Message-ID: <6446eli$9712151630@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: top895@aol.com (Top895) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Story: Kissing Cousins/1 (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: <19971215185800.NAA01163@ladder02.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 by "AG" Part 1 of 4 When I was eighteen I was sent to spend the summer with my Aunt Josephine and cousin Maylynn down South. It had something to do with my parent's business and I was never told the how and why of it. Not that it really mattered all that much. I have no idea what my parents were thinking of when they sent me to my aunt's place. Being together with those two ladies was just bound to lead to trouble sooner or later. Though maybe the word 'trouble' is just a bit ambiguous. I Get Caught My aunt lived with her only daughter Maylynn. Everyone called her Lynn. She was nineteen and good looking with shoulder length blond hair, cutely banged up front. She acted stuck up and barely deigned to speak civilly to me if even that; after all she was at least a year older than I was and consequently never had any time for the likes of me. They lived in a big rambling old house outside of town, something vaguely Victorian in style, with lots of rooms and stairways. It wasn't run down or anything, just a bit on the old side, well lived-in and very homey. I was put up in a guest bedroom, down the hallway from Lynn's room. Aunt Josephine slept a floor above us. A few days after I arrived, I was alone with my aunt for the afternoon. Lynn was off to town or somewhere on an errand. It was a hot day and aunt Josephine went up to her room for a nap. I wasn't all that tired so I just hung about the house, wandering from room to room, feeling bored and restless, half ready for something. What that something was, I had no idea until I took a peek inside of my cousin's bedroom. It wasn't all that messy a room as teenager's rooms go. I should know. Her desk was piled high with books and papers, which I rapidly glanced through, not finding anything interesting or revealing. There were some clothes laid out on her bed and several pieces of underwear, white colored silk and satin, soft shiny things. I really couldn't resist picking them up and holding them spread open with both hands, as if checking out their size. What I was doing was more like imagining them on my older cousin and then slowly removing them, one by one. I couldn't resist bringing them up to my nose and giving them a good smell, hoping for a whiff of something intimate. I inhaled thoroughly and rubbed them into my face. I believe I detected just a whisk of pussy, but it was probably more due to my imagination and wishful thinking than anything else. It gave me a delicious thrill though just to be going my cousin's private things, her undergarments particularly. I kept hold of her frilly panties in one hand while I opened up several of her drawers and peeked about inside. I was rather immersed so I didn't hear the door to the room open until my aunt was already inside. Of course she saw me down on my knees, Lynn's panties in my hand while I was rifling through a drawer. "Find anything interesting nephew ?" I was startled by her voice and tried to stand up while closing the drawer. I must have looked like a burglar caught in the act. "Gee ...no aunt Josephine, I was just ...ah ....looking for something I dropped ..." I lied. "I'll bet. If anything it will be one of Lynn's bras." She looked me right in the eye. "Right?" "Oh, no ...not at all ....I was just ..." I didn't know what to say. "... just poking through her underclothes. Is that what you mean ?" "Ah, well, ....not exactly, aunt." I have never been very good at outright lying without extensive practice beforehand, and even then I can't give a good performance. "Don't think you can take me for a fool, kiddo. I wasn't born yesterday." She looked pensive for a moment and I feared she was going to call my folks or send me back home. Or maybe even both. I later realized that she wasn't planning on doing any such thing and that her catching me red handed just made things easier for her. But I didn't know it at the time and was very concerned, not to say scared and embarrassed as hell. She finally seemed to have made up her mind. "William, I'd like for you to come along with me. We're going to have to talk this thing out, I'm afraid." I was afraid of that, but didn't know what else to do but obey my aunt. Head hung low with my spirits even lower, I shuffled over to the door where aunt Josephine was waiting for me with outstretched hand. "Why don't you give me whatever it is you've got in your pocket ?" I looked down and saw a slip of white sticking out. I tried to pretend it was my handkerchief and stuffed it in rapidly. She sighed and took hold of my shoulder. "Don't try and put anything over on your aunt. I've told you that once and won't do it again. Understand ?" I hesitatingly nodded. "Good. Now give me what you took from your cousin's drawer." I suppose I could have tried to act the wiseguy and claim that I hadn't taken anything from Lynn's drawer. I took it from her bed after all. But somehow I knew that wouldn't help me much. Instead I just meekly reached into my pocket and drew out the panties. I gingerly handed them to my aunt. "Is there anything else you took ?" I resolutely shook my head. "Honest, Aunt Josephine." "I'm going to have to check through your pockets this time. If it turns out you're trying to have me on you're going to be sorry." I wondered what I was going to be otherwise. Aunt Josephine didn't seem to be planning on letting this go by unnoticed. "Really, there's nothing else from Lynn's room." She went through both my pockets anyway. Thankfully there was nothing else of Lynn's in them. She carefully felt around and took out everything for inspection. With her hand stuffed down my pocket she couldn't help but brush against my prick. It was still stiff from my fooling around with Lynn's things and