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This material is not for persons under the age of 18. It contains scenes of a sexual explicit nature. If you do not want to read such material, then STOP NOW AND GO AWAY. Otherwise read and enjoy A Job With Uncle Bob by Dr. Kelp Part 1 Paul, the youngest son of poor farming parents, was not cut out for life in the country. His older brother was now taking over the farm from his aging father. Paul on the other hand, was slight of build, effeminate even, and in times gone by would probably have been shipped off to join the priesthood. He had always been a great help to his Mother around the house and over the years had become quite a cook. His parents had hoped that he would secure a place in University, but his grades were not up too much. So half way through his seventeenth year, his parents sat him down and explained that they could not afford for him to live on the farm anymore. They called his Uncle Bob, who owned a very successful firm of accountants in the city, to see if he had any work to offer Paul. Bob, had been married to Paul's mother's sister, but had tragically lost his wife just over a year ago and was now living alone. After a little convincing, he agreed to give a Paul a job in his firm. He also agreed that until he found his feet he could stay in his house. So it was under these circumstances that Paul left home and headed for the city. Bob picked Paul up from the train and drove him to his home. On the way, they chatted, catching up with family news. Bob was not one for visiting his country cousins often and so had not seen Paul for many years. Paul looked Bob over as he talked; he was a handsome man in his mid forties. He was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. Bob pointed out various sites as they drove along, and glanced sideways at Paul from time to time. There was something about the boy, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Paul had never been to Bob's home before and was delighted when they arrived. Bob threw Paul the keys and asked him to open up the house while he grabbed Paul's bags. As Paul walked to the front door, Bob turned and looked at him. It hit him like a freight train. From behind, Paul's slim frame was uncannily like that of his deceased wife's, Pauline. As he thought that, he remembered that the boy had in fact been named after her. Paul's parents had been hoping for a girl and had promised to name her after Pauline. Bob felt a yearning in him that he had not felt for sometime, he quickly shrugged it off, pulled the bags from the trunk and carried them inside. The house was a virtual mansion, seven bedrooms all en suite, kitchen, dining room, sitting room, and several other reception rooms. The grounds of the house were substantial, with a perimeter of trees making the house feel very private. Bob suggested they have a cup of tea before installing Paul in a bedroom. They headed for the kitchen. Bob filled the kettle and switched it on. He turned to find Paul opening the presses. "Don't worry Uncle Bob, I will make the tea," he said, "I need to find my way around anyway." "Okay, if you insist," Bob replied, and sat down at the kitchen table. As he watched Paul find his way around the kitchen, a thought began running around in his head. At first he dismissed it, but as he watched the slim figure of his nephew bend and stretch to investigate every press, he found he just couldn't shake it. "So... your mother tells me your a good cook Paul," Bob said. "Well, I don't know about good, Uncle Bob, but I know a few dishes," Paul replied without turning around. "It wouldn't be hard to be better than me," Bob laughed, "I rarely cook for myself. Pauline, your Aunt always did the cooking in this house. She always said, `let the women do the women's work.'" Yes, Mum, used to say that too," Paul replied, filling the pot with tea, "but she still let me help her. "She told me I looked very like Aunty Pauline." Paul turned and carried the pot over to the table. "You know, I hadn't realized," Bob lied, "but now that you say it, you do look just like her. In fact if your hair were just a little bit longer I could almost mistake you for her." Paul blushed as Bob spoke, then he headed back to the counter to get the cups and saucers. "Uncle Bob," Paul said, as he returned and sat down, "your embarrassing me." Bob saw a plan unfold before him, a thought that both shocked and excited him more then he knew possible. "What do you mean Paul ?" he asked. "You don't really mean I look like a girl ?" Paul's face a bright red as he asked the question. "Paul," Bob leaned a little closer so as to make the point a little stronger, "when I said that, I meant it as the greatest compliment, I adored my wife, Pauline, and I have just realized that having you here, is going to make me feel like I have a little piece of her back again." Paul blushed harder. "There is nothing wrong with looking a little effeminate, in fact judging by all the adverts on TV it seems to be very trendy these days. Does it bother you that I think you look effeminate ?" Paul was very red now, and answered while looking at the table, "I suppose not, it's just that, my brother used to make fun of the fact that I helped mother cooking instead of helping out on the farm. And I don't want you to do the same." "Of course I won't," Bob said quietly, "you have to be the person you are. Do you like cooking ?" Paul looked up and smiled, "Yes, Uncle Bob, I do, I can't help it, I really do like it." Bob smiled back at the boy, "Well then Paul, I would love if you would cook for me sometime." Paul beamed "If you want, I will cook for you all the time." "It's a deal." Bob placed his hand over Paul's. The boys hands were much smaller than his own, smaller and more delicate. Bob's mind raced, his thoughts were moving along very strange paths this evening. He decided to push just a little further along the road. He straightened up and said, "Now Paul, there is one other thing I wanted to talk to you about." "What is that Uncle Bob," Paul replied looking up from his tea. "You see Paul, my office is not as busy at the moment as I had hoped, so I am not sure that there will be much for you to do if you start on Monday," Bob paused. Paul looked down, then up again, then taking the bait, he said, "Well by the look of the cupboards, there is plenty of work just spring cleaning around the house." Bob laughed, the boy had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. "Are you saying that I am not much for house work?" "No, not at all Uncle Bob, it's just that most men aren't." Paul said it, then blushed again. Bob looked at his young nephew, and as the boy blushed and tried to hide it by sipping tea, he decided. This boy wanted to be a woman, and he would make him one. "You know, you're right about that," Bob said, "Men just aren't that good at house work, and if you are happy to do it, then I would be delighted to let you. We can consider that your job for the moment, agreed?" Paul looked up, a little unsure of what just happened, had his Uncle just told him he was to be employed as his house keeper, and more importantly, had he implied that he was not a man? Bob broke the moment, "Come on, lets find you a place to sleep." Bob got up from the table and headed for the door. He knew exactly how he was going to reel this little fish in. For the first time since his wife died, Bob felt that certain rush you only get from the chase of a woman. They climbed the stairs and walked down the corridor. Bob pointed out, the Master bedroom, then continued on and lead Paul into another smaller room. It was decorated in a pale pink. "You will have to excuse the decor, but Pauline had this room done up and I didn't have the heart to change it," Bob said, as he turned to Paul, "but it is the nicest room in the house, after mine of course." Paul