Before we reached the top of the staircase, Tammy cried, “Wait a minute! Stay here with the baby. I’ll be back in a second.” I tottered wildly when she unexpectedly released my hand, and she whirled around and dashed back into the Nursery. When she returned, the gorgeous blonde teenager was carrying the tiny camcorder from the bathroom, and she slid past us on the landing and bounded down the stairs ahead of us. As soon as she reached the ground, she turned to us and placed the camcorder viewer to her eye. I could see the red recording light blinking as she aimed the lens at us. “I think our precious Baby Jennie should like, bump her way down the stairs on her big fat diapered bottom, like a real little baby girl. After all, that’s what she is, you know?”
“Good idea,” agreed Bonnie with a malicious grin, and my cousin relaxed her tenacious grip on my wrist. “Sit down there on the top step, Baby Jennie, and show, Aunty Tammy how you bump your way downstairs on that big puffy bot-bot, like the sweet little baby girl you are.”
I knew there was no point objecting and obediently sat where she indicated, my glistening pink patent ballet flats resting on the carpeted step below. I carefully placed my wide-splayed feet on the next step down, and slid my heavily diapered rear forward, till my rustling pink PVC panties slipped far enough over the edge to let my tender padded rear drop with a loud ‘plop’ to the step where my feet had been. Then I slid my slippery leather-soled shoes down to the next step, and repeated the humiliating infantile procedure, my cheeks burning with shame. I started to wet again as I plopped onto the third step down, and warm wee-wees slowly trickled out of my shrivelled clittie into my thirsty thick nappy as I slowly padded downstairs like a clumsy toddler. I continued on my noisy plastic-sheathed bottom in this mortifying manner every step of the way, and my pink cheeks turned a rosier hue when Tammy chuckled richly as she filmed my unmistakable infantile antics.
Tammy was desperately trying to keep from bursting into fits of laughter, probably because she didn’t want the record, she was making to be blurred by the uncontrollable shaking of her hands. She wanted to make sure that anyone who viewed this humiliating scene later, would know that I was the overgrown baby girl in the pretty pink outfit, slowly shuffling downstairs on her big diapered botty. When I finally reached the bottom, the girls wouldn’t let me stand. They insisted I crawl down the hallway into the kitchen on all fours since I was such a helpless little baby, and giggling Tammy filmed my shameful slow progress every humiliating inch of the way. The rustling chiffon petties and dangling pink dress hem caught under my hands and knees, making life more difficult and impeding my clumsy movements even more. The chortling teenagers slowly followed me as I awkwardly shuffled all the way to the kitchen, laughing and snidely commenting on the way my huge pink padded rear swished and swayed so femininely from side to side.
As soon as I crawled within reach of the high chair, Bonnie grabbed me around my slender waist and dragged me to my feet. “Upsa-daisy, Baby Jennie!” She twirled me around, making my rustling white chiffon petties dance and sway, before grabbing my padded hips and hoisting me into the air. She thrust my damp puffy rear into the pink high chair seat, and after Tammy placed the blinking camera on the breakfast bench directed at me, the two beautiful teens worked together like a well-oiled machine. While Tammy slid the pink wooden tray over the chair arms and securely locked it in place, Bonnie pulled the worn white leather seat belt tightly around my waist over my pink cotton frock and bunched chiffon petties, before buckling the end safely out of my reach behind my back. My bladder reacted normally to the increased pressure by emptying the remainder of its contents into my already damp nappy, without any conscious control from me. The half-moon cut-out of the high chair tray pressed against my overloaded tummy, and I ineffectually tried to wriggle back a few millimeters to give my poor bloated stomach some relief. The normally soft nappies felt scratchy and irritating on my tender bottom, as I painfully shifted from cheek to bruised cheek.
Bonnie clipped a clean baby-blue bib around my neck while she began reminiscing about how our relationship went sour. “When I was fourteen and April was seventeen, we were about the same size. She was an inch or so taller, but she was so skinny at that age; I outweighed her by like, ten kilos.”
“Wow! She must have been thin,” interjected Tammy enviously, and my buxom cousin briefly frowned in annoyance. Bonnie placed her voluminous brown leather shoulder bag on my tray, and started searching inside. After a few moments of poking around the rattling contents, she produced a small beige make-up purse with a shiny brass snap clip.
