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I was always uncomfortable being in Aunt Jane’s bedroom. Any 14 year old boy would be. It seemed to me to be the most feminine place on earth, rivaled only by my own mother’s bedroom. Both are single mothers now, and their bedrooms are full of pink and pastel, cushiony furniture with soft dainty pillows and lavish vanities piled with girly make-up and stuff. But why was all the lingerie strewn about the room? Stockings and lacy garments covered the furniture and hung about the room.
Being naked in front of Mom and Aunt Jane didn’t help either. Not that it was unusual for me to be naked, especially since I was serving the first week of a two-week punishment. All punishments in our family are served naked. But I have never been naked in Aunt Jane’s bedroom. “What’s going on?,” I wondered to myself, but dared not to ask. The slightest of infractions would earn more spankings while on punishment.
“My goodness, Sally!” Aunt Jane broke the silence. “Look at how hard your little dickie is!” They both gasped and giggled as they pointed and looked at it. My name is Salvatore and I hate it when they call me Sally, but I learned long ago the price of complaining.
I haven’t started puberty yet. My body is completely hairless and I am the smallest of stature among my classmates. My little dickie (which is what I must always call it or risk punishment) stood a thin inch-and-a-half when hard, and not much thicker than a pencil. It all but disappeared when it wasn’t hard. It got rock hard whenever I was embarrassed, and in being naked Aunt Jane’s room with my Mom with all those sexy garments around had me as hard as ever. My little nut sack, walnut sized at best, was pulled up tight and almost invisible.
And why did they always have to wear those sheer little nighties? Don’t they know how embarrassed a boy like me is seeing his Mom and Aunt dressed so scantily? The constant teasing and touching didn’t help, either. They also let my sisters and girl cousins tease me, but that’s a story for another day. All it ever made me want to do is rub on my pillow and have a nice dry cummy, since I haven’t started wet cummies yet.
Mom broke the silence, “I bet you’re wondering what we’re doing here, right? Well, you saw what happened to your cousin Philly yesterday. He had his first wet cummy!”
Of course, I saw it. My little dickie was twitching just thinking about how embarrassed he must have been. Phil is Aunt Jane’s 14 year old son. We’re only a few months apart and go to the same school. I guess it’s genetic that his physical attributes match my own. He’s a bit taller and his little dickie is just a tad bigger than mine, but still totally bald. We are the only two males in the family, by the way. Mom and Aunt Jane each have two girls. My sisters are 15 and 17. My girl cousins are 18 and 16.
I thought back to what happened...
The girls were tickling Philly as part of his punishment and it just happened. Right in front of everyone. Not that it was much of anything, just a drop of clear liquid. If my little sister didn’t shriek when the little drop touched her thigh I’m not sure anyone would have noticed. “Mommy! Mommy! Philly peed on me!”, she screamed.
Mom and Aunt Jane ran over to investigate and once they realized what happened, you would have thought they hit the lottery the way the carried on.
“Oh, my Goodness!” Aunt Jane cried.
“Little Philly is growing up!” Mom sang.
“Philly’s little dickie came!”
“Everybody! Come look at Philly’s wet cummy!”
Phil’s dripping little dickie was carefully examined by all of the girls, giggling and gasping all the while. God, he must have been humiliated. He stayed hard the entire time from the sheer embarrassment.
Once all the commotion calmed down, Mom called me over. “Sally, come look at Philly’s little dickie! He had his first real wet cummy!”
Is it weird that I wanted to see? That my little dickie was hard? That I wanted to add to his embarrassment? That I wanted to touch it? Well, I got my chance. I took a good hard look. It was Just a droplet of clear liquid with a few white streaks. He stayed hard, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I reached out and put the tip of my finger to the wet tip of Philly’s little dickie and made a little circle just under the head. Philly moaned and another little drop came out.
I pulled my hand away in shock. “Did I make him do it again?”
All the females giggled uncontrollably and teased Philly unmercifully. In the confusion, no none noticed my own dry cummy. No one was even touching my little dickie. That never happened to me before without being touched.
I snapped back to the present by a sharp slap on my sore bottom. “Wake up, Sally!” Mom yelled. “We’re going to have a little party for Philly on Saturday to celebrate his first wet cummy, and Aunt Jane wants you to help pick out his outfit.”
Aunt Jane added, “Yes. I’m so happy that you made him have another cummy so quickly and then helped him clean up.” They made us take a bath together, which is nothing new. But I never had to clean his little dickie and tiny nut sack before.
I was confused. If I was to pick Philly’s outfit, why wasn’t I in his bedroom looking at his clothes? Why was I in Aunt Jane’s room? Why was I surrounded by this frilly girly lingerie?
A dry cummy hit when I realized what was going on. Philly was going to be dressed in this girly lingerie for his wet cummy party, and I was going to help pick out his outfit!
“Sally, did you have a dry cummy without even being touched?” Mom showed how well she knows me. “Has that happened to you before?”
I blushed profusely, but knew from experience that I shouldn’t lie. “Just one other time, Mom. When I made Philly have his second wet cummy and you all started teasing him.”
“That’s OK Little Sally. Being sensitive and having no control of cummies is common among the boys in our family. Must be genetic. Maybe we’ll mention it to your doctor next time I take you.” I caught her winking at Aunt Jane when she said that. She bent over, her grand cleavage in my face, nipples barely covered by her sheer nightie. “You tell me whenever that happens from now on, OK?”
“I promise, Mom.” I replied.
“Let’s get started,” Aunt Jane interrupted, “Start looking at the panties. See what you like and we’ll go to the store and get whatever you like in Philly’s size.”
Mom added, “And make sure you take into account that our whole family will be here and some of our friends will be invited.”
Most of Mom and Aunt Jane’s friends were single mothers, too. The party will be almost all ladies and girls. It was a bit overwhelming. Is it mean that I want Philly totally humiliated in front of them by the outfit I was picking? I want something very girly, but also something revealing.
Mom reached from behind and started lightly caressing my tight little nut sack as I looked through the panties. I lost count of the dry cummies I had as I selected Philly’s outfit. Of course, I was a good boy and told Mom and Aunt Jane every time it happened, as if they couldn’t tell.
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