Marc CFNM

Marc CFNM 2

By Bordertown

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Marc CFNM, Part Two, the Latinas

Dear Reader,

This story is Marc CFNM, Part Two, the Latinas. Words: 2860

In this story, 15-year-old Marc recounts a humiliating CFNM experience to Jade from when he was 11, and had new babysitters, the Latinas.

Montreal, Canada

Four years earlier.

At age 11, Marc still took baths with his twin half-sisters, Sophie and Bella, aged eight.

Since the fraternal twin girls were born, their teenaged single mother had employed various nannies and babysitters to help with her three children. Her wealthy parents disapproved of her situation, but supported her financially and in every other way they could. They lived in a private wing of her parents’ Montreal mansion, and Marc’s influential grandfather was grooming him to be a future leader in his business empire.

Marc had always been a super-cute boy, and people adored him, especially women and girls. He was confident and mature for his age with an appealing charisma. And he’d always had a larger than normal penis, which added to his allure. His big floppy cock had been a source of amusement since he was born, especially amongst his teenaged mother’s friends. “He’ll have lots of girlfriends!” they all joked.

As he grew up, his mother enjoyed showing him off. She took every opportunity to get him naked when there were girls around: at the beach, or a park, or around the house. His uncut penis came out a little-ways, before dangling down like a long baby elephant’s trunk. A beautiful and prominent penis. It attracted a lot of attention, and caused raised eyebrows, giggling and lewd comments.

His young mother and grandparents were strict on Marc with regards to chores, schooling and discipline. But his single mother studied and worked, so since forever he’d been looked after by a secession of babysitters and nannies. As a result, he had rarely washed himself, as he bathed with his younger sisters. And the babysitters and nannies took care of him. His mother loved it when girls – usually babysitters – first saw his big, floppy penis. This most often happened in the bathroom, but also when Marc was naked in the house. His penis created surprised expressions and embarrassment with the younger girls. But they all did their job and bathed Marc, which included pulling back his foreskin and cleaning as instructed.

Marc’s grandmother became ill and was taken to live in a care home, so the young family

stayed on at the mansion, as his grandfather didn’t want to live alone. Marc and his sisters had regular contact with their respective fathers, but his mother didn’t want a relationship with either of them. Over the years, she had various boyfriends, but it would be another four years before she would marry the Spanish diplomat.

For the last six months, Juliana, a 20-year-old student from Brazil had been caring for the

children. Juliana had a bedroom in what were once the servants’ quarters. She just loved Marc and his sisters, but she particularly doted on Marc. She said he was the cutest boy over.

Like many Brazilians, Juliana was of mixed-race. She was petite and pretty, and she and Marc were like BFFs. Being from Brazil she was not shy, and after the first time she bathed Marc, she rushed to his mother with wide-eyes. “He is only 11, but has a grande penis!”

His mother was expecting Juliana to say something. “He gets a lot of attention.”

Juliana washed Marc in the bath every night. She’d get his twin sisters done and dried off first, then she’d wash Marc as he stood in the bath. She would spend more time than necessary washing his penis, and often made remarks about how big and beautiful it was.

Marc wouldn’t enter puberty for another 18 months but still, he had a healthy-sized scrotum sack. And soon after turning 11, he began getting regular erections at night, in the mornings and in the bath with Juliana. And like his flaccid penis, his erections were bigger than you’d expect to see on an 11-year-old. It stood up high, long and proud, at an angle above 45-degrees. At first, he was embarrassed and tried to hide it from his nanny. But Juliana loved it. She told him it was natural for a boy his age, and not to be embarrassed, and that it was beautiful, and that she liked to look at it, and touch it. As with his flaccid penis, she cleaned his erections thoroughly, often with little “oh, la, la,” comments.

Then, at 11-and-eight-months, Marc injured himself in a dirt-bike accident. And at that time, Juliana was returning to Brazil for a vacation.

Through her influential father, Marc’s mother had become acquainted with an Argentinian family that had moved in down the street. The father was a diplomat and the family had been living in Ottawa, but recently transferred to Montreal. They had four daughters: Zoe, 14; Catalina (Cat), 13; and identical twins Alice and Ana, 12. While Juliana was away, his mother arranged for the two eldest girls to babysit after school for two hours, and for an hour in the mornings before school.

The Latinas were all slim and very pretty, with long black hair and olive skin. Only the two

eldest girls would be babysitting, but on Friday after school, all four came to the house for an initial meeting. They had met Marc and his sisters a week earlier. And just like Juliana and most other girls, they were instantly taken with good-looking Marc.

When they arrived, he sat on a couch in the living room nursing his injuries: nothing broken,

but he had a number of deep bruises and abrasions, with his left arm in a sling. The two eldest, Zoe and Cat sat on either side of him. They gushed and fussed and kissed him on his cheeks. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up!” Zoe said.

Cat agreed. “We’ve always wanted a hermanito,” (little brother). Marc blushed a little.

He enjoyed the attention, and the Latinas were very pretty in their private school uniforms.