“Here we are!” Bonnie cried victoriously. “I put together a little make-up kit for my precious little niece. I know how much she loves looking like a pretty little girl. Don’t worry, sweetie,” she mockingly reassured me, when she saw my worried, embarrassed expression. “These are all in your correct summer colors.” Both girls giggled at this thoughtful comment as Bonnie pawed through her bag to produce two more items, which she handed to Tammy before continuing her story.
“So a few years ago, Aunty Isy was visiting us with her little Jeremy one summer Saturday afternoon, as usual, and we’d all been swimming in our pool. Angelica wasn’t born then, but I’m pretty sure Aunty Isy was pregnant with a baby bump. When April and I went to our rooms later to shower and change, my sneaky little ten-year-old cousin followed us.” My chatty cousin placed her huge leather handbag aside on the kitchen bench, and then snapped open the small beige purse. She tipped the contents onto my pink tray, and I glanced down in nervous anticipation at the feminine items noisily spilling out in front of me. I already recognised the lipstick and mascara she’d previously used on me, and I spotted a tiny pink pot of blusher and a small applicator brush, as well. There was also a brown eyebrow pencil and a pink lip-liner, which was the first item Bonnie selected, after she yanked out my dumdums and handed it to her smirking friend.
“Stretch your lips like Aunty Bonnie, sweetheart,” she crooned to me like a loving parent, and I matched her expression with more expertise this time. Tammy giggled as my bossy brunette cousin heavily outlined my puffy pink lips with the darker pink pencil. When she finished, Bonnie ordered, “Keep those lips stretched wide for me, little girl.” She reached behind her while watching my mouth closely, and Tammy slapped a small vial into her open palm like a theatre nurse delivering surgical instruments to a waiting surgeon’s hand. Grinning maniacally, my cousin unscrewed the tiny vial and with the small pink brush attached to the lid, began to fill in between the lines she had drawn around my obediently parted lips. “I’ve always been good at like, hair and make-up and stuff, you know? Even when I was little,” she commented, before frowning and biting her plump bottom lip in concentration.
“I’ll say!” Tammy enthusiastically agreed.
“Much better than April,” Bonnie continued, as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “By the time I was a teenager, I was even better with make-up than my mum – and she’s really good at it,” she reluctantly admitted. “Anyway, when we’d showered after swimming, April asked me to like, trim her pubes.”
“What?” Tammy gasped, and Bonnie turned to face her to explain.
“You know, trim her pubic bush. April’s always been a bit… you know, hairy down there. She knew I was better at it than her, and she often like, asked me to trim her pubes, so it would look neat for her boyfriend, you know?”
“Oh, okay,” Tammy replied with a hint of uncertainty, but the pointed tip of her tiny pink tongue darted out to lick her suddenly dry lips. I had no idea what Bonnie was talking about, and wondered what ‘trimming April’s pubes’ had to do with her hating me. But I remained silent and tried to listen attentively, as my cousin returned to carefully paint my stretched lips with the pink stain again.
“So there we were, stark-naked after our showers. April was lying on her back on her damp towel spread on her bed, with her feet on the floor, and she like called to me to come and give her a hand. When I wandered in she had her nail scissors in her hand, and she begged me to like, trim the edges of her muff. Her boyfriend Trevor didn’t like it when the hair got in his mouth, you know?” Both gorgeous teens giggled at that risqué comment, and then they glanced down appraisingly at me, to see if I understood the import of their conversation. When I didn’t react, they merely grinned and nodded sagely to each other.
While Bonnie was painting my stretched lips and dredging up the past, I was closely observing her gorgeous girlfriend. Tammy opened another small vial of clear liquid and while I watched, she painted the inside of the pink plastic guard of my dum-dums. I frowned in confusion, struggling to keep my mouth open the way Bonnie wanted, while the beautiful blonde also painted the neck of the amber rubber teat with the clear sticky liquid. For a moment I thought the tiny bottle contained the same stuff that seeped out of my clittie whenever I became too excited, and I grimaced in disgust. “Keep your mouth still!” Bonnie snapped in irritation, and I anxiously glanced at her glowering golden eyes and concentrated on holding my lips the way she wanted. When she finished with the tiny pink vial, my cousin carefully screwed on the lid and handed it back to the gorgeous grinning girl behind her, before continuing her story.
