The CircleChapter 26 Invitation to Join Helping Another Circle
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"All I said was: 'Mum you are a Boiler!' Then she went off her head and
kicked me out. What sort of mother is that?"
My Aunty Daphne just stood there laughed. She thought it was a great
joke. She knew Mum was going through hard time Dad was never easy. Dad
always said of Mum: "Boiler', Not Tasty, Wont Nest!"
I did not know Aunt Daphne that well, she was perhaps thirty-four, two
years younger than Mum. She never married, perhaps she was even Gay, but
already I felt I could talk with her better than I could with Mum -
although she was exactly double my age.
"You can do your 'On-Line Programming course' out here, you are in the
Sticks, good to be away from City Rat Baggery."
She took me down the passage way to my room. 'Bit Fem' I thought, big
double bed pink and frilly, wardrobe filled with dressers! Yuk, but it
looked warm and comfortable.
She suggested I get into my running gear, proposing that we do some
exercises out back in her gym.
I did that, joined her, doing what she did, but had trouble keeping up!
Thirty press-ups, chin ups on the bar, Pressing metal, Snatches....
She was a big strong women, her arm muscles were strong and her boobs
outstanding. She caught me looking and laughed.
"You are just like all young footballers, can't keep your eyes off Tits.
Have a good look, if you like them, maybe I will get some!" then she
laughed.
We sat there, I blushed and I puffed, and she asked again:
"Hey you blushed past me, you like tits, got your hands on any lately,
young fella?"
"Yea, last night, got my hands on them and then 'like a rat up a
drainpipe', and when I came home, that's when I called Mum a Boiler!"
"Tits make it happen! Score when you can, you are only young once it's
free when you are young and they all freeze up when you get older.
Chance for fun - Take it!" She laughed again!
She was being smart, I thought, I thought I would challenge here. "Yea
it's free, I' claiming it, but while Tits are good, The Jolly Roger is
the main instrument it is 'on song', the music is sweet."
"Blessed be you, my young Stud, Let's try and get it 'on song'."
"Now, in the car, I have to drop some curtains out to your grandma's
place."
In we went, my grandmother gave me a frozen kiss, I did not know her
that well, my father thought them loopy and kept Mum's family at bay. He
blamed them because mum 'underperformed', but then he was a butt patter!
Grandma looked me up and down. "There is a lot of your mother in you,
but too much of the hairy father - be a good girl Daphne, get the
depilatory on him, we don't need Orangatangs in our town."
With a wink, Daphne applied the cream to my arms and legs, then towelled
away my hair, and then did the same with my chest and back and face.
"Yes get that Bum Fluff off so he looks more like his mother, and acts
less like his father."
"He spent his life rooting and foraging leaving debris everywhere he
went.
"You need to rid that rubbish Boy! I hear you are into despoliation and
deflowering!" She was really getting stirred up!
"You have brought this on yourself and while you are with us,
exploitative behaviour has got to stop!"
"You will follow direction, or, 'There Is The Door', you can hit the
road, go and find your father, Bugger You!"
"Get it Daphne"
With an anguished look on her face, unnerved by Grandma's rage, Daphne
left the room and came back with a large cardboard box.
"Put this on Stephen!, she barked at me. Dutifully, I took the shirt, or
was it a blouse and put it on..
I was a bit shaken, now this Stephen, I was handed a skirt, which went
over my head and was fastened around my waist.
Grandma's eyes were on fire. I was dealing with extreme anger; I stood
there blinkered and obeyed.
"Daphne! Women have Tits, give Stephanie tits." A flustered Daphne, took
my blouse off, fitted a Bra, and then put the blouse back on.
"That is how you will dress while you are with us Stephanie, and if you
don't like it, get your jeans on and Hit the Road. We won't tolerate
your father's genes."
"What is it to be? Are you staying?"
I nodded.
"Now come with me Stephanie," Grandma took me to the front of the house,
where she operated her Beauty Saloon, and put in an hour on my hair and
face..
At one point, she stepped back "Come on Stephanie, let it fly, give me
one of your dirty mouthfuls, then I will smack yhou down, hoist you out
that door, and ring the police. They know about you. Just try me, come
on, we know about your bully 'Boiler Maker' mouth."
I was pleased to get back to the car and away.
"I am sorry Stephanie I am not happy with all of this. It is something
your mother and Grandmother have hatched up. I am the meat in the
sandwich."
"Your mother will be up in a few days, talk to her, don't triffle
Grandma - there absolutely is nothing she won't do - believe me!"
"I will take your mother aside and talk to her."
I was fuming. I was so embarrassed. My dick was as hard as hard can be,
and this confused me even more. Humiliated and aroused, what was I?
"God, Aunty, if my friends saw me now, they would never let up. My life
would be at an end."
"Just rock along Stephanie, it will only be a few days. When you look
back on it, it might give you an understanding. Maybe you might enjoy
having your own breasts, and come to understand women better" she
laughed. That is Mum's theory - I know it is. For the same of peace,
give it a try"
I said nothing. How could I answer such a question, the way I was
feeling? I just wanted to get back to her place and I wanted to change.
She read my mind. "Stephanie my dear. I have to keep living in this
place. I am not going to be a martyr. I am afraid I will have to be
consistent with your Mum and Grandma. I cannot let you stay with me if
you don't conform. If you change, I will have to tell mother!
We got home. I got out of the car, looking around fearful that
neighbours would be seeing me - but there were no neighbours, both
Daphne and Grandma lived on the fringe, on acreage, away from the vulgar
gaze.
I walked up to the door. The Dog waged his tail at me, as if I was not a
freak.
"Oh Shit Daphne, Why the Hell, I only called her a 'Boiler'!"
"Would you like a little White Wine Stephanie?"
I was nothing of a drinker, but I nodded, enthusiastically, took it, put
it away and waited on the second.
I sat down, feeling a bit better
"Keep your legs together Stephanie! Wide open legs are an invitation:
'for a rat up a drainpipe'" with this she exploded in laughter, and I
joined her, nearly wetting myself.
Well come on Sweetie, I have guests for dinner tonight, I need your
help.
"Guests for Dinner, I can't appear in public!"
"Bullshit Stephanie, it is just my girl friend, my lover if you must
know - I am 'Gay' I suppose you knew," she said with relish. "What's the
big deal dressing before a couple of Gays and an old boyfriend of your
mother's?
"No there is a story you will want to hear, your mom and Fred were
inseparable when thirteen, and you needed a crowbar to separate them.
Your Grandmother got to them, a tragic story!"
"But now, my girl, we will put the pork roast on and we will go and get
ready - if you are not too drunk"
My next assignment was to shower without getting my face or hair wet.
She then applied this ointment to my chest describing it as a
compensation for no longer being an Orangatang.
Daphne opened the wardrobe and pulled out an exquisite bra and underwear
set for me to put on. She then invited me to select an Evening Gown.
"Everything in this wardrobe is your Stephanie, it will all fit you. I
was stunned as she opened drawers showing underwear and displayed the
various dresses."
"They all fit me?"
"Yes Stephanie, when your mother told me her plan, I made alterations
and they are all snap fit, your size. They belong to you. They are your
clothes!"
I put on my gown and with a little help put on the make-up as Grandma
had demonstrated, and while I was alternating between Ogle and disgust
at my image in the mirror, Daphne returned.
She wore slacks and waist coat, "three parts masculine" I comments.
But she just laughed and flipped my breasts - "Wow, Wait till I get my
paws on them" she laughed.
She was right, the gown I wore accentuated my bust.
"Oh, while you are here Stephanie, take these pills and drink this
stuff, they will help you fill that bra of yours."
Our Dinner guest arrived, there was Fay dressed in a long evening gown
and then there was Fred, a tall well built guy, Thirty-five something,
greying slightly, well dressed, spoke posh.
I thought what a thrill this is going to be, best I don't drink too
much, I'm a 'two pot screamer'!
But to my surprise, Fay was delightful, enjoying that I was dressed and
helping me to surf the embarrassment towards fun.
She kept looking down my dress, as if I had the most gorgeous tits that
ever grew. She gave me more of those Pills
"Bring them on," I said quaffing down the pills.
