His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 181.

“So, Mrs Burlington?”  Trixie asked, in between taking snaps of the new celebrity, “what does a pageboy do?”
“Bobby was just asking me the same question,” smiled Nicole. 
“I’m not sure,” said Clarissa.
“Cos my sister’s getting married next month, and I’m going to be a bridesmaid, and I heard her saying something about a pageboy…”
“Oh, yes.  At weddings I think they sometimes have pageboys.  They’re just a male version of bridesmaids, I guess.  What was she saying?”
“I think she said it would be nice to have one…”
“Suggest Bobby,” laughed Miki.  “He’s already got the uniform.”
“Shall I?”
“Good idea, Miki,” laughed Nicole.  “Why not?”  She raised her voice.  “Bobby?  Want to be a real pageboy?”
Bobby looked puzzled.  He stopped showing off and came over.  The audience took the opportunity to get a few close-ups.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh nothing.  Trixie’s sister’s getting married.  Maybe she’d like a pageboy at her wedding.”
“Huh.  You’re joking.”
There was something about the way he said that that caught Clarissa’s attention.  It wasn’t dismissive, as one might have taken it.  It was sort of hopeful…  Like he was hoping she’d say “no, I’m serious”.  She jumped in.
“Actually, apparently she’s got bridesmaids, but we’re not sure about pageboys.  Just suppose she’s looking for one.  Would you be interested?”
Bobby swaggered again.  “Might be…”
“You know it’s a pretty important job.  I think you’d have to lead the bride into the church and everything.  It’s quite a responsibility.  You’d probably get put in charge of the bridesmaids.  And you’d get a tip.”
“Really?  I could do that.  So I’d be able to tell the bridesmaids what to do?”
“Of course.  Trixie will be one of them.  You wouldn’t mind having Bobby in charge, would you sweetie?”
A smile had been spreading over Trixie’s face.  She looked up at Bobby with wide-eyed innocence.
“No.  I’d like Bobby to be a pageboy.  But he’s probably too busy…”
“I’m not busy.  I can always take a day off work, no problem.  Specially for something that important.”
“Shall I ask Deborah?  I can text her now.  I’ve been sending her pictures of Bobby anyway.”
“You have?”  Nicole raised an eyebrow.  “Has she said anything?”
“Yes.  She said, Wow handsome and cute.  Cute in big letters.”  Bobby grinned and  flexed his muscles.  He couldn’t disguise his pleasure.  Trixie continued.  “She said I heart his outfits very cool shouldn’t say this oops just about to get hitched but has he got a girlfriend lol.”
Everyone laughed.  “Ask her if she needs a pageboy,” said Clarissa.  “Have you sent her a picture of him in his pageboy outfit?”
“Just sent one.  Hold on, let me ask…”
There was a pause.
“She says…yes please, all in big letters…six hearts.  Oh, she’s asking to speak to you…”
“Say okay.  No probs,” said Bobby, eagerly.
The phone rang.  “Hi sis.  Yes, he’s here…  Okay.”  She handed Bobby her phone.
“Hello?  Yes, that’s right…  Really?   Yes, I’d love to…  No, really…it would be fun…  Yeah…  Yeah…  Yes, if you wanted…I mean, it’s a proper pageboy outfit…my aunt got it from this amazing shop…  Wow, that’s really kind of you…  Ah, Deborah, yes…nice to talk to you…  Yes, we must…  Next week would be fine…  Any time to suit you, er…  My aunt?  Sure, I’ll put you on…  Bye for now…”  He handed the phone to Nicole.  “She’d like a word with you, auntie…”
“Hi…Deborah?  So you’d like Bobby to…  Yes…  Yes…  Seventeen next Wednesday…  I know…  I know…  He’s very excited about it…  The outfits?  I have all of them made for him…  Yes…  It’s called Fantastex.  You do?  You do?  I see!  Oh, I see!  Amazing!  Then he’s going to fit in perfectly!  How fortunate Trixie was here today!  Okay.  Yes, I’ll get Trixie to text over our numbers.  Next week, yes.  You could come to ours if you had time…  I might have something to show you…  Okay.  Talk soon.  Bye…bye…”
“Wow, aunt.  She really wants me to be her pageboy!  Just me.”
“I know.  Wasn’t it lucky Trixie was here today?  Did she say exactly what your duties would be?”
“Not exactly.  We’re gonna sort all that out next week.”
“Yes, she wants to see me, too.  Great.  You’ll do a great job, Bobby.  Thanks, Trixie.  Well done!”
Trixie glowed with pleasure.  Then she was besieged by her friends.
“Hey Trix…can I come too?”
“Yeah, and me?  Can you ask Deborah…?
“I want you all to come.  And Miki and Harriett to.  I’m going to ask her as soon as I get home…”
Nicole and Clarissa seemed to have got a fit of the giggles…
And Bobby himself was adjusting his cap, admiring his reflection in the French doors, and thinking he could make quite a splash at Deborah’s wedding…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 182.