“I didn’t mind giving my big sister’s bush a quick trim, so I took the scissors and like, knelt on the floor between her spread thighs, you know? I carefully trimmed the little black curls from around April’s pussy lips, and then like, pursed my lips, leaned in close, and gently blew the cut hairs away from her damp snatch. She loved that!” Bonnie giggled at the naughty memory before continuing, mimicking her big sister’s voice with unerring accuracy. “She grabbed my head with one hand and stopped me from backing away, and sighed with pleasure. ‘Don’t stop, Bonnie!’ April ordered me. ‘Do that again. Oh yes, like that! Don’t stop! Oh yes, lick me like that! Oh! Don’t… stop! Oh… yes! Don’t… stop!’ You should have heard her squeal when I touched her clit with my tongue!” Bonnie laughed uproariously, and didn’t notice her pretty friend’s cheeks had blushed rosily during her erotic description of illicit love. Tammy’s wet pink tongue slipped out to run the length of her full dry lips, and her eyelids lowered seductively. While my cousin was vividly describing the incestuous lesbian encounter, I had a sudden flashback to that summer afternoon at Aunty Cath’s, all those years ago.
I had grown tired of swimming and climbed out of the pool, needing to run to the toilet again. Mummy was always on my back those days, asking me every twenty minutes if I needed to go to the bathroom, and endlessly reminding me not to pee in the pool and embarrass her like last time. Whenever we went to our cousin’s place to go swimming, my pushy Aunty always gave me some weird orange lollies to eat as soon as we arrived. When I finally saw the bottle they came from and checked the label, I realized she was feeding me chewy orange-flavored vitamin C tablets. Apart from being good for me, I later learned that the excess vitamin C was quickly excreted in my urine, turning it a dark golden-yellow. The sole intent of my over-protective Aunty was so that she could tell if I had uncontrollably peed in her precious pool again.
The tablets also contained high levels of sodium ascorbate, which significantly increased my thirst – and consequently, my urinary output. When I climbed out of the water to use the toilet again for the fifth or sixth time that sunny afternoon, the only toilet in the outside cabana beside the pool was already occupied. I rapidly dried myself off with my towel and then tossed it aside as I urgently shuffled toward the house, intending to use the main bathroom downstairs. But when I timidly knocked on the locked bathroom door, I heard my mother’s sharp reply. “I’m busy in here! I’ll be out in a minute.” Grabbing the leaking head of my tiny shrivelled pain through my cold, damp swimming trunks in desperation, I hurriedly trotted through the house, intending to use the girls’ bathroom. When I reached Bonnie’s bedroom door, I unfortunately found it closed and locked. I whimpered in pain as I stumbled to the next door – April’s – and quietly turned the knob. The white painted door swung open without a sound, to reveal my attractive teenage cousins in a very compromising position.
I remember freezing at the astounding sight confronting me, my blue eyes wide and my mouth gaping in shock. Both girls were completely naked, and April was lying back on her bed, side-on to me. Bonnie was kneeling with her face between her big sister’s splayed thighs, and I could see the top of her head slowly bobbing up and down. I heard my raven-haired older cousin slowly moan, “Ohh! Don’t! Stop!” She had her fingers twined in Bonnie’s long chestnut hair, and it looked as though she was trying to push the kneeling girl’s face away from her private parts.
I suddenly realized I had accidentally relaxed my grip on my straining peenie, and totally beyond my control, my full bladder began emptying into my cossie and trickling out onto my Aunty’s new beige broadloom carpet. I silently turned and ran barefoot for the back door, unsuccessfully trying to hold my streaming tap closed before I made too big a mess on the floor. As I dashed past the main bathroom door, my mother stepped out and impulsively grabbed me by the arm, unintentionally breaking my death-like grip on the head of my peenie. I shrieked in distress as my overburdened bladder exploded, hot wee-wee gushing into my cold damp swimming costume and running in warm streams down both legs.
“Oh no, Jeremy! Not again!” My mother groaned loudly in despair, and she thrust me into the recently vacated bathroom and swiftly lifted me onto the toilet. My swimming costume was still in place as the warm wee-wees poured out of my peenie, to fortunately splash into the toilet bowl underneath my shivering wet bottom. “You’re a naughty, naughty little boy!” Mummy fumed, wagging a finger at me like I was an out-of-control toddler. “Why didn’t you go to the toilet when I reminded you earlier?”
