My Feminine Nephew - Part 2

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I couldn't really complain about loss of closet and dresser space as I had ample of that. And in the process of Erik moving everything from "his" bedroom into "our" bedroom, he organized all my items of clothing neatly, caught up on my laundry, threw out my items that were too old or worn to wear, and gave me lists of some new items I needed to buy. It was kind of a shock the first time I mistakenly opened Erik's closet and found it full of Keri's clothes. But Erik had been gradually wearing less and less of hisold clothes and more and more of Keri's clothes and within several weeks of moving into "our" bedroom all his old clothes were gone and he was wearing girl's clothing exclusively. In addition to her clothing he had also begun wearing some of her jewelry - rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings and the like - and also her cosmetics, make-up and body care products as well. After a month or so anyone who didn't know that Erik was a boy would think he was a pretty girl in her early 20's - a bit on the thin side perhaps, but his dress, speech and mannerisms had all slowly become more feminine.

As far as our sleeping in the same bed, that had gradually progressed as well. The first week or two Erik generally slept on his own side of the bed, occasionally tossing and turning during the night and sometimes ending over on my side by morning. But we gradually started going to bed and rising in the morning at the same time - crawling into bed together at night, exchanging good night kisses, and then falling asleep in each other's arms. One night though, as I was falling asleep I felt one of Erik's hands slowly slide down to my crotch and, when I didn't protest, he gently begin to stroke my penis.

As I hardened in his grasp he began stroking harder and more swiftly, shortly bringing me to an orgasm and spraying my cum onto our bodies. I felt it only my duty then to reach down, grasp his larger penis, and stroke it till he added his semen to mine and we could lie in our sticky embrace as we went to sleep. Erik was aware of my fascination with his tiny breasts and one night he gently guided my head down to his chest where I could lick his puffy nipples and then take them in my mouth and suck on them as he moaned in pleasure and played with my cock at the same time. So Erik and I eventually developed an active, if not conventional, sex life.

Right around that time, Erik decided that he did want to get his driver's license after all, so he studied a little, practiced a little, and passed the tests with flying colors. I suspect that he just didn't like my driving as I have a tendency to start thinking about what's going on with my businesses and lose concentration on my driving:

"Uh, you knew that you didn't stop for that stop sign."

"There was a stop sign back there? Guess I missed it. But nothing bad happened."

"Nothing bad unless you think about that lady pushing her kid in a stroller in the crosswalk that you almost clipped."

So whenever the two of us are out in the car now, Erik will be driving - and I have to admit that it's nice to sit back and relax and let him worry about ladies and kids in crosswalks.

Things pretty much went on like that for a number of months. I was busy at work. Erik was busy keeping house. And in the evenings we spent time together. As Erik got into this routine he became a more efficient housekeeper and found that he had several hours of free time in the afternoons. So whenever the weather was good, which is most of the time in Arizona, after his chores were done he'd strip off his clothes, slather on a thick coating of SPF lotion, and sunbathe by the pool on the patio. His normal Asian yellowish-tan skin tone slowly darkened to a deep mahogany color. And with his long black hair, vivid black eyes, mahogany skin, and full red lips often parted in a smile that revealed his bright white teeth, he really looked. well, exotic.

Often when I came home in the evening, if he'd been sunbathing on the patio when I emerged from the house he'd jump up and run over to me with his girl breasts bouncing and his long cock swinging back and forth and slapping against his thighs, and give me a greasy embrace as he held his face up so that I could kiss him. Of course, after that, I'd have to strip off my stained clothes so that they could be laundered and then Erik and I could frolic in the pool till it was time to prepare dinner. The first time we did this was when I noticed that he had this cute little patch of pubic hair just above his penis, on his otherwise hairless body. I was so fascinated by this little patch of hair that often when we were in bed after that, I'd gently run my fingers through it to tease him and get Erik excited and then we'd have sex. As I sucked on his breasts and he played with my cock, or as we played with each other's cocks I couldn't help but think about how beautiful his cock was and how much I loved looking at it and holding it in my hands.

Eventually, I noticed that over time Erik's prodigious appetite had an effect. He had gained weight. Where I could previously have counted his individual ribs they were now hidden under a soft layer of padding. His face was fuller and more rounded and while he could not be called fat, or even chubby for that matter, Keri's clothes that had formerly fit him loosely now tightly molded themselves to his body, showing off his new shape and curves. His "flat" boy's rear end had developed into a luscious girl's derriere which bounced and jiggled as he walked. And his breasts were also larger, at least a B-cup now and possibly even a C- cup, that instead of sticking out in perky cones, now settled down on his chest as rounded globes of soft flesh. Erik must have been aware of the changes as whenever he was wearing clothes, he chose them to show off his new shape to the best advantage. His shorts were tight and low-cut, revealing two soft bulges of flesh swelling out beneath them. And he chose his low-cut tops to shape his breasts so as to reveal a truly amazing amount of cleavage that threatened to burst out in a tidal wave of soft breast tissue whenever he bent forward - which he often did for effect.

