Bobby's holiday at his Aunt's house

Chapter 1
Bobby just could not work out how he had got himself into this situation.
He understood his Mummy getting mad at him again for stealing another pair of panties from a neighbour's washing line, but the way she had gone on about it, you would have thought he had stolen a pair of her very own panties. He couldn't help it if those panties had been fluttering so seductively in the gentle breeze, displaying themselves to him, waving their lace trimmed hems at him, drawing him ever closer so that he fell under their wicked spell and forced him to unpeg them carefully, and secrete them in his pocket.
He had pulled out his handkerchief to blow his nose when he got home, and the deliciously silky nylon confection had dropped on the floor beside him. He didn't realise they had gone until he got to his bedroom, and felt for them in his pocket. He had been looking forward eagerly to slipping into them, and going for a long walk around the neighbourhood so that he could enjoy their seductive caresses against his sensitive skin under his trousers, revelling in his secret that only he knew.
He was a panty loving little wanker !!
His mother's yell put an end to all that. She had found them before he could retrieve them from where they had fallen by the front door. "Not again, Bobby, this is the last time I swear. You're going off to spend some time with Aunty Rosemary. Maybe she can break you of this habit. I'm fed up with you causing all this trouble, and making me have to lie to my friends if they ask me about the local knicker thief." A couple of phone calls later, a train journey of a couple of hours, and he had arrived at Aunty Rosemary's home. His mother smacked the back of his legs again, and said she would return for him when Aunty Rosemary had broken him of his fascination with ladies' underwear.

Bobby was now sitting in the drawing room of his Aunt's comfortably furnished house. He didn't know where to look. His Aunt owned a shop where she supplied the local ladies with all their needs in underwear, and her house was full of samples from the various suppliers she dealt with. As if that wasn't enough to cause him acute embarrassment, his Aunty wandered around her home wearing nothing over her underwear except a very floaty nylon housecoat. She had welcomed Bobby with a warm hug and a kiss when his Mummy had disappeared. She told Bobby not to worry about what his Mother had said, because she, Aunty Rosemary, understood that sometimes little boys enjoyed "Dressing Up Games".
And on top of all that, her only son Timothy, was wandering around the house wearing a nylon slip, and what Bobby guessed were nylon stockings, because he could see the seam at the back. Bobby knew that tights usually didn't have seams like stockings. He had learnt that much about his secret passion. The fact that Timothy was a slightly built lad, and had very feminine grace in his movements seemed to make it all right that he was wearing feminine attire. It became obvious to Bobby that Timothy and his Mummy were very close, because he saw them exchanging kisses and caresses, and little pats on each other's bottoms whenever they passed each other in the house. It seemed Timothy's job was to do all the dusting and cleaning, and a very good job he did too.
After a nice supper, eaten off trays on their laps, Timothy gathered all the crockery and took it through to the kitchen. Bobby went to help him, getting a warm approving smile from Aunty Rosemary. As they rinsed the cups and plates to put them in the dishwasher, the two lads chatted. Bobby explained why he had been sent to stay, and Timothy smiled at him and told him that he understood completely. It turned out that Timothy also had a fascination with silky lingerie, and after his parents had divorced, his Mummy Rosemary had actually encouraged him to wear it as much as he wanted. This was her way of making him so used to the feel of it, he would no longer have such a fascination with all the soft, silky textures. But it only made him want to wear it all the time, and so his Mummy had bought him his very own sets of panties, bras, slips, nighties, and negligees.
"Tell you what," said Timothy, "when we finish here, I'll let you watch Mummy dress me for bed." He slipped an arm around Bobby's waist, and gave him a gentle hug. Bobby shivered a little at the unexpected display of affection from his cousin.
Bobby went back into the drawing room, and sat opposite his Aunty. Timothy scampered upstairs.
"A kiss for your Aunty, sweetie?"
Bobby crossed the room and bent to kiss his Aunt. She held him in her arms and kissed his cheek, giving him a squeeze.
