Message-ID: <6445eli$9712151630@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: top895@aol.com (Top895) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Story: Kissing Cousins/2 (Ff/m, Enema) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971215185400.NAA02860@ladder01.news.aol.com> This story was written by a friend of mine. I am merely posting it for him. Any comments should be sent to me at the address above and I will forward them to him. *USUAL DISCLAIMERS APPLY: This story involves enemas and embarrassment of teenagers. If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction or is offensive to you, DO NOT READ OR DOWNLOAD THIS STORY! ---------------------------------------------------- Kissing Cousins, Part 2 At this aunt Josephine couldn't help smiling broadly. "Actually he was. And since William seemed to like your undergarments so much, I've given him one of yours to wear." Lynn's eyes narrowed. "Really ? Well, I'm never going to put that back on. He can keep it." "Hmmm ...that may not be a bad idea." By now I was red-faced and slouched down low in my chair, eyes on the table. "Oh boy, wait until I tell my friends about this." At this aunt Josephine turned indignant and seemed to be more angry than she had been at me. "You'll do no such thing. Not a word, do you understand young lady? This is a family affair and will be dealt with under this roof and this roof only. Do I make myself clear?" Lynn pouted. "I asked you a question, Maylynn." Her voice was hard and booked no refusal. "I understand, mom." "And woe you if you ever breath a word of this to anyone else. Got it?" "Yes ma'am," she signed resignedly, "I won't." "After all, boys will be boys. They can't always help the urges that come over them." Aunt Josephine looked at me, "Can they, William?" "I don't know, I guess not," I whispered. "Of course not, that's why from now on you're going to be joining us in our weekly cleansing sessions..." Lynn gave a wide eyed look of astonishment but said nothing. "...starting tonight..." My aunt glanced at Lynn daring her to protest. She didn't. "...and I'll be closely supervising you with other matters as well." Aunt Josephine stood up. "Now finish your desserts and clean up. When you've done the dishes I'll expect you both upstairs in my room. The dishes aren't the only things that are going to get a good cleaning tonight, believe you me." I Get My Desserts I took my time about cleaning up and so did Lynn. But of course it did no good. We didn't speak much either. Odd as it may seem, I think my cousin was more put off than I was by Aunt Josephine's decision to have me take part in the cleaning sessions, whatever they were in the first place anyway. I had no idea what was going to happen upstairs. Maybe a session at the sink with soap and water, shaving, nail and hair clipping and trimming ? Might she be the type to wash my mouth out with soap and water ? At utmost I could envision a shower or bath under my aunt's auspices. That would be humiliating enough after a fashion. Little did I know. I never really could let my imagination work at full capacity. My cousin knew better but wasn't letting on. We dawdled in the kitchen so long that Aunt Josephine had to call us. Reluctantly I went upstairs to my aunt's room, preceded by Lynn. The door to my aunt's room was open. I hesitated in the hallway but Lynn pushed me from behind with a nasty little shove. "C'mon and move it, sissy-boy. I wanna get this over with as quick as possible," she snapped. "I can't wait to see how you look in your sissy panties." I stumbled in, almost losing my balance. Lynn shut the door behind us, glaring at me. "What's the matter, trip over your undies ?" I looked around the room but my aunt wasn't in sight. I heard noise coming from behind another door. "Where's Aunt Josephine?" I asked. "In her big special bathroom getting everything ready for us." She said it in a sassy sing-song tone of voice and made inverted comma signs with her hands in the air. "Getting what ready?" "You'll see, cuz." She paused, "You'll see soon enough." The door to the big special bathroom opened and my aunt stepped out. I was taken a bit by surprise since she was dressed in a white nurse's jacket and strap-on sandals, but not much else. The jacket came down to above her knees but from the way it hung upon her figure I was almost instantly convinced she was wearing nothing underneath. The top and bottom buttons were open as well which increased the impression of a casual but sensually provoking appearance. Her hair was coiled up behind her in a small but not unattractive bun. This wasn't the Aunt Josephine I knew. All that was missing was a nurse's cap, a clipboard with papers and probably some underclothes and she could have passed for