As long as Erik would drop me off at the office when he wanted the car for some errands, and then pick me up later on, he began coming into the office and helping out a little to pass the time till I was ready for him to drive me home. It turns out that he had a real flair for Microsoft Office and the accounting software we used. And as he was closer in age to many of the younger workers he developed a good rapport with them and began making work assignments and solving most of the day-to-day issues that came up without even needing to ask me for help. It got so that there were usually several days a week when I didn't feel like going into the office and Erik could go in and run things, leaving me free to relax and putter around the house, doing some cooking, cleaning, and lounging by the pool. And if there were any errands to be run, or shopping to do I'd just make up a list for Erik the night before and he'd take care of all that the next day.

A month or so ago we had been in bed and preparing to masturbate each when he said, "Uh, Tom, could we try something different tonight?"

"Guess so. What?"

"I'd like to have you give me a blow job?"

Man, that set me back for a moment. I was kind of okay with touching another guy's cock, especially if he was playing with mine at the same time, but taking his cock in my mouth? That was way different than anything that I'd done before. But I looked over at Erik and he looked back at me with his beautiful almond eyes, licked his pouty lips with his tongue, and whispered, "Please? Pretty please?"

How could I refuse a request like that and so several minutes later Erik was naked and on his back on the bed and I was kneeling over him with my face inches from his big cock. I looked at it for a moment and Erik must have been getting turned on by the anticipation of feeling my mouth on it as I could see it swelling and beginning to lift up and point toward my mouth. I slowly bent down and gently kissed its tip. Erik gasped and his body flinched as if from a shock. Feeling a bit bolder I leaned farther forward and began to lick its head with my tongue, then take the head into my mouth and gently suck on it. Erik was now moaning in pleasure as I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth and began to suck on it, harder and harder. His cock was now glistening and lubricated with my saliva as I began to move slowly up and down on it, helped by Erik who was now thrusting his body upward, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, he let out a loud gasp as his body jerked with a spasm and I could feel jet after jet of his hot cums quirting into my mouth and down my throat as I struggled to swallow it.

Both exhausted by our efforts we just lay there for many minutes, Erik on his back and me with my mouth down in his crotch, gently licking and sucking on his cock as it slowly shrank back to its normal size.

That was the first time I'd ever given someone a blowjob, and it was not to be the last! In a way, it was almost embarrassing, for after that first time when I went down on Erik and enjoyed it so much, I became obsessed with the guy's cocks. Whenever I was out shopping or at work and saw a guy wearing tight jeans with a bulge in the crotch, I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to the thought of what was hidden inside those bulging jeans and I'd get horny and feel myself getting an erection. Or if I was watching TV and happened to see a guy with a big "package" I'd get so horny that I'd hunt up Erik and help him strip off his clothes so I could get my mouth around his cock and immediately suck him off.

I woke up before Erik several weeks ago and as we were lying in bed I looked lovingly at his beautiful boy-girl's body lying next to me. After some minutes Erik awoke, saw me looking at him, and said, "Huh? Why are you looking at me? Am I drooling or something?"

I giggled as I answered him, "Of course not, silly. You're so beautiful that I just like to look at you."

"Okay, so I'm beautiful. I'll grant you that. But what's my best feature? My tits? My ass? My cock?"

"Oh, they're all fun to snuggle up to and play with," I answered, "But I think your big eyes and long lashes top the 'beauty list'."

I was silent for a moment and then Erik said, "You're beautiful yourself  but  and don't take this wrong, but you could be even more beautiful if you used some makeup." I guess I looked a little doubtful as he continued, "Come on, let's shower, and shampoo your hair, and then I'll show you what I mean."

So we showered together, and Erik did help me shampoo my hair, but the best part was when I got down on my knees and sucked on his cock while the warm water sprayed down on our soapy bodies in the steam-filled shower. After we got out of the shower and dried off Erik put conditioner on my hair, brushed and combed it into a new style, and then stood in front of me as he applied various cosmetics to my face and eyes. Then he stepped back and said, "There now, take a look at the result." I turned to the mirror, looked at my reflection, and immediately burst into tears I was so happy. I looked so different I couldn't believe it. My shoulder-length hair had been styled into a series of waves that framed my face, bright red lipstick made my lips look full and glossy, my cheeks radiated a pink glow, my eyebrows were thin and arched, and the eyeliner and eyeshadow made my eyes look so big and luminous I couldn't believe the change. "See," Erik said, "Who said that you're not beautiful?" I threw my arms around him and showered kisses on his face before he drew back and said, "Now you've smeared your lipstick, you silly thing." and I giggled and laughed at that.

Once I realized how much better I could look, I began wearing makeup on a regular basis and started spending an hour or so every morning making myself beautiful for Erik.

Lately, whenever Erik was lying on his back in our bed and I was kneeling over him with his cock in my mouth he'd begun to slide a lubricated finger up into my asshole and stroke that in and out as I sucked on his cock, which drove me to even greater levels of excitement. Eventually one night he asked, "Uh, Tom, uh, could we try something else tonight where, where I'm on top and do most of the work."