"Did I hear Timothy say you could watch him get ready for bed, Honey?"
"Yes Aunty. Why was that?"
"We have a little ritual, and a little game. I think he likes you Bobby, otherwise he wouldn't let you in on our little secrets!"
Timothy came back into the room, his arms full of some rather fine lingerie.
"Ready, Poppet?" sang Aunty Rosemary.
"Ready Mummy!" cried Timothy.
He stood in front of his mummy, and held his arms aloft so that she could remove the ivory nylon slip he had been wearing. Rosemary beckoned Bobby over to watch proceedings. Bobby looked on in amazement as he saw Aunty Rosemary hook her fingers in the waistband of Timothy's matching ivory cream panties, and slide them down his legs. Timothy's boyhood popped up, twitching slightly.
"Is this little man going to be good tonight, or shall we slip his little stocking on Sweetie?" said Rosemary, as she took the stiff penis into her warm hand.
"I think you will have to dress him too Mummy, especially if Bobby is sleeping with me tonight"
Bobby could not believe his ears. This certainly was the strangest house he had ever been in.
"Well then Poppet, give me the special stocking and let's slip the little man into it, nice and snug. Up onto the table please."
Timothy passed something soft and sheer to his mummy, and clambered onto the dining table against the wall, and settled into a position on his hands and knees. His Mummy moved to stand behind him, and gently grasping his stiff little penis, stroked it slowly, making it grow and stiffen further.
Bobby stared open mouthed, astonished. He watched closely as Rosemary took the little bunch of material, which was a 10 denier stocking that she had adapted for its special application. She had cut most of the stocking away from above the heel, and sewn two silk ribbons in place. She slipped the foot of the stocking over the dangling, twitching penis, and snugged the double nylon of the reinforced toe into place on the exposed head.

Timothy giggled, wriggling a little as the soft sheer material was stroked gently into place, his little balls settling into the heel of the converted stocking. His Aunt tied the two ribbons around his waist, and the dangling remnant of the stocking leg was pulled up between the cheeks of Timothy's bottom, and tied in place behind his back.
"Comfortable Honey?"
"Ooohh yes, thank you Mummy," Timothy sighed. "That feels so nice especially where it is tickling under my foreskin!"
Rosemary smiled, hugging her girly little son to her ample bosom.
"Now let's slip on your nightie. I expect you're keeping your stockings on tonight?"
"Yes please Mummy. They feel ever so nice on my nighty and the silk sheets."
Bobby gulped. He felt a lump in his throat, and his pulse was quickening.
"Now, if Bobby is sharing with you Honey, we had better dress him for bed too."
"I brought these down for him. I think they will fit OK. Can I dress him please Mummy, can I, please?"
"If he wants you to, Darling."
Bobby felt a rush of warmth towards the little girly sissy boy.
"Yes please Timothy, I would love you to dress me!"
He stood up, and at his Aunt's signal, undressed.
"Can I have a quick shower Aunty, it's been a long day, what with travelling too."
His Aunty took his hand and showed him how to work the shower.
Ten minutes later, Bobby was back downstairs, feeling clean and tingly from the hot shower. Timothy was on his Mummy's lap, enjoying a nice cuddle. Bobby could see his Aunt's hand under Timothy's nightgown, caressing the little bundle in the special stocking.
Timothy slipped down from his perch, and started helping Bobby slip into his night clothes. Timothy had selected a long silky pink nightie, with a matching very flimsy negligee. But first he had to put on a small waspie garter belt, followed by a pair of 15 denier seamed nylon stockings, which were topped off with a lovely pair of lace trimmed pink nylon French Knickers. Bobby couldn't stop his stiffening penis from declaring how much he was enjoying his nightwear.
Timothy looked longingly at the prominent bulge poking out the front of Bobby's panties, and deliberately brushed gently against it a few times as he made sure the panties were exactly in the right place, and were fitting perfectly. Bobby couldn't suppress his giggle of delight at his cousin's attentions to his clothes.
