Kates Sex
- 3 years ago
- 23
- 0
Kates Begining Sunday free porn video
For once, it was Katie who woke up first. Despite Carolines bed being
smaller than Tricia's both of them had managed a good nights sleep, Tricia
more than Katie as she had still to wake up. She cuddled up close enjoying
the feeling of just being close to Tricia something she had previously
been denied. That morning snuggle in a bed with someone that loved you was
so comforting to her. She considered starting a nipple hunt but decided
that it wasn't her right to suckle when she decided but Tricia's decision
to invite her to, plus if she woke her up that may not go down well and
had to settle for a snuggle instead...and just hope she would be allowed
to when Tricia woke up. Fortunately or perhaps because of her wriggling,
Tricia was soon awake or awake sufficiently to be aware of Katie snuggling
and wriggling beside her. She knew that the wriggling was unlikely to stop
until she was satisfied so positioned her self suitably and eased Katie
onto her breast.
It seemed to her that the feelings that ran through her at these moments
were if anything, becoming more intense each time. She tried to reason
with herself as to why and came to the conclusion it was the relationship
between her and her little girl was becoming stronger. But then she
thought back to last night. When Katie had suckled her last night,
certainly in her own eyes, it was a teenaged girl at her breast. For some
reason Katie had suckled slightly differently as well, the sucking
continued but she was sure that Katie was using her tongue on her nipple
as well and the almost imperceptible almost nipping of her teeth as she
suckled. As she thought about her reaction and wondered if Katie was aware
of what she had been doing. The whole thing was rather disturbing but at
least this morning there was nothing out of the ordinary. Ordinary ? She
thought. Its ordinary for me to suckle a boy who needs to be a girl at my
breast? Ordinary in that Katie fits so many different roles? Ordinary for
her to be a sister one minute and a Mummy the next? I may need to talk to
Fi about this she thought.
As soothing as it was for too be suckled on, Tricia was aware of her
responsibility to Fiona so after making sure Katie had drifted back off to
sleep as a baby does once fed, she slipped out of bed and down to make
coffee for the two adults. The coffee machine was clearly having an easy
day being Sunday as it managed to produce two cups with very little fuss
or noise for a change. Upstairs she went carrying them carefully into her
own room where the shape of a sleeping Fiona could be seen under the
covers. With the cups carefully placed, she slipped into bed with her
friend and cuddled up to her.
Fiona was now more used to waking up next to Richard and he certainly
didn't start the day the same way so Tricia's cuddle made a pleasant
change. He was a wake, up, get going sort of person whereas she and Tricia
had spent many lazy mornings beside each other in bed. Nothing untoward at
all, just two very close friends sharing quiet time together and no, not
intimate time, they weren't that sort of girls. It was a time for Fi to be
debriefed on last night, what she thought of Katie, had she liked her and
if she thought the whole thing was just too weird for her. Fiona had to
gather her thoughts before telling Trish she adored little Katie, was
enthralled with how she behaved, looked and just was"Little Katie". And I
am still jealous you get to suckle her as well. It looks so sweet and she
obviously loves it...or maybe she needs it. She had already admitted she
would kidnap her if Tricia left alone because she just was so cute.
The older Katie from last night had rather startled her initially. She
looked so good, and once again behaved exactly as she would have expected
a teenager to behave. I found myself not thinking of her at all as Kevin,
little Katie or anything other than a very pleasant, nice to know sort of
teenager. Oh and of course, gorgeous with it. Just look at how she
bewitched the waitress! As to it being weird, well if you asked me before
I had met Katie, I would have said yes. Now, its not weird, just different
perhaps. Hey, we were never run of the mill girls anyway. Just because I
fell in love with a Handsome Prince and married him I am still Fiona
underneath the chains and drudgery of marriage. And the sex is good with
him as well! It might just have to get better as well if you are going to
become Auntie Tricia if I have anything to do with it.
The topic of the older Katie suckling was not mentioned as Tricia had
decided it had all been in her mind anyway and put it behind her. As it
was her house, Tricia was the host, it was up to her to prepare breakfast
for them so excusing herself she left the warm comfy bed and her BFF to
get herself ready and encourage Katie to do the same.