the real thing. I looked at her almost transfixed. She smiled back. "Like my outfit, William?" "Uhhh, yes ma'am ...really, I do. It's just that I didn't...." I didn't know what to say. I was getting an even funnier feeling than before. "You didn't expect this. Good. Now that you've seen my outfit, why don't you show us yours?" I didn't understand and looked around for a set of clothes. Aunt Josephine sighed softly. "Silly boy. I think Maylynn would like to see how you look in her underwear. So if you would please take off your clothes now, we can get started." Oh Lord. How to get out of this? "C'mon now, we're waiting." I stood hopelessly appalled by what I had to do. I realized that nothing was going to get me out of this, so closing my eyes I started to take off my T-shirt. "No no. Pants first." I stopped and bent over to untie my shoes. Slipping them off I reluctantly lowered my trousers and stepped out of them. Luckily my T-shirt was rather long and came down low, covering my groin, though it didn't really conceal the erect state of my prick. "Fold up your pants properly and lay them on the bed," Aunt Josephine indicated as if teaching me the fundamentals of personal etiquette. I did as I was told. "Now the T-shirt ..." I slipped it off and lay it down on the bed, properly folded. "Good. You can come over here to me now." When I was close enough she took me by the shoulders and turned me about so I was facing my cousin. The white lacy panties bulged up front with my stiff prick. Thankfully it was just covered by the satin fabric, but not by much margin. I had heard of male organs shriveling up from mortification, but mine just didn't want to. Lynn was staring at me with a wicked looking grin on her face. It was obvious she was enjoying this. "Cute, isn't he? Maybe we should let him wear my stuff all the time?" "We'll see about that. Now it's time for something else. Maylynn, you strip down, while I take William inside for the first part. I'll call when it's your turn." She took me by the wrist and led me inside her private bathroom. I noticed she only half closed the door behind her. I looked around and despite my situation, marveled at how impressively the bathroom was installed: double sinks, a large sized half sunken bath, a shower stall, toilet and bidet, several small cabinets, mirrors and scales, a seeming multitude of flasks, tubes, bottles and small boxes. There were several thick bathroom rugs about the tiled floor and I noticed there were more than enough towels and washcloths for the three of us. There was a small padded bench against one wall and a wheeled table, also padded and covered with a white linen sheet. There were several hooks on the wall behind the table and a free standing adjustable metal hanger next to the table. On a nearby shelf I saw a number of rubber instruments which I took to be warm water bags. "Well, here we are. Tonight we're all going to get good and sparkling clean. Right?" She sounded enthusiastic so I dutifully nodded. "I'll explain as we go along, but why don't you start by washing your hands and face and brushing your teeth ? You can use the sink to the right." "OK aunt Josephine." Well now, that didn't sound too bad. She gave me a washcloth and towel and told me to pick out a bar of soap from an assortment in a cabinet drawer. I chose a yellowish colored cake wrapped in plastic. "Good old fashioned glycerin soap, a good choice, " she nodded. I went over to the sink and unpacked the soap. "William, aren't you forgetting something ?" she asked pointing to Lynn's panties. "I think you should put them in the hamper now." I cringed. "Do I have to?" "Yes you do. But if you like them so much, I can give you another pair to wear tonight." That wasn't what I meant and she knew it. She held out her hand and I slipped them down around my ankles. I handed them to her. Aunt Josephine held them open in her hands, turned the panties inside out, studied them and held them up to her nose. Several wet spots interested her. She inhaled. I winced and wished I were elsewhere. "Well, they don't smell of your cousin anymore, that's for sure, " she joked as she threw them in the hamper. "At least you didn't ejaculate in them. I guess that shows you've got some kind of self control." As I stood naked in front of her she gave me a good look over. I was stiff, though not glaringly so. Still I tried to discretely cover my genitals with the washcloth. "Take that away William. This is no place for silly notions of modesty." She pushed my hand away and took hold of my prick, lifting it up and to both sides. Of course it stiffened even more and I could hardly contain my trembling. Aunt Josephine ruffled my pubic hair and made a face. "I don't see what you're concerned about. You couldn't see