Bobby's holiday at his Aunt's house

The story so far:
When Bobby's mother loses patience with him for constantly stealing panties from neighbouring washing lines, she sends him to stay with his Aunty Rosemary who owns a lingerie store. His Aunty's son, Timothy, loves panties too. In fact his mother realised she would never overcome his fetish and allowed him to wear full ladies' lingerie. Bobby is fascinated by Timmy's love of ladies' underwear and the boys become intimate friends, and when Bobby joins his cousin to sleep over in the same bed, the outcome is inevitable. The next morning, their task is to hang out the freshly laundered lingerie for Bobby's Aunt, wearing nothing but see-thru lingerie and negligees.

Chapter 3
Bobby skipped out into the garden, swinging the bag of clothes pegs as he made his way across the large patio and down the few steps to the lawn. He continued skipping across the lawn, having discovered the magical sensations of his tautly suspendered nylons tugging and caressing his thighs. His long negligee floated behind him in the warm breeze, the chiffon slip adding its subtle whispers to the symphony of seductive sensations of the lingerie. He didn't understand why, but he knew that he wanted to wear clothes like these all the time, no matter what his mother might say.
Timothy followed, carrying the basket of freshly washed undies, smiling as he watched his sissy cousin enjoying the delights of being very girly.
They met at the clothes line, Bobby offering to do the pegging up, as he was a little taller than Timothy. They soon had a line of pretty items fluttering in the breeze like a string of rather erotic bunting at the local Summer Fete.
Bobby was hanging up a number of slips and night gowns, when he heard a low whistle. He heard voices from the bottom of the garden. Having seen the high hedge surrounding the lawn, he hadn't noticed the small gate at the bottom of the garden leading out to the access lane at the rear of the property. As the silky lingerie was obscuring his view of the end of the garden, he hadn't realised he had an audience.
"Wish I could wear stuff like that Darlin'" he heard. "Wow, what a sight for tired eyes!" "Phew, how gorgeous is that?!" were other remarks that he picked up. He turned to see where Timothy was, only to see him disappearing through the French windows into the lounge.
Bobby pretended to be deaf to the remarks. He peeked through the collection of slips, to see three boys leaning over the gate, chewing gum and swigging loud slurps from their bottles of soft drinks. The breeze caught his negligee, blowing it away from him, exposing his very sexy lingerie to the whole World.
"Gor blimey, it's a feller!" gasped out one of the untidy, rough looking youths. "Look, you can see his weenie in his panties. Wow, how weird is that?!"
"Look, look, it's all stiff and upright. What a queer, what a pansy. Lets go guys, he might try to kiss one of us!"
"Yeeuch, that's disgusting, let's get out of here fast!"
Bobby looked in amazement. He had felt a jolt of fear when he first saw the boys, but he realised that they were scared of him, instead! He felt a shiver of relief and sudden understanding flooding through him. He turned and ran back into the house, as fast as his three inch heels would let him. He found that if he ran like a real girl, arms by his side, hands out sideways, palms down, and took small steps, he could make rapid progress. A side effect though was his penis sliding about in his panties, the silky black sheer nylon caressing the exposed head, and his velvety ball sac being softly stroked by the material as he ran.
He burst into the lounge, straight into the arms of his Aunt and Cousin. "It's all right darling poppet, did the nasty boys scare Aunty's little sissikins then?" Timmy just clung to his cousin, running his hands up and down his back as he hugged him.
"No, no, it's all right Aunty. They were scared of me! I frightened them away!"
They all burst out in laughter. Timmy hugged Bobby tighter, and kissed him full on the lips. Bobby welcomed his cousin's embrace and sudden show of deep affection, and returned the kiss. Aunty Rosemary embraced them both, hugging them to her very generous soft, silky bosom. "Well, this has turned out just fine. I have an idea I have been trying to work out, but I think it will be OK now."
"What were you thinking Mummy?" enquired Timothy.
"Well darling, you know my shop has been very busy recently, and I think the time is coming to have some help. How would you two like to help me?"
"Yes please," they chorused, "can we, oh please, can we? We'll be ever so good helping the customers and tidying up the shop and.."
"Calm down sissies, calm down! Let's talk over lunch. I've made us all a nice salad, with some lovely ice cream for dessert."
