Chapter 4: Bedtime with Cousin Martha

When I returned, Martha asked me if I was feeling hot. I said I was. She said "Well, we can't have that. Go ahead and take off all your clothes."

I replied, "Well, I want to keep my underwear, okay?"

"No, everything," she said as she sat down to light a cigarette. "Take it all off."

I hesitated, then removed my shirt, sneakers, socks, and belt.

She took a drag, then lit a few candles on the shelf behind her. The light outside was fading. I slowly dropped my pants to my knees.

"All the way, and the underwear too." She pointed to my BVDs and waggled her painted nail at them.

I dropped my underpants. My tiny little hairless pre-pube boycock was fully exposed.

"Kick away the clothes into a little pile, Jamie" she said, pointing to a spot on the floor near me.

I did. She stood as I covered my naked genitals. She bent to scoop up all of my clothing, then strode to the laundry nook and threw them out the window.

I stood, wide-eyed at her action, as she knocked on the girls' door. "Come out, girls!" she called.

The girls filed out, curious looks on their faces as each spotted me standing quite naked in the middle of the living room.

"I just explained to Jamie that when it's hot, we strip in this house. And since it's going to be a hot summer, I threw all his clothes away. I'll be doing the same with his suitcase in my room. Of course, you girls can dress a bit if you like, because I know girls like to look pretty and sometimes you need a bit of clothes."

My girl-cousins nodded. My sister smiled devilishly at me.

"Girls, let's all strip so Jamie doesn't feel uncomfortable, okay?" said Martha.

They all stripped down to nothing. Martha had a trimmed blonde bush, and my sister her wispy light-brown pussy fringe, but my girl-cousins were carrying just blonde fuzz down there.

"Okay, you all can go play, but get to bed when you're tired, girls," Martha dismissed them. They trotted off, hair bouncing and tight naked butts flexing.

"Now, Jamie, time for bed. Come with me." Martha grasped my right arm as she said this, and guided me gently to her room. A few candles were accompanied by two glass-tubed hurricane lamps burning whale oil to light up her room nicely. "On the bed, your side is on the right," she directed me.

I lay on the right, face up. She stepped over to my side and bent down so that her huge round full breasts tickled across my cheeks and lips.

"Every night, Jamie, we're making love. I'm making you into my little boy sex-slave," she whispered into my ear. Her body scent and sweet strong perfume filled my senses.

"And I'll keep you here with this little reminder," were her words as she knelt down and fished under the bed for a moment. She pulled out a length of chain, rattling the thick links across the wooden

floorboards. She showed me the single leg-cuff attached to the end of the chain. She closed the ring around my right ankle, then reached under the bed again to bring out a heavy padlock. She used this to lock my ankle inside the steel cuff. The single chain and cuff was long enough to allow me to move about freely upon the bed, or in a small radius upon the floor around the bed, but no more.