The girls left Marc in the living room, and joined his mother and Juliana at the kitchen table. They discussed the babysitting arrangements. Zoe would be the primary sitter, but Cat would help out, especially if Zoe couldn’t make it, or needed back up. Juliana would fly out Monday, but over the weekend she would show them how to look after the three siblings. Marc’s mother explained that from an early age, Marc had always had babysitters and nannies looking after him, and that he still took baths with his sisters. She hesitated, then smiled a devilish smile. “I hope you don’t mind seeing Marc naked, as you’ll have to help wash him every night, and change his dressings.”

This unexpected revelation created instant tension around the table. His mother smiled again. “I’m sure you’ve seen naked boys before.”

The four girls looked apprehensive. Twelve-year-old twins, Alice and Ana put hands to her mouths. They’d been raised by conservative parents.

“It’s okay,” Juliana said. “I’ll show you tomorrow.”

Thirteen-year-old Cat spoke up. “Won’t Marc be embarrassed for us to wash him?”

“He’s had nannies and babysitters since he was little,” his mother replied.

Silence, then Juliana spoke reassuringly. “It will be okay girls – you’ll see.”

Marc thought about complaining to his mother; that Juliana was an adult, and he didn’t mind. But he’d soon be 12, he was growing up, and Cat was still only 13, and not even two years’ older, and it was going to be embarrassing. But he could already hear his mother’s response: You should have thought about that before crashing your dirt-bike – you only have yourself to blame.

What she actually said surprised him. “Your grandfather is taking you to visit Brunei in Asia soon, and you’ll be staying at the royal palace, so this will be good practice for you.”

Marc gave his mother a quizzical look. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. “You’ll see.”

He didn’t ask for clarification, and he didn’t complain, but his body trembled a little: the thought of Zoe and Cat washing him and changing his dressings was slightly terrifying.

On Saturday, the four sisters spent time at the mansion, and swam in the pool. They fussed

and flirted with Marc of course, who remained in his pajamas the whole time. Juliana told Marc to try to act super-cool with the Latinas, as if being washed by them was no big deal. “They’ll be super-impressed if you can behave like that.”

Then she spoke to Zoe and Cat. She told them that sometimes Marc liked to show off. She

used a forefinger to indicate a floppy penis, and then an erection. The girls smiled at this revelation. But Juliana told them that they were professional babysitters, and they must act cool, as if bathing Marc was no big deal.

His mother was away working, and in the afternoon, Juliana ran a bath, then asked Zoe and Cat to bring Marc from his bedroom. The girls had been sunbathing around the pool. Zoe wore a yellow bikini, and Cat wore a blue one-piece swimsuit.

His bedroom door was open, and Marc was at his study desk. The girls walked in and sat on his bed. “Nice room,” said Zoe.

“Do you have any girlfriends?” Cat asked.

“Not really.”

Zoe told him that Juliana had requested clean pajamas. Marc stepped over to his dresser and opened a drawer.

“Your mother says that girls hit on you, and text you all the time,” Zoe said.

Marc shrugged.

“Well, you are a very handsome boy.” She looked around. “But it looks like you prefer dirt-bikes and computer games.” The two teenaged sisters had knowing expressions on their pretty faces: we’ll soon be seeing you naked.

“Come over here please.”

But Marc stayed by the dresser. The girls seemed different. More confident. Yesterday they’d seemed apprehensive. But they’d had last night, and all of today to think about this moment. They’d become emboldened.

“Come over here please,” Zoe repeated, a little louder.

Marc stepped over to his bed. He stood in front of the girls. Zoe took the clean pajamas. “We are your babysitters, and you must do as we say.”

“I don’t need babysitters, because I’m not a baby.”

“You’re only 11.”

“I’m nearly 12.”

“And we’re teenagers,” Cat said. “I’m 13, and Zoe’s 14, so we’re older, and we’re in charge of you.” She reached out and took his right hand. “Are you okay? You’re really shaking.”

Marc was trying to act super-cool like Juliana said, but it wasn’t easy.

Zoe said, “Your mother says lots of girls have washed you since you were little.”

Marc nodded.

“We’re cool with it,” Zoe said. “So don’t be embarrassed or anything.”

Marc stayed silent.

“Do you think we’re pretty?” asked Zoe.

“I guess.”

“Do you like my bikini?”

“It’s okay.”

“Who’s the prettiest? Me or Cat?”

Marc smiled. “Alice and Ana.”

Zoe laughed. “You’re funny.” She had a wicked look in her eye. “Do you want to get undressed here, or in the bathroom?”

There was an awkward silence. It dragged on. Then the girls stood up. “Let’s go.”

Cat held his right hand. She went first, and led Marc out of the bedroom with Zoe

behind. He walked slowly, and a little painfully down the hallway with his two Latina guards either side, like a condemned prisoner to execution. Zoe slapped his butt. She put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. They entered the small bathroom.

Juliana stood at the sink with new bandages. “Take off his pajamas and put them in the laundry basket.”