"Well then my Darlings, off to bed with you, sleep tight!" cried Aunty Rosemary, giving the boys a kiss on each cheek.
Timothy took Bobby's hand, and led him upstairs. They entered Timothy's boudoir, and Timothy turned on the lights. These were placed around the walls of the room, and gave a soft pink glow, matching the luxurious furnishings, and the pink silk counterpane. Timothy threw back the covers, and motioned for Bobby to climb in first.
Bobby slid across the silken sheets, sinking into the deep soft featherbed. Was there no end to these sensuous delights? He turned to see Timothy on his hands and knees facing him. Timothy bent down, and Bobby automatically reached his arms up to embrace his cousin. Timothy sank willingly into his cousin's arms, and their lips met gently. Bobby felt soft delicate fingers brushing his pantied bulge. His legs fell apart, welcoming the delightful caresses. Returning the compliment, he slipped his hand between his cousin's legs, cupping the soft little package he found there, and gently squeezed it in the palm of his hand.
Soon the caressing became stroking and squeezing, as they continued kissing, luxuriating in the erotic stimulation of their silky lingerie, their stockings, and the silken sheets. Penises became erect and very stiff.
Bobby stopped stroking his cousin, but Timothy continued the motion by thrusting his hips against the hand that held him firmly.
"Should we take the stocking off first? I don't want to make you squirt in it Timmy, if it's supposed to keep you in control."
"Mummy knows I wank every night, and it feels lovely doing it in my penis stocking. Carry on, don't stop, please don't stop Bobby. Don't ever stop, please..."
Bobby carried on, enjoying what he was doing to Timmy, as much as he was enjoying Timmy's hand taking him to that special place of pure pleasure.
Soon the boys were gasping and grunting, pressing lips and tongues together as they erupted in spurts of ecstatic release.
"Oh Timmy, that was wonderful" sighed Bobby.
"Mmmmmm, yes, it was ," replied Timothy. "Let me clean you up now." Bobby gasped in surprise and pleasure, as Timothy disappeared under his silky nightgown, and started licking up his creamy emission from his thighs and tummy. He gasped again as he felt Timmy's hot lips and mouth engulf his penis, and then as his cousin's tongue licked and swirled around his hardening prick, he felt the stirrings of another eruption. He thrust his hips upwards, but Timmy kept on relentlessly, until the inevitable conclusion. But this time, Timmy caught every drop.
As they snuggled together, Timothy told Bobby how glad he was to have him staying for the holidays. Hands gently cupped aching balls, fingers caressed semi flaccid cocks.
"Timmy, can Aunty Rosemary make a stocking for my willy too?"
"She already has, she's made several. You will love wearing them," replied his little sissy cousin.
" I love you Timmy..." his words were cut off by a deep, tongue caressing kiss.
"Mmmmmm, I love you too darling," Timmy whispered.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Aunty Rosemary found the two boys fast asleep, snuggled together in each other's arms. Pulling back the covers, she found their legs entwined, night gowns gathered around thighs and waists, silky panties and nylon sheath showing signs of copious emissions. "My, my, my, you two sleepyheads won't be fit for anything today by the look of you both!"
Timothy and Bobby slowly opened their eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight flooding into the room as Rosemary drew back the curtains. The two boys gazed into each other's eyes, and tenderly kissed, oblivious of Aunty Rosemary looking on. Seating herself on the edge of the bed, she watched the boys as they gathered their wits and began to wake up properly.
"It looks like you two have fallen in love. What am I going to tell Bobby's Mummy when she phones later today?"
"Just say we're getting along together really nicely, and Bobby is learning to deal with his little problem!" said Timothy, giggling. He laid his head on Bobby's shoulder, gazing at his cousin adoringly.

"Come along, let's get you into the bathroom and freshened up for the day", said Aunty Rosemary. "I'm glad you two have taken to each other, but what Bobby's Mummy will say, I just don't know!"