looked around, it wasn't too bad, and it was a nice sized room. "No problem, it is a nice size and I don't really mind the color." "Good, it's all yours then," Bob smiled, "I put some of Pauline's stuff in here, but I am sure you will find enough space for your clothes." "Don't worry Uncle Bob," Paul smiled back, "it's perfect, I'm sure I will fit the few bits and pieces I brought in." "Right then, I will leave you to get settled in," Bob said from the door, "I need to get out of this suit. I will be down stairs watching TV if you fancy joining me." "Okay, Uncle Bob," Paul said, "and by the way thank you for everything, you have been so kind, I only hope I can make it up to you somehow." "I am sure you will Paul," Bob said as he closed the door. Paul looked around the room; he didn't know what to feel. He was a complete mix of emotions. Uncle Bob had struck a chord in him. He had told him to be what he was, but what was he, this was a question that had always scared Paul. Uncle Bob had been right when he asked if he liked cooking. The truth was that Paul liked all the things he had helped his mother with, and he was good at them too. There was nothing wrong with that, Uncle Bob had said so. There was something else that was eating at Paul. Uncle Bob had made him feel very peculiar in the kitchen, all that talk of him looking like Aunty Pauline. He was embarrassed by it, but somehow he liked the idea of being like her. It had made him feel funny inside, all warm and just a little unsettled. He had also felt Uncle Bob's eyes following him around the kitchen, this made him feel very conscious of himself but at the same time he didn't not want him to stop. He tried to shake these thoughts and get on with unpacking. He went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. It was full of his Aunt Pauline's clothes. So was the second and the third. At first he looked, but by the third drawer he found himself touching the shirts, sweaters, and skirts... he had never seen such beautiful clothes before. They were made from such soft fabrics, silk, satin and lace. He ran his fingers over them, touching them, using all his energy to resist pulling them out. Then he opened the bottom drawer, it was full of Aunt Pauline's most personal things. He gazed down on silk panties, lace bras, tights, stockings, suspenders, and all sorts of other sexy under garments. His heart was pounding, he felt like a child at Christmas. He could resist no longer. He pulled out a pair of black silk panties. He rubbed them between his fingers, the smooth material slipping with consummate ease. He raised them to his face and breathed in their scent. He could still smell the perfume, that unmistakable scent of woman. He reached in and pulled out another pair, then another, then a bra, until finally he was surrounded by a sea of beautiful feminine underwear. He wanted to wear them. The thought was so clear, he wanted to put them on, he needed to feel the smooth girlie material next to his skin. In seconds he had stripped off his clothes, and was on his knees trying to find a matching pair of panties and bra. He found the perfect pair. It took him a few minutes to work out how to clasp the bra, but it soon was cupping his little titties. It was then that he realized how small chested his Aunt Pauline must have been, the bra almost fitted him. He picked up the panties and daintily slipped them on one leg and then the other. He pulled them up slowly along his legs, thinking to himself, that he would have sexy legs if only he shaved off the hair. He pulled them up tight, encasing his now very hard penis. They were high cut panties and they slipped nicely up over his hips. He ran to the full length mirror and looked at himself. He had never felt so sexy and horny. A thought flashed through his mind, him cleaning the house wearing nothing but his Aunt Pauline' s panties and bra, his cock was throbbing as he considered this. "Paul, are you coming downstairs ?" Uncle Bob called from the other side of the bedroom door. Paul jumped at the sound of his uncle's voice. He scrambled across the bed and grabbed his trousers. "In a minute, Uncle Bob." Bob, hearing the commotion asked, "Is everything all right in there ?" "Yes, absolutely fine," Paul said, as he pulled on his trousers over the silk panties, then quickly grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. Bob opened the door at that moment, "Are you sure your okay Paul ?" he asked, and then looked at the pile of his wife's underwear on the floor. Paul looked down at the pile and blushed bright red, "Mmm, yeah .. just fine... thanks," he pointed at the pile of panties, "I was just trying to... um....make some room for my own stuff." Bob smiled at him, and walking over to the other dresser, opened it, "I am sure you will find some room in here." Paul blushed even harder, "I...I..." he stammered before falling silent. "Don't worry Paul, my wife always wore the most beautiful underwear. I used to love admiring it," Bob reached down and picked up an pair of white lacy panties and held them up for Paul to look at, "They are very pretty aren't they ?" "Hmmm...Yes Uncle Bob... they are .. very pretty," Paul squirmed, he could feel the silky material clinging to his skin under his trousers. Bob looked straight into Paul's eyes. Paul could feel his skin burning under his Uncle's gaze. Paul felt like he was on the verge of breaking down in tears. Suddenly, Bob dropped the white panties back onto the floor and said, "Well, clean up this mess and come downstairs." Then Bob walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Paul slumped back onto the bed in relief, he couldn't believe what had just happened. What would his Uncle think if he discovered that Paul was wearing his wife's panties and getting off on it. What Paul didn't know was that downstairs his Uncle Bob was nursing a hard-on the likes of which he hadn't felt since his wife passed away. It was just as Bob had hoped, he suspected the boy was effeminate and maybe even gay, but Paul's obvious fascination with his wife's underwear was more then he could have hoped for. He was now convinced that the boy would be at the very least, a consenting partner in the first part of his plan. Bob was a little more relaxed when Paul came downstairs and joined him. Neither of them mentioned what had happened upstairs, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. As did the next day, in fact, most of the day was spent with Bob showing his nephew around the house and its grounds. Monday morning brought a change of atmosphere to the house. Paul's Uncle Bob was a working man, so he was up bright and early. He woke Paul at 7am and informed him that it was his first day on duty. "I'm heading for the shower," Bob said, "I expect to find breakfast on the table when I get down." Paul scrambled out of bed and threw on some clothes. He raced downstairs and began to prepare breakfast. He was determined to show his uncle he could do a good job. By the time Bob entered the kitchen 15 minutes later, the table was set, the tea made, and the smell of bacon filled the room. "I'm impressed," Uncle Bob said, as he sat down, "I was expecting a mug of tea and a slice of toast." "I think we can do a little better then that Sir," Paul smiled as he placed a plate of bacon and eggs before his Uncle. Bob tucked into his breakfast, as Paul poured him some tea, then went to make some toast. "What time will you be home today, Uncle Bob ?" Paul asked, as Bob finished his breakfast. "I should be home around 7ish," Bob answered, "Why do you ask ?" "I will prepare dinner for 8 then," Paul said. "That would be great, Paul," Bob smiled at him, "You will find just about everything you could need in the freezer." "Have a good day, Uncle Bob," Paul said, as Bob was leaving the kitchen. "I will thanks," Bob laughed, "we sound just like a married