hadn't calmed down yet, even under my aunt's stern gaze. I was sure she was purposely looking me in the eye when she touched my prick through the pocket lining and gave it a gentle squeeze. I flinched, startled and bewildered at what she was doing. I thought I saw a hint of a smile but was too flustered to give it any serious thought. Satisfied that I had nothing of Lynn's, she let me put it all back in. "Good. At least you've got enough sense not to lie when you've been found out. Now let's see if you got enough sense to cooperate with me while I figure out the best way to cure you of sneaking around in other people's rooms." She took me by the shoulders and turned me around and out the door. Out in the hallway she grabbed my wrist and told me we were going up to her room. Meekly and fearfully I did as I was told. Sentence Passed I had never been in Aunt Josephine's upstairs bedroom before and hadn't thought I would have any occasion to ever do so either. It was an unmistakably feminine room, the fragrance of perfumes, skin lotions, creams and other toiletries attested to that. There was a very large double bed in the middle of the room, a series of doors accessing the built in closets and a large vanity with oversized mirror. I saw numerous flasks, bottles and tubes lying about the vanity top. On the far wall was another large door leading to another room. Aunt Josephine went over to the window and drew the heavy drapes. The light in the room dimmed, as she no doubt intended. She went over to the vanity and sat down on a chair, then tuned on a small light over the mirror. The room suddenly appeared small and intimate and I felt the intruder. My aunt beckoned me to come to her. "I don't want you to take this wrongly now, but I'm going to have to do something about your fooling around in Maylynn's room." I glumly hung my head and nodded. "Aunt Josephine, I'm so sorry I took her...panties." I almost whispered the last word out of shame. "I don't know why I ever did it. I really don't." "You haven't gotten the point, have you ?" I thought I had. "You shouldn't have gone into her room without permission and gone though her things without her or my say so." "I guess so, but I'm ever so sorry about the underthing ..." She sighed softly. "That's not it. Left on your own, a girl's undergarments should be the first thing you're interested in, aside from the girl herself." I wondered if I were hearing correctly. "You shouldn't be snooping around and for that I'm going to have to punish you. Not for sniffing Lynn's panties for goodness sake." To me it seemed like a delicate distinction, but my aunt was quite adamant about it. I had thought the latter the worst infraction I had committed. "I'm going to give you a choice, even if it is just a small one. But you have to make up your mind right now what it's to be: either I assign you a disciplinary measure right now, or we wait until Maylynn comes home, we' explain everything to her and let her suggest a punishment." She paused for effect. "Within reason, of course." I didn't know whether to be reassured or apprehensive about that last qualification. I was used to everything happening 'within reason.' "Well, William, what's it to be ? Are you willing to trust your cousin's benevolence or mine?" That was the ten thousand dollar question, wasn't it ? I really had no idea at all who was the most benevolent of the two, but figured that since my aunt held ultimate authority it was best to throw myself upon her mercy. "I guess you better do it, Aunt Josephine." "A wise choice, young man. Now let me think for a moment. I want this to be instructive for you." Good, I thought half relieved. That normally meant no corporal punishment. I was right about that, though when I heard her ruling I would have preferred a sound whacking. "Since you're one of the household for the summer, I think it's best if you took part in our weekly hygiene sessions from now on." What was she talking about? I didn't understand. "We take cleansing seriously here, and from now on I'm going to supervise you and show you the procedures." I was listening but didn't understand her drift. "Normally it's Maylynn's turn tonight, but I'm going to do you both together." I still didn't know what she was referring to. All I could think of was me and my cousin Lynn bathing or taking a shower, maybe even together. That didn't sound like much of a punishment to me, but it did seem highly unlikely. Of course, little did I know. "And since you like her panties so much, I want you to put them on so you can show her tonight." That I understood. And how! I flushed and turned red from embarrassment. I think my voice almost broke into a sob. "I can't do that ! No way ! These are girl's things!" "That's quite right. But so what?" "I can't put them on." "You can and will if I say so." "Lynn'll never stop talking about it to everyone." Aunt Josephine shushed me. "Don't have a fit now. We don't gossip in this family. Not about this kind of thing anyway. No one will ever know but me and your cousin." I was still trembling. "Let Lynn choose and there's no telling what she's capable of thinking up." That wasn't the only threat she had to back her up. "And if you prefer neither, then I can always phone your parents and explain everything. Would you like that better?" Of course I wouldn't and she knew it. That was the worst punishment she could have come up with, and she knew I would never want that to happen. I hesitated for a while but we both knew I would have to concede. "If you think about it calmly this isn't such a big thing as you make it out to be, you know." I wasn't sure about that. "Just put the panties on and wear them until we come back upstairs after dinner. When we start, you won't need them anymore." "But Lynn might see me in them," I said. "I know, that's the whole idea. We're going to tell her anyway and then you'll show her how you look in them. That's the punishment part. But believe me, it's not so bad as you think. In fact, you might even learn to like