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Kissing Cousins

Author: AG

Part 1

When I was 16 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 17 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 through 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 be 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 any way."

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 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 ?"

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 a 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 a 16 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 cloths, 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."

If I turned my head I could keep an eye on the door to my aunt's bedroom. Lynn came in, with a face set in stone, carrying a bundle of cloths hugged up tight to her body. She had arranged them so that they covered her naughty parts, breasts and groin. Lynn stood in the doorway, waiting.

Aunt Josephine looked up. "Good. Now put your cloths in the hamper, I don't need to tell you that, do I ? Then wash and brush as always. When you're ready you can come and assist me with your cousin."

"Assist you ?" Lynn asked.

"Yes. This may well be your cousin's very first enema so I think we should make it a memorable occasion, don't you ?"

Lynn's expression changed. "You mean he's still a virgin ? An enema virgin ?" I saw a mischievous grin appear on her lips. "He's never done this before ?"

"That's what he says. And knowing his mom, I wouldn't be all that surprised. But we're going to fix that tonight, aren't we William ?" She addressed me, turning around. "How are you feeling, by the way ? I think you're almost ready for the next step."

Actually I had been so engrossed in the exchange between my aunt and cousin that I was somewhat distracted from what was going on in my insides. But now that she mentioned it, I was feeling a distinct, but not yet strong urge to expel the glycerin she had injected into me. It tingled a lot, not quite burning and irritating my bowels, but somehow alerting me to an approaching bowel movement.

While aunt Josephine was talking to me, Lynn quickly threw her clothes in a hamper, turned around and went over to the sink. Of course I was able to gaze at her naked and slim backside, but didn't want to make an obvious point of it. After all, I had no idea how my aunt expected me to act in the presence of my naked cousin. She clearly had no compunctions about me sporting a boner but I wondered how far the reciprocity would go.

"Finished yet Lynn ?" aunt Josephine asked. "Come over here and help me prepare the equipment, would you ?"

Her mood totally changed, Lynn turned around and gave me a long penetrating look as she went to her aunt. She held her head high and thrust out her breasts as she passed me. Truly she could change her disposition in a blink, one moment she was uncooperative, headstrong and resentive, the next all smiles and good will, a veritable walking ray of sunshine. A while ago she was convinced she'd 'die' if I saw her undressed, now she sauntered by allowing me an eyeful.

"How you doing cuzzy ?" she asked while giving my bottom a good look. "I see you had to take off those pretty panties you like so much, but you're cute like this too, oh yes you are ..."

I really wished she would just shut up. But even so I couldn't help noticing that she didn't sport much in the way of pubic hair. I couldn't see between her thighs of course, she would have to spread them open for that, but I was curious to get a peek. I hoped the occasion would arise.

" ...if you're a good little boy, maybe I'll choose something else of mine for you to wear. Would you like that, darling ?" She giggled and swayed her behind.

"Lynn, come over here and leave William alone. I haven't decided yet what he'll be allowed to wear, that will depend on how things work out tonight." She handed Lynn an enamel bowl. "Go fill this with warm water."

"What's this for ? Aren't we going to give William an enema ?" Lynn asked.

"Don't worry, he'll get one. But it'll be better if I use a rubber bulb the first time."

"Why ?" Lynn asked. I was wondering why as well. But then, I hardly knew anything about enemas at all.

"Well .... it's gentler I guess, like for a young child ...and it's more fun sticking it in several times. If you know what I mean ...." Aunt Josephine was whispering, but I could just make out what she was saying. Lynn grinned at me, anticipating the fun to come.

"OK, mom."

Lynn filled up the bowl and brought it to aunt Josephine. I tried to make out exactly what they were doing, but could only see that my aunt was adding ingredients to the water. "No, Lynn, not that bottle ...use the liquid lemon soap, ten squirts, no make that an even dozen ...then mix with this ...good ....and a dash of oil ...voila. "

"Can I choose a nozzle for William, please ?" Lynn asked.

"Well, all right, but not too large. Remember it's his first time ..." I really wished they would both just shut up about the 'first time' stuff. For some reason it really seemed to turn them on. It just made me feel younger and more immature than I was. But that was probably the attraction.

"Put everything neatly on the tray, while I go tend to William. I'll call you when to bring it over." Aunt Josephine said to Lynn.

"You can sit up now, William," my aunt said to me. She stood smiling next to me in her white nurse's jacket as I slowly turned around. I wanted to cross my legs and try and hide my prick from view, or at least make it somewhat less conspicuous. But that was hardly possible given it's ramrod stiff condition. Besides, my aunt told me to lean back a little and open my legs so she could rub my abdomen. "Not feeling any cramps, are you dear ?"

