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Sweet Sixteen, Part 5 ? by: Beverley Ann Miles
Christmas morning was a quiet affair with just Alex and his Dad.
Breakfast first, then opening the few presents they had under the tree.
Alex got a mobile 'phone from his Dad ? "As it seems both of us are away
from home most of the time." It was a pay-as-you-go job. Alex thought it
would be dead useful? he could check Dad's whereabouts before leaving
work, allowing him the potential of staying dressed until he got home.
Compared to the previous Christmas, it was positively jolly, but that was
because Alex's mother had been killed in a car accident on Christmas Eve.
They remembered better times and previous years together.
At about 11am, they got in the car, and drove the 20 miles or so to visit
Dad's sister and family ? their only close relatives. Alex's Aunt Rebecca
was married, and had two children, Clive and Claire ? although they were
grown up now. Claire was 18, and in her first year at University, whilst
Clive was 21, and had graduated last summer, then moved back in whilst
he looked for a job.
Alex had always enjoyed visiting his aunt, uncle and cousins, and in the
past they had shared combined holidays. Clive, at five years older, but
still the same generation, was someone that Alex could relate to in the
past, and he had become Alex's hero over the years. Clive had helped by
always treating the younger Alex as an equal, and not as a little kid ?
which was how Claire saw him. Clive set the pace, and Alex always
followed.
All that had changed when Clive went away to University, and when Alex
lost his mother. They'd both grown up.
Clive took after his father, being tall and relatively thin, and was
unfortunately already suffering from a receding hair line, which he
combated by ignoring ? and sporting a short crop. Alex's dad's side of
the family tended towards a smaller frame ? with a full head of hair ?
for which Alex was currently very grateful!
Both Alex and his dad were due back at work on the 27th, but had been
invited over for Christmas dinner, and Boxing Day. On arrival there was
another round of presents; Alex regarded himself a winner, as he received
no ties or socks! Dinner was a boistrous affair, followed by the
traditional bloated collapse in front of the television for the afternoon
and evening. They all got pleasantly relaxed ? alcohol assisted of
course.
Conversation ranged all over, catching up on family affairs, and
enquiries about work and studies. Alex didn't give the full list of his
'duties' at the store, but tried to give a general flavour. Clive pointed
out that this was a good way to meet girls, and Alex said yes, but no
girlfriend's yet. He reeled off a list of names of those he worked with,
and found, to his surprise, that Claire had gone to school with Vicky,
although she was relatively uncomplimentary ? Alex defended his new best
friend strongly.
Aunt Rebecca's house was full, and she had no spare rooms. Alex's dad was
put up on the sofa bed, whilst Alex was given an old camp bed on the
floor in Clive's room. Tired, he went to bed early, and was asleep before
Clive came to bed.
*****
Alex awoke, momentarily confused as to his surroundings, then relaxed as
his memory supplied the necessary prompts. He luxuriated in the comfort
of his sleeping bag, vowing to stay within it's warm confines for as long
as possible, despite the warmth of the room. It was one of those
mornings.
He turned onto his side, ending up facing the other bed through sleepy
half open eyes. It took him a while, but he suddenly realised that he was
looking at the profile of Clive lying on his back, probably asleep. He
must have got hot during the night, and thrown the duvet back; Clive
slept naked. Alex focused, and could clearly see Clive's swollen penis
lying on his belly ? it was stiffening as he watched. 'He must be
dreaming', thought Alex 'I wonder who or what about?'
Clive shifted, and rolled onto his side, still clearly asleep, exposing
himself totally to Alex's gaze. Just the sight was starting to turn Alex
on, and he felt his own member begin to stiffen as he thought back over
the last few days, and the previous cocks he had seen, held and sucked.
He realised that he wanted to do the same with this one. It looked a good
size, and imagining it filling his mouth made him harder still. Clive
stirred, and opened his eyes. For a second they looked straight at each
other, then Alex closed his eyelids, and tried to feign sleep.
