Middle Child Pleaser

Being in the middle is supposed to make you a better negotiator. What it really does is make you a better pleaser. I'm a pleaser. Our father died unexpectedly from a heart attack when he was only 48, pushing my mother and all of us into near poverty. Like a lot of women she had a do nothing degree and no work experience. At 14 I had to baby sit for my spending money.

I had older sisters to obey and younger sisters to take care of. I looked in the mirror and popping out of puberty I started to like what I saw. True enough I wasn't much different than my sisters, they were just older and fuller or younger and smaller. And I had a mother on our block who liked me babysitting and she was very complimentary of my growing physical body. She liked me and was always generous and hugged me.

After one afternoon sitting assignment, she had a surprise two year old boy, she gave me a g*ft, a small bag with two pair of panties, panties for young ladies not panties for everyday wear. She asked me to model them for her. She gently took her razor and shaved me so my young lady panties looked very pretty, tightly wrapped against me, her finger detailing my crack in the mirror. That and a kiss on the cheek.

Over the next year I learned how to wear heels, short skirts, push up bras, tight pants, lipstick, hair extensions. For being only fifteen I looked like a proper young lady of eighteen or nineteen. And she was always so complimentary of me, compared to my sisters who wore clothes from Sears and JC Penney's. When I babysat I could dress up with all my nice clothes and young lady bras and panties.

I learned that pleasing myself is more important than pleasing others, but pleasing her was even more important. By sixteen I was ready yo meet some of her friends, some were men. And a very ladylike sixteen year old being very friendly to one of her man friends made her happy. And being held by his strong arms, his warm kisses, his caressing hands. He really liked my young lady panties, pushing my short skirt above my hips. That first hot kiss on my thin panties, pressed against my young lady parts, his string hands holding my almost naked cheeks. It was just a hop skip and a jump for me to please him, to please her.

In my house it seemed even my older sisters were kids when I was already an experienced young woman. He was her boyfriend, and I was her g*ft to him, something like that. Not that it bothered me, I was happy to be his g*ft. Pleasing her pleased me, pleasing him pleased me. And being pleased by his warm kisses, his strong hands, his xxx pleased me. And that pleased her and she rewarded me with nice clothes and panties and I always had spending money and I really did like babysitting her little boy.