Miki was just thinking how she might contrive to keep Bobby in his pageboy outfit for the rest of the day, when Clarissa spoke.
“That outfit looks so good on you, Bobby.  Your aunt says if you want you can keep it on for the rest of the day.”
“Oh…  Yeah, okay…”
“Hooray!” cried Amelia.  “We have our own special pageboy now.  Let’s play weddings, yeah?  I wanna be the bride!”
“No, we have to play a game for it!  And the husband!”
“The groom, you mean.  He’s not a husband before they get married.  Trixie can be the bridesmaid cos that’s what she’s gonna be at her sister’s wedding.  Oh, no…  Don’t cry, Harriet…  You can be a bridesmaid too…”
Miki sat and watched fascinated as Bobby played with the girls, quite as committed to the game as they were.  Clarissa came over and took a seat beside her.
“He gets on well with them, doesn’t he?”
“Yes…  I was just thinking that.  He bright, isn’t he?  Nicole was telling me he was top of his class, and got a place at uni no problem.”
“Yes.  And he took a year off just for Pitt’s Wood.  Well, no, maybe not just for it.  He wanted a break from study, and the boot boy job was right up his street.”
“He’s so fuc-king sexy, Clarissa…”
Clarissa looked sideways at her, and laughed.  “Well, that’s a blunt way of putting it Miki, but yeah, it’s true.  Sexy and naĂŻve.  It’s an irresistible combination.”
“For you too?  I heard he spends most of his time here at present.”
“Yes…”
“Helping your daughter…”
“Yes.”
“To do what?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Why so mysterious?”
“Because…  It’s their secret, and no-one’s allowed to know until the Pitt’s Wood show.  Please don’t ask either of them.”
“Don’t worry.  I wouldn’t.  I’m just curious.”  She smiled.  “They seem to have plenty of energy left.  Why don’t we take them over the road to the park for an hour or two?”
“Good idea.  Nicole?  Miki suggested the park…”

Ten minutes later they were crossing the road.  On the other side the children burst into a run, Nicole and Clarissa and Miki bringing up the rear.  They streamed through the park gates and headed for the playground.  The bunch of little girls, accompanied by a big teenage boy in an arresting costume, attracted a lot of attention and a few jeers and wolf whistles from a group of boys too old for the climbing frame but hanging out in the playground anyway.
“Take no notice of those idiots,” Charlotte said, taking Bobby’s hand.  “They’re just jealous, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I know.  Can’t imagine any of them being invited to be a pageboy at a big wedding!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 183.

Nicole, Clarissa and Miki sat on the grass a little way from the playground and watched Bobby and the girls playing.  Miki sighed.
“He seems happiest playing with them.  It’s not healthy.  I mean, I’ve flirted with him enough, haven’t I?”
“Flirted?” laughed Clarissa.  “Is that what you call it?  I saw what you were up to, young lady.”
Miki blushed.  “Oh.  Well I was just trying to get a reaction.”
“You got one, didn’t you?”
“Don’t give up,” said Nicole.  “I know…”  She stood up.  “Bobby?” she called.  “Here a minute.”
He came over.  “Yes, aunt?”
“We need to think about supper.  It’s ready, but we need a salad.  All the stuff’s in the fridge.  And we need to have the candles nicely arranged on the cake.  Miki’s going to start getting things ready.  Could you give her a hand?”
“Sure.  Let’s go, Miki.”
“We’ll give the girls till five, but no later.  The sun’s warm, but there’s a definite chill in the wind now.”
“Okay – see you later.”