As a child she had loved the Mister Men books and this morning was
playing Little Miss Efficiency having bathed, dressed, escaped downstairs
from a grumpy Katie who she woken to commence creating a proper breakfast
for them. Cereal, fruit, juices , coffee and croissants. What more could a
girl ask for? Fiona was suitably impressed and admitted it was usually a
slice of toast most mornings for her and Richard if he was around.
Katie finally decided to put in an appearance and in her case, that was
what it was. She had chosen a fairly straight black mini skirt,, white tee
shirt, tights and heels. The makeup was slightly overdone as was the
choice of earrings and bangles but in her eyes, she was a normal teenager.
Oh Joy! Thought Tricia before laying into her. And just what do you think
you look like young Lady? We are going shopping , to get you a bra fitting
for one thing and you think I will be taking my little sister out looking
like that? Dressed like some cheap tart and a hooters girl at that. What
have you got on under your top? Katie was reluctant to explain but in full
Mummy/big sister mode, Tricia lifted up or perhaps peeled up the skin
tight tee shirt to reveal a borrowed, round em up and push em out padded
underwired bra that would have impressed a structural engineer on its
efficiency. And you thought I would allow you to wear that did you? And
the skirt? Definitely not from Katie's wardrobe and Caroline would need to
answer some questions as to when she had been wearing it as well.
A rather shame faced Katie was despatched upstairs with instruction to
return in the clothes Tricia had left out for on the bed, earrings changed
to her pink and gold studs, hair sorted and hairband in, makeup removed
and Katie mode engaged...or else! It was all Fiona could do to stop
herself from laughing. Well you certainly told her Trish. Where did the
indignant puritan Mummy come from and can I have my BFF back please? The
one who I used to hold a who can get away with the shortest skirt
competition ? The one who used to use half a box of Kleenex in her bra to
show off her figure? The one who ended up in A&E with a twisted ankle from
the highest heels ever, ever, worn by a teenager? Even Tricia had to smile
at that recollection of her in her younger days but insisted that as
Katie's Mummy/big sister she had the responsibility to ensure she
presented the image of a "nice" young lady and not some street corner
tart.
The two of them polished off the clearing up and sat awaiting the arrival
of Katie again with a coffee. There was a lot of what appeared to be foot
stamping, slamming of doors and shuffling noises from upstairs until
finally she reappeared. In place of the girl previously seen was a
completely different person. She was wearing a yellow on the knee skirt,
flower patterned short sleeve blouse, white knee socks with white ballet
flats. Her hair now brushed and held back with a velvet hairband, her
earrings showing. With a polite, Is this Ok Mummy? She turned around to
show herself to Tricia and Fiona. Whilst Tricia was very familiar with the
Katie now before her, once again Fiona was flabbergasted. No little Katie
in sight, no big sophisticated Katie but the image of a young teen girl.
Her tiny bust just tenting out the front of her blouse, the skirt not
revealing much of her legs but perhaps the biggest change in Katie that
she saw was the bubbly, bouncy girl in front of her. The stage that girls
go through when they cease to be little girls, start developing and try so
hard to seem older ..when they remember, the stage when they have the
bubbly attitude behaviour and poise that makes them so special. The legs
seem almost gangly in their movement, no longer running around like a
child but with a different gait to an adult. An inbetweeney teenager.
Coupled with her attitude and speech now, she was that thirteen yr old
girl. Still quite happy to use the word Mummy , maybe not in front of her
friends, still happy to play with a doll, just not in front of her
friends, still happy to sit on Mummy's lap for a cuddle, as long as she
wasn't seen. A delightful stage for a girl.
Tricia ran her eyes over her and her heart ached .This was the Katie she
loved at whatever age she was but her innocence as she was now was so
cute. She smoothed Katies skirt down and slipped her hands underneath to
pull her blouse down and froze. Since when did little girls in this house
decide white lacy big girls panties were acceptable to go out in Katie?
Raising her skirt to reveal the tiny bikini panties he had on to herself
and Fiona. Sometimes I give up on you. Fi, would be an angel for me and
take this naughty young miss back to her bedroom and find some more
suitable knickers for her please? I must just phone Caroline to make sure
she wasn't kidnapped and sold to Middle East slave traders last night. I
don't want them knocking on the door asking for a refund if she was, they
bought her, they keep her. She picked up her phone and pressed the
buttons. Fiona held out her hand for Katie who submissively took it in
hers and allowed herself to be taken upstairs.