Zoe stood in front of him. She carefully untied, and removed his arm sling. “Wow, you’re really trembling.” Marc held his painful forearm to his side. Then she unbuttoned his pajama top. Juliana and Cat watched as she carefully pulled it from his body. She threw it at the laundry basket. She missed.

“Ouch!” said Cat when she saw his dark bruises.

Now Marc only wore his pajama pants. This was it. The moment of truth. Zoe crouched and whipped his pants down. He stood there naked. His big floppy penis dangled in Zoe’s face.

Try and stay super-cool, like’s it’s no big deal. The Latina girls will be impressed if you behave like that.

Marc stepped out of his pajama pants and over to the bathtub. Juliana helped him step in. “We need to remove his dressings first.”

Marc stood in the warm water and looked down. His dangling penis shook noticeably. Juliana removed the three bandages: two from his arms and one from a knee. The Latinas stood and stared. Juliana helped him sit down. Then she sat on the edge of the tub and gave instructions to the girls. Zoe knelt and used the hand-held shower to wet Marc’s hair. Cat hovered nearby. Marc had mixed feelings. He liked having Zoe shampooing his hair, but it made him feel younger than he was. Like he couldn’t take care of himself. He felt dreamy and spaced-out. Then Cat knelt next to Zoe, and the two sets of fingers felt good on his scalp. The girls seemed relaxed. They chatted and giggled. They asked if he liked it.

Juliana answered for him. “Not many boys get to be washed by pretty young girls – he’s very lucky.”

They rinsed his hair, then Juliana reached over and pulled him to his feet. His floppy penis was at eye level with the kneeling girls. They stared at it, brazenly. Zoe turned to Juliana. “Do you

think Marc is big for an 11-year-old boy?”

“Zoe!” said Cat.

Juliana replied, “He’s above average in height.”

“Well, he looks pretty big to me,” said Zoe.

Cat whacked her big sister. “Shut up!”

The girls stood up as instructed, and Juliana handed them bath sponges and body wash. “Be careful with his injuries.”

Marc turned and faced the wall; his back to the girls. The warm sponges felt good. They dabbed and stroked all over his neck, back, and arms.

The girls worked downwards, and Marc felt the sponges on his lower back, his butt, and the back of his thighs. Then slippery hands touched his skin. Fingers went up between his legs and tickled his scrotum. They encircled his penis and pulled it down several times. With Juliana, Marc usually remained flaccid until she washed his penis. This was no different, and a few seconds later, Marc was fully erected – longer and thicker than you’d expect to see on a boy his age. And standing high and proud above 45 degrees. The girls turned him around. His phallus pointed up at them.

“OMG, Marc!” exclaimed Zoe. “You are so rude!”

Cat stepped back with her hands to her face. She stared at his stiff cock.

“It’s okay girls,” said Juliana. “I told you he likes to show off sometimes.”

Marc stayed quiet and closed his eyes. Being naked with the girls was bad enough, but getting an erection was humiliating. The girls couldn’t stop smiling. They washed his chest, arms and stomach. They worked lower, and Marc wondered what they would do. He soon found out. The girls had definitely become emboldened. Both of them washed his erection and scrotum with the sponges and their hands. Juliana watched on approvingly. Then the girls knelt again, and washed his legs; his erect penis in their faces. Then they stood up and used the hand-held shower to rinse him down.

He stepped out of the tub, and they dried him with a towel. Juliana showed them how to apply fresh bandages. Marc stood butt-naked in the middle of the bathroom, still fully erected. He was side-on to the door. He sensed being watched and glanced sideways. The 12-year-old twins, Alice and Ana stood at the doorway in their brightly colored swimsuits. They both stared at his erect penis, wide-eyed. He didn’t know how long they’d been there. They seemed frozen to the spot.

“It’s your turn tomorrow girls,” said Juliana. They disappeared.

Zoe grinned. “Wow Marc, you are such a show off.”

Marc turned to his nanny for an explanation. She said, “Your mother changed her mind. She wants the twins to back-up Zoe and Cat just-in-case they need help. So tomorrow I’ll show Alice and

Ana how to wash you, and change your bandages.”

“That sounds like fun,” said Zoe. “Can we watch?”

“Sure, if Marc’s cool with it.”

Marc felt dreamy and spaced-out again. He knew his devious mother had planned this all along. And having the 12-year-old twins washing him would be super-humiliating. And all four girls would be in the bathroom with Juliana.

Zoe knelt on the floor and bandaged his knee, as instructed. She brushed his erection with her hair and huffed on it with warm breaths. As she stood up, she teased it with her fingers. Cat put on his pajama top from behind. Zoe stood in front and worked the buttons. “I see you’re still showing off down there.”

“Zoe!” said Cat. “Don’t be so rude!”

But Zoe continued. “Tomorrow will be fun with Alice and Ana.” She smiled another wicked smile. “But then, they’ve already had a good look.”

“Zoe!”

Marc didn’t say anything, and the girls helped get his pajama pants on. His erection bulge was obvious.

Cat took his hand to lead him back to his bedroom. “Are you okay? You’re really shaking.”

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