Over lunch, they discussed what the two boys could do in the shop, and it was decided that Timmy would greet the customers as they arrived, and find out what they were looking for so that they could be directed to the right department. Bobby would take care of all the displays, the mannequins, and the windows.
The sissies spent that afternoon dusting and tidying up, excitedly chatting about their new jobs like the little girls they really were. Timmy was so happy that Bobby had accepted him, and that he was as enthusiastic about lovely lingerie, stockings and high heels, that he couldn't help giving his cousin affectionate little pats and strokes at every opportunity.
Bobby in return had never felt so joyful. His suppressed longing for girly panties, and fear of being found out about his strange obsessions, had evaporated in this new world of warmth and acceptance. He could now be who he really wanted to be. For ever!
"I think you two should go upstairs and play together, otherwise you won't be able to concentrate on your jobs tomorrow!" said Aunty Rosemary.
The two youngsters giggled, clutched each other's hand and ran upstairs to their boudoir. They knew exactly what Rosemary meant by "Play". They flung themselves through the door, and tumbled onto the silk counterpane, giggling, groping, caressing, kissing, and hugging. Erect penises were fished out of delicate panties, and devoured by hot wet mouths. Testicles were tickled, tongues teased soft velvety cock heads, hands grasped and slowly pumped rigid erections. Bobby felt a hand slide around to hold and squeeze his bum, kneading a buttock slowly. He felt a fingertip tickling his anus, applying increasing pressure on the orifice. He wriggled in delight at this new experience. The finger persisted gently, gradually entering the tight little opening. It slowly, slowly worked its way further into Bobby's bottom. He sucked Timmy's delicious penis harder. The finger slipped in further, and began to slowly move inside him, applying pressure to a secret place, giving him strange new sensations that were so sinful, so wonderful, so exciting, so stimulating, so...
"Wow! What is happening, urrgghhh..." He felt a slow build up of tingly pressure deep in his loins, his balls raised up and tightened in his sac, fingers were now caressing his testicles, Timmy's tongue spurred the head of his penis to new heights of sensation until the boiling eruption of his seminal fluids erupted into Timmy's hot, moist, willing mouth. Bobby had never felt such ecstasy before, he felt so overwhelmed he started to cry softly.
Timmy finished sucking gently, allowing his cousin to slowly recover from the powerful orgasm.
He slithered up his body, to kiss away his tears of joy, and tenderly hug him.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked softly.
"Oh Timmy, I don't know how to thank you. I love you…" Bobby welled up with more tears, but smiled at his lover, and tenderly kissed him again.
This time they drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep.
Later, Aunt Rosemary looked in on them, and smiled with deep satisfaction. Her plans were going to work out fine.

Chapter 4
The boys woke early the next morning, excited about starting work in Aunt Rosemary's business. Timmy looked out of the bedroom window, and gasped in surprise. All the lingerie they had washed yesterday was still gaily fluttering on the washing line.
"Come on Bobby, we forgot to take in the washing. Grab a dressing gown and come and help before Mummy tells us both off!"
Timmy threw on a long silky, fur trimmed, mint green peignoir, Bobby chose a knee length, shocking pink quilted housecoat, and they scampered down stairs, and out into the garden. They had heard the shower splashing in the bathroom, so knew that Rosemary wouldn't have heard them in their rush to retrieve the delicate frillies. In less time than it takes to tell, the line was emptied, and the overflowing basket placed on a table in the conservatory.
As they returned upstairs, they met Rosemary leaving the bathroom.
"Hello darlings, you're up early this morning. Couldn't you sleep?"
"No Mummy, we want to get ready in time to come to work with you. We're just going to shower and then get dressed. See you downstairs!" The two sissies rushed into the bathroom, and quickly disrobed before piling into the shower cubicle together. They washed and lathered, lathered and rinsed, and rinsed again, soaping and scrubbing each other with excited enthusiasm. Quickly drying themselves, they returned to their boudoir and chose some special outfits for their first day in Rosemary's boutique. Timmy, being more experienced in the art of girls' clothes, chose an outfit he felt would be in keeping with working in a high class lingerie boutique. He selected some white lingerie, a small lacy bra, a matching waist clincher with eight suspenders, white nylon French Knickers, and mid tan fully fashioned ten denier nylon stockings. He topped it off with a pink silky nylon blouse, and dark blue skirt.
Bobby watched his cousin quickly dressing, fascinated by the transformation from slim boy to attractive young lady. He turned to the chest of drawers, anxious to hide his growing erection. He was very new to these experiences, and the sight of Timmy in his lingerie and stockings was making him feel rather naughty!
Bobby chose a similar matching set of lingerie, with darker tan stockings. He concentrated hard to get everything just right, but was struggling to attach the suspender clips at the back of his thighs.
"Let me, I can see you're having trouble," said Timmy, bending to help his cousin. Smoothing the stockings up Bobby's legs to refasten the suspenders, Timmy noticed his cousin's panties struggling to restrain the growing member distorting the front. He patted it gently, "No time to attend to you now, it will have to wait until tea break!"
The sissies finished dressing, and admired each other's choice for their first day out in the real world.
They waited downstairs for Aunt Rosemary, who had selected a very business like- black skirt suit, over a frilly white silk blouse. Black seamed stockings, and high heeled court shoes completed her ensemble. She had swept her hair up, and held it in place with a large floral hair clip. Jingling the keys to the car, she led them outside and seated them in the back seat.
"No playing you two, from now on, you are two nice young girls learning the fashion trade, and you must keep your naughty feelings under control until you get home."
"Yes Mummy," sighed Timmy, resting his hand on Bobby's upper thigh and squeezing it gently. Bobby hitched his skirt up, and taking Timmy's hand, placed it directly on the bulge in his panties. Timmy squeezed gently again, and Bobby let out a soft "Thank you..."
Arriving at the shop, Rosemary swung the car into the side alley to park at the rear of the premises, and they were soon inside, getting ready for the new day.
Rosemary showed them around, and explained what they were expected to do each day.
The boys were in awe of all the gloriously frilly, lacy, silky, see through, fluffy, multi- coloured confections of wickedly exciting feminine undies on display on rails of hangers, on display pieces, on mannequins, and in pictures around the boutique that were distinctly erotic.
Bobby gulped, feeling his throat grow a lump of excitement. For goodness sake, he was almost coming in his panties all ready. And he was expected to work in this state?
Timmy giggled, drinking it all in with his eyes. "Wow, Mummy!" was all he could say.
"Now boys, I have to get on with my End of Quarter paper work, so you must be good and look after the shop for me. If anybody comes in, ring the bell by the till, and I will come out. OK?"
The first morning passed quickly. There were only a couple of callers, mature ladies of the locality who only wanted some new stockings and some items of underwear. Rosemary served them, getting Timmy to wrap up their purchases, and Bobby escorted them to the door. No comments were made about the new shop assistants, but a few puzzled glances were noticed.
After closing time, they returned home and had a light supper, talking about their first day. Feeling a little tired, everybody had a quick shower before going to bed. The two boys were too tired to even think about playing sissy squirties in their silky nighties, and quickly fell asleep.

After a few weeks, the boys had got used to working in the boutique, and their initial reactions to all the erotically seductive finery on display had become more muted. Bobby still found that dressing the mannequins in new collections gave him a stiff response to the look and feel of the pretty items of lingerie, but had learned to keep control of himself, and to enjoy the prolonged tingly sensation of his dribbling penis dampening his panties.
He was occupied with dressing a mannequin in the middle of the shop floor one morning when the door bell tinkled. He turned to see an elegant young woman in a business outfit, carrying a samples case and a laptop computer.
"Can I help Ma'am?" he enquired politely. He drank in the vision of beauty. She was a little over average height, slim, blonde and very pretty with a slightly turned up button nose.
"Yes miss, I would like to see the proprietress please. I have an appointment. Thank you." Timmy came out from the nightgown department, and smiling up at the young woman, escorted her to the office at the back of the shop. Aunt Rosemary greeted the sales rep warmly, guiding her to a seat in front of her desk, before returning to her seat.
"I understand you want to show me a new exclusive collection of lingerie?" she enquired.
"Yes ma'am, it's a new range that I have designed myself."
"Well then, let's get started. By the way, call me Rosemary, please!"
"Thank you ma'am, I mean Rosemary! I'm Cynthia, and my company is Cynthia's Silks and Satins."
"Oh, I didn't realise it was your company my dear. Tell me more, you seem so young to be running your own business!"