It took quite a few rings before a bleary Wot/ whoos this? Was hissed down
the phone. No surprise there Tricia thought but at least she is still
alive. Hi honey, did you have a nice time last night? Wot? Are you for
real? You woke me up at this hour just to see if I had a good time? I cant
believe you sometimes Trish, you are so so selfish. You must have known I
would be sleeping still!
Even better, I just need confirmation of her location now. So it was a
good show was it? Can I speak to Amys Mum please, I just want to make sure
you are not in the way there . No way! We are not in her good books at
the moment. Zoos "lost" her mobile phone at the concert and we had to
wait until everybody had left to go back to look for it it but then she
found it in the inside pocket of her coat so we didn't even get back till
nearly 3. I think she is still asleep and I am not going to wake her up to
ask her that. Now,Pleeeease can I go back to sleep Trish? With a smile
Tricia replied Love you babe, speak later XXX. With a satisfied feeling
that she had at least verified her location, she was ok and she had woken
her up Tricia hung up. As a sister Caroline was ok , she just needed to
remember who was in charge sometimes. And she really did love her "babe"
sister.
The being in charge thing resonated with Fiona as well so it seemed. She
lead the embarrassed Katie upstairs and into her bedroom. With a curt
instruction to lift up her skirt, Fi knelt down in front of her and
reached out to slowly lower the white frilly nonsense Katie had put on.
Katie reluctantly raised one leg and then the other to enable Fiona to
take them right off. As she stood up to go in search of more suitable
underwear for her, Katie let her skirt go to regain her modesty. Fiona
looked at her coldly and asked her is she had been given permission to
lower her skirt and reluctantly Katie lifted it up again to expose
herself. For some reason, Fi loved the feeling of power this gave her and
maybe more significantly, the way her instructions and actions humiliated
Katie. She may only have been a little girl but it sort of turned Fi on a
little. Taking her time before selecting possibly Katie's frilliest white
little girl knickers she once more knelt down in front of her and without
having to ask, Katie lifted her feet one by one to allow Fiona to put them
on. She pulled them up as far as Katies thighs whilst looking closely at
Katie's appendage in front of her. It was tiny, definitely more like a
young child she thought before covering it with the knickers. Once
satisfied the fit was perfect, checking the waist and tightness of the leg
openings she allowed Katie to lower her skirt and return downstairs.
It may have been a missed opportunity for her to change her own underwear
as well but these things happen and she did not realise at the time what
was going to happen next. Tricia had now collected her handbag, checked
herself in the mirror and was ready to depart. Fiona, picked up her bag as
well and the shopping trip was about to commence. With the door open
literally half way out, Tricia turned to Katie and asked, Have you had a
wee wee Katie? Poor Katie turned bright red in front of Fiona and muttered
she didn't need to go and was ok. Sadly this was not an acceptable reply
for Tricia as she tutted and exclaimed I know what little girls are like ,
two minutes down the road you will be telling me you have to go. Fi, would
you mind? The request had no significance to her so she just said no,
thinking it would mean a slight wait for Katie to nip upstairs. Tricia
turned to Katie and told her to ask Auntie Fi while she turned the car
around.
In a barely audible whisper Katie said" Please will you take me for a wee
wee Auntie Fi? The initial disbelief as to what she had just heard was
only dissipated after making Katie repeat it louder so she could hear this
time. Once again she held her hand out to Katie and they practically ran
upstairs this time.Partly to hasten their departure and partly for Fi to
fuel her new found power kink. Delightedly she knelt down again and after
Katie reluctantly lifted her skirt, Fiona lowered the recently fitted
knickers. Taking care to ensure Katie's skirt was well out of the way she
helped her onto the seat and knelt spell bound as Katie "Tinkled" in front
of her, blushing crimson by now. Once finished Katie being a well brought
up girl had to announce to Fi, that she was finished and please would
Auntie Fi dry her. Mission accomplished, she delighted in having Katie
stand up for her to redress her once more. Hands washed, the two descended
and that previously missed opportunity became more noticeable to Fi as she
walked out to the car.