Miki understood perfectly.  She had until about five-fifteen to work her magic on Bobby.  She walked back to the house at the fastest pace she could muster, Bobby by her side.  Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his coc-k flicking to and fro under the super-slick latex as he made an effort to keep up. 
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“Oh…  Am I going too fast for you?”
“No, of course not…”
But by the time they got back to the house, she could see that the work-out had done the trick, and the bulge in his shorts had noticeably grown.  She got to work on the salad, delegating the positioning of the candles to Bobby, and they were finished by a quarter past four.  She took his hand and led him out into the garden, and stood him in front of the cherry tree..
“I wish you’d play with me a bit more instead of those little girls.  Do you like them better than me?”
“Of course not, Miki…” 
She opened her eyes wider, waiting for an explanation.
“You know, it’s just that…it’s Mellie’s birthday, after all…so I, you know, feel I should…”
“Show off to all the little ones?  I see…”
“No…”
“Never mind.  Next month you’ll be able to show off to a whole weddingful of guests.  Lucky them.  I just wish you’d show off to me a bit, that all.  Like you did earlier.”
“Earlier…?”
“You know, your lovely little coc-k got so big and hard…  It made me feel you liked me.  It’s a little bit big now, isn’t it…?”
It was vertical under its latex skin, and, sliding two fingers of her left hand through one of his belt loops, she drew the point of a nail down the length of the shaft, making him gasp and flinch.
“Ooh…”   She looked at him coyly.  “That got a reaction.  See – that’s what I mean…”
He tried to pull back but she declined to release him, instead repeating the action, then  starting to stroke and palpate it with exquisite delicacy, coaxing it back into full erection.   Bobby gasped, and went to push her hand away.
“Keep your hands by your sides, Bobby!  You’ll get your turn soon enough.”
She pushed it gently this way and that under the latex skin, watching his face all the time with an amused smile.  Extra-lubricated with his juices, it slipped about easily.  Not wanting to spoil her plan, she handled it carefully, finally leaving it maybe twenty degrees off the vertical, nearest his right hand, with the swollen head lying against his tummy.  Little dribbles of clear fluid were leaking from the legs of his shorts.  She took a few paces back, and took out her phone.
He groaned.  “Please, Miki…”
“What?  I suppose you’d like me to finish the job, yes?”
He didn’t reply in words, but the expression on his face said it all.  His ears, neck and cheeks were flushed with arousal.
“No, Bobby.  I’ve done my bit.  You yourself did the rest, so it’s down to you to finish up.  Now...” – she glanced at her phone – “by my calculations you have forty-five minutes before your friends return.  I’d suggest you get started – because you’re not going anywhere until you look a bit more respectable.”   She took a quick snap.  Bobby took a pace towards the house.  “No, no!  Back where you were!  If you move I’ll show this to your darling Mellie!  I wonder what she’d say if she saw what you got up to behind her back.”
Bobby stepped back again.  “Okay, okay…  What do you want me to do?”
Miki smiled.  He was getting agitated now, and looking nervously at the corner of the house, where the driveway joined the back garden.
“That’s better.  You know what I want.  I want to check out your technique.  Time’s getting on, so I’ll explain the rules.  Relax, they won’t be back just yet.  First rule, you stay right on that spot, feet together and don’t move while you’re doing it.”  She pulled up a garden chair.  “I’m going to sit here and film your performance.  Over the next few days I’ll review it and give you a score out of twenty.  If you score sixteen or better, I will allow you to date me.  You want that, right?”
Bobby pressed his trainers tight together.  “Y-yes…”
“That’s why I need to check out your sexual performance, to see if you measure up to my standards.  I’ll tell you the result on your birthday…  Yes, I’m invited.  Second rule, no hurrying.  Take your time.  A premature climax will certainly disqualify you.  Third rule, right hand only.  Fourth and final rule, I may ask you some questions about your boot boy job.  You must give honest and articulate answers.”
“B-but…”
“Yes, it’s quite a test, I know.  But I’m confident you’ll be up to it.”  She checked the time.  “Okay, four thirty-two.  Start when you’re ready.”
“Wait…”
Miki sighed impatiently.  “What now?”
“C-can I…”
“Can you what?”
“C-can I have a sweet?”
“What?”
“A boiled sweet.  I’ve got a couple in my purse.”
Miki looked puzzled.
“See…  I always suc-k a sweet when I…you know, when I...do it.  It…helps me concentrate…”
Miki was seized with a fit of coughing, but managed to keep a straight face.
“Yes, all right…  I don’t see why not.  Keep it in your cheek so you can answer my questions clearly.”
“Yes, Miki…”
He unbuttoned his purse, took out a red sweet, unwrapped it, popped it in his mouth. then replaced the wrapper in his purse, and buttoned it up again.  He took one deep breath, stood for a moment fiddling shyly with the slimy leg frills, and then began…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 184.