I shook my head. "No, but is feels funny inside, like I'm going to have to go ...you know."

"Go have a bowel movement, you mean ?" she completed for me. "Good, that's the idea, after all. We want to get you good and clean. Next I'm going to give your enema. Well, actually it's a clyster since we're going to use a small rubber squeeze bulb, but it's the same difference. This is just a slightly different manner of introducing water into your bowels. Now I want you to lay down on your back and pull up your knees."

"Can't you do it with me laying like I just was, on my stomach ?" I didn't relish having my prick sticking out in full view.

"Silly boy, you're just ashamed of your willy being so stiff, aren't you ?" She rubbed the pulsing member under discussion with the back of her hand. "There's no need to be. I think you've got a very handsome penis. Why if I had one like yours I'd not mind showing it off to a pair of ladies. And I don't think the ladies would mind either. What do you think, Lynn ?"

"Why do they always have to be so stiff for ?" My cousin came over with a tray and set it down next to me. "I bet it gets in the way when it's like that. It wouldn't even fit back into your underpants, or mine," she gave me a quick smirk.

"Lynn, we'll not continue in this fashion. That's just the way boys are built. As I'm sure you already know. Now I want you to stop trying to embarrass your cousin. Hand me the lubricating ointment." Lynn handed her mother a white tube.

"Come on now, William. On your back please ....good ....pull up your knees ...a little higher ...there that's better."

I lay back and reluctantly did as my aunt told me. I felt extremely exposed in this position. My bottom was up in the air and my prick lay flat against my belly, balls riding high. I saw Lynn studying my private parts.

"Get me a small pillow to place under William's back, will you Lynn ?" Aunt Josephine ordered. She tucked it under the small of my back, raising my bottom even higher.

I watched my aunt unscrewing the tube of lubricant. She squeezed out a dollop on her index finger. Once again she rubbed it over my bumhole, but this time she did not linger and play around with me. Rather firmly, she spread it around and then inserted her finger up my ass, giving it a twirl or two for good measure. When she retracted her finger she gave it a good look.

"Hmmm, ..." she half murmured to herself. "Lynn, how many squirts of soap did you put in the canister ?"

"Like you told me, a dozen."

"Why don't you add another half a dozen or so ? My finger's still clean, just some glycerin on it. I think William could stand a bit of extra stimulation this first time."

Lynn eagerly complied. I watched her squeeze out at least 10 white jets of liquid soap into the enamel container. She stirred it with her finger, which came out covered with soapsuds. Tauntingly, she held up her finger and wiggled it around so I could see. There was a naughty anticipating grin on her face.

"Stop that, for goodness sakes. You'd think you were still a child. Don't forget you're going to get an enema as well, young lady. Maybe I'll let your cousin determine the dosage of soap. How would you like that ?"

From the look on my cousin's face, not very much. She didn't answer.

"I can count you know. You've made a pretty strong solution there. I'll make sure yours is industrial strength as well."

Now I wasn't all that knowledgeable about enema solutions at that time, but I did know that the soap would irritate and maybe even sting my insides.

"Don't let Lynn bother you, William. The soap is just to tickle your insides a bit, and clean you out. It won't hurt." As she was talking she took a black plastic nozzle and plugged it into a red rubber squeeze bulb. The nozzle was somewhat longer than my finger but much thicker around. The tip was bulbous shaped and had multiple openings at the end and on the side. My aunt lovingly rubbed some lubricant along the black gleaming shaft. She wiped her fingers daintily on a white cotton towel.

That done, she gave the bulb a few squeezes. I could hear the air escape with a hiss and a flatulatory plop or two at the end. It didn't do much in easing my anxiety. Seemingly pleased by the condition of the nasty looking appliance, my aunt then dipped the tip into the bowel of soapy water and started drawing the solution into the clyster bulb. That too was quite an audible process, with gurgles, plops, dribbles and splashes.

"Here we go now, William. Ready for your first enema ? Just relax and keep your bottom up in the air for me, OK ?" I nodded with closed eyes. "Silly, there's no need to be so anxious. It's just some soapy water to clean you out. Relax."

She leaned over and stroked my forehead. "Lynn, why don't you come over here and hold your cousin's hand while we do this ? Give him a reassuring presence."

"OK, sure thing." Lynn was next to me in no time at all, grabbing my right hand in both of hers and giving it a kiss. "There, there now. There's nothing to worry about, cuz. Auntie's and me are just going to squirt a little bit of nice warm water up your fanny so you can go potty like a good little boy. It will be all right, and you'll feel so much better afterwards ..." She put on an exaggerated air, as if she were talking to a small child. If she was trying to get my goat she certainly succeeded.