"It's a bit of a sad story, but I'm determined to make a success of it. You see, I was an only child, Daddy was in the banking world, and Mummy was a legal secretary. They rather spoilt me, and paid for private education, and university. They were unfortunately killed in a terrible accident on the motorway as they were driving up for my Graduation Ceremony. I had passed my degree in Business Administration and Marketing, but it all seemed a bit pointless without them to enjoy my success. I had always had a secret passion for very pretty and sexy lingerie, so as I had inherited the whole estate, I took a small business loan from Daddy's bank, and set up my design studio. I visited boutiques in Paris, Rome, Milan, Barcelona, New York, San Francisco, Tokyo, Hong Kong, and of course, London. I saw what was on the market, and set about trying to create some new designs of my own."
"How fascinating, Cynthia. And now you have come to see me. Why me, may I ask?"
"Well Rosemary, I did some research, and found that you are the Chairperson of the Professional Association of National Independent Exclusive Stockists. Or PANTIES for short!"
"That's right my dear, us Girls love our panties, so by joining our Association, we are always in PANTIES!!"
"That's right Rosemary! I was hoping, that if you liked my designs and decided to take some ranges into stock, you could perhaps recommend me to your other members?"
"That sounds like a plan, show me what you have brought in today. Do you wear your designs yourself?"
"Of course, Rosemary, let me show you." Cynthia opened her samples case.
"No my dear. You misunderstood. I would like to see what you are wearing now please!"
"Oh..." Cynthia replied, blushing a little.
"Please, dear, don't be shy. I've seen lots of lingerie models. I've even done a bit of it myself in the past. Tell you what we shall do. I will show you my choice of undies, to put you at your ease!"
Rosemary stood up, slipped off her jacket, and started undoing the pearl buttons down the front of her blouse. Unhooking her skirt at the side, she wriggled it down over her hips, and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders. Now dressed in her slip, undies and stockings, she came around the desk and stood beside her visitor.
"What do you think? Not bad for a more mature lady, eh?"
"You're lovely Ma'am. But I need to tell you..."
"That you're not attracted to girls?"
"I am Rosemary, but that's not the whole story..."
"Let's get you undressed first, to show me your lovely designs darling."
Cynthia stood up, and was soon standing in just her lingerie, like Rosemary.
"There we are, two girls with nothing to hide! No secrets between us girls is there darling!" Rosemary embraced Cynthia, pulling her close.
"Oh I see, you do have a little secret. Something hiding in your panties..."
Cynthia started to cry softly. "I'm sorry Rosemary, I didn't think you would find out, I'm so sorry..."
"No darling. This alters things just a little. But we can both gain from it. Come and sit with me on the sofa over here. This is what we will do now."
They settled on the sofa, and Rosemary slipped an arm around Cynthia's shoulders, pulling her close.
"Now, I could make your business career very difficult, if not impossible, if I told all our members that Cynthia of Cynthia's Silks and Satins is really a man. But if you want to make things easy for yourself, you could sell up everything you own, invest it in my business, and start designing for me."
"But where would I live? I must have a home to live in."
Rosemary's hand was caressing the growing bulge in Cynthia's panties.
"My darling, you will live with us in my home. You will be my special girl, and we shall live as man and wife when at home, but business partners when outside. How do you like that?"
Cynthia turned to Rosemary, looked her in the eyes, and bent to kiss the warm lips offering themselves to her.
"Now go and call in the two shop assistants. I want you to know that you are not alone."
"I don't understand, Rosemary, what do you mean please ?"
Those two girls out there, are my son and his cousin Bobby. They are both boys!"
"Oh my, it will be perfect Rosemary, I can design for sissies just like them and me...mmmmmm"
Rosemary had fished the rigid penis out of the delicate silky panties, and was slowly swallowing its whole length in her hot mouth. Bobbing her head up and down the shaft, she licked around the velvety soft head, squeezing out the first clear pearl drop, teasing it with the tip of her tongue.
Cynthia closed her eyes and lay back against the silk cushions.
A smile played around her lips. Life was going to be good after all...
Outside the office door, Timmy and Bobby got up off their knees, scampered down to the front of the shop and put up the "Closed" sign in the door, locking it. Hand in hand, they quickly scuttled behind a rack of long nightgowns, threw their arms around each other and kissed deeply. Hands groped for little panty bulges, fondling and squeezing, grasping, massaging.
Yes, things are going to work out just fine for the little sissies.

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Priscilla starts a new story for us in our next issue, about the trouble young Kevin gets into.

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