It had not been more than a week since I had settled into Aunt Emilyâs wonderful home that I had made several observations.
First of all was the fact that I noticed a total absence of anything manly, anywhere in the house. On the other hand, feminine touches seemed to grace everything, from her bedroom, to the kitchen, and even to the living room with its soothing pastel colors.
But more than anything in the house was Aunt Emily herself. I had never met a more âgirly-girlâ than her. She had an air about her that was indescribable, yet always present. Her make-up was always flawless, emphasizing her devastating green eyes with her long feminine lashes and her full, luscious lips that seemed ready to kiss me at any moment. I had come to savor those kisses, even if they were completely platonic.
She walked with a delicate, sashaying grace, especially in her high heels and her voice was of a musical quality that sent shivers down my spine. Her very femininity seemed to suc-k the manliness out of me, making me feel out of place in my new home.
But I also found myself gaping like an idiot at her lovely, mouth watering breasts on a regular basis. She seemed to be totally unaware that she was driving me insane with her tight blouses and low cut tops. Maybe it was because I was too young for her to think of me in that way. I certainly didnât know much about womenâs bodies and I wouldnât have known what to do with their breasts even if they were made available, but they excited me anyway. I found myself masturbating furiously several times a day to try and get some kind of relief from the constant visual image of Aunt Emily that teased me on a daily basis. I had never met a woman like her in my life and she had me under an intoxicating hypnosis of sexual temptation.
The other thing I discovered was that Aunt Emily seemed to want to treat me as if I were still a little child. I didnât mind, really, it just seemed a little eccentric though. It didnât help that I was naturally short and Aunt Emily very tall, at least taller than any other woman Iâd ever met. In her heels, she towered over me and I found myself staring at her prominent bosom which was usually at eye level for me. Several times, she had smiled down at me, placed a long nailed finger under my chin and raising it, forcing me to re-focus on her pretty face. âIâm up here, Sweetyâ, sheâd tell me with a giggle and a knowing look. This only made me blush all the more, and Iâd hope she wasnât aware that my little wiener was getting stiff, yet again.
I still had a hard time holding eye contact with my aunt, primarily because I felt so intimidated by her. I had always felt that way about gorgeous women and Aunt Emilyâs poise, confidence, and height, all conspired to make me feel like a helpless little boy, unworthy of her many kindnesses. I wanted desperately to please her in any way I could and I had unwittingly humiliated myself several times in my eagerness to do so. But Aunt Emily would always giggle good-naturedly when that happened and I would feel better afterwards.
My aunt seemed, for the most part, to be willing to give me free run of her entire home, a house which was substantially bigger than where I used to live. The one exception was a room at the end of the hall with a brightly painted pink door that had thus far, remained closed. My aunt had instructed me that it was off limits and because I was so infatuated with her, I respected her wishes, even though I was still very curious to know what was in it and why she wouldnât grant me access.
I surmised that Aunt Emily had very sexy tastes in her more private clothes because I had discovered several catalogs lying around end tables in her living room. I found Victoriaâs Secret, Frederickâs, and several others Iâd never seen before. They excited me almost as much as my aunt, although I spent a considerable amount of my time imagining her in various states of undress, wearing the exciting underwear pictured in the catalogs. I had no idea what her bra size was but I figured it had to be incredible. This was a question that occupied my mind on a regular basis and every time I saw Aunt Emily, I found myself in a near constant state of arousal.
I also had a budding fetish with panties and besides enjoying seeing them on women, I secretly harbored a shameful fantasy of wearing them myself. I knew it was wrong but I couldnât help myself and I often gazed at the pictures wondering what it would be like to wear a particularly frilly pair.
It was on one evening that I came across a catalog I hadnât seen before called Prissyâs Fashions, lying face down under some others, almost as if it had been deliberately hidden. Intrigued, I picked it up with unrestrained interest and began thumbing through it. Glancing over my shoulder, I verified that my aunt was still occupied in the kitchen preparing dinner, before devoting my full attention to the fascinating magazine.