it." My aunt was grinning with concealed amusement, but I was so dismayed it didn't register. She held out the white frilly thing that had gotten me into this mess. "I don't want to spend much more time on this, William. Here are the panties, put them on now. After dinner you can take them off, it won't matter anymore." I didn't pay much attention to what aunt Josephine hinted at as an after dinner treat, I was more focused on the immediate chastisement I was about to undergo. Finally I took the garment and resigned myself to going through with it. "Where can I change please?" I foolishly asked. "Where do you think silly boy ? You can do it right here and now." "In front of you ?" There seemed to be more to this than I had assumed. There always is. "Of course ! Where else? Do you think I've never seen a male in the nude? What kind of home does my sister run anyway?" Nothing like this, I thought. "C'mon, get the lead out of your feet, boy. Step out of those pants." Slowly I complied. I tried to turn about, but aunt Josephine stood up exasperated and held me by the shoulders. "Just do it, William. You're starting to annoy me with all this pussyfooting shy bashful act. If you don't get those panties on right now, you can forget about your pants. Maybe you'd like that better?" She knew I wouldn't, so I closed my eyes, unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers. I stepped out of them reluctantly. My hard-on hadn't subsided during all this time, in fact if anything it had gotten worse (or better depending on the standpoint). There was no mistaking my state of erection as I stood in front of my aunt, briefs bulging. Instead of waiting for me to screw up enough resolve to finally comply, she herself took hold of the hem of my briefs and unceremoniously pulled them down to my knees. My prick was forced downwards, then sprung back up. I stepped out of my briefs one foot at a time, ridiculously keeping my knees tightly closed. It served no purpose since there was no hiding my organ. My aunt then held Lynn's panties open at ankle level and told me to step into them. I had to hold onto her shoulders to steady myself, I was so rigid with mortification. When they were around my legs, Aunt Josephine pulled them up. She had to maneuver a bit to get my stiff penis into them, but managed quite well. Aside from maneuvering it a bit, she hardly even acknowledged it's existence, let alone it's condition. With a final upwards tug she was done. "There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Not yet it wasn't, I thought. "Don't worry about any stains you're likely to make. This goes in the wash tonight anyway." I blushed as I felt the wet spot the tip of my prick had already made. "Just as long as you don't come in them. Understand?" I hadn't even thought of that yet and immediately tried to put it out of my mind. I nodded. "Good, now you can put your pants back on if you want. When you're finished you can go downstairs and occupy yourself until dinner chores. I've got things to do." I hurriedly stepped into my pants and slipped out the door. "And don't let me catch you snooping around anymore." I wouldn't dare. Dinner with Lynn It turned out just as aunt Josephine had predicted; all in all it wasn't such a terrible punishment when put into perspective. Especially when compared to what she did to me later. But of course I couldn't see it in that light at the time. I was horribly aware of wearing my cousin's undergarment. The cool smooth fabric constantly brushed against my genitals in an unaccustomed, but undeniably pleasurable manner. But at that age, the pleasure was cause in itself for self-conscious unease. I was dreading Lynn's inevitable return home and the disclosure of my misstep and punishment. I could find nothing useful nor distracting to do and just sat in the living room, despondently leafing through some magazines. Aunt Josephine came downstairs after an hour or so and saw me. She smiled. "How's it going?" I shrugged unhappily sporting a long face. "I was hoping you would take your chastisement with at least a minimum of grace, if not like a man." At this she gave a chuckle, I suppose she was being sarcastic. Since I apparently had nothing better to do she sent me on an errand. It seemed to be totally unnecessary. She wanted me to cycle over to the store a few miles up the road and bring back some things for the kitchen: pepper, salt, sugar and a few other basic items. I don't think she really needed any of them at all. She just wanted an excuse to send me out of the house and have me walk around other people in my present dress. Before I left she checked my pockets to make sure I wasn't carrying any of my own underwear to change into once out the house. She also made me unbuckle and lower my pants to check if I was still properly 'attired.' I made the purchases as quick as I could, feeling the fool all the while. I was certain everyone knew of my predicament, though short of having x-ray vision there was really no way to tell. When I came back to the house Lynn was home. My aunt hadn't informed her of my misstep yet. I helped prepare dinner and tried to stay out of my cousin's way. That wasn't all that hard. She still hardly deigned to acknowledge my presence. Dinner was strained. At least for me it was. I didn't have much of an appetite and couldn't help feeling apprehensive. Aunt Josephine kept looking at me throughout dinner with a curious look in her eye. It might have been a wicked glint or else just an amused and wanton prevision of things to come. During dessert aunt Josephine told my cousin I had been caught snooping in her room while she was away this afternoon. "I've already assigned him a suitable punishment." "You sneaky creep, you'll be sorry for this," Lynn promised. I already was. "Now don't get all worked up about this, Maylynn, I've dealt with it and made some decisions." "What was the little pervert doing, going through my underwear?" (Continued in Part 2.......) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |