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Get Used to It!
by Diana Prescott
Chapter 5
After our little talk things changed around the house, well sometimes
they changed. When it was just Aunt Sharon and I she became kinder and
more patient with me. However when the boys or Uncle Mark were around she
continued as much more a taskmaster. I grew to like her soft side and
relished our together time. I had no reservations that should I act up
she would instantly take me over her knee and paddle my pantied bottom
beet red so I made sure sure I gave no reason to do it. My girly training
as she called was quickly expanded and I was learning to bake and sew as
well as the lessons in deportment and how a girl talks.
I was sad that first day as I watched my cousins head off for their first
day of school as not only was I good student but I also liked school.
They were far from happy but they knew they had to go. To cheer me up
Aunt Sharon took me shopping and in addition to some fall clothes she
bought me 2 pairs of dress slacks. She did lay down the rule I could only
wear my jeans once a week and one day a week for each of my new slacks,
the other days it was a skirt or dress. I was no longer was required to
wear heels ay least 4 days a week but she made it clear Sundays were
different. Sunday meant church and that demanded a dress and heels she
told me. In many ways Aunt Sharon was old fashioned and that meant the
term, "Sunday Best" meant something. She would even point out women
wearing slacks to church telling me I had better never do that.
As the days turned into weeks I began to realize just how much I had
fallen into a routine. Obviously Sundays I dressed up and had even begun
to enjoy the looks from the boys in church. I was confused by that but
Aunt Sharon reassured me it was quite natural. Mondays I always wore a
skirt as it meant I could wear flats giving my legs and feet a break from
heels. Fridays was my jeans, I even had a pair of pink and white Nikes to
wear with them and socks. I had originally planned on wearing them on
Saturdays but Ryan had made the Varsity football team so we went to the
games every Friday night and the jeans seemed to fit in better. My God
Diana! You are become so girly wanting to fit in!
So many other things were changing as well. Fr. Daniels had gotten the
information to Aunt Sharon on the class for converts and I went every
Monday evening. Aunt Sharon had gotten me a pink Trapper Keeper and had
taught me to carry it against my chest like a girl. The class was all
adults except for me but they at least treated me nice. As I was under 18
I had to have Godparents for my Baptism and it was decided those were
going to be Uncle Mark's cousin and his wife. I had to ask them myself
and it was a little embarrassing but I got through it.
The other thing that changed is now every Monday morning I had to wait to
change out of my nightgown until after the boys left for school. I really
hated how they teased me about being such a sissy in my lacy nightgowns.
It all started when she caught me fussing with my bra and asked me what
was wrong. I tried to tell her nothing but she pushed me and I told her
my chest tingled at times and it itched. From that time on every Monday
after everyone else left it was up to my bedroom and I had to stand there
naked and she measured my body and wrote them down in a little notebook.
Like the first time she measured me way back when I was embarrassed but
after a couple of times I just stood there as she wrapped the tape around
me. I also noticed she even measured my penis which was embarrassing. I
had never been very big, actually I was quite small but it seems like it
has shrunk since being here.
Today was Saturday and we were going out to dinner to celebrate my 16th
birthday which had really been on Thursday. I had worn my denim skirt and
a lightweight sweater today but Aunt Sharon made me change into one of my
dresses I wore to church. I was surprised to see Uncle Mark in a sport
coat and tie and the boys dressed the same. Aunt Sharon told me a girl's
16th birthday was a special one.
The dinner was great, we went to a very nice seafood restaurant. My only
complaint was I had to sit between my cousins in the back of Aunt
Sharon's minivan. On the way there and back the would brush against my
legs and teasing me. Once I think Ryan tried to get his hand up under my
dress. Thankfully I felt it quickly and pushed his had away and just
stared at him.
He grinned and whispered, "Get used to it sissy."
Once back home I got my birthday presents and birthday cake. I also had
to endure the traditional birthday spanking with each of them getting 4
swats. At least this time I was standing and my dress down. I would have
died of embarrassment if my dress had been hiked up! The boys had gotten
me some cute earrings. They were sterling silver and shaped like a love
knot. Aunt Sharon and Uncle Mark gave me a beautiful ivory lace dress. It
was exquisite and very grown up. Aunt Sharon every girl needed a good
dress and it would be perfect for my baptism. I had to model it for
everyone and I felt so grown ad I came down the steps. The way the skirt
flared from the waist gave me the appearance of hips. It fit like a glove
and I gave both Uncle Mark and Aunt Sharon a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I did get teased by Ryan and Jerry my slip showed when I reached up like
that. Aunt Sharon said she knew how to take care of that.
My baptism was nice. Aunt Sharon had gotten me some new undies to wear
under my dress including a full slip and even a pair of Hanes Ultra Sheer
pantyhose as a girl needed to feel and look special on special days. She
told me the full slip because of the straps over my shoulders would ride
up if I raised my arms so it wouldn't show like a half slip would. The
other thing that changed was she had gotten me silicone breast enhancers
to wear in the ivory lace bra rather than a padded bra. I was surprised
how much they made me look like I had breasts. It took some getting used
to the fact they moved and swayed as I walked. I mentioned it to Aunt
Sharon and she just laughed.
"Get used to it sissy," she laughed.
While I was undergoing changes so was my cousin Ryan. He was now a real
football player and becoming cocky about it. He had gotten his driver's
license and had started dating. His regular girl was Jenny, a cute blonde
who he would bring around. She seemed nice or at least she was to me.
While she was always hanging close to Ryan she was about as close to a
girlfriend my age I had.
It was October now and the homecoming game was next week and of course
the homecoming dance. Ryan was going with Jenny and to be honest I was a
bit jealous. No I didn't want to go on a date with my cousin but I would
have loved to go. Jenny had been here earlier and talked about the dress
she had gotten. I listened intently as she described and thought my ivory
lace dress would be perfect. Why if I am a boy am I dreaming of going out
with a boy, having him pin a corsage on me, dancing with him, even
wondering would he try to kiss me when he brought me home?
It was a Friday night and I was home with Uncle Mark and Aunt Sharon
after the game. I really didn't understand football but like a good
cousin I went and cheered for the team. Ryan was out with Jenny and Jerry
was spending the weekend with his buddy. I was sitting in the family room
reading an article on how to handle bad hair days and some different ways
to wear your hair, wondering if my now just past my shoulder hair was
long enough to try some of them. Uncle Mark and Aunt Sharon were in the
kitchen talking. I couldn't hear everything they were saying but I was
catching some of it.
"For Christ sakes Sharon, they're 16 and you know they are thinking with
their hormones," Uncle Mark said.
"I know, it hasn't been that long since I was that young but they can
show some restraint," she replied.
"Yea like that is going to fucking happen," he sneered back. "It's
Homecoming and they will be excited and one things leads to another and
the next thing you know you are going to be a grandmother."
"Give Ryan some credit," she snapped back. "He can show some restraint! I
think we raised him better than that and I am sure Jenny's parents her as
well."
"Ryan is a healthy 16 year old boy and you know what they use to think
with," he laughed. "He is going to try to get to second base and the next
thing you know they'll be in the back seat going at it."
"I hope not, I hope I taught him more respect for women than that.
Jesus Sharon! You see how he looks at Diana and he knows there ain't a
pussy under her skirt! Just imagine how he will act when he knows there
he knows there is one under Jenny's."
"I know Mark but can we do?"
"The only thing we can do is make sure he gets taken care," Uncle Mark
said. "We have the means to see to that so I say we do it. After all she
needs to learn sometime."
"I know but she is only 16," Aunt Sharon said.
"And just how old were you the first time you wrapped your hand around a
woody? 16?"
"I was almost 17." Aunt Sharon said almost apologetically.
"So what's a few months?" Uncle Mark laughed. "It is an opportunity to
kill 2 birds with one stone. I say we teach her and let her handle things
so we don't up grandparents before we are ready to be."
"I suppose you're right Mark. I just wish there was a better way."
"There isn't and tomorrow is perfect with Jerry at David's all weekend
and Ryan having that football camp tomorrow. I will take him in the
morning and when I get back we can teach Diana."
"Isn't there another way?" Aunt Sharon asked.
"Well we could let her fumble and learn on her own but I think she will
appreciate being shown the proper way," Uncle Mark said. "Besides
learning from you she will be learning from the best."
"I do admit all of this talking is making me hot. Let's go upstairs,"
Aunt Sharon said.
"I thought you would never ask," Uncle Mark cooed.
Aunt Sharon and Uncle Mark headed upstairs but not before saying good
night to me. I sensed a silly smile on Uncle Mark's face as he did but
just fluffed it off as he was going to have sex tonight. Aunt Sharon told
me it was getting late and not to stay up too late as I had a big day
ahead of me tomorrow. I finished up the article I was reading and went up
stairs to go to bed. I glanced down the hall and saw to Uncle Mark and
Aunt Sharon's bedroom closed and I could her moaning from behind it. It
sounds like she was in pain, why does she let him do that to her I
thought as I changed and got into bed. As I laid there I thought about
what Aunt Sharon meant by I had a big day tomorrow.. I wonder if it had
anything to do with what I overheard them talking about earlier.
It was cold and damp that Saturday morning but I had already worn my
jeans and slacks this week so I put on my black tights under my short
black full skirt with the red turtleneck sweater. Aunt Sharon told me how
cute I looked as she came into the kitchen as I was making breakfast.
Uncle Mark and Ryan left as soon as they got done eating and I was done
with cleaning up the kitchen when he got back. He headed upstairs but not
before giving Aunt Sharon a kiss and telling her he was going to get
ready. Aunt Sharon told me to get a cup of coffee and sit down with her
at the table.
"Diana I know we have talked about the differences between men and women
and the facts of life, you remember everything I have told you?"
Yes Aunt Sharon."
"No questions about anything?"
"No ma-am, I have studied the books you gave me"
"Very good Diana," she smiled. "As you know there are things men and
women do together to satisfy each other besides intercourse. Well many
times young men and young lady experiment with those as their hormones
take over when the are teenagers. Everyone does but the problem is
sometimes they go too far and end up in trouble, do you understand?"
"Yes sometimes innocent petting ends up in them going too far and the
girl gets pregnant," I blushed.
"That's right Diana but no need to be embarrassed," she said as she
placed her hands on mine. "It is natural. The problem is their bodies
mature far faster than their minds."
"I understand but why are you telling me this?"
"For two reasons Diana. First to let you know there is no shame in
pleasuring yourself to alleviate those frustrations before going on a
date to minimize the possibilities of that happening."
"But I don't date Aunt Sharon."
"I know you don't but someday you will," she smiled. "The problem is Ryan
is dating. He and Jenny have been going out for a while now and we are
worried they might start doing things."
"I suppose that is a problem but why are you telling me?"
"Remember what I said about relieving the frustration before going on a
date?" she asked. I nodded so she went on. "Well maybe if Ryan's
frustrations are relieved before he goes out with Jenny and you are going
to help him with that."
"I can't do that he's my cousin!"
"Would you expect me to do it? I'm his mother!"
"Well, ah, I ah ..."
"You will be taking of Ryan's physical needs so get used to it sissy!"
she barked.
"Now come with me and maybe at least I can make sure you are not all
thumbs."
"Yes ma-am."
I followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Sitting on the bed was
Uncle Mark in his bathrobe. Something told me he was naked under it as he
had removed his shoes and socks as well. She walked over and smiled at
him before giving him a kiss. Uncle Mark stood up and Aunt Sharon pulled
the tie on his bathrobe and my fears were confirmed, he was naked as the
day he was born. His penis hung flaccid but it was large.
"Do you know what this is Diana?" Aunt Sharon asked as she pointed.
"That is his penis," I said still in shock.
That is right Diana," she smiled as she ran up and down his member and it
looked as it was starting to swell. "You may also hear it referred to as
a dick, cock, manhood, Mr. Happy, or as Mark likes to call his Mr. Big."
"Yes ma-am."
"Now do you know anything masturbation? Did you do it before?"
"No ma-ma," I gulped. "Well I did try once but nothing happened."
"That is not surprising." she laughed. "With as it small it was I am
surprised you could even get your hand around, you probably had to use
two fingers!"
Even Uncle Mark laughed at the one as I stood there wishing the floor
would open up and swallow me. I tried to look down at my feet but Aunt
Sharon ordered me to keep my eyes on Uncle Mark's swelling member. I felt
so dirty and ashamed and confused. Here I stood not only staring at my
uncle's cock but something in the back of my mind told me I should be the
one touching it not Aunt Sharon. I wouldn't have to wait long. Aunt
Sharon gave him another kiss and his manhood a squeeze before she stepped
away. As she moved he sat down on the edge of the bed. He motioned for me
to sit next to him. I glanced at Aunt Sharon and the look on her told me
to sit.
"That's a good girl Diana," Aunt Sharon smiled. "Now you are going to
learn the art of reliving a man's sexual tension with your hand,
something men refer to as a hand job. Do you understand?"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I said meekly as I continued to look at Uncle Mark's
dick.
"Good girl, now touch it," she said almost clinically. "Get used to the
feel of it."
At first I just lightly touched it but I knew I was supposed to do more
so I slid my hand down it. It was soft, almost velvety to the touch. I
was surprised and I looked up at Aunt Sharon.
:That's it Diana. Feel how he reacts, feel how he gets harder to your
touch," she smiled. "Now wrap your had around it and slowly pump it up
and down, making sure to slide all the way to the head."
I did as told and could feel the droplet of what I later learned was pre
cum. it almost lubricated my hand making my pumping easier. I looked up
from the cock in my hand at Uncle Mark and he was smiling before I looked
over at Aunt Sharon.
"You are doing fine. Give me your hand," she said. As I held my hand out
she took a small vial and put a couple of drops in my palm. "That's baby
oil and will make your hand feel more like a lubricated vagina. Let it
warm for a few seconds and then go back to what you were doing."
I took hold of his now very hard shaft and start to pump again. I could
hear Uncle Mark moan and Aunt Sharon told me to give him a light squeeze
and slow down so he didn't cum too fast. Men like to be teased like that
she told me. I did as told and slowed down. Uncle Mark seemed to be
enjoying this by the smile on his face and Aunt Sharon's smile told me I
must have been doing good. So why did I feel so used and dirty?
Over the next few minutes I varied my pace and gave him yet another light
squeeze at Aunt Sharon's urging to slow him down. Finally Uncle Mark
started to get even harder and I felt a twitch in his cock. He moaned to
let let him cum so I picked up my pace. It took maybe 30 seconds and the
first squirt flew landing on his stomach and my skirt. My reaction was to
pull away but I was scared so I kept pumping. Another shot landed more on
my sweater and some on my skirt. There were 4 squirts in all and it was
all over Uncle Mark's legs and stomach and me. Finally he took hole of my
hand and pulled it away.
"She is going to do fine Sharon," he said as he stood up and gave her a
loss on the cheek before turning to me. "You're a fucking natural Diana,
Ryan is going to be a lucky boy."
He left and went into the bathroom obviously to wash up. I looked down
and there was cum all over my skirt and sweater. I stood up, my head
hanging low.
"You did fine Diana," Aunt Sharon said. "Now go rinse out your skirt and
sweater so they don't stain."
"Yes ma-am," I said.
I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I saw the tears on my
cheeks and felt so ashamed of what I had just done. I took off my skirt
and sweater and rinsed them out. I saw there was also some on my tights
so I rinsed them out. I was hanging my clothes over the shower rod when
Aunt Sharon came in.
"Why the tears Diana?"
"I feel so used and dirty, I cries as I stood there in my slip and bra.
"Every woman has given more than her share of hand jobs. men love them
and it saves having to give a blow job or worse for a young girl," she
said, "Get used to it sissy."
"Yes ma-am," I said staring at the floor.
"Don't be ashamed Diana it is all part of being a girl and that is what
you are so no more tears and give me a smile."
"Yes ma-am," I said as I looked up at her.
"Good, now go and get some clean clothes on."
"Yes Aunt Sharon."
I went into my bedroom and put my navy skirt and pale blue blouse on. I
checked my slip and at least it hadn't soaked through my skirt, I pulled
on a pair of pantyhose and was checking myself in the mirror when Aunt
Sharon came in.
"You did fine for your first time Diana," Aunt Sharon said as she sat
down next to me. "One thing though, didn't you notice the box of tissues
next to you in the bed?"
"I saw them, why?"
"Well I want you to think about this for a minute Diana. What if that had
been your boyfriend and you did that in the car? Do you think he wants to
go home with pecker tracks all over his clothes? Do you?"
"Of course not." I said. "That would be so embarrassing."
"Exactly," she smiled. "You should have grabbed a few tissues and caught
his load in that. Why do you think I told you to always keep tissues in
your purse?"
"I guess I never thought about that."
"Well now you know," she laughed. "In no time you will be able to sense
when a man is ready to cum and you will not spill a drop."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "How will I know?"
"You felt Uncle Mark twitch a little before he exploded didn't you?" she
asked. I nodded so she went on,, "All men do that and that is your sign.
Practice makes perfect."
"If you have been reading the books I gave you a few weeks ago you know
there are other ways of a man attaining climax," I nodded so she went on.
"Men like to masturbate or as they call it jack off. What you are going
to learn is in essence that but rather doing it to themselves you are
going to use your hand."
"Do I have to do this?" I said as I started to cry.
"Yes you do and stop the tears sissy! You are such a sissy I am shocked
your parents didn't see it earlier!" she barked. "There are tissues next
to you so dry your tears and listen and do as I tell you."
I'm sorry Aunt Sharon," I said as I dabbed the tears from my eyes. "I
just seem to cry so easy nowadays."
"16 year old girls are like that Diana, it's the hormones raging in
them,: she smiled. "Get used to it sissy."
"Yes ma-am."
The rest of the day I felt like every time Uncle Mark walked by me he had
a silly smile on his face. It reminded me of how demeaning to felt having
to masturbate him. If he acts like that what will Ryan be like? It's not
like he is that nice to me now. I can only imagine how he will act of he
knows I am going to satisfy his needs. It is not a pretty sight, better
get used to it.
Lianne
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