His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 373.

Robyn arrived at the Shillings’ just after nine that Sunday morning.  Esther had opened the front door before she had even got to the gate.
“Hi, Robyn.  I’m all ready!”
She was wearing a simple black dress and white tights. 
“Wait a moment, darling…”  Her mother had appeared behind her.  “Robyn?  Have you time for a quick coffee?  It’s made.”
“Of course…  It’s been ages, Mabel…”
“I know.  You look more gorgeous than ever.”
“Oh, yeah.  In my dirty jeans and old T-shirt I must look really glamorous…”
“Don’t be ages, mum…”

They sat down at the kitchen table.  Mabel poured the coffee.  Esther sat at the counter, playing with her hair, impatient to leave.
“We’ll only be a minute darling.  Robyn…  How are you?  And how’s Connie?”
“We’re both fine.  I’m studying part-time.  But you know that.  Aunt’s still a woman of leisure, but she’s involved with this ESDS business too.  That’s why she has this boy working for her at the moment.”
“Oh, yes.  We saw him at the wedding.  I’ve heard all about him from Esther.  Quite…interesting.  So your aunt’s taken him on, has she?  I remember she had a string of boy maids.  It was really nice being waited on by them.  They were always so eager to please, and so polite!”
“Yes…  Boys seem much more malleable than girls.  Maybe it’s the uniform…  This one’s a bit special, though.  He’s so naĂŻve for his age.  I think aunt would like to hang onto him if she could.”  She turned to Esther.  “I hear you have a bit of a crush on Tim, Esther,” she said, with an enquiring raise of the eyebrows.
“Crush?  Are you serious?  No, I don’t!”
“Oh?  Why are you so keen to meet up with him again then?”
“Oh my god, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“Esther!”
“Sorry, mum…  I mean…  He’s like this big cute guy…”
“Yes, exactly, dear…”
“No, mum.  You don’t understand.  You saw him, right?  I mean he’s this big cute guy who goes around in tight little rubber pants with pink frills and rubber gloves and a little bow-tie and thinks he’s the bee’s knees, right?  I was like, totally gobsmacked when I clocked him strolling around the tables at the reception, showing off to all the women.  I mean I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing, yeah?  I was like in a daze.  It was only at the last minute before we were leaving that I got myself together like and ran over and got a couple of selfies with him, to like, prove he was real.  But when I showed them to my friends, they’re like, “yeah, sure...  that’s AI, innit?”  Even they wouldn’t believe it!”
Robyn laughed.  “He’s quite famous over our way, but out here in Fleetford village it’s like a different country.”
“Yeah, Robyn, you’re not joking.  Mum, we should move nearer Kennett, like I said…”
“Well one day maybe, dear.  But I’m working here at the moment.  So you’ll have to wait.”
“Anyway, my friend Lou – she has a birthday party next Saturday – she says to me, “if he’s real you can prove it by bringing him to my party.  If you do you can take any outfit of mine from my wardrobe.”  She’s got some great stuff.  Her parents…”
Her mother, tired of her daughter’s monologue, intervened.
“Darling, if you’re so keen to see him again, I suggest you get going.  We’ve finished our coffee.”
“Oh, yeah.  Robyn, let’s go.  I do hope he’ll be wearing the same outfit today…  I really do…  Oh my god, I’ve gotta make sure I don’t, like, burst out laughing…”
“Well, I’m not certain,” said Robyn, rising from her chair.  “He was wearing a very similar one yesterday, though.  If he is, yes, even if you can't stop smiling, just flatter him.  He's quite vain.  And so proud of those pretty hotpants!”
“No way!  Hotpants?  Is that what he calls them?”
“Well, auntie and her friends do at least…”
“Great!  Look, mum even got me this amazing dress.  Do you like it?"
“It looks cute on you...”
“If he’s like I think he is, like seriously kinky, into latex and vinyl and stuff, then his eyes are gonna like fall out, yeah?”
“Is that…?”
“Yes.  From that place…  His aunt told me about where he gets all his stuff…”
“Fantastex, dear…”
“Yes.  Fantastex.  We went there.  There’s some really weird things…  But like really cool…”
Robyn looked surprised.
“Yes, Robyn…  Not the sort of shop I would normally visit.  But she kept on about it, and finally I gave in.  Quite an eye-opener.  Not all of it suitable for a teenage girl, of course…  But the proprietor…  Cynthia, is it?  She was very nice, understood perfectly.  Came up with that dress…  I would never have considered anything like that normally, but she explained it’s quite fashionable these days.  And it does look pretty on her, don’t you think?”
“Very nice.  Bit of a change from the pink one you wore to the wedding…”
“Yeah.  Like, so cool.  I’m gonna wear it for Lou’s party, too.  My friends will all be super jealous.”