His performance went through three stages.  The first stage – awkward, apologetic fumbling, looking about him as if seeking an escape route, was met by Miki with patient silence and an expectant, questioning expression.  There was much squirming and crossing of legs, and adjustment of leg-bands, which achieved nothing but sticky-fingered gloves.  The second, when it became clear to him that she had no intention of letting him off the hook, was a period of five minutes or so when he went through the motions, sliding it back and forth, indulging in perfunctory manipulation, and feigning rising excitement.  But even that charade eventually produced real results, a yearning to satisfy his natural needs, which thrust him into the third phase, when he finally lost control.  Miki focussed on keeping him neatly framed in the video as he began to masturbate in earnest.  His gasps and moans were no longer fake, he pressed his thighs together or crossed one over the other as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and as his arousal mounted he began to emit little pathetic whimpers.  The head of his coc-k lay just below and to the right of his belt buckle.  Every now and then it would spasm, as if he was about to c-um, and then he’d take his hand away for a moment.  The latex was smeared with sticky finger-marks, and the dribbles of clear juice on his thighs had now reached his knees. 

He was on his second boiled sweet when Miki thought she ought to check the time.  He’d been at it now for nearly forty minutes.  The girls could come back at any minute.  She decided it was time to begin her interrogation.
“So Bobby…  Pitt’s Wood Boot Boy!  Gosh, that’s an important job, isn’t it?  Are you looking forward to it?”
“Ooh…ah….y-yes…  I can’t wait…”
“But weren’t you tricked into it originally?”
“Yes, but…  I hadn’t thought it out…<gasp>…my own parlour…<ahh>…I’ll make quite a lot of money, I think…<moan>…I’ll be a full member of staff…”  (For some reason that phrase made Miki smile.)   â€śAnd I’m gonna have…oh, gosh…I’m gonna have, like several really cool outfits…”
“Yes, you will.  I think the ladies are going to be fighting for bookings!”
“Really?  Do you…<ahh>…think so?”
“I’m sure of it.  So, will you be serving just horse-riders in riding boots, or…”
“Miss Poole thinks I can attract ladies from outside, too.  She’s gonna advertise.  Then if they like the place they might…<gasp>…they might join the Centre!”
“Wow!  That would be great.  So you would be cleaning all sorts of boots.  Ankle boots, knee boots…even thigh boots!”
“Th-thigh b-boots…?”!
“Yes!  You’d have to be very discreet.  I’ve seen a lot of girls and women about town wearing really high thigh boots with tiny little pleated leather mini-skirts, barely hiding their panties!  Imagine if…”
But she got no farther.  A shudder ran through his body, and his eyeballs drifted upwards.
“Bobby!  Keep your position!  Nice and straight or you’ll lose points!”
He did his best.  Somehow he kept his feet together and on the spot.  The first ejaculation actually spurted upwards out of the waistband of his shorts, soaking his shirt.  Then his pulsating coc-k slipped sideways, and wads of c-um erupted from under the leg-band, and streamed down between his legs, all over his shoes and onto the grass.  He stood there, jolted by orgasmic spasms, but dutifully holding his position, until his climax eventually subsided..
“Good boy, Bobby!  You’re a trooper!”

It was at that very moment that Miki heard the sound of girls voices in the street.  She had all the footage she wanted.  She had to act fast.  Bobby had sunk to his knees.  He looked barely conscious.  Pocketing her phone, she dragged him to his feet, and helped him through the French doors, across the living-room, and towards his bedroom.  Just in time.  She heard MĂ©lisande’s voice.
“Bobby?  Where are you?”
She pushed him inside, and made her way back.  Everyone was either in the kitchen or the living-room.
“Where’s Bobby?  We played a great game…” said Rochelle, excitedly.
“Oh, he’s just getting changed, darling.  Be out in a few minutes.”
“Oh!  Mrs Burlington, why is Bobby getting changed?  You said he could wear his pageboy outfit all day…”
“I’ll check, dear.  Nicole…?”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 185.

“What’s going on?”
“Not sure.  Miki says he’s getting changed.”
Nicole made her way to the bedroom, where she found her nephew sitting on the floor in a rather dishevelled and exhausted state.  She looked at Miki, who was standing behind him.
“Ah.  I see you made some progress,” she remarked with a wry smile.
Miki nodded, and looked at Nicole cautiously, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Right young man.  Into the shower first.  Get all your things off and put them in a plastic bag – here, this’ll do.  Off you go!”
Having despatched him, she turned to Miki.
“To judge by the state of him, he must have needed that…”
“Yes, I think so.  He did everything himself, actually…”
Nicole raised an eyebrow.  “Clever girl!  I must say…”
But she was interrupted by a cry from the living room.  One of the girls.
“Yuk!  Mrs Burlington?  What all this slimy stuff on the floor?  It looks disgusting…”
“Oh.  I’d better go.  Could you put him in something suitable and bring him back when he’s recovered?  Thanks, Miki.”