“I did!” I wailed like a teary schoolgirl. “But I had to go again, and the b-b-bathroom outside was b-b-busy, and y-y-you were in here! I tried to use the g-g-girls’ bathroom down the hall, but- but- but-” Mummy ignored my snivelled stuttering protests and using the bathmat, wiped up the golden trail of wee-wee I’d left on the bathroom tiles.
“Oh no!” Aunty Cath stuck her head in the open bathroom door, callously disregarding my privacy when she furiously complained, “Who made this wet mess on my new carpet? As if I didn’t already know.”
“The girls were busy playing doctor,” I sobbingly concluded, even as my Mummy turned to her sister to apologize for my infantile lack of bladder control.
Before she could utter another word, Aunty Cath incredulously demanded, “What? Who was playing doctor?”
I blushed with fresh humiliation when she strode into the bright tiled bathroom and glared at me, sitting on the toilet peeing like a girl. I continued noisily urinating through my swimming costume as I tearfully replied, “April and B-B-Bonnie. They were playing d-d-doctor in April’s bedroom, so I couldn’t use their b-b-bathroom, and I…” My stammering voice trailed off when I realized Aunty Cath wasn’t listening, She had vanished up the hallway, following the wet trail I had unfortunately left behind. As soon as Mummy was sure I had finished weeing, she lifted me off the toilet and ripped down my wet cossie, tersely ordering me to step out of the dripping togs and jump in the warm shower. While I obeyed her stern instructions she turned to follow her sister, and we both heard the penetrating scream of alarm from the other end of the house.
Bonnie dragged me back to the present when she ordered me to keep my freshly-painted mouth open, and my wet lips stretched wide while the pink stain dried. Then she expertly brushed mascara on my lengthened lashes top and bottom, while she continued telling Tammy her story. “Mum came running into April’s bedroom and caught me with my face like, buried between my sister’s legs. You should have heard her scream!”
“Oh no! What did you do?” Tammy demanded in breathless fascination, her brown eyes shining as she shifted from foot to foot while surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together.
“We both jumped up and tried to deny everything, telling her I was only like, trimming April’s pubes. But then Aunty Isy wandered in, too, and mum made us repeat the story. We could see that neither of them believed us. Hang on a sec. I have to concentrate for a minute while I do this.”
Bonnie then penciled in my heavily plucked eyebrows, frowning with concentration when she delicately tidied them with a tiny stiff paintbrush from her own make-up kit. She was humming in satisfaction by the time she brushed some lightly-perfumed pink blusher over my high cheekbones, and I was grateful when she let me relax my straining pink lips. “Her curls have fallen out a bit at the back,” Tammy complained, running her slender fingers through the damp platinum curls behind my neck. “Ew! They’re wet!”
Bonnie laughed and cuttingly replied, “Probably with my piss. Those curls will wash out, but don’t worry. We’re going to give our gorgeous widdle baby girl a permanent at my salon this Saturday!”
“Really?” Tammy questioned in wide-eyed disbelief, as she wiped her glistening fingers on my baby-blue bibbie. My cousin packed away my new beauty products in the beige purse, except for the familiar gold tube of lipstick.
“Yes, I’m going to take Baby Jennie with me to my beauty salon again on Saturday morning, and we’re going to give her a permanent halo of gorgeous blonde curls that won’t wash out.” Bonnie gently wiped the ball of her right thumb across my pink painted lips, to check if they were dry.
“No matter how many times you piss on her,” Tammy spitefully added, and both beautiful teens burst into loud guffaws when my painted cheeks blushed a rosier hue than the rouge, and I sulkily frowned at their wicked teasing.
“Her lips are dry,” Bonnie commented professionally, before nastily pinching my protruding pink bottom lip and giving it a hard yank, till I squealed in pain. “You can give baby back her dummy now.” Tammy gleefully grabbed my pacifier from the bench, and leaned over the highchair tray to ruthlessly press the oversized infant soother between my compliantly parted lips.
“Here you go, Baby Jennie,” Tammy snickered, as she clipped the dangling pink plastic chain to the collar of my baby-blue bibbie. “You have a lovely suck on your dummy teat.” The distinct smell of cloves filled my nostrils and my stained pink lips tingled when I drew the amber rubber teat deeply into my mouth, sucking earnestly on the big baby pacifier for the comfort it usually gave me. “Let’s hear you sucking, baby girl. That’s it, suck your dum-dums for Aunty Tammy, baby. Nice and loud, now,” Tammy insisted in treacle tones.