couple. Don't forget to start cleaning the house. Bye." Paul watched as Bob's car vanished down the drive. The house was his. He walked from room to room making a note of what needed doing in each one. Then he headed back to his own bedroom. He quickly stripped off all his clothes. He had lay awake last night thinking about this moment. Alone in the house for a whole day, he was going to try on more then his Aunt Pauline's panties today. He carefully opened the bottom drawer and picked out the same pair of black panties and bra that Uncle Bob had nearly caught him in the other night. He quickly slipped into them. His cock was already hard and he had to pull them high on his hips to get it all under them. He was amazed at how well they fit, but even more then that, he adored how sexy they made him feel. He then found a pair of black, hold up, stockings. Two days ago he didn't even know such a thing existed, but he had spent every moment he could with his nose in his aunt's clothes. He had imagined outfit after outfit on him, the thrill it gave was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He began pulling on the stockings in the same way he had seen women do it on the TV. He noticed the hair on his legs sticking out through the tight nylon. He decided that he would have to shave his legs, but he did not even own a razor, his beard growth was so negligible he didn't need one. He pulled off the stockings and headed for Uncle Bob's room. In the bathroom he found a razor and some shaving cream, and after about a half an hour of hard work he walked out with super smooth legs. He returned to his own room and quickly pulled the stockings back on. The difference was incredible, he looked the mirror and if he didn't know they were his own legs, he would have sworn they were a woman's. Then he picked out several blouses and tried them on before settling on one made from a maroon silk. The material felt so good on his skin as he slipped into it. He kept going over and back to the mirror, looking at himself and rubbing his now very swollen cock. It took him a little while to find a skirt that he liked. He eventually chose a short black pleated skirt. He looked in the mirror and thought to himself, `it shows off my figure when I am standing still and it moves so nicely when I walk.' Finally, he went in search of shoes, he had not looked for them up to now, and was disappointed to find that there were none in his room. He walked from room to room, opening every press, looking for his aunt's shoes...he knew they had to be there. Uncle Bob hadn't thrown anything else out, so why would he throw the shoes away. He had searched every room except the Master bedroom, so he headed for his uncle's room. He had to be more careful now, his uncle used these wardrobes everyday, he would notice if Paul messed them up too much. In the second shelf he opened he found four rows of his aunt's shoes still laid out. He pondered them for a minute before picking out a pair of black court heeled shoes. They were a little small for him, but after a struggle, Paul managed to get them on his feet. He headed back to his own room, he had never walked in heels before so he was a little unsteady on his feet. He looked at himself in the mirror. From a distance, he would definitely pass for a woman. He was so turned on by the idea of this that he started rubbing himself hard through his skirt and panties. He kept it up until he knew he was very close then stopped. He wanted the feeling to last all day. He decided it was time to do the house work, woman's work he reminded himself, with a smile, as he minced from room to room in his skirt and high heels. By lunch time, he had tidied all the rooms upstairs, mainly it was his own mess from his search for his aunt's shoes. In the afternoon, he cleaned all the rooms downstairs, then vacuumed the house from top to bottom. By the time he had finished, was almost six. He decided it was time to give himself the treat he had been waiting for all day. He minced up the stairs and wen into his room. He lay down on the bed and, slipping his hand up under his skirt, he began furiously rubbing himself through the silky material of the panties. He brought himself to the brink three or four times, each time easing off while his cock twitched with pleasure within its silken cage. He found himself imagining that he really was a woman, and that he was kissing a man, kissing and being kissed. He tried to think of kissing a woman, but each time his mind wandered back to him being the girl, being kissed and fondled by a man. As his orgasm approached, he found an even naughtier thought creep into his mind. He started to imagine that the man kissing him and fondling him was his Uncle. In his mind Uncle Bob wrapped him in his big strong arms and forced his tongue into Paul's waiting mouth. Paul did not resist, in fact he wanted it, yearned for it, in his mind, he wore lipstick, and it smeared as his Uncle Bob crushed his lips, devouring his mouth as only a man can devour a woman. His mind imagined even more sordid thoughts as he peaked and began pumping great wads of semen into his Aunt Pauline's panties. Paul lay there for a few moments, his head reeling with the thoughts that had gone through it in the last five minutes. Then he remembered the time. He quickly undressed placing every item of clothing carefully back where it had come from, and dashed down to make dinner for his Uncle Bob. Every day, for the next two weeks, passed in much the same fashion. Each day Paul would get up and prepare breakfast for his Uncle. Then as soon as Uncle Bob had left for work, Paul would hurry up stairs and dress up in his aunt's clothes. During the second week Paul found that there was not enough work to fill the day, so he spent most of every afternoon practicing applying make-up to his face. He had become quite good at it and found that, with a bit of work, he could make himself look almost identical to his late aunt. Even his hair was growing, and each day, he would try to style it to be like his aunt's in the many photos of her dotted around the house. And each evening Paul would pleasure himself before neatly replacing the clothes, removing his make up, and preparing his uncle dinner. On the Friday morning almost two weeks after Paul had first arrived, Uncle Bob came down for breakfast as usual. He sat down and started his breakfast. As Paul was pouring his tea, he looked up at him and asked, "Do you shave Paul ?" Paul nearly dropped the tea pot, "Ahh... sometimes" Uncle Bob reached up and rubbed his hand along Paul's chin, "You don't feel like you've ever shaved your face." "Not for a while now..." Paul starting to get flustered. "Not since you came to live here?" Bob watched Paul's color rise. "No Uncle Bob," Paul was blushing hard now. "So, what exactly were you using my razor and shaving cream for ?" Bob asked calmly. Paul went completely beet red; he wanted to curl up under the table. "I...I... you see..." "Paul, it's all right, I am not your Father, I won't scold you, or think bad of you, just tell me the truth," Bob smiled at Paul as he spoke. He had been keeping a close eye on everything, and he suspected that Paul had started to experiment with his wife's clothes. "Oh, Uncle Bob, I am so embarrassed!" Paul started crying, ...I can't tell you." "Of course you can Paul," Bob coaxed gently, "well, you could only shave one or two other places, so if it is not your face, then was it your legs ?" Paul nodded, as the tears flowed down his face. He wanted the ground to swallow him up. "Is that the only place ?"Bob urged him. Paul shook his head. "Have you shaved your underarms ?" Paul nodded again, his eyes looking at the floor. If he had looked at his Uncle he would have seen an evil grin cross his face for just a moment. Paul began to sob quietly. "Okay now, Paul calm down." Bob took him by the hand and led him into the sitting room. There he guided him over to the sofa and they both sat down. Bob pulled out his mobile phone and quickly rang the office, "Hi, it's Bob here, look I am not going to be able to make it in for a while...will you clear my schedule. Thanks." He hung up and switched off the phone, then turning to Paul he said, "Now Paul, I can see you are upset, so let me do the talking. Does this have something to do with why I found you going through Pauline's underwear ?" Paul looked up at his Uncle for a moment and nodded, then dropped his head in shame. His eyes welled up with fresh tears. "Have you been wearing Pauline's panties during the day while I am at work?" Bob asked, his cock twitching in his pants. It was happening just like he had fantasized every night for the last two weeks.