When Bobby emerged half an hour later he was wearing a girls white shirt with the tails knotted at the waist, his boot boy pants, and long white socks.  He seemed slightly dazed, but relaxed.  Supper was a success, the cake was delicious, and everyone had a good time.  The mothers came to collect their girls.  Nicole noticed that Miki took Bethany and Natasha aside and apparently shared a photograph, with which they both seemed highly delighted.  After they had left, she asked Miki what it was.  Miki showed her the original photo of Bobby in all his glory in front of the cherry tree.
“Just this.  I hope you don’t mind.  They seemed so disappointed that they didn’t see his new outfit.”
“Not at all.  It’s a beautiful photo.  I’m sure they’ll treasure it.”
“I told them he’s going to be pageboy at Deborah’s wedding.  They were delighted.  They know Trixie’s mum so apparently they’ve got invitations.  They weren’t going to go, but I’m sure this’ll change their minds…”
“I’m sure it will…  So, Miki?  Are you two dating now?”
“Not yet.  He wants to.  I said I’ll tell him if he can on his birthday.  I want to consult my best friend Estelle first.”
Nicole laughed.  “Yes, get a second opinion.  Good idea.  Especially as you only know half the story so far…”
Miki looked puzzled, but Nicole declined to offer further explanation.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 186.

Estelle and Miki were at college together, at the start of their first year.  They had made a pact to stay unattached for as long as they could.  They had discovered some time ago that the pleasures of friendship far outweighed the uncertain charms of boyfriends.  Miki rang her that very evening, and arranged to go round to her house the following afternoon.
“I’ve got something funny I want to show you.”
“Something funny?  What is it?”
“Can’t tell you on the phone.  You need to see it.”
“Ooh…  Sounds intriguing…”
“More like explosive!”  Miki giggled.
“Okay.  Come for lunch, why don’t you?”
“Twelve?”
“Perfect.”

Estelle’s parents and younger brother being out visiting, the girls had the house to themselves. 
“So…what’s so amazing you couldn’t wait till Monday?”
“I’ve met an amazing guy…”
“Miki!  No!  Don’t tell me…”
“No, don’t worry – I’m joking.  Though he is amazing.  Have a look.”
She started the video and handed Estelle her phone.  Estelle looked puzzled at first.  Then she gasped, screamed, and stared open-mouthed.
“It goes on for a while.  Scroll forward if you like.”
But Estelle watched it through to the climax.  She rested the phone face down in her lap, and raised her head.  She was still in shock.
“What…?   Who…?”
“His Name’s Bobby.  I met him at a kids’ party.  Rochelle’s friend, MĂ©lisande.  I was only there to look after Harriett.  But was I glad I went!”
“But…what was he doing there?  Who is he?  And the outfit…and everything…”
“To be honest, Estelle, I’m not exactly sure why he was there.  He has some mysterious connection with MĂ©lisande, but no-one wanted to tell me what it was.  What’s not a secret is that he’s got a job as the official “boot boy” at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre.  Yeah, that right, cleaning boots!  And he has another special latex outfit for that!”
“So he’s into…”
“Seems to me that once they get him into latex he becomes like putty in their hands.  He’s in the care of an aunt – Nicole – she’s a pretty formidable woman, it’s plain to see – and then MĂ©lisande’s mum Clarissa is like another aunt.  Between them they call the shots.”
“Wow!  But how did you get him…”
“Estelle. He’s a pussy.  I used my female wiles on him – twice!  The second time when everyone else was away in the park.  I got him so hot, and then made him take care of it himself.  I’m telling you, we could do anything we wanted with him!”
“We?”
“Well, don’t you want to have some fun too?  He wants to date me, and I’ve got myself invited to his party on Wednesday.  I’m sure I could get you invited too.  Interested?”
“Interested?  I’m fascinated!  Gosh…”  She looked at Miki’s phone.  “He’s cute, isn’t he?  But I can’t believe you got him to…do that.  He must be very naĂŻve…”
“He’s like a big kid.  We can have him eating out of our hands.  The video by itself…”
“Yeah.  He wouldn’t want his mates seeing that, now would he?”
“I doubt it.  So you’re in?”
“Our own little rubber subby boy?  You bet.  The possibilities are endless…”
“Yeah.  He cute enough to pass as a girl, properly dressed, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yes.  I can just see him in a little black dress…”
“I was thinking more of little girl’s pink party dress with pink panties and Mary Janes…”
“Oh, I could live with that…”
“Maybe you’ll be able to, if we get that flat we’re always talking about…”