I had no idea what Erik was talking about but I was so in love with him that I was willing to try anything so I just whispered, "Uh. Yeah. Sure.

But just be gentle with me, please?"

Erik smiled and had me roll over on my stomach as I heard him getting something from the nightstand by our bed and then felt something pressing up against my asshole. I realized that it was his cock and as he pressed it harder and harder against me I felt its head pop inside me and then its lubricated length begin to slide into me, deeper, and deeper and deeper. I couldn't control myself and began squealing in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out of me and I began to hump my ass up to meet his thrusts, forcing his huge cock even deeper into me.

After several minutes he gave one huge thrust and I could feel the pressure inside me as he shot his cum into me as I gave one last squeal of delight and he collapsed on top of me.

While I really liked getting Erick's cock in my mouth and sucking him off, having him fuck my ass was a whole new experience for me and I realized how it got me turned on way more than sucking on his cock. So while I still sucked Erick's cock whenever he'd let me, our sex began to consist more and more of me lying on my stomach with Erik on top of me, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into me as I squealed in delight.

While both Erik and I liked the results of the effort I was putting into looking nice these days, even with my makeup, hairstyle, and all, I was disappointed that Erik had much prettier clothes than I did. Erik had the wardrobe that Keri had left behind and which now fit him perfectly.

I'd tried on items of Keri's clothing but I was too tall and, uh, skinny in the wrong places for them to fit me well. I think Erik sensed my disappointment for when he returned from work at the end of the day he'd frequently begun bringing me gifts of clothing. The first time he brought me a pair of panties I was so happy that I immediately stripped, pulled on the panties, and wore nothing else around the house for several days! Shorts, blouses, slacks, and several miniskirts joined the panties and I was soon able to relegate all my "boy's clothes" to a storage box in the garage and wear my beautiful girl's clothes exclusively. The only disappointment was that the bras he brought me didn't fit well for obvious reasons, but Erik solved that problem by bringing home some silicone breast forms a week later. With the breast forms, a bra and a tight tank top that clung to what appeared to be C- cup breasts, a skimpy pair of shorts and my bright red fuck-me pumps with the 4" stiletto heels, I finally felt beautiful as I strutted around the house.

When Erik came home from the office last week he brought me a present - a small box with Victoria's Secret gift wrapping. I squealed with delight, "Oh? For Me? What is it? Pretty please?"

Erik just laughed at my eagerness and responded, "Well, the only way to find out what it contains is to open it, you silly thing."

So I opened it and found several pairs of silk panties. But ..... but ..... they had an opening in the front, like there was no crotch. "Are they supposed to be this way," I asked, "Or is there something wrong with them?"

"Try them on silly, you'll see why they're made that way."

So I tried them on and it felt really funny because my dick poked through the hole. Now my dick isn't as big as Erik's but there was still 4 inches or so of my dick poking through the hole and dangling between my legs. So I'm standing there with my dick exposed and when I walked around it just kind of waggled back and forth. Of course, it was just Erik and me at the house so I soon got over my embarrassment and decided that I liked the bright red pair with the white lace trim (even around the opening in the front) best and began wearing them most of the time.

Erik even came up with this game where he'd come up behind me, reach around and grab my dick and tug on it gently while he said, "HONK!

HONK!" And I'd giggle and stop whatever I was doing and drop to my knees on the floor in front of him and give him a blowjob. What a neat game - we play it at least once or twice a day!

It suddenly struck me this morning while I was cleaning the bathrooms after Erik had left to go to work, that I haven't left the house for several months. Well, I've left the house to sit on the patio, sunbathe or swim in the pool, or stroll the grounds outside the house. But I haven't had Erik drive me down into town or go to either of my businesses for quite some time. It's not that I can't - I'm sure that Erik would take me with him when he goes in to work every day if I just asked him - but I just don't have any interest in that anymore. It just seems so much easier and less complicated not to have to worry about driving, shopping or business stuff - plus if I'm going out where other people will see me I can't parade around in my crotchless panties, or dress up in the fuck-me "hooker's clothes" that Erik has been buying for me lately.

nd I really enjoy keeping the house looking nice for Erik, keeping it clean and doing his laundry and having a nice meal waiting for him when he comes home from work. And I can spend lots of time keeping myself looking nice for Erik. My hair now falls to almost a foot below my shoulders and after using the bleach, platinum hair color, and home permanent supplies that Erik gave me as a present several weeks ago I've now got this huge mass of tight platinum curls that frames my face. Caring for my mass of platinum curls takes me several hours every morning but Erik likes the way they look, he calls them my "hooker hairstyle," so I don't mind spending the time.

And then of course, since Erik likes my body so soft and smooth I have to shave every several days and then apply scented lotion to keep my skin soft and glowing. Add in the time for makeup, manicures, and pedicures, and all those things you can see how I really have a very busy schedule these days. But I find time to get everything done and greet Erik at the door when he returns from work and we can play HONK! HONK! before supper and then he can fuck my ass later on in bed!

I am So happy now.

The end.