"Lynn, this is the last time I'm telling you ! Cut out this foolishness."

"Yes mom," she contritely said, not meaning a word. Even so my aunt had to suppress a little giggle.

"Don't mind her, dear. She's just being a bit of a tease. We'll see if she still puts on a big mouth when it's her turn."

My aunt pointed the nozzle head downwards aimed at my anus. A few drops of water dripped onto my buttocks and rolled off. "In we go now, relax and push back, William ....there we are."

The bulbous tip pressed up against my narrow asshole, aunt Josephine see-sawed in and out gently and with a shove she slid the nozzle up and into my rectum. She wiggled it about, just for good measure I suppose and gave a squeeze, injecting the soapy enema solution into my bowels. I could feel the warm, hot water flow in. It did more than just tingle my insides, it was definitely stimulating some kind of response.

"Wooohhh, not so fast ....I can't ....so much really ....." I couldn't say much more.

"Just relax and let it flow in. Wait a bit ...see ? It's better now isn't it ?"

After a few seconds the irritation did go away. But not my unease. "How much more do I have to take ?"

"How much more ? Why William dear, we've hardly even started yet. I should think this canister to be enough for a first time. Just a bit over a liter, a liter and a half maybe. About 8 more bulbs I would guess." She continued sucking up a next dosage of soapy water into the clyster.

"Oh, please aunt Josi, I couldn't ever take that much !"

"Yes you can, now just shush and lay still. Why this is nothing at all." She had the tip up against my asshole already and stuck it into me. It flopped right on in. She squeezed again. I felt another rush of warmth in my bowels. I shut my eyes as she withdrew the nozzle, a trickle of water dribbling down my buttocks. "Be thankful I'm not giving you a full adult cleansing with a fountain syringe. That way the flow of water is almost continuous without letup. At least with a little clyster bulb you get some breathing space in between."

I later learned that she was exaggerating the unpleasantness of the normal procedure, just to keep me from complaining too much. It must have been around the halfway point that I felt a series of cramps starting to build up. I began moaning and rocking back and forth. Aunt Josephine stopped administering the solution until the cramps had passed. She rubbed my abdomen to help me ride the spasms out. To do this she had to place her hand underneath my prick. Unfortunately, the cramps took all the pleasure out of the contact, I was so absorbed in trying to hold everything up, all the soapy water and the inevitably messy amount of yuck inside of me.

Lynn lent a sympathetic hand to the proceedings as well, in her own manner that is. She stroked my forehead, from time to time running a finger or two over my lips. While I was trying to suppress some undignified moaning, she tsk-tsked in apparent empathy, whispering that I should just concentrate on how many more times I'd get cleaned out before the vacation was over. "You've got the first one half down and goodness knows how many more to go. Ponder that for a moment, Willy boy."

I did and didn't care for the prospects.

But surprisingly, after a while, I found it easier to take the doses of soapy water. The cramps occurred more spaced apart and I learned how to ride them out, going with the flow, not trying to suppress them.

Finally my aunt announced that I had taken all the solution. "See, dear ? It wasn't all that difficult, now was it ?"

I didn't answer, but just nodded. I really wanted to let it all out. "Can I go now please ?" I asked.

"Go where dear ?"

"You know ...to the ....ahh toilet ...so I can go ...?"

"Oh no no, you've got to hold everything in you for at least 15 minutes, preferably more. Otherwise it won't have much of an effect."

I was ready to prove otherwise but my aunt was quite firm. "I want you to wait until I give you permission. If you like you can sit up. That may help out with the cramps. But don't bunch up too much, that's no good either."

She took the used clyster bulb and other things back to the sink where she started cleaning them. To Lynn, who had all this while continued holding on to my hand or stroking me on the head she said, "No sense in breaking out the water-bag. Now that I've got the clyster out, I'll use that for you too. It'll make for a change."

"Aren't you going to wait until he's done ?" she pointed to me.

"Of course not. Why ever for ? By the time you've received your enema, William should be ready to use the commode. Besides, I want him to watch how we do this. It might come in handy some day." She smiled at me, "and it will take his mind off of things."

"Mom, I don't want him to watch me !"

"We've gone over this before Maylynn. William's family so there's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't want to hear no more back-talk from you, understand ?"

"But this is so embarrassing !"

"You've certainly gone out of your way to embarrass William tonight. We'll see how you like it now. Besides, I'm sure he'll be the proper gentleman, won't you William ?"