Turning the pages, I found myself enraptured by some of the unique items they sold. In the first section, labeled Sissywear, I saw youths wearing articles of clothing that were clearly designed to look feminine and well, sissyish. My heart started thumping in my chest as I gazed breathlessly at the pretty panties they wore, hugging their round, firm young bottoms. I knew this went against everything my father had taught me, but the images made me rock hard and excited, striking a nerve I had tried many times before to deny.
So caught up was I in the catalog before me, that I was completely unaware of the fact that Aunt Emily had walked out of the kitchen and was now standing behind me, observing me in silence.
Slowly, she bent over the back of the couch so she could practically whisper in my ear.
âLooks like my little boy likes panties, hmm?â
I was so surprised that the magazine fell out of my hand abruptly and I jerked around to face my aunt, red faced and ashamed.
âOh no! No Aunt Emilyâhonest!â I blurted out, but my reddening face belied the truth.
My aunt smiled knowingly, her pretty eyes dancing with delight. With her usual grace, she walked around and sat down beside me, while I trembled with fear and mortal shame. As she settled next to me, her skirt rode upwards, exposing her smooth, firm thighs to the nervous boy next to her. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my forehead as I contemplated what my stunning aunt would do to me.
âJoshy, are you a sissy?â she asked me softly.
âN-noâno Maâam,â I spluttered, hoping the added formality would placate her. I couldnât face to look at her and my cheeks were burning red as it was, so I stared down at the floor in front of me, trying to ignore the expanse of smooth bare skin next to my own.
Aunt Emily smiled warmly and placed her slim, soft hand on my chin, turning me to face her.
âJoshy, are you a sissy?â she asked me again.
I could feel my cheeks blazing and I felt unable to resist this very adult womanâs intentions.
âN-noâHon-honest!â I bleated.
âIts okay, Joshy,â she said, her voice lowering to almost a whisper, âI donât mind if you want to wear panties.â
I was too ashamed to utter a word. I stared at the floor, clenching and unclenching my hands, wishing the couch would swallow me up and take me away from here.
Aunt Emily smiled and slowly reached down, unbuttoning the straining top button on her halter as if she were suddenly too hot. My gaze shifted as I tried to sneak a look down her top at the deep cleavage now even more exposed.
I had never seen this much of a real woman before and my heartbeat was racing like a panicked horse. The warm light of the fireplace cast deep shadows in the soft cleft between Aunt Emilyâs tremendous boobs but I could still make out the clasp of her lacy white bra that was now partially visible. I could see that the fullness of her breasts were causing them to mash against one another and gulped hard with excitement.
Reaching down, she picked up the catalog and placed it on my lap, opening it back up to the page I had been looking at.
âWhy donât you show me which panties you like,â she softly suggested, her manner warm and comforting.
I was far too embarrassed to do any such thing and I tried to clear my throat, unable to speak coherently.
Sensing my intense embarrassment, Aunt Emily pointed out a pair of pink panties that were see-thru and decorated with frilly lace around the legs openings.
âHow about these?â she asked softly, âDo you like them?â
I could feel my boner raging within my pants and I nodded my head even as I blushed further.
âMm-hm,â she said, âand how about these?â she asked, pointing out as pair of ruffled rhumba panties in baby blue.
I nodded again, wishing I could run away but also wishing I could reach down and stroke my poor throbbing peanut.
Aunt Emily flipped a page and seemed to be scanning the other choices available.
âThese sure are cute,â she commented as she pointed her long, manicured nail at a pair of yellow flowered panties.
I merely nodded my head in silence, regretting that I didnât have the courage to tell her that I loved them all.
âWell I think Iâll just order these and you can have all kinds of fun trying them onâwhat do you think of that?â
I was panting with excitement, both at the prospect of her suggestion, but also because I knew there was a strong possibility I might have to show my pretty aunt what they looked like on me. It was one thing to wear them in the privacy of my bedroomâsomething Iâd only fantasized about until nowâbut to wear them in front of my aunt? The thought was too much for me to handle. My boner throbbed relentlessly in my pants, craving attention desperately.
With a smile, Aunt Emily hugged my face to her soft, plump bosom, patting my head reassuringly.
âDonât you worry my little baby,â she whispered in his ear, âAunt Emilyâs going to take good care of you.â