anything through that bush of yours in the first place. We're going to have to do something about that. Didn't anyone ever teach you anything about personal hygiene ?" She didn't wait for an answer. While my aunt went to prepare some things I brushed and then washed my hands and face, feeling awfully exposed and ridiculous with my stiff prick waggling about. When I looked in the corner of the mirror as I was slowly and resignedly brushing, I could make out Lynn sitting on my aunt's bed. She was staring at me through the half open bathroom door apparently, for when I pointedly studied the mirror in front of me she gave a sarcastic little wave. I pretended not to notice her. I tried to position myself out of her sight, but somehow the sink was always in her line of view. "Finished yet?" aunt Josephine asked. "Yes, ma'am," I said after drying off my face and hands. "Good. Come over here. The first thing we've got to do is get rid of that hair down there. I swear, if your willy weren't so stiff, you'd never be able to see it." I winced for more than one reason. My pubic hair wasn't all that profuse of course, she was just vastly exaggerating. But I really didn't like having my penis called a willy. It sounded much too familiar, especially with a name like William. And I wasn't all that keen on being shaven down there either. "At least you aren't too hairy anywhere else, except for the legs. We'll take care of those another time, when it's Maylynn's turn for a depilatory session." "Please aunt Josephine, why do I have to do this for ? I don't want to be shaved ..." I nodded downwards, "...anywhere." "There won't be any shaving, we're going to use a nice smooth working cream. You'll be finished in a jiffy. Smells nice too." "But ..." I tried to protest. "Just come along like a good little boy and do as you're told. I honestly don't understand all the fuss. Maylynn and I both do it. And in this climate it's ever so much more hygienic and comfortable." She took a large white tube and a curved plastic spatula. "Now put one foot up on the bathtub rim and spread your legs. I've got to get the lower regions as well." I did as I was told, but aunt Josephine had to move my other foot further apart. She tapped my leg. "Spread those legs, boy." I shuffled myself into a position she approved of. "Now squat down a bit." She squeezed a generous amount of white depilatory cream onto the spatula. Pulling my balls upwards she started spreading it over my genitals, building up a thick coating of the sharp smelling lotion. She worked downwards at first, covering my testicles, inner thighs and anal region. Holding the tip of my penis upwards she spread the depilatory over my remaining hair, leaving my prick for last. "This shouldn't take more than 5 or 10 minutes. You just wait here while I go and prepare for the following step." I watched her as she took several things out of a drawer or from a shelf. I could hear the clinking of metal and plastic as she placed objects in a flat tray. I tried to make out what they were, but aside from a tube of something and a small white towel to cover everything, I couldn't make anything out. She came back and used the edge of the spatula to remove an amount of depilatory cream. The scraped off area was as good as denuded of any hair. Satisfied that the cream had been given enough time to do the job, she started doing the rest. I watched, half fascinated, half broken-hearted as strands of my pubic hair disappeared in white gooey globs of lotion. My aunt regularly cleaned the spatula on tissues which were promptly discarded. In no time at all I was done. I felt like a fool and a pre-adolescent, but Aunt Josephine smiled. "There, that looks much better. Let's rinse you off now." She led me to the bidet and made me squat down over the bowl. There was a small shower head attachment which she used to rinse off the remaining traces of cream. She made sure I was thoroughly and adequately clean. Aunt Josephine used a washcloth and her bare hand to repeatedly rub the area she had coated with the depilatory. She stroked my prick in a manner that I of course found very pleasant, but she was bit harsh on my balls. When rubbing around and on my asshole I flinched and tried to pull away. "For goodness sakes, sit still William, " she admonished. "It you can't take this without fidgeting what will you be like a little while from now ?" I had no idea and didn't want to find out. I was given a towel to dry myself off with. My aunt took the tray with items she had prepared and told me to come over to the small table. "Now before you go into the bathtub I'm going to give you a little interior washout.' Understand ?" She was busy with the tray and was turned half away from me. Even so I picked up that irritatingly perky