"Y....yes," Paul finally whispered, then sobbed again. "Have you been wearing her other clothes too ?" Bob probed a little further. "Y... Yes," Paul now looked at his Uncle's face, "you're not annoyed ?" "No, Paul," Bob smiled at him, "I am not annoyed, I suspected you might try something like this. Have you been dressing up and doing all the house work ?" Paul shrugged, "Yes, every day." He had almost started crying now. "Do you get turned on by pretending to be a woman while you clean up my house ?" Bob asked Paul looking into his eyes. Paul blushed deep red, "I... I feel... I...Yes, do." "That's okay Paul," Bob took his hand, "I am going to go to work now, but tonight, when I get home, I want you to introduce me to the woman who cleans my house. Do you understand me ?" Paul looked up at his Uncle in astonishment, "But ... but .. I can't..." "No buts, if you are going to live in this house, and dress up using my wife's clothes, then I think at the very least I am entitled to see what you are doing, don't you agree ?" Bob voice was quiet but forceful. "I guess..." Paul sobbed a little, "...but I am too embarrassed to show you." "Maybe you should have thought about that before you started using my wife's clothes," Bob said firmly, as he got up from the couch. "But...but..." Paul started. "No buts, I told you," Bob said harshly, "I make the rules around here, Paul, and if you want to keep living here, when I walk in the door tonight, I expect my dinner to be on the table and my woman house keeper greeting me with a smile. Do you understand me Paul?" Paul looked up from the couch at his Uncle standing over him, he felt so small and weak beside this man, he nodded his head, and started to wipe the tears from his face, "Y .. Yes Uncle Bob." "Good, then I will be off to work now," Bob said as he headed out the door. Paul was left alone, his brain was reeling. He sat there for a few moments to gather his thoughts. On reflection, he realized that he was very lucky to have an uncle who was open minded, most people would have just thrown him out on the street. The idea of letting his uncle...this was horrifying, he would be mortified, but even as he thought about it, his mind twisted the thoughts to more lewd ideas. He couldn't think that, his uncle would never find him attractive dressed up as a woman, Uncle Bob was simply trying to humor him, wasn't he? Paul shook off that thought and faced into the day. He went up stairs and began to dress in his cleaning lady clothes. He planned his day making sure he had enough time to spend the late afternoon preparing himself for his meeting with his uncle. By the time he climbed the stairs that afternoon, the whole house sparkled. He wanted everything to be perfect this evening when his Uncle came home. He quickly stripped and headed for the shower. He scrubbed himself clean all over using a wonderfully scented shower cream he had found along with some deodorants and perfumes, among his aunt's make-up. He stepped out of the shower and began to towel himself off. He noticed that the hair on his legs had started to grow again, so he decided to shave them. He retrieved the shaving cream and razor from his Uncle's bathroom and proceeded to shave his legs. Having finished, he decided to do his underarms, and as he finished these and was about to put away the razor, he had a thought. He looked down at the light down of pubic hair that grew above his small penis. He squeezed some shaving cream into his hand and lathered up the hair. He decided that he would feel much more feminine with no pubic hair, so off it came. He rinsed, and then dried himself off. He checked the time as he walked over to the dresser. Almost 5pm, he would have enough time, he already had this evening's dinner in the oven, all he had to do was set the table. He open the bottom drawer of the dresser, and after a few minutes searching decided on a very pretty pair of silk and lace panties with matching bra. He pulled on the panties and tucked in his penis. The material felt even better against his newly shaved skin. Next, he decided on wearing suspenders, black, sheer and shiny. He found a very sexy lace suspender belt that sat snugly on his hips and gave him an even more womanly look. He checked himself in the mirror, he always felt so naughty as he dressed. He went into his uncle's room once more, dropping back the razor and cream and picking up his favorite pair of black patent leather high heeled shoes. They were a bit of a struggle to get on, and even more of a struggle to walk in, but he was determined to look good and he knew they made his legs look long and slim and very, very good. What to wear was going to be the real difficulty, but before he worried about that, it was time to put on his make up. Paul sat down in front of the mirror in his room, and began slowly applying his foundation. He had spent a lot of time in front of the mirror over the last weeks, and had become quite professional with his aunt's make up kit. Over the next half hour, he carefully applied, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, a little blush to his cheeks, and then finally, his favorite lipstick, rich red. When he was finally happy, he turned his attention to his outfit. His aunt had a great selection of outfits, but he wanted something very special for tonight. After pulling out at least ten dresses, he finally decided on a simple black number that, although, it had decent shoulder straps, it left plenty of his neck and shoulders exposed. It came to just above the knee and had a little slit up the back for easier movement. He stood in front of the full length mirror and a smile spread across his face. His hair had grown enough that with a little work, he could achieve a very feminine style. He looked ravishing, even if he did say so himself. A small touch up of his lipstick and he was ready. He was setting the table when he heard his uncle's keys in the front door. He froze, the fear came flooding back. What would his uncle think of him, would he be disgusted with him. The door of the kitchen opened, and Paul turned to face it. His Uncle Bob stood in the door frame, his eyes fixed firmly on Paul. Paul could feel his face turn red, a flush of embarrassment and humiliation seemed to flood through his whole body. "My word," Uncle Bob said, as the drank in the slim feminine figure that Paul presented to him, "you are a beautiful young lady, do you have a name?" Paul flushed hard, he had always called himself Pauline after his Uncle Bob's wife, but now he realized that he might insult or upset his uncle. "I do, Uncle Bob, but I am not sure how you will take it," Paul said dropping his eyes from his Uncle's gaze. Nobody had ever looked at him the way his uncle was looking at him now. "I might be able to make it easier for you," Bob replied realizing what was going on, "You look just like your aunt, you know, so you will have to be called after her, Pauline." Pauline looked up into her uncle's eyes, "Oh uncle, you mean you don't mind, I was so worried you would be upset." She smiled her prettiest smile and fluttered her eyes at him. "I am not upset at all, I am delighted," Bob smiled back at her, then holding out his arms, he said, "So does your Uncle Bob get a welcome home kiss ?" Pauline blushed harder and moved toward her uncle, it was like all her dreams and her nightmares rolled into one. She was excited and embarrassed at the same time. Bob took her by the shoulders and leaned down. Pauline went to kiss him on the cheek, but at the last second Bob turned his head and their lips met. He pushed his mouth against hers and just for a moment she felt his tongue touch her closed lips. A shiver ran through her, she wanted to sink into his arms, and at the same time run away from him. Bob pulled away again, and looking down into her upturned face, smiled and said, "So has my pretty little niece cooked dinner for her favorite uncle?" "Yes, I have, please sit down and I will serve you," Pauline smiled back up at him as she spoke. This was better then she could ever have hoped for. She hurried off to serve the food. Bob took off his suit jacket and sat at the table. He too could not have hoped for more. His young nephew, was the image of his late wife and was just as sexy, as she moved around the kitchen. He knew now, that he was going to have a lot of fun with young Pauline. As Pauline served dinner for her uncle, she became acutely aware of his eyes following her. She would turn and find him staring at her as she bent over to take the food out of the oven. This made her feel very sexy but also humiliated. She now knew how all woman feel as men check out their bodies. She found herself moving her hips a little more then she normally would. She wanted her uncle to like his new niece, that way he might allow her to be around more often. "Pauline, could you pour me another cup of coffee," Bob asked. Pauline stood beside him as she refilled his cup. Suddenly she felt his hand on her leg. She tried to pretend it was not there. "Pauline, I have decided that you should stay with me instead of Paul," Bob said matter of factly. "But ... but .." Pauline started. "No buts, no, my girl," his hands was rubbing her legs gently, making her feel quite strange, "You started this, so you will have to see it through. Is that clear ?" "Y ... yes Uncle Bob," Pauline stammered, not really knowing what to say. "Tomorrow morning, I want you to put all Paul's things into a box and give them to me," Bob's voice was so masterful as he continued to feel Pauline's leg. "But uncle," Pauline replied. "I told you no buts," Bob snapped, "if you want to go back to being Paul then you can, but you will have to find somewhere else to live...as long as you are in this house, you will be Pauline. Is that understood ?" Pauline felt as if the world was closing in on her, she knew that she should leave, but she loved living with her Uncle Bob, "Yes Uncle Bob," she said finally. "That's a good girl," Bob said as he playfully slapped her bottom, "now you run along and clean up. I am going upstairs for a shower. Could you bring me up some fresh towels ?" Pauline quickly cleaned up after dinner, making sure that the kitchen was spotless. Then, she went to the closet and picked up some fresh towels for her uncle. She walked into the Master bedroom and was about to leave the towels on the bed when her uncle called from the en-suite bathroom, "Pauline, could you bring a towel in here." Pauline picked up a bath towel and headed for the bathroom. As she entered, her Uncle Bob was just stepping out of the shower. "Thanks Pauline," he said as he took the towel from her hand. Pauline stood there a little unsure of herself, and was about to turn and walk out when her uncle spoke, "Are you okay Pauline ?" Pauline blushed involuntarily, "Y .. yes fine." "You seem a little flustered, haven't you ever seen a real man naked before?" he said his eyes fixed on her. "Of course, what do you mean ?" she replied unable to meet his gaze. Bob smiled at her and said, "I mean, not a sissy boy like you, but a real man, with a masculine body, a real man's body." Pauline was bright red. "I .. ... I ... no uncle I haven't," she finally answered. "So what do you think ?" Bob asked, his hands on his hips. "It's ..... I ....mm ... fine," she stammered out finally. "Fine, what sort of an answer is that," he chided, "come on now, your a young woman, do you not find it just a little bit exciting to see a man like me naked?" "Mmm ... well .... I .. yes I suppose it does," she didn't know what to do. Bob dropped his hand on to his cock and held it, "You suppose. Do you like the idea of a man standing naked in front of you with his cock in his hand or not?" "I .... I don't know Uncle Bob, I don't know what you want from me," she said tears welling up in her eyes. "Pauline, look at me," his voice was calm and clear. She looked up into his eyes, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Pauline, I want you to tell me the truth, do you find me, standing here naked, exciting ? It's okay if you do." His voice was kind. "Y ..... yes I do," Pauline blurted out, her tears starting up again. "It's okay Pauline," Bob consoled her, "come here girl." He held out his arms. She moved toward him and found herself held tight against his naked body. "Pauline," he whispered into her hair, "look at me." She lifted her head, until she was looking up into his eyes. "You can tell me," he murmured to her, "I only want you to be happy." "Oh Uncle Bob, I am happy, I have never been happier," the words poured out, and she knew it was the truth. Bob lowered his face until they were barely an inch apart, "You are my girl Pauline, and I want you to always be happy. What will make you happy Pauline?" "Uncle Bob, anything, I am happy now, whatever makes you happy will make me happy," the words came easy now, she knew she was safe in her uncle's arms. "Oh Pauline, your such a good girl, now part your lips and let me kiss you," he said with a little urgency in his voice. "Oh Uncle B.." her words were smothered by her uncle's mouth closing on hers. His tongue pushed past her lips and snaked into her mouth. She opened her mouth a little wider giving herself to the kiss. Bob's hands slid down her back until they reached her buttocks. He spread his fingers and cupped a buttock in each, then pulled her tight against him. Pauline melted into her uncle's embrace, his tongue played with hers, leading her a merry dance in her mouth. As the seconds passed, she became aware of her uncle growing hard against her. At first it shocked her, but as their kiss continued she found herself rubbing herself against it. Bob pulled her tighter still. Their lips parted and Bob whispered, "Pauline you are quite the naughty young girl, aren't you ?" "It just feels good, Uncle Bob," she whispered as she blushed coyly. "It does feel good, very good, but now that you have started me, you are going to have to finish me," Bob spoke in between lightly kissing her painted lips. "What do you mean uncle ?" Pauline said, falling completely into her role of the young innocent niece. He took her hand in his, and slowly brought it up and let it rest on his chest. Then he took her other hand and wrapped it around him so that her fingers were resting at the top of his buttocks. "My cock is getting hard Pauline, and when that happens I need to be satisfied," he licked at her lips as he said the words. "I will try to satisfy you uncle," she murmured, her hand stroking his chest, feeling her uncle's strong and very well formed pectoral muscles. "And how will you satisfy me ?" he replied with a slight grin on his face. She had started to stroke his buttocks too, "In any way you want uncle." His fingers began to gather up her short skirt, "will you suck on my cock ?" She blushed and turned her head away for a moment, then looked up into her Uncle Bob's eyes and said, "Uncle Bob, I have never done that before." Bob kissed her lips again and said, "don't worry Pauline, I will teach you what to do, would you like that ?" "If you want me too, I will learn," she said, then parted her lips a little wider, inviting his tongue inside. Bob's mouth pressed hard against Pauline's, lips sealed in a passionate embrace, his tongue flicking at hers. He took her hand from his chest and slid it down his firm stomach, until finally Pauline could feel her uncle's penis against her hand. Pauline let her hand be guided by Uncle Bob's, and did not resist when he took her other hand and placed it under his balls. Pauline found herself transfixed by her uncle's swollen shaft, and did not notice her uncle place his hands on her shoulders and apply pressure. "Now Pauline, it is time for your first lesson," Bob said as he slowly pushed Pauline down on to her knees before him. He looked in the mirror of the bathroom and watched his new 'niece' on her knees, about to learn her first lesson in cock sucking. Pauline stared at her uncle's stiff rod only inches from her face, and for a brief moment, wondered to herself, how this had happened. Did (s)he really want this. In her heart she knew the truth, she wanted it. "Pauline, lick the tip with your tongue, taste a real man's pre-cum," Bob ordered. Pauline's tongue snaked out of her mouth and hovered for a second before touching the wet patch that had formed on the tip of her uncle's cock. The liquid strung out as she tasted her first man juice, linking her to her uncle. She felt Bob's hand on the back of her head, applying a subtle but firm pressure. Her lips touched the tip and slowly she let the velvet shaft push into her mouth. "That's my girl," Bob murmured through clenched teeth, "suck a man's cock, show me what a good niece you can be." Bob was really starting to get off on having his own nephew dressed in his wife's clothes, kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock. His mind was racing with the possibilities and perversions. Pauline lost herself in the silky hardness of her uncle's throbbing cock. She had never felt so good. She wanted this moment to go on forever. Bob's lust was rising, he began to issue Pauline instructions, "Suck my cock; lick it; lick the tip, come on you horny little bitch, use your tongue more. Play with my balls while you suck on Uncle Bob's cock. Flick the tip you slut." The more Bob said, the more Pauline loved it. She wanted to be his slut, his bitch, she wanted to be her Uncle Bob's dirty little niece. She pulled her mouth from his cock and looked up at him, "Yes Uncle, I am your horny niece, I love to suck your cock." Bob looked down at her as she spoke. His cock just inches away from her red painted lips. In that moment he knew there was no turning back. "Pauline, are you my horny little niece ?" he asked. "Yes uncle, I am so horny for you," she whispered her reply. "And are you willing to do whatever I ask ?" he smiled. "Ooh yes uncle, I just want to please you." Her lips were parted and wet with his pre cum as she looked up into his face. "Good girl," he said, as he rubbed the tip of his cock over and back on Pauline's lower lip. "Will you suck on your uncle's big cock until my cum floods your mouth?" Pauline hesitated, would she really do that, "If it pleases you uncle, I will." "Oh yes Pauline, it pleases me very much," Bob said, and with that he pushed his rod deep into her mouth. Pauline gagged at first, but soon got used to her uncle's member as it slid through her lips and over her tongue. Bob's hands held Pauline's head in place as he began to fuck her mouth with a nice steady rhythm now. "Ooh yes my girl," Bob said, through gritted teeth, "you are a natural. Your mouth feels so good on my cock." Pauline hands reached around her uncle's thighs to steady herself. Bob was thrusting hard into her mouth now. "Ooh good girl," he hissed, "good cock sucker... hot mouth... swallow it... ALL !!" Bob rammed his cock all the back into Pauline's throat and came hard and fast. Pauline gagged for a moment as her uncle's cock shoved down her throat and then she felt it. His hot cum jetting down her throat. She tried to pull away, but her uncle held her tight. He jerked again and again, each time another load pumping inside her. Pauline was over the initial wave of nausea, and now the taste seemed okay, nice even. Bob relaxed his grip on Pauline's head and pulled his cock slowly from her mouth. He looked down to see a string of cum stretching from the tip of his cock to his young niece's lips. That sight had his lust rising again already. "Oh Pauline," he said looking down on her, "you are such a natural cock sucker. Lick my cock clean now, that's a good girl." Pauline looked up at him as he spoke, cum making her lips shiny. She leaned forward and licked the remaining cum from his now shrinking penis. When she had finished that task, Bob put his hand under her chin and pulled Pauline up to her feet. "Did you enjoy that Pauline?" he asked looking deep into her eyes. Pauline blushed and tried to look away. "Tell the truth now Pauline," Bob scolded. "Y..yes Uncle Bob," Pauline whispered. "Yes what?" he asked. "Yes I enjoyed sucking your cock Uncle Bob," she said, blushing deep red. "And what else would you do for your Uncle Bob?" he coaxed her. "Oh Uncle Bob, anything, I will do anything for you," she blurted out without thinking. Bob smiled. "That's what I like to hear my girl," Bob said, "you will be my private maid, serving ALL my needs. Be the woman around the house, cooking and cleaning, washing and ironing. And whenever I desire you will be my naughty little cock-sucking niece." "Yes Uncle Bob," Pauline said, blushing even more at his words. "Now run along and get my dinner ready," Bob ordered slapping Pauline on the bottom. Pauline hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed for the door. "Pauline," Bob called after her. "Yes uncle?" she turned to him. "Make sure you wear a sexy negligee when you come to my bed tonight," Bob said, a smile wide across his face. Pauline was about to speak. "Run along now, the dinner will be ruined," Bob said and started to get dressed. Part 2 That evening after dinner, Bob retired to the lounge. Pauline brought him a brandy and then finished cleaning up after their meal. Bob watched television for a little while but he just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened upstairs. His young nephew had willingly sucked his cock and was now mincing around his kitchen in his wife's clothes. The thought of this and all the possibilities was making his cock rise under his bathrobe. "Pauline come in here," Bob called. Pauline came into the room, her face slightly flushed from washing dishes. "What is it Uncle Bob?" she asked. "Stand in front of me girl," he ordered. Pauline did as she was told. "Pauline," he paused for a moment and then continued, "you know I really think that name suits you." Pauline blushed. "Thank you Uncle Bob," she said quietly. "I have been sitting here thinking about you Pauline, and look what has happened," he said, opening his robe for Pauline to see his almost erect penis. Pauline looked down on his Uncle's cock. She knew she shouldn't feel the way she did, but it was so sexy looking, so male. "Would you like to kneel down and suck on my cock Pauline?" Bob asked. Pauline looked from her Uncle's face to his cock and back again. She was blushing deep red now. "Well Pauline," he asked again, enjoying the little hussy's discomfort, "would you like to have this nice big cock in your girlie mouth?" Pauline nodded her head, ashamed of what she was doing. "What was that Pauline?" Bob asked. "Y...yes," she stammered. "Yes what?" Bob asked. Pauline felt something inside her snap, if she said yes she knew that she'd be nothing more than a cheap cock sucking slut, but if she said no, Uncle Bob would take away these beautiful clothes. She