They would provide an integral part of the experience, but were not needed till the very end. Christine dismissed them to the kitchen, and then invite...d Clair to come and sit down. Several colorfully wrapped boxes lay on the floor, and Clair began to unwrap them. The first few boxes contained her new underwear, the ones that she would wear through the rest of her womanhood. They were thongs, mostly, and G-strings, very skimpy, frilly things that would make good use of her bare pubic area. They. ” She obviously was not going to give up till she met Thia.“I’ll see how Thia feels about it,” I said. “That is all I’m going to promise.”“That is enough. It’s up to me to make a good impression,” Janet said.“Well you have your work cut out for you. I’ll have her bring Jon and Effie. Hell let’s invite Mica and you can take turns using me as a pinata.”“That’s a hell of an idea. I might be the peacemaker, who brings them all together.” she suggested.“I hope the fuck you are kidding,” I suggested.. Sorry. For scaring you..." I said, having trouble. I didn\\\'t apologize often, you see. "No you\\\'re not. You thought.. and still do think it was hilarious!" she objected, putting her hands on her hips. "Meh, you\\\'re right," I shrugged. That was true. No sense in lying. She shoved me. "You\\\'re horrible." Miracle told me, trying to suppress a laugh. I grinned down at her. "You\\\'re my wittle sister. Do you really think I\\\'d let big bad Freddy Krueger get you" I teased her, tickling her. I had no idea what an orgasm was and I had been warned by my parents that touching myself there was dirty. So I had never pressed the point and other than a general sense of feeling good when I touched myself there, I had not pursued this further. Aunt Clare must have noticed because I saw her take her spanking hand and wipe some moisture from it onto her jeans. I was embarrassed as I though this meant that I was dirty and unclean. This feeling grew as I saw her briefly hold her hand.