tone of voice adults use when they want to trick or cajole children into doing something decidedly unpleasant. I wasn't a kid anymore (or so I thought) and was on my guard at once. "No," I simply said, shaking my head. "Oh, ?" she said seemingly unconcerned, continuing her preparations, "don't tell me your mom's never given you an enema ?" "A what ?" Later in the evening I remembered such quips as: with enemas such as these, who needs friends?' but had never really known what the joke was. I had always thought it was about someone with a speech defect or something. "An enema, silly boy. Or a clyster ? Does that ring a bell ? Maybe my sister preferred a lah-dee-dah French word ? A lavage?" She merrily shook her hips and arched her eyebrows as she said it slowly. Clearly she was enjoying my ignorance as well as my discomfort. And I think she was certainly going to enjoy enlightening me about the aforementioned practice. "No ? How typical of her. Well it doesn't matter. Your Aunt Josi will show you. Though I don't see how you've stayed so healthy all these years." She tsk-tsked amusedly. "I've been giving them regularly to Maylynn and just look how she's turned out. Healthy and sprite as a chipmunk." It hadn't done much for her disposition though, I thought. "Hmmm, maybe I'd better explain how this works. There's nothing to it really. Essentially all I'm going to do is introduce an amount of water and a cleaning agent into your colon. We wait a while and then you get rid of it. Simple, right?" I made a face. I knew there would be more to it than that, even aside from the appalling implications of introducing water into my colon. This meant something terribly humiliating. Every now and then I'd heard snatches of whispered stories among friends about tubes being shoved up the anus and other indignities, but had always figured them to be tall stories or tasteless urban myths. It looked liked I was about to be enlightened. "And since this is your first time William, we'll take it slowly and gently. OK ?" "How about quick and fast?" "Oh, you wouldn't like that at all, dear boy," she laughed. "Trust me. You'll enjoy it more if you do as I say. I'm not joking." No, I suppose she wouldn't be, not my Aunt Josephine. "Instead of simply starting with the water, I'm going to start out by administering a glycerin and herbal solution before the actual enema. This will gradually awaken your bowels and act as an additional cleansing agent." I listened with a sinking heart. She patted the table top. "Let's get on up here ... now lay down on your stomach ....there we go." I had to wiggle around a bit to get my stiff prick into a semi comfortable position and then didn't quite know what to do with my head either. I finally cradled it in my arms though that seemed like much too relaxed a position for the present situation. I was anything but relaxed. "Now, let's get that little rosebud of yours lubricated, shall we ...?" She patted the back of my thighs indicating that I spread them open. " ...a bit more William, if you please." I felt more exposed for some reason than when standing up naked in front of my aunt. She used two fingers to open up the immediate area around my asshole, and then I felt something cool and slippery being rubbed in. Her fingers made little round circles around my bumhole, delicately anointing it with some type of lubricating lotion. She's enjoying this, I thought, and deliberately taking longer than necessary. At that point I wasn't all that happy about what was happening, but had at least reconciled myself to the inevitableness of my aunt's little session. However, as she pressed up into my anal opening, teasingly sliding a ways in and then back out again, I began to experience an unconscious (?) tendency to relax when she pushed in and to clench my anal sphincter as she pulled back out again. My behind also moved slightly up and down in counter-rhythm to her digital probing. Finally she slid her greased finger all the way up and into my rectum. She pumped inwards and out a few times and rotated her finger without completely withdrawing. Far from being painful, it was a deliciously warm and titillating feeling, intimate and arousing. I actually felt a shiver of pleasure ripple up along my spine. I must have sighed deeply. "There we are, William. Doesn't that feel nice, a finger up your behind?" she asked in a soft voice. "Oh, yes Aunt Josi ....I never thought that .....feel like that ..." I wasn't talking all that coherently. I was sighing and breathing deeply and lost in a tangle of conflicting emotions. "And this is just the beginning. There are other things I have to do to you which will be even more pleasurable, I promise. But you have to trust your aunt and do as I say, understand ?" "Yes, I promise ....I'll do what you tell me ..." With her finger still up my bottom, she leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the nape of the neck. "Good, I knew you would. Remember that I promised you that the punishment would be instructive?" I nodded. "I wasn't just whistling Dixie ...." She certainly wasn't. With her free hand she took an object from the tray. She slowly withdrew her finger from my bottom and as soon as my asshole was free, she inserted the nozzle of a large sized plunger syringe. The tip wasn't as large around as her finger, but it was longer and penetrated deeper inside of me. She pushed the plunger in, forcing the contents of the syringe into my bowels. It tingled as it was squirt up into me. "This is just to start out with, dear. A nice soothing glycerin solution. It will tingle a bit, but I want you to hold it up until I say so, say about 5 to 10 minutes. OK ?" "OK, I'll try." "You'll manage, it's not that difficult. I'm also going to insert an herbal extract and soda suppository right now. You have to keep it up inside of you until it's all melted. The glycerin solution will help spread it around your insides." Normally I would have considered a suppository an undignified and childish thing to give an older person (especially an 18 year old like me), but Aunt Josephine held it so I could take a look before she slipped it up my anus. It was cylindrical and tapered at both ends, colored like yellowish wax. It was also slightly longer and wider than her finger. I shivered at the thought of that object being inserted up my ass. Aunt Josephine again parted my buttocks and pushed the suppo up into my anal opening. Still lubricated, my asshole easily accepted the cylinder as my aunt slide it in with her finger. She pushed her digit in along with the suppository, forcing it deeper into my bowels. Instead of withdrawing, she kept her finger inside of me, twirling about a bit, feeling my insides. "I couldn't help notice, but you have a very tight anus, William, " she casually remarked, digit still up the aforementioned opening. "I guess that shows you don't fool around with boys, or at least you haven't been cornholed recently," she laughingly said, much to my discomfort. "No ma'am. No way ..." I tried to sound indignant. "Oh, it doesn't matter one way or the other, you know. But ... " she gave her finger a good pump and twirl, " ...don't you ever play with yourself down there? You know, stick a finger or dildo or something up your bumhole ? Or let a girlfriend do so?" I blushed and shook my head no. Even a girl for some serious French kissing with would have been an answer to my (wet) dreams. What my aunt was suggesting was way out of my league at the time. "Oh, but what a shame William. We'll have to remedy that one way or the other. It's a great equalizer between the sexes." She continued moving her finger around inside of me as she gave a little chuckle. "I encourage Maylynn to regularly practice anal activities alone or with her current friend, whoever he or she may be. It won't get her pregnant, that's for sure." She withdrew her finger. "Hmmm ...speaking of Maylynn, I've got to get her started as well. I seem to have lost track of time preparing my favorite nephew for his enema." She patted my behind. "Now, you just lay here until I tell you." While I was trying to compose myself, aunt Josephine went back into her bedroom. I could hear she was upset with Lynn. "Oh for goodness sakes, Maylynn, what's the matter with you ? You haven't even started undressing yet. Take those clothes off and get your fanny in the bathroom, double quick." "But mom, I can't go in there with ...'him' in there ..." Her voice was high pitched. My cousin didn't sound all too enthralled about this evening's activities. "'He' is just your cousin. And don't pretend no boy has ever seen you without a stitch on. You can't fool me ..." "Oh, pleeeease ... I'll just die if I have to. Please send him away." "I'm going to say this one last time: get your cotton-picking ass into that bathroom or you will be in some serious trouble with me young lady. Then you'll really wish you were dead." "But, he's in there, he'll see me ..." "So what ? He'll see you, you'll see him, I'll see you both. What are you whining about? Get out of your clothes and into the bathroom, or into the bathroom and out of your clothes, I don't care in which order, but do it ! Understand??" That last was no question, but a direct order. Even I cringed. It didn't sound like Aunt Josephine was someone you wanted to cross. I heard her come back into the bathroom. "I swear I don't know what's the matter with that girl at times," she muttered half to herself. "It's not like this is her first time." 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