Mabel Shilling came to the front door to see them off.
“I’ll get her back by seven, Mabel,” said Robyn.
“If you would, Robyn.  She’s still got an hour’s homework to do.  Have a nice day, both of you…” 
They climbed into Robyn’s car.  Esther was holding her phone on her lap.
“Show me one of the pics you showed your friends.”
“Okay…”
She scrolled through and held her phone for Robyn to see.  She craned over.
“That’s Tim.  Doesn’t look a bit like AI.  That’s the trouble.  People start believing everything’s AI, and don’t recognise a normal photo when they see one.”
“Robyn…  Do you think there’s any chance your aunt might let me take him to Lou’s party?”
“I don’t know.  Depends what her plans are.  She may…  She’d definitely see the funny side of it…”
“Oh my god, wouldn’t that be great…?”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 374.

At the farmhouse that morning, Connie was making an early start in anticipation of Esther’s arrival, not to mention Tim’s resistance.  She dressed, unplugged her phone, and made her way downstairs.  A text came in.  Robyn.
“Overslept. Eta about ten.”
The feed from Tim’s room was still running, and recording.  He was still fast asleep.  He hadn’t even got under the covers.  She ran it back to where she had closed it the previous evening.  She was interested to see how he had reacted to Jenny’s tirade.  Well, he had lain there for several minutes, and then…  She smiled.  “Naughty boy…” she murmured.
“What is it?”  It was Bridget.
Connie held up the phone.  “I forgot to turn it off.”
“Ooh…  He is having fun…”
“I’m not sure it’s ethical for us to watch this,” said Connie, smirking.  “So I’ll keep the sound down for the time being…”
“Don’t let Kit see this whatever you do…”
They laughed delightedly.
“This is quite a performance…”
“Very impressive.  I can’t wait for the climax…”
“Here we go…I think….”
“Yes!  Oh my god…”
They watched in silence, fascinated.
“He’s something else,” said Bridget.  “He really is.  He should do a live show.”
“Yes.  For us.  Good idea.  But I’m going to have to keep that thing under control, or he’ll be at it every night.  Fortunately I’ve got a very good collection of chastity devices.  Maybe later.  I have another little surprise for him, too.  But today the main thing is to get him into his new pageboy outfit, ready for his little friend Esther.  I hope he won’t make too much fuss.  Though I have to give it to ESDS, their obedience training seems to have been reasonably effective – so far at least.”
“Can I see his outfit?”
“I’ll show you.  It’s in the big living room.”

They walked through from the kitchen.  The others were awake now.  Frieda was first down.
“Good morning, girls,” she said sleepily, heading towards the kitchen..  “I must have coffee before anything else…”

“Cynthia suggested cream latex with red trims,” said Connie, as they closed the door behind them.  “I confess it’s not a colour scheme that would have occurred to me, but I went along with it, and I’m glad I did.  See what you think.
She opened a pink Fantastex box and brought out some tissue-wrapped packages.  She unwrapped the first.
“This is the top…”
Bridget laughed.  “Oh my god!  “I heart my rubber hotpants!”  Really?  He won’t like that much.  And little epaulettes!  So sweet…”
“And here his shorts.  Sorry, hotpants.  Little faux pockets.  Nice touch, that.  And there’s a second pair with a little training plug, to help with his posture.  Maybe we’ll try those later.”
“I can’t wait to see his reaction.”
“Nor I.  While the others are having their coffee I’ll go get him up and showered.  I’ll show him his outfit in front of everyone.  I may need some support to persuade him to put it on…”

It was a quarter to nine by the time everyone had breakfasted.  Tim, still a bit sleepy, stood in the living room naked except for a towel around his waist, frowning slightly.  The ladies were seated around sipping coffee.  Connie fetched his outfit and laid it out on a table.
“There.  What do you think, Tim?”
As he read the words on the top, his mouth opened.
“What?  I heart…my rubber hotpants?  I’m not wearing that.  No way!”
Connie put her hands on her hips.  “I’m sorry…  Did you just actually refuse to put on your new outfit, which Cynthia made especially for you?  Because if so...”
Tim’s eyes widened.  He remembered the aftermath of the chocolate sauce incident only too well. “I-I…  N-no, of course not, miss…  I mean, I like the colour and style and all that…  It’s really cool…” 
“I’m not asking you to parade round the village in it.  It’s just for in the house.  Well, for the time being, at least…”
“F-for the time being…?”
“Look, Tim, just do what you’re told.  I’m not asking you…  I’m telling you.  If your obedience training was insufficient….”
“No, miss.  Not at all.  Please may I try it on now?  Actually I really like it.  The hotpants especially…  Are those real pockets?”
“That’s better.  No, they’re not.  Knowing you, if they were, you’d have your hands in them straight away.  And we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, miss.  Absolutely…”
“Right.  Get them on and let’s see how you look.  You can change there, behind the armchair.”
“Yes, miss.”
They watched him put on the little vest top with the embarrassing legend.  The rest was out of sight.
“R-ready, miss…”
Connie took his hand and led him out, and stood him in front of his audience. 
“Tim…  It looks fabulous on you!”
“I love it.  How could you possibly be embarrassed?”
“You look super sexy, darling…”
He looked at Kit.  She was smiling affectionately.  “Tim.  You look very good.  Hotpants are your favourite, yes?”
“I guess…  I mean, yes…they’re great…super…”
“Words show you like hotpants best.  You look proper boy in them.  Make me very happy.  Should be very proud.  Who else has such outfit?” 
“No-one,” said Frieda.  “And cream suits you so well.”
“It really does,” nodded Maxine.
“And the fit!” added Bridget.
Tim felt somewhat mollified.  And the way Kit was looking at him gave him actually did give him a twinge of pleasure in his chest.  If she liked it, he didn’t much care what anyone else thought.  He’d do anything for her, go anywhere in his hotpants outfit…
“Shall we get a few snaps, girls?  Tim, stand over there, will you?  Back a bit.  Yes, there in the light.”

They were all so enthusiastic, any misgivings he had soon evaporated, and he posed proudly, smiling, lapping up all the attention.  Actually it was a pretty cool outfit.  And he did look good in cream – Frieda was right.  He wished he could have had this outfit for the wedding.  A matching latex top would have been far more impressive.  Maybe the next event…  He hoped it would be soon…   Something big…
“Turn around and look over your shoulder, Tim, if you would…”
“Yes, miss Bridget…”
“Cute little butt…” murmured Frieda.  Which only made him more conceited than ever…

As the shoot continued, the ladies grew more playful - even rowdy, and Tim grew more confident, adopting more and more silly and outrageous poses.  He was down on all fours, doing a passable imitation of a puppy, when the front bell rang.  Everyone stopped.
“I’ll see who it is,” said Connie, leaving the room. 
Tim quickly got to his feet.  Who could it be, this early?  Maybe just the postman…