With Tricia terrifying the other motorists on the road as she made her way
towards the shopping centre, she explained to Fi that Katie was not
allowed to have a "wee wee" on her own and why. To Fi it was like an
angels song, thinking of the possibilities for the future. She asked if
this included the older girl she had seen last night and after being told
yes as long as it wasn't in public, sat back in amazement. This was going
to be such fun for her. Poor Katie sat in the back, silently, shame faced
at what she had just had to endure and drew cold comfort from the reason
that it was her own fault for forgetting she was a girl and girls sat to
use the loo but she hadn't.
As they walked into the shopping centre, the girls heels clicking and
Katie's ballet pumps silently kissing the hard flooring, Tricia reminded
Katie that she was now her older sister and not to call her Mummy..for
now. The chosen venue, not just for Katie but for women and girls for
decades was M&S. Every woman and girl has some M&S knickers at least and
they were "THE" place to go for correct fitting foundation wear as their
advert proudly announced. It was a rather scared Katie who was lead onto
the women underwear section and announced to the girl behind the counter
that Katie was here for her first bra fitting with a Miss. Houseman. With
Miss Houseman informed via the phone, Katie seat between Tricia and Fiona
to wait her arrival.
The smiling rather short mature portly lady that arrived after a few
minutes announced herself to them and looking at Katie asked if she was
looking forward to being measured for her first real bra. A red faced
Katie had to answer yes he was but actually wasn't in the least. Miss
Houseman escorted the three of them into a private fitting room and asked
Katie to slip out of her blouse and trainer, as she called Katie's bra,
and stand in front of her with her hands by her sides. With her many years
experience she looked at Katie's breasts for some moments before asking
Katie to stretch her arms up as high as she could, whilst she observed the
movement of her breasts. Anatomically and for the purposes of being
measured for a bra, this was a pointless and unnecessary action but it did
enable her to observe a girls breasts in close up under cover of this
fitting evaluation.
The classic quote from the fairy tale The Frog Prince of" You have to kiss
a lot of Frogs before you find your Prince" applied perfectly to Miss
Houseman. She had worked in the underwear department for many years
before becoming the shops expert fitter. In those years she had seen
thousands of ladies, and recently, even a few men, topless for bra
fittings or just help in choosing ones that were suitable for them. Its
hard to get excited over an elderly ladies breasts that once were no doubt
delightful but now were but a shadow of their former selves. She had seen
the tiny ones to the ginormous, the mismatched ones, the tear shaped, the
round to the pointy.None in her book, compared to the beauty of a young
girls and with her matronly appearance and apparent expertise and
knowledge, she had over the years persuaded hundreds of young girls to
exhibit themselves to her, usually in front of a doting mother.
After asking Katie to raise her arms now to shoulder height she was able
to slip her tape measure around Katie's breasts at various levels,
carefully writing down the answers in her notebook. She asked Katie to
bend over to allow her breasts to hang naturally down and observed how
little sag there was, how firm they were, they would be perfect if Katie
wore the right bra and came back regularly for her expert advice and
measurement. With her back to the two seated women and Katie in front of
her, she asked Katie to hold her arms out straight side to side so she
could check the muscles, she cupped Katie's breast's in her hands, her
thumbs accidentally passing backwards and forwards over her tiny nipples.
Today was a good day she decided.
After allowing Katie to sit down with Trish and Fi, but not redress of
course, she explained to Katie that she was now a 36A and had graduated
from the trainer size of AA cups to a "proper" size bra and perhaps she
could make some choices for her. With Tricia's blessing , the old lady
wandered off before returning with several white, mainly full cup style
plain bras suitable for school etc. Each was carefully fitted and adjusted
by her, one of the criteria being the amount of room between cup and
nipple, checked with her inserted finger of course. Tricia finally made a
selection of two from the various ones available and Katie was allowed to
wear one of them out of the shop after the tags had been removed. With the
woman gone to ring up, bag and prepare for payment, Katie was allowed to
redress and once finished was subjected to the hands under the skirt to
pull the blouse down by Tricia.
Bras paid for, the three left the shop and headed for a cafe, Katie being
careful not to knock any shop fittings over with the enormous bosom she
now possessed , or it felt like. Trish and Fi had coffee and Katie was
allowed a fruit juice in deference too her age. The discussion that
followed between the two girls was interesting but non conclusive in the
end. Tricia was convinced that a good proportion of her fitting and
measurement was unnecessary whilst Fiona thought maybe it was just a more
thorough method used these days. It was only when Katie asked them why the
lady had sort of massaged her nipples when she was checking for sag as she
had put it, did the penny drop. Amidst giggles at how believable she had
been and had them both taken in it seems, Fiona did point out that she was
in fact assaulting minors and something should be done about her. Had
Katie actually been a girl it may have been possible to have something
done but the fear of exposing Katie wasn't worth the risk Tricia
concluded.