The boys scampered along to the bathroom, and Timothy started to fill the bath. He poured some bubble bath liquid under the taps and swished it around in the water. He turned to Bobby, and they undressed each other. As Bobby carefully removed Timmy's nylon sheath from his semi flaccid cock, he couldn't help gently grasping it, giving it a gentle squeeze as it began to twitch and swell in his hand. Timmy reciprocated, slipping his hands into Bobby's panties and fondling his balls softly as he stroked the swelling penis. They kissed again, this time not breaking apart until Aunty Rosemary came in with some fresh towels.
"Into the bath boys, I will scrub your backs for you while you wash each other."
The two sissies clambered into the bath and sat facing each other. Hands and fingers explored every nook and cranny, and Rosemary lathered and rinsed their backs thoroughly.
They finally finished bathing, and stood up as Rosemary rinsed them off with the shower attachment, making the boys giggle with delight as the soft spray played around their stiff erections.
Rosemary wrapped large soft fluffy towels around each boy, and led them back to their boudoir. She made sure they were dried thoroughly and helped them choose their outfits for the day.
Timmy chose a matching set of pale cream lingerie with light tan stockings. Bobby watched as Aunty Rosemary helped him dress, feeling a familiar stirring in his groin. Noticing his reaction to the proceedings, Rosemary suggested that he help Timmy select some panties and help put them on. Standing alongside his effeminate cousin, Bobby ruffled through a drawer overflowing with pastel shade confections of delicate intimate lingerie. Holding up some items to show Timmy, his erection surged to full twitchy stiffness. Timmy turned to him and gently clasped his fingers around the shaft, smiling dreamily.
Bobby displayed a sheer, transparent, chiffon confection, with frills of lace around the waist and legs, carefully turning it so that Timmy could see every detail. The hot hand clasped his penis more forcefully. As Bobby opened out the panties, it became obvious that the front of the panties had been especially tailored.
"Oh yes please," gasped Timmy breathily, "Put me in those please Bobby, they are one of my favourite panties."
Kneeling at Timmy's feet, Bobby held the panties open for Timmy to step into. He carefully slid them slowly up Timmy's nylon sheathed legs, settling the waist and leg openings in exactly the right place. The special tailoring to the front sheer panel became obvious now. They clung to the full length of Timmy's penis, and moulded around his testicles. Bobby gently smoothed the delicate material to remove any wrinkles, ensuring that Timmy's foreskin was peeled back to display the glistening head of his penis in the end of the chiffon tube clinging to it. "Well done Bobby!" cried Aunty Rosemary. "You have done that so well, and I know Timmy enjoyed having you dress him in his special Penis Display Panties. Now we must help you get ready for the morning."
Bobby smiled up at his cousin, and gently bent his head to dab soft kisses on the head of the chiffon sheathed erection. Standing up, he pulled Timmy to him and kissed him deeply, as Aunty Rosemary made gentle throat clearing noises behind them.
"No time for that now boys, Bobby needs to get some clothes on, so that he can wash all our lingerie and hang it out in the garden. It's a lovely sunny day, and you ought to be out in the fresh air."
With these words in mind, Bobby was a little perturbed to see that the clothes chosen for him were extremely skimpy, to say the least. He surveyed himself in the full length mirror, drinking in the image of himself displayed in red silk bra and suspenders, black 10 denier seamed nylon stockings, red stiletto heeled strappy sandals, unable to take his eyes off his rigid erection pushing out the front of his see through black nylon French Knickers.
"Aunty, please! I can't hang out your undies in the garden dressed like this, what if the neighbours see me?"
"I'm sure they will enjoy the view!" giggled Timmy. "Mummy, can we put a slip on for him. It will give him a little modesty!"
Timmy wiggled over to the large closet and selected a pink slip from the large collection on the hanging rail.
"That will do nicely, Darling," said Aunty Rosemary. "It will cover him down to just above his knees. Arms up, Poppet!"