Clive, suddenly realising his own state, sprang out of bed, grabbed his
dressing gown, and left the bedroom, presumably to deal with his
'condition' in the privacy of the bathroom. He was still fuzzy from
waking up, but he was sure that Alex had seen him.
Alex made a show of 'waking up' when Clive returned to the room. Neither
of them mentioned Clive's reason for leaving.
Before they left, Rebecca asked if they'd like to come over again for New
Years Eve. One of the locals was having a party, which might be fun to go
to. Alex's dad said yes, and Alex thought 'maybe a second chance?'
*****
"I need somewhere with a mirror, so I can do my make-up," said Alex to
Daniel, as he changed ? this time in the store managers office.
Daniel was a bit disappointed, as changing was now a five minute job;
Alex had turned up wearing his lingerie under his male clothes, so it was
just a case of shoes, trousers and shirt off, then blouse, skirt and
shoes on. This wasn't as good as last time, but the fleeting glimpse of
Alex in lingerie was still gratifying.
"Well, as you're dressed, you might as well use the ladies loos," he
suggested, "Although I may be able to come up with a more, erm,
convenient arrangement next week?"
"Could you?" smiled Alex, "That would be helpful, as I think I might be
doing this for quite a while."
Coincidentally they were both hoping for it to last as long as possible.
*****
Cromwell's was quite traditional ? and civilised, as the management
pointed out ? in that it did not start it's Sales until the first weekend
in January. As most other shops started the day after Christmas, it meant
the staff had a relatively quiet week for customers ? mainly being
returns or exchanges of Christmas presents ? whilst the manic shopping
happened elsewhere.
Alex had very few returns on items he had sold and suggested to partners,
although there were a few who wanted the correct size! It seemed that his
sales technique prior to Christmas had been vindicated, as in previous
years there had always been many returns along the lines of 'There is no
way I'm wearing that'!
They were also stock taking, and preparing for the sales, so the lack of
customers did not mean they weren't busy. Even so, Alex had a few long
natters with Vicky and Debbie, comparing notes about their Christmas.
Debbie had given her husband a blow job, which they'd both really
enjoyed, and it had livened up Christmas and their physical relationship
no end. "But why does it have to taste so salty?!" she asked Vicky.
"It just does, but everyone is different." Vicky looked slightly guilty,
then added, "Don't look at me like that. Just ask Gayle!"
"Meow!"
Alex also had a private chat, in the stockroom alone with Vicky.
"There's someone I know, that I want to get to know better, but I'm not
sure how to do it," he started.
"You mean seduction?" Vicky giggled. "Hold it, is this 'someone' a man or
a woman? and how do you know them?"
Alex blushed, but went on, "It's a man, he's my cousin?"
"Way to go girl!" interrupted Vicky, "So what's he like?"
Alex described Clive, and when he mentioned Claire, Vicky interrupted to
confirm that she knew her. "Bit of a snob," she described her. Then he
told her the story of Boxing Day morning, and the feelings he'd had.
"Girl," said Vicky "You are gagging for it! But I suppose you need to do
this in girly mode?"
"Oh yes. Definitely. I couldn't do it otherwise."
She asked if Alex would see him again soon, and Alex explained about
New Years Eve. "But I'm not going to be dressed then."
"Oh sorry, I've no idea. But I'm sure you'll find a way to get his
attention, and after that, he's doomed. Once you get your lips on him he
won't stand a chance!" Then she added, "Just don't rush it, and don't
miss opportunities."
*****
Daniel invited Alex all the way into the security room. It was the first
time he'd been in properly. On one side there was a bank of six screens,
each showing images of the store. There was a bank of video recorders to
one side, and a desk controlling the set up. As he watched, the screens
changed images, changing points of view automatically. He could see a
view of lingerie, and remembered to the 'training session' he had had
there?
The rest of the room was steel lockable cabinets on two sides, which
Daniel told him contained security videos and other equipment, although,
importantly, some were empty. On one wall there was another door,
leading to a small toilet; this was so the duty security man did not have
to move too far from the surveillance equipment, and potentially miss
something.
"What do you think?" asked Daniel
"Sorry?" replied Alex, "What do you mean?"
"Well, how about changing in here? There's lockable storage for your
stuff," - he indicated the cabinets, - "and there's the loo, which has
got a mirror, so you can do your make-up, and clean it off. And it means
we don't have to play hunt the office twice a day!"
Alex considered it. He was fairly sure that Daniel was getting off on
seeing him get changed, but despite the fact that he found Daniel pretty
repugnant, he was actually quite proud of the effect he knew he could
have on men.
"OK. I'll move my gear in. This locker OK?" he indicated the one nearest
to loo door.
"Yeah, fine," said Daniel, relieved he hadn't suggested this too soon
"I've just got to move some stuff around, then you can have the key." The
cabinet currently contained some of Daniel's private collection of
pornography? including videos of Alex 'in action' in the store. Alex went
off to get his clothes out of both his lockers, and whilst he was out of
the room Daniel quickly moved the cardboard boxes out, and stuffed them
under his desk; he'd take them home tonight.
*****
Dad picked up Alex directly after work on New Year's Eve; Alex was
wearing his male uniform, with bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings
underneath? he'd known he was being picked up, but had been in a hurry
to change, so just did the usual. He'd packed some luggage with clothes
to change into the night before, and they were in the car boot.
They arrived at Aunt Rebecca's at about 6:30pm, to find that Claire was
away for the night ? invited to a party with some university friends, so
Alex could use her room and bed. "Much nicer than that old camp bed in
Clive's room." His Aunt pointed out.
Initially Alex was disappointed, as he wouldn't be in with Clive, but he
couldn't say that. Anyway, when he was shown the room, he could hardly
complain; Claire had tidied up, but the room was small, and there was
clothing everywhere. Alex was suddenly aware that Claire was a similar
size to himself.
His aunt left the room, to allow Alex to change out of his uniform,
saying dinner would be in half an hour. If he was fast, he could try some
on? He quickly took off his shoes, socks, trousers and shirt, and pulled
his hair free, then balled up his socks and stuffed them into his bra? it
would do. For ten minutes he tried on tops and blouses, jumpers and
skirts, forcing his stockinged feet into various tight pairs of shoes, to
admire himself in the full length mirror.
Checking his watch, he put everything back, and changed into his own male
clothes. He still had a few minutes before dinner was called, so he
decided to have a look through the wardrobes. There were some nice
clothes, and Alex had spent enough time in ladieswear to recognise
cocktail dresses and a ballgown. There was also, wrapped in plastic at
the end of the wardrobe, a bridesmaids dress, gorgeously impractical in
pale pink satin and lace. He checked around on the floor of the wardrobe,
and there was a box with a pair of matching pink court shoes with 5" high
stiletto heels.
Maybe later, he hoped.
*****
Dinner was quiet, Alex with only his dad, aunt and uncle. Clive was out
at friends, but should be back later to join them at the party in time to
see in the New Year. They were due at the neighbours at nine o'clock.
After dinner, Alex noticed a photograph on the sideboard ? it must have
been cleared away at Christmas. It had been taken at a wedding, as it
featured Clive, wearing a suit in the middle, flanked by two bridesmaids.
One was Claire, the other he did not recognise; they were both wearing
matching dresses ? the dress that Alex had seen upstairs. Interestingly,
although he could see Clive's hand on Claire's shoulder, he was holding
the other girl closer, by the waist.
Alex didn't really want to go out to a party with lots of adults, and
after a quick discussion, the adults decided to go alone, after letting
him know he could come along later if he wanted. "It's OK Andrew," said
Aunt Rebecca to Alex's dad, "He's got sixteen-itis, where it is
terminally un-cool to be seen out with your parents, or even any grown-
ups!"
*****
He watched them walk down the road, and into another house, from the
bedroom window. Then he closed the curtains, stripped, and pulled out his
lingerie. Dressed once more in bra, panties, suspenders and stockings, he
approached the wardrobe, and started to work his way along it, searching
out appropriate shoes as he went along.
The cocktail dresses were slinky and sexy, whilst the ball gown was
wonderfully sophisticated, reaching the floor ? he had to be careful not
to catch his heels in the hem. Eventually, after about two hours, he
reached the bridesmaids dress.
Before he tried it on, he carefully searched Claire's underwear drawer,
and eventually found a white pair of lace top stockings, which he
gingerly put on, being desperately careful not to snag them. Then he took
the cover off of the dress, and the dress off of the hanger and laid it
on the bed. He undid the fixings, all the way down the back, and wondered
how he was going to do it up. Oh well, he'd give it a go whatever.
He put the shoes on the floor next to the bed, then bending over, he
dived into the skirt, lifting the dress up over his head, so that it
slipped down into place, then lifting the hem, placed his toes into the
ridiculously high 5 inch heeled shoes, and pushed his feet in ? he'd
expected them to be very tight, like the other shoes, but these actually
fit quite well.
He was in a world of his own, so when he reached around behind his back
to attempt to do up the buttons, a voice made him almost jump out of his
skin, and he would have fallen off of those heels if he hadn't been
grabbed by a hand either side of his waist.
"I'll do that, because my sister will kill you if you damage that dress."
Alex didn't turn ? he knew it was Clive, and he seemed to be accepting
the situation! He felt fingers and hands pulling and buttoning; the
bodice was a tight fit, but eventually it was done up. Alex checked his
appearance, then slowly turned around.
"So," asked Alex, looking straight into Clive's eyes, "How do I look?"
"My immediate reaction would be to say you look ridiculous!" replied
Clive, "But actually you don't. In fact you look great, and if you had
make-up on, and did something with your hair, you'd look incredible!" He
looked slightly ashamed.
Alex smiled at him. "Thank you," he said, then, "Can you step out of the
way, so I can see in the mirror?"
"What? Oh yeah, sure." Clive stood aside.
Alex twisted and turned, smoothing his hands over the material. "This
feels incredible," he said. Clive seemed to be mesmerised, but nodded.
Alex remembered the photograph, and asked, "Who was she, the girl in the
photograph, the other bridesmaid?"
Clive looked more closely at Alex, his gaze clearing. "Oh, that was
Kerry, the bride's step-sister. And before you ask, the bride was a
cousin on my dad's side of the family, and one of Claire's best friends ?
or she was, I think they've fallen out recently, but I'm not sure about
these things." He had put his hand out, and was absentmindedly stroking
the material over Alex's hip. "The shoes are something else aren't they?"
Alex agreed, pulling up the hem at the front, to look at them. The height
of the heel meant he was almost standing on tip-toes, and to stay upright
he was forced to have his bum pushed out in an exaggerated manner. It
felt incredibly sexy.
"Oh yes," repeated Clive, "They really turn me on. Try walking in them?"
Alex smiled again, then began to totter around the room. The length and
shape of the skirt, combined with the height of the heels reduced him to
taking ridiculously short steps. He could feel his hips undulating, and
was very aware of the suspenders against his thighs, and the pull of his
stockings. Clive laughed softly.
"Yes. The girls and the bride had the same trouble on the day. I think
most of the men had a hard on just watching the bridal procession walking
down the aisle! I know I do, er did!" he quickly recovered. Alex looked
at Clive's groin. There was an interesting bulge there, and he remembered
the view of the week before.
"So," questioned Alex, "How did you get through the service?"
"It wasn't easy, but Kerry took pity on me afterwards. I'd leant her my
jacket between photographs, as it was cold outside, and she noticed. So
after the photos, we all went to the hotel for the reception. Kerry took
me up to the room where the girls could change after the reception, and,
er, dealt with it."
"What did she do?" asked Alex, now on tenterhooks. Clive was obviously
remembering, and getting harder by the minute. His jeans, already a good
fit, were now at full stretch. He sat down on the bed, and Alex sat down
next to him. "Go on," he prompted, lightly placing his hand on Clive's
thigh.
"Well, she sat me down on the bed," he looked around, "Like this. Then
she undid my trousers, and pulled my cock out, and started to wank me
off."
"You mean," whispered Alex, "Like this". He slid his hand up to the
waistband of the trousers, and undid the button, then slowly unzipped the
fly. Reaching inside, he slipped his hand inside Clive's underpants, and
gently took hold of the stiff rod. Clive shifted, allowing his trousers
to fall down, and expose his length; Alex began to stroke the shaft.
"So did you cum in her hand, and make a mess."
Clive shook his head. "Oh no! She said I couldn't make her dress all
sticky, so she sucked me off, and swallowed the lot!"
"Ahhh," sighed Alex. He pulled up the skirt to uncover his stocking clad
knees, and knelt down in front of his cousin.
Clive suddenly seemed to wake up. He sat bolt upright, then stood up,
grasping both his jeans and his rampant member, and dashed out of the
room, and into the bathroom.
Alex quietly muttered, "Damn!"
*****
Alex gave him half an hour, then went and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Are you OK in there?" he asked, "Only I can't get out of this dress on
my own. I need you to undo the back."
The door unlocked, and Clive came out. He looked a bit flushed, but
seemed to be in control of himself. Alex walked back into Claire's room,
and Clive followed. Once into the room, Alex turned to face his cousin.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," said Alex, reaching out to take Clive's
hands in his own. Clive didn't resist, so she placed the hands onto his
own waist ? it felt good.
"I wasn't scared of you," replied Clive, "Surprised yes, but not scared.
I was more worried about me, I was enjoying it."
"So?"
"And I was afraid of where it all might end up."
"You mean?," said Alex, cheekily, "All over your sisters dress?"
"Well, not exactly, but that is a consideration, but I just remembered
that you're my cousin. You were the little boy who used to follow me
around, and I had to look after. And I shouldn't have been doing what I
think was about to happen."
"Fair enough, but I'm not a 'little' boy anymore, and you don't have to
look after me either! Anyway, why shouldn't you do it? ? after all, I
started it."
"But," he looked straight at Alex, "Would you really have sucked me off?"
"I wanted to ? ever since I saw what you had last week," he blushed
slightly.
"Ah. I thought you saw me, but I wasn't sure."
"So," he persisted, "What was the problem?"
"Well, it didn't feel right. I mean, you're a man and so am I, and?,"
Clive petered out.
"What has that got to do with it? I'm sure my mouth is just the same as
Kerry's, and I'd probably be just as good!" Alex was trying to sound
reasonable, but remembered, 'don't push it'. "Just think about it, eh?"
Clive nodded. All this time he'd been holding Alex's hips, and he
squeezed them in acknowledgement, "OK."
"Now, I still need to get out of this dress. Just hold me up while I get
these shoes off will you?" Alex turned around within the circle of
Clive's hands, and leant forward, whilst lifting the hem and one foot ?
this pushed his bum out further, to rest against his cousins groin. He
wobbled, standing on one foot, and Clive's grip strengthened, and he
pulled Alex closer. Alex took off one shoe, then changing feet, took off
the other. He could feel a hard ridge against his buttocks, even through
multiple layers of clothes.
"OK. Now the dress," Alex stepped forward, and felt hands leave his hips,
and starting on the buttons. Undone, Alex let the dress slip down,
revealing his underwear ? white satin and lace. Keeping his back to
Clive, he put the dress back on the hanger, did up the back, and slipped
it into its cover. Then he looked behind him, "Do you mind? I want to get
changed." And I don't want you to see me naked, and spoil the illusion,
he thought.
It was a quarter to midnight when Alex ? now in male attire ? with Clive,
walked down the road to join the party. They said nothing further about
the 'incident', but Alex thought his cousin was giving it a lot of
thought.
(To be Continued ? Soon)
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