couldn't help herself. "Yes I would like to suck on your cock Uncle Bob," Pauline said in a very quiet voice. "Good girl," Bob said, "down on your knees then." Pauline dropped to her knees in front of her Uncle. Bob shifted himself forward in the chair and propped himself up with a couple of cushions. He was going to enjoy this. "Now Pauline," he said, "I am going to tell you what I like, consider this training, when I am finished you will be an expert cock sucker." Pauline, whose eyes had been glued to Bob's engorged shaft, looked up at him as he spoke, and nodded. "Now," Bob started, "With one hand cup my balls, and with the other hold my shaft like you would a microphone." Pauline raised her right hand and cupped her Uncle's balls. They felt hot in her hand. Then slowly she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his now fully swollen shaft. Bob's cock still stretched a good three inches above her small hands. "Ooh that's a good girl Pauline," Bob said, really getting turned on by the power exchange going on here. "I love your sissy painted nails Pauline." "Thank you, Uncle Bob," she whispered in reply. "Now lick the tip and top of the shaft like it was an ice cream Pauline," Bob instructed. Pauline began to lick at the end of Bob's cock. At first timidly, but with Bob's constant encouragement, she was soon licking at it like a dog. "Ooooh that's real good Pauline," Bob was rock hard now and really wanted to feel mouth all over his cock. "Now Pauline, get those lips wrapped around the head of my cock and swirl your tongue around it real nice. Make sure you get it all really wet and slippery," Bob said. Pauline licked her lips and slid Bob's cock into her mouth. She rolled her tongue over and around his cockhead. Bob kept coaching her. "Now slide your mouth down over my cock until you reach your fingers, keeping sucking all the time," Bob instructed. Pauline was soon sliding the first three inches of Bob's cock in and out of her pretty painted lips. "Ooh yes Pauline," Bob said quietly, "you are going to make such a good cock sucker." Pauline had her head down over Bob's cock when the telephone suddenly rang. Pauline went to bring her head up. "Oh no you don't," Bob said, putting his hand on her head and keeping her slippery mouth bobbing on his cock, "I will tell you when to stop." Bob reached for the telephone and lifted the receiver. "Hello," Bob said into the telephone. "Hi Bob, this is Emily," said Emily. Emily was Bob's sister and Paul's mother. Bob paused for a second, then realizing the possibilities of this situation, said, "Hi Emily, how are you?" Pauline's head jerked at the mention of her mother's name. She tried to pull away from Bob, but Bob held his head firmly on his cock. Pauline looked up at her Uncle Bob, pleading with her eyes, but Bob just smiled back down at her and pumped his hips a little, so his cock pushed a little further into Pauline's mouth. "I'm fine," said Emily, "I was just calling to say hello and to see how Paul was getting on?" "Oh he's getting on great Emily," Bob said, "I am not so busy in the office right now, so I put him to work here in the house." Pauline strained to try and hear what his Mother was saying, but couldn't quite make it out. Bob put pressure on the back of his head. "That's fine Bob," Emily said, "whatever you think best for him is fine by me." "Thanks Emily," Bob said, "and don't you worry, I am planning on teaching him a few new skills." He was sliding his cock in and out of Pauline's mouth faster now. "Is he there at the moment?" Emily asked. "He is Emily," Bob replied, "In fact he is on his knees in front me, but he is right in the middle of doing something for me." Pauline nearly choked at that. "That's okay then Bob," Emily said, "tell him to call me when he gets a minute." "As soon as he's finished Emily," Bob said. "Oh by the way Bob, before I go," Emily said, "I was thinking of coming to Dublin next week, would you mind if I stayed with you for a couple of days? That way I could get to see both of you." "Not at all Emily, I would delighted," Bob replied, "but I think we should keep that as a surprise don't you?" Bob was on the verge of cuming into Pauline's mouth. "Oh yes Bob, That's a great idea Bob," said Emily, "thank you, and thanks again for having Paul too." Bob tensed up and started pumping spunk into Pauline's open mouth. "Oooh, no problem Emily," Bob said, through slightly gritted teeth, "I love having him. He is a real quick learner." "That's true," Emily paused, then said, "Bob are you okay you sound a bit strained?" Bob pulled his cock out of Pauline's mouth and rubbed the last drops of sperm all over the boy's painted red lips. "Yes Emily," Bob said, "I'm fine, I am just helping Paul finish a little job here." As he spoke, Bob pushed his cock back into Pauline's mouth and then said to the boy/girl, "Now don't forget to clean up after yourself, my boy." Emily, who was still listening on the other end of the line said, "I am so happy that Paul is with you Bob, I know you will teach him so much. You were always a great teacher." Bob laughed quietly then seeing an interesting opportunity, asked, "You mean like I used to teach you when we were teenagers?" Pauline who was quietly sucking Bob's shrinking cock was listening and was rather puzzled by this comment. Emily was silent for a moment. Bob could sense her embarrassment at his question. They had never spoken about what had happened between them as teenagers. About those long summer days when they played in the old barn. About how he showed her what their Daddy and Mummy did at night, when they were alone in their room. How he taught her to give him pleasure with her fingers, and then her mouth and finally how he took her virginity and taught her that the only real pleasure came from a nice hard cock fucking you real deep. He had thought about those summer days often. He had been a hard teacher, making her tell him how much she wanted her big brothers cock before he finally buried it deep inside her. He had never imagined been able to bring them up with Emily again. But now, he was hatching a fiendish plan, so he coaxed her a little more. "You do remember Emily, don't you?" he asked again quietly. Finally Emily spoke. "Yes Bob, I remember," she said in a very quiet voice. "What do you remember Emily?" he asked. Again there was silence on the line. Finally Emily spoke, quietly almost wistfully, "Everything." Then she snapped out of it. "Bob ... I ... I better be going now. Tell Paul to call me." "What do you mean everything?" Bob asked. "Bob we shouldn't be talking about that," Emily said quickly. "But you said you think about it," Bob pushed her further. "Yes I do ... No ... I mean ... Bob really this is not the time or place," Emily blurted out. "Okay then Emily," Bob said seizing the opening, "we can chat about it when you come up. Hang on a second Paul can talk to you now, he is just finished. Bye." Bob pushed Paul(ine) away from his groin and handed him the telephone before Emily had a chance to say anything back. Paul(ine) was blushing deep red as he put the telephone to his ear. "Hi ... hi mum," he said in a meek voice. "Oh Paul," Emily was a little meek herself, "how are you?" "Hmmm, great thanks," Paul answered. "I hope you are being good to your Uncle Bob," Emily said. "Yes mum," Paul blushed hard now thinking of what he had been doing to Uncle Bob just seconds before he took the phone. "Good boy," Emily said, "you do what Uncle Bob tells you too." Bob could hear Emily's voice on the phone, and he smiled down at Pauline and nodded his head. "Yes Mum I will," Pauline said looking back up into Bob's eyes. Bob motioned for the young sissy boy to climb up on his lap. Pauline rose from his knees and settled on the man's lap. Bob leaned closer to the ear piece of the phone to hear better. "So tell me, what kind of things are you