I slurped noisily on my dum-dums and tried to block out their cruel comments, and cast my mind back to the memories of that afternoon. After I stepped out of Aunty Cath’s shower and dried myself, I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and timidly shuffled down the hall, to where I could hear the sounds of strident voices arguing. I realised with shame I had peed all over Aunty Cath’s new carpet, and my stomach lurched when I anticipated the trouble that irresponsible infantile act would entail. “I want the truth!” I heard Aunty Cath thunder, and she sounded so angry, my fumbling footsteps faltered. I nervously peeked into April’s bedroom and spied my two beautiful teenage cousins standing naked and shame-faced in front of Mummy and Aunty Cath. When April glanced towards the doorway and saw me looking at her, my sixteen-year-old cousin immediately covered her small exposed breasts with one forearm and her black furry mound with her other hand. Bonnie merely gazed down contemptuously at me and proudly thrust out her rapidly developing bosom, her small triangle of pale brown curls focusing my eyes between her long brown legs. When Aunty Cath glanced over her shoulder and saw me shyly peeping from the doorway, her frown deepened.
“You!” my Aunty snarled accusingly, and I winced in shame and fear. “You naughty little pants-wetter, get in here!” Her emerald eyes were bright with anger as I reluctantly shuffled inside, and April frantically wrapped her damp towel around her naked body. Bonnie stood there staring defiantly at her mother with her fists clenched by her sides, her stiff pink nipples poking out provocatively and her huge golden eyes glistening.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Bonnie piercingly protested, her pretty face flushed red with a combination of shame and anger I would come to know only too well.
“Shut up!” Her mother yelled in reply. “I’m going to ask little Jerry here, and see what he says – and I don’t want to hear one word from either of you girls.” I shuddered at being involved in this bitter family dispute, but before I could consider what the girls wanted me to say, my Aunty demanded; “Jerry? Tell me what you saw going on in here between my daughters?” When I guiltily glanced at my compromised cousins, my Aunty snapped. “Don’t look at them! Look at me! Tell me what you saw going on in here, while you were standing out there pissing on my brand-new carpet.”
My cheeks blazing with shame, I haltingly described the taboo scene that confronted my innocent young eyes when I silently opened April’s bedroom door. “A-April was lying on her b-b-bed,” I stuttered, “and B-B-Bonnie was kneeling on the floor with her face between April’s legs-”
“You little shit! I was only-”
“Silence, Bonnie!” My Aunty roared so loudly it startled me, and I was thankful my bladder was mostly empty as I nervously wrapped the damp towel more tightly around my waist. I pressed one hand over my tiny peenie, cupping my unreliable tool with the absorbent terry towelling just in case. “Go on, Jerry,” Aunty Cath ordered in a slightly calmer tone, her beautiful face as black as a thundercloud.
“I-I-I dunno,” I finished lamely, even as I captured a tiny warm trickle in my cupped palm and clutched the damp towel tighter to my leaky peenie. “Bonnie’s head was moving up and d-d-down between April’s legs, and April was telling her to stop-”
“She was not!” Bonnie protested vehemently.
“Bonnie! One more word out of you, and I’m getting out the punishment paddle!”
“She was too!” I shrilly insisted. “April was trying to push her away, and she was telling B-B-Bonnie to stop, and she w-w-wouldn’t!” Aunty Cath turned away from me to confront her daughters, and I noticed April wore a tiny embarrassed smile, while Bonnie’s pretty face was scarlet with rage.
“I think I’ve heard enough,” my Aunty fumed in a voice cold enough to freeze the blood. “Isy, after you and your little piddle-pants have cleaned up that mess in the hallway, could you please let yourselves out? I need to have a little ‘mother-daughter’ chat with my girls. Go to your room, Bonnie, and don’t bother putting any pants on. I’ll be in with the paddle to deal with your sluttish behaviour shortly. And as for you, April…” My mother rapidly dragged me out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind us, so I didn’t hear what Aunty Cath had to say to my elder cousin. After I changed into my clothes in the cabana, Mum made me fetch a bucket with warm water in it, and a rag. She sprayed the dark trail of wee-wee along the hallway with carpet cleaner, and afterwards I had to crawl around on my hands and knees, and scrub the stinky chemical solution till it foamed.