Regressing the Bully

Conversations amongst Cousins

"He's sooo sore!" Robin whispered kindly as Emily leaned to pick her son up from the side of the bed.

"He's getting there," Emily replied as she went to the rocking chair, taking her top off and letting her boy latch onto her breast, drinking her salty milk. Billy had been bent over for a dozen lashes of the whip, building up his endurance for the ceremony next week where he'd be formally introduced to his family members.

"Yes, fifteen lashes would be doable even now. He's faring much better than Harry did." Robin watched as her big sister breastfed her new son, his butt welted and raw like burger meat.

Billy just cried into mommy's breasts nonstop.

"This is the result of your bullying Billy. You'd have been graduating from school if you hadn't been so bad." Emily whispered. Of course, she was more than glad he was such a little shithead then. Five weeks with her boy latched to her breasts and she would never have it any other way. If she had control he would never move his mouth from her nipples, forever suckling like her hungry little infant. His mouth was so warm and soothing on her nubs as she felt a warm tingling.

"Oh please, he *barely* scratches the surface of crimes the rest of our brats did," Robin grinned.

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"Uh-huh, he's *soft* and *nice*," Harry explained to her cousin on the phone.

"Eeewww!" Vicky cringed at the description.

"That sounds good," her brother chimed in. James was the *good boy* of the group...and he hoped...maybe he'll have a friend. At least someone who won't get him into trouble every day.

"It *is* good..." Harry said with a smile. "Vicky's just mad he's not a big hunk like I used to be."

"I'm not *dating* little boys Harry, get your head out of your butt. I just wanna marry Daddy and be the next queen!" Vicky huffed proudly.

"Pffftt, like that's gonna happen. We don't even *know* when or *if* Gramps is gonna be king, the case is still ongoing. And if that's the case I'd doubt if we would be allowed to even be grown up, let alone ascend the throne." Harry rolled his eyes. "Besides, the only king is gonna be your brother, being the first son of uncle Damian."

"But there's talk about them *not* changing the *laws*," Vicky frowned. "If they go with the current law, then technically aunty Emily's the oldest kid and her Billy would be the king!"

"Exactly! Which is why I want you to be *nice* to him!" Harry scolded his cousin. "We don't want him to be king and go *off with their heads* to us coz you got him to do a penance every week."

Victoria paused for a few seconds. "How about every two weeks?"

"Vicky!" Both boys yelled in unison.

"What? Are you *really* expecting me to be *nice* to my rival?" Vicky cackled. "Let him come here, I'll make him wish he was never born with a butt!"

Jimmy rolled his eyes. His sister was the devil! "Don't be mean to him Harry okay?"

"I won't..." Harry smiled. Not outwardly anyway. He had gained his trust somewhat, being a playful older brother to the tyke. Harry let the boy embrace his childlike mindset, *Little Billy* headspace as he put it.

With regressed kids without any mental blocks, their brains hovered between adult and little states with the adult state being the most dominant. It was something that helped them be rational, like in the case with Jimmy. Or it was mostly extremely childish but with an adult sense of wickedness as in the case of Vicky.

Harry had the healthiest balance of the two. It helped him lead a fun life, being his mommy's baby boy when she wanted him to be while being rational when time demanded it. It was never perfect though, as evidenced by the number of times mommy had to flog him with the whip for adult boy mischief he did.

"In any case how's everyone at home? How's gramma?" Harry questioned.

"Giving mommy her milkies and saying how wicked I am," sniffled Vicky. "Jimmy has a spanking now and he's being a scaredy cat about it."

"Am not!" Huffed James, scowling at his sister. He hadn't suffered much for the stunt at his mother Alice's party, the beautiful actress focusing on leaving her bratty girl with the stripes of her labour. Vicky always got it the hardest even though the pair were virtually inseparable. Alice *adored* Victoria, her former best friend when she was older and now saw her as a chance to raise the perfect girl...even if Vicky at every opportunity tried to goad her by saying she wanted to marry her husband.

"Yes he iiissss, silly little *lover boy!*" Vicky giggled. "Still thinks of mommy as Alice even though your peepee can only pee now."

"Why do you two wanna marry your parents? It's *odd*..." Harry huffed. "My Mommy's been my *actual* wife and I never want to be her husband again..." He mumbled. He did feel some attachment romantically to her but Robin let him understand it was temporary. Once they've grown up, they'll be interested in other partners their age. That it was common for regressed kids who had been in love with their now parents when they were older to still harbour many of those feelings.

"She's always gonna be my Alice..." Jake whispered stubbornly.

"And daddy's always gonna be my future husband.." Vicky giggled.

Harry rolled his eyes. He hung up the call, heading up to find his mommy. He needed Robin to be his mommy now, vent at his stupid cousins.

"Hey baby," Robin grinned when she saw her ex-husband head inside with an adorable pink face. She scooped him up and bought him to her chest, loosening her robe as she offered him her breast. "Billy's nursing now, he got a teeny dose of penance so he can't play with you now." She cooed.

"Mommy, I don't wanna be your husband when I'm older." He declared.

"Good. At least you have gotten over that hump..." She smiled. "Coz Billy just declared his everlasting love for aunt Emily right now and said he wanted to be her husband. The whip brings the honesty out of you kids..."

Harry shook his head in annoyance. Him too? He slowly moved his mouth to her breast. Her little boy, not her husband.