Coffee over , the shopping trip was resumed but this time for "proper"
Katie bras, ones she would like, love to wear, show off and generally make
her feel more of a girl than the utilitarian ones selected at M&S. She
ended up with at least half a dozen, pretty, lacy, functional and
cute.Exactly what every girl should have in their drawer as Tricia put it.
The rest of the shopping was more of a meander as the main event had been
dealt with and anything else was a bonus. As they neared the alley through
to the car park the last shop on the right suddenly called out to Fiona.
Taking Tricia by the arm and with Katie following like a faithful puppy
they entered one shop unfamiliar to Tricia so far. Mothercare had never
featured on her radar as necessary shopping or even browsing. Fi had other
ideas.
With Fi now in charge they wandered aimlessly through the aisles,
commenting on various pieces of equipment, the extortionate prices. Fi
making a mental note to encourage Richard to do more overtime. Had he seen
the prices of pushchairs and car seat? With big equipment, cots, high
chairs etc browsed through, the clothing section was next and all sorts of
clothes for all sorts of ages were eyed up. Katie was a bit bemused at
the description of what to her seemed like an all in one top and tights
but Fiona referred to as a growbag. She was sure in the distant past the
old man next door had planted tomatoes in grow bags but unless he stuffed
them down the legs she couldn't work that one out.
It was the dresses that did it she recalled. At the sight of all the
frilly dresses and clothes for babies Fiona seemed to lose it. Katie lost
sight of the number of "Its SOOO Pretty" " A baby would look just precious
in this" to I might even buy this for my bottom drawer , to which Tricia
told her her daughter would look silly in a Lord Fauntleroy corduroy
suit.. if she had one. It was too late, the damage was done and after what
was clearly an overdose of baby and toddler, Fiona resolved to get her
sewing machine out and start working on patterns for her new arrival. Her
poor husband wouldn't know what hit him when he got home it seemed.
When they returned home there was distinct evidence that Caroline had
beaten them to it. The pile of washing by the machine, glasses and plates
on the table and the strange vibrations passing through the house,
emanating from her bedroom. How could she be out half the night at a
concert with an ear shattering level of music and still try to deafen
herself and half the street when she got home. It was Tricia who braved
the cacophony of what Caroline called music to persuade her to turn it
down, come down and say hello to Fi and see what they had bought for
Katie. Caroline thundered into the kitchen, hugged Fiona and sort of fell
onto a chair. Katie thought of how incongruous it was. All three real
girls in jeans and trousers and Katie in a skirt. But she loved it .
A brief fashion show at Carolines insistence for all Katie's new undies
was performed with Fiona being the dresser for her adjusting straps when
required and positioning cups to perfection. Katie was quite comfortable
showing off her boobs in front of them all.The school bras were sort of
tried as well but boring old white didn't do it for the girls.They were a
necessary evil though and Katie was aware of the never to be seen without
a bra on rule. Her loverly, adorable sweet, caring and considerate sister
Caroline did provide her with one of her old sports bras to wear as well.
It was sufficiently tight that Katie's newly acquired protuberances once
contained inside ,were certainly less noticeable, something which for
school was rather important. Never mind, only 5 more days to go.
The rest of the day passed peacefully with Katie being despatched early on
in the evening to prepare her uniform for tomorrow, change into her
nightie and it was going to be an early night for her as last night had
been late. Caroline, being so much older stuck rigidly to her guns on
being allowed to be up late and 10.30 was her bedtime until she was caught
fast asleep on the sofa at 8,45 and was also sent to bed, protesting
loudly that she wasn't tired.
Tricia was glad a few minutes peace at last. She sat in the kitchen with a
cup of tea thinking of all the things that had happened, been said, they
had done over the weekend. All in all, she had enjoyed it. She thought of
Fiona's sudden decision regarding babies. She wondered if a
Congratulations on your Pregnancy card was a bit premature for now.
Talking of babies , I had better check on my little one she thought as she
turned off the downstairs lights and headed for bed herself.
Marisol
- 27.05.2022
- 21
- 0