doing for Uncle Bob," Emily asked. Pauline blushed deep red and looked at Bob. "I ... I ... well," Pauline didn't know what to say. Bob said nothing just ran his hands up the boys stocking clad leg along his inner thigh. "Hmmm ..... oh just this and that, things around the house, some cleaning and cooking," Pauline stumbled out eventually. "I see ..." Emily said and then paused, "so no office work at all then?" "Well ..." Pauline mumbled, "as Uncle Bob said, it is not that busy in the office, so he has me working at home for the moment." "I see, he's got you being his house keeper," said Emily, not sounding very happy about that. "It's not like that mum," Pauline said, then blushed and added, "I am enjoying the work." Bob, who was rubbing the skin just above the tops of Pauline's stockings, smiled when the boy said that. Emily paused again, then said, "Well I suppose you were always good at woman's work. It's not what I had in mind for you, but if you are happy well I suppose it's okay for the moment. "I am happy, very happy," Pauline looked at Bob, blushing deep red but with a little smile on his face. "Okay then Paul, I better go now," Emily said. "Okay Mum bye," Pauline said and hung up the phone. On the other end Emily put the receiver down. She couldn't put her finger on it but something didn't seem quite right about Paul tonight. She shook her head and went inside to watch the late news. She didn't like being on her own in the house, but her husband would be away over night at the mart. So she would only have the television for company this evening. As soon as Pauline had placed the phone in its cradle Bob pulled the young sissy close to him and kissed him deeply. Their lips were crushed together, Bob's tongue probing deep past Pauline's painted red lips. Bob's hands were up under Pauline's skirt now, feeling the young sissy in his most private places. His fingers pushing Pauline's legs apart and slipped between his cheeks and probed the boygirl's tender rosehole through the tight silk and lace of his sissy panties. After about two minutes of continuous kissing Bob pulled away. "I think it might be a good idea if you went upstairs and got ready for bed my little minx," Bob said. "Yes Sir," Pauline said quietly. Then reluctantly he got off his Uncle's lap, and doing as he was told he headed upstairs. "Don't forget to wear that sexy negligee for me tonight," Bob called after the young sissy boy. The News was over and Emily was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. She couldn't get what Bob had said on the phone out of her mind. She had locked up the memories of their summer days in the old barn very deep indeed, but now that Bob had brought them up again she couldn't stop thinking about it. She knew even then that what they were doing was wrong but god she had wanted to do it so badly. And besides Bob was always so forceful, not physically but mentally, in fact that just made her want it even more. She rubbed her belly as she thought about it. She was not as thin as she was back then and her breasts were considerably fuller, but then she had married young, raised three children and looked after the house. Her right hand cupped her breast allowing her fingers to gently roll the nipple between them. Her left hand was stroking her inner thighs as she thought about how her brother Bob would make her suck his cock and then make her beg him to fuck her. Her fingers slipped up her thigh and found her pussy. God she was so wet. She hated to admit it, but thinking about Bob turned her on more than sex with her husband ever did. She spread her legs wide and began massaging her clit between her fingers. Her mind wandered, Bob's cock stuffed in her mouth, him looking down at her, telling her what to do, instructing her, guiding her lips and tongue to pleasure him. She rubbed harder now feeling the rise. Her stomach muscles tightening little by little. She felt so wanton. Flashes of Bob's cock rubbing around her lips, tempting her, her begging for more. Then she suddenly had a flash of Bob's cock in a different mouth. She felt that wonderful wave rise up in her, about to engulf her. It was Paul, her son Paul, sucking on her brother's cock. The thought pushed her right over the edge. Her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her whole body quivered and shook. Her legs were like jelly. She just lay there savoring the moment. Slowly drifting into sleep. She was shocked by that thought about Paul. Shocked for thinking it and even more shocking at what a powerful effect it had on her. She was asleep before she could think too much about it. Pauline had just finished drying herself after a quick shower. She went into her room and quickly found a beautiful black negligee and a matching black silk and lace thong. She applied the lightest touch of make up, just enough to make herself more feminine. Then finally she applied the tiniest hint of perfume. Pauline went into her Uncle Bob's room. He was in the en-suite bathroom. She moved quietly across the room and climbed into Uncle Bob's big king size bed. Pauline felt like a little girl in his bed. She moved across into the middle of the bed and snuggled down under the covers. She lay there waiting for her Uncle to finish in the bathroom and get into bed beside her. Pauline's tummy was knotted, with fear and anticipation. She was just about to get up and run back to her own room when she felt the covers being pulled back. "Well, well, what have we here," Bob said. Pauline turned just in time to see him open his robe and drop it to the floor. Naked he climbed into bed beside her. He moved close and leaning over Pauline kissed her full on the lips. This was no stolen kiss, but the long lingering kiss of a relaxed lover. Pauline felt Bob's hands move across her body, feeling her, touching her through the smooth silkiness of the negligee. She gave herself over to his touch. After several minutes of dreamy kissing and romantic caresses Bob pulled away. "Well now," Bob said, looking the sissy boygirl up and down, "it's much nicer being Pauline isn't it?" "Yes," said Pauline in a very quiet voice. "What is nicer about being Pauline?" Bob asked as he rubbed his hand down along the silk negligee until he found the hem just above Pauline's knee. "Everything," Pauline said blushing. "Tell me what makes it nicer," Bob said a little more firmly. His hand slid up under Pauline's negligee along the sissy boy's inner thigh, pushing the light fabric above it. Pauline gave out a little moan of pleasure as Bob's hand brushed lightly over her little cockette and then moved down the other thigh. "Being able to dress like this," Pauline said, her voice barely a whisper. "You mean dressing like a girl, my girl, my little sissy girl, say it," Bob said, his fingers brushing the sissy boy's cockette once more. "Yes, like a sissy girl," Pauline blushed and turned her head away. "Don't look away now Pauline, you have to learn to say what you are and ask for what you want," Bob instructed, "now tell me what you are and what you want Pauline?" "I am your sissy little girl and I want to please you," Pauline said her eyes looking up into Bob's for a moment and then looking away in shame. "Yes you are my little sissy girl, but how are you going to please me?" Bob asked. All the while his hand was rubbing up and down Pauline's inner thighs and across her stiffening little cockette. "Mmmm ... By mm ... By sucking your cock," Pauline whispered, not able to look Bob in the eye as she spoke. Bob chuckled, "you could do that, but why don't start by just letting your hands feel me all over." Bob took Pauline's hands and put them on to his chest. "That's it Pauline," Bob urged his sissy nephew on, "let your hands feel your Uncle Bob all over, my chest, my belly, my cock." He leaned closer to her as he said the word `cock'. Pauline's hands rubbed Bob's har