Fred seemed stand-offish at first. Something was bugging him, and I kept
catching him staring at me, his face adorned with a sort of wonderment.
Something was playing out here, and I could not figure it!
At one point I thought Fred was going to start crying.
Daphne, was completely in sync, walking with Fred every emotional step,
and he put his arm around me and said "She reminds me so much of her and
those treasured times we shared, I can hardly stand facing the memory!"
Daphne looked me with tears in the eye, "Stephanie, Fred and your mother
shared an 'exquisitely exhilarating rapport', then grandmother
intervened and neither was ever the same- until perhaps now! Your mother
wanted you to meet Fred."
'Oh my god', I thought, 'this is too hot for me.'
So I put my hand on his, held it, gave it a squeeze, it seemed the right
thing to do, so I just kept holding his hand.
After the meal, when Port was served, we sat by the crackling fire, Fay
was leaning against Daphne, and 'shit' it seemed appropriate so I in
turned leant against Fred with his hand around me - on my phoney tits.
Poignant was the word, the intimacy was electric, the warm fire, the
radiating Port.
Daphne stood up, "This is just so wonderful, I need to go and just lie
with Fay awhile. - the piquancy of this night will live forever. Please
stay Fred. Please!"
Daphne and Fay moved out quietly and I sat, enjoying the fire, leaning
against Fred's shoulder, feeling nice all over.
"We were so close, your Grandmother acted, I was violated badly, could
not look at your mother again. Something happened to your mother too,
she cleared out first chance."
He was close to weeping, so I held his hand tightly, then turned and
kissed him on the cheek.
"Then you come along, even more beautiful than your mother, and a
Special Girl too! I can't believe it."
"Oh Oh, I thought, my stomach pitted out. Fred is not reading me right.
But then he kissed me on the cheek. I felt the tenderness, so I turned
and kissed him lightly on his lips. With that my body flushed all over,
I was bifurcated, and acquiesced to track no two, 'what the heck' and I
did not want the moment to end.
"Stephanie, I just love gardening. Will you come over and work in my
garden with me tomorrow?"
"What a funny invitation for me to make," he mused.
"I love doing cuttings and graftings. Do you enjoy that Fred!"
"Stephanie, I can't believe it. That is exactly my passion!"
"Fred, maybe we too should also go off and lie together." Funny
invitation to come from my mouth, but that is what I said.
He helped him up, and took him by the hand as we walked slowly down to
my room.
The bed lamps were on; a nightie was set on one side of the bed, and
pyjamas on the other. It looked so warm. He looked at me and smiled.
He helped me unzip my gown, and I went to the bathroom to change. He was
already in bed and the lights were off when I returned.
I climbed in and reclaimed the 'snuggle' position and relished the
peace.
His hand found my breast, my nipple and he made me feel wonderful.
I kissed him on the mouth. He was so delicate, so worshiping, like he
had been poised for twenty years waiting this moment, his gush of
breathe was an antiphon of joy.
The kiss lingered forever and it was so sweet as he took my nightie off.
I felt his dick against mine, he was so strong, and it was so right, for
my mother's daughter to be there!
His tongue found its way into my mouth and his finger pressed lubricant
into my bottom.
I tried to relax, his tongue was not overly intrusive, and neither was
his finger. It was only claiming me and I thought it right and proper
that I be available.
He delicately spun me around and lifting my knees up to my chest as he
began to press his dick, his person in to me, claiming his right of
entry. I pursed my sphincter, 'come on in to me, come in deep' I was
thinking.
It hurt, hurt, hurt and then it became nice. He was gentle and he wanted
to put himself, leave his stuff deeply inside me - and I was pleased to
receive his gift. It gushed in and spurted out, so we slept stuck
together, our precious fluids intermingled and 'clagging' us one to the
other.
While he slept, the slelep of a deeply satisfied man, I showered, found
a white bra and panty set, selected the bright green all things go
dress, put on my make up and tip toed out, took my Pills and helped
Daphne to prepare breakfast for the ravenous.
All was right in the Heavens.
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