Bobby held his arms up to let the slip drift down his body. He watched in the mirror in dismay.
"Ohhhhh nooooo,"he whispered. "This won't do Aunty, it's see through too!"
"But it's made of the finest chiffon Darling, and it won't clash with your lovely undies," replied Aunty Rosemary.
"I know!" cried Timmy, "I can lend him my pink housecoat. It will match perfectly!"
"Oh thank you Timmy, that will be lovely, thank you," said Bobby, choking back a few tears.
His relatives weren't being unkind after all. They just wanted him to look nice.
Aunty Rosemary then took the two sissies to her own bedroom to help her change into some nice lingerie. This was accomplished after much giggly debate, and trying on and taking off until Aunty Rosemary looked as devastating as her two young helpers. They all carefully minced down stairs to the breakfast bar, and Aunty Rosemary whipped up a light breakfast of cereal, fruit, and some scrambled eggs on toast. The boys revelled in the lovely sight of Aunty's large breasts wobbling in her lacy brassiere, her bum wiggling in sympathy as she stood, legs apart, beating the eggs in the bowl before cooking them. They also enjoyed seeing her generous cleavage displayed for them as she bent over the counter, buttering the toast. She ignored their obvious appreciation of her mature assets, but gave them each a lingering kiss as she served them.
"A mature woman loves to be admired, my poppets," was all she said.
After breakfast, the sissies rounded up all the soiled lingerie and nightwear, and Timmy showed Bobby how to wash it all by hand.
As Bobby bent over the sink, up to his elbows in hot suds, Timmy stood behind him, admiring the way Bobby's bum filled the stretched nylon French Knickers. Timmy couldn't resist fondling the two mounds as he helped his cousin by passing him the lingerie to wash, and took the washed items to place in the laundry basket. Timmy wriggled in pleasure at the delightful sensations his cousin's caresses were causing him, sighing and giggling, begging him to stop. Timmy stood beside his cousin and slipped a hand between Bobby's legs and cradled the taut little sac, knowing his cousin was helpless with his hands occupied in the hot suds. He squeezed gently, gauging with his other hand the reaction in the front of his fellow sissy's panties. Bobby leant his head on Timmy's shoulder.
"Come on Tim, I need to get this finished and hung out to dry, and although I love what you are doing, it ain't exactly helping!"
Finally, the last item was washed, and the suds were gurgling down the waste.
"Where's that housecoat for me to put on please?" asked Bobby.
"Here you are, arms out!"

Bobby turned to his cousin, to see a long flowing housecoat, floor length, trimmed with marabou feathers all around the hem and sleeves. Bobby's mouth gaped in astonishment. He had never seen such a gorgeous item except in some old " Film Star" Magazines that his Mum used to buy. It didn't occur to him that it would conceal absolutely nothing that he was wearing. He wanted it!
"How do I look Aunty Rosemary? Aren't I gorgeous?!!"
Aunt Rosemary beamed in delight at the vision before her. Timmy stood to one side, grinning from ear to ear. There was his favourite cousin, clad in red silk lingerie, black see through knickers, and sheer seamed black nylon stockings, a pink sheer chiffon slip, red high heeled sandals, topped off with a simply stunning negligee. And even more delightful, his throbbing erection could be clearly seen stretching out the front of his see through black French Knickers. Timmy felt his own erection spurt a little jet of syrupy pre- cum into the chiffon sheath of his own very special Penis Display Panties.
He held his arms open and approached Bobby, who welcomed him with a hug and a very long wet tongue tangling kiss. The boys wriggled their eager cocks against each other, nuzzling the tender hot spots under each penis head together, until the inevitable simultaneous eruption of sissy ecstasy into their delicate panties caused them to shudder in delight.
Aunty Rosemary clapped her hands in delight. "Now my little Darlings, out in the garden with you both. You can both hang out our frillies to dry in the lovely warm sunshine"

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Priscilla's lovely story continues in the next issue of Prim's Petticoat Pansies.

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