I just nodded quickly, not really hearing it all, since I was again in the grip of a series of intestinal spasms.

"See, Lynn ? William's a bit distracted at the moment. He won't have time for much staring at your privates ..." Aunt Josephine laughed playfully.

"Please, mom. That's not funny ..."

"Maybe not, but in any case I want you on the bench, so get over here and lay down on your back." Aunt Josephine stood with her hands on her hips, the picture of authority.

Lynn reluctantly shuffled over to the padded bench, lips pouting and eyes filled with a mixture of beginning tears and anger, all seemingly directed at me.

"Good, now you sit down while I go prepare your solution. I'll attach a new nozzle to the clyster, for hygienic reasons of course, I don't suppose that you would want anything that has been used by your cousin, would you ?"

"Yecccchhh," Lynn made a face. "that's disgusting ..."

Lynn remained seated upright on the bench across from me, legs crossed and closed. She wasn't about to let me get a peek. Not that I would have noticed from all the cramping I was experiencing.

Presently aunt Josephine came back with the tray, presumably carrying much the same equipment as she had used on me. She set it down and told Lynn to get into position.

"Please mom, can't I lay on my side at least, like I used to ? You know, in Sam's Position ?"

"It's called Simm's," she wearily corrected, "and yes, I guess that would be just as well. Lay down now and hurry up. I don't want William on the commode before you're filled up."

Slowly my cousin complied. She lay on her left side facing away from me, with her legs pulled up to her chest somewhat. Now I don't really know why she preferred this position, or thought it less revealing since I got a good look at her privates as well as her fannyhole while my aunt was injecting the water. Lynn's cunny lips were nice and smooth, devoid of any pubic hair, as seemed to be the custom in this household. It made my cousin look younger than she was and more appealing as well, I must admit. Thankfully I didn't suffer from any particularly severe spasms as Lynn was getting filled up, clyster-bulb by bulb. I was able to give her cunny and adjacent regions a good look-over. She had the proverbial slit for a sex organ, nice and straight with rounded little half mounds as outer labia. It looked taught and pinkish towards the inner part and if I'm not mistaken I could jut make out the hooded little cap of her clitoris. Her genitals looked to be quite moist but that could have been from any number of reasons, nothing necessarily sexual.

It was not like my own set, which were definitely and surely engorged due to simple and unadulterated desire. I watched fascinated and enthralled as my aunt deftly and surely placed the bulbous tip of a large sized enema nozzle up against my cousin's asshole, pushed it in, squeezed and the retracted it, dripping milky colored water from her behind. In between insertions, I stared at Lynn's anus, as it pulsed and contracted in response to the treatment and injected soap solution. If I had been asked which of her two openings I would have liked to examine in depth, I would have been at a loss to answer. I longed to feel both.

But for the moment there would be nothing of the kind. I was happy enough for a good look, the likes of which I had never experienced before.

My aunt finished squirting the solution into Lynn's bowels and she was allowed to sit back upright. She didn't make much of a face, being used to this type of treatment. She just calmly crossed her legs tightly together again, and looked straight at me.

My aunt put the tray back and asked me if I was ready to use the commode. Was I ever !

"Wait until you're not experiencing any cramps and then go over and sit down. Don't hurry, take your time. We don't want any accidents on the way, do we ?" she told me.

No, we certainly didn't, I would never have been able to live it down. I did as she told me and gratefully lowered myself on the toilet seat. Now I would have preferred to be alone and in normal circumstances I wouldn't have dreamed of having a bowel movement with anyone else present, family or not. But these weren't normal circumstances. I was on the edge of exploding and wanted to be rid of the pressure on my insides.

"Let the water and everything flow out by itself, William. Don't force anything. Wait until you feel the urge."

I didn't have long to wait. Slowly, but inevitably my bowels contracted and I let go with relief and trepidation. The water and my bowel contents cascaded out in a first long drawn out flow, punctuated with many plops, flops, and other highly humiliating noises, none of which I could control.

After the first rush I was shaking a bit and shivering. I wanted to get up and clean myself off, but aunt Josephine told me to wait some more, there would be at least several following series of cramps and evacuations to come before all was voided from my bowels.

While I was waiting for them to come, I saw Lynn had opened up her legs and spread them so I could get a good look. She was teasing me of course, trying to act unconcerned about it, as if I were not present. I just couldn't figure her out.

I didn't have much time since true to my aunt's prediction's I had several series of quite strong cramps. More shit followed than I had believed possible to be inside of a person. Especially since I had been having normal movements daily. But whatever the reason, it was about 15 minutes before I was sure that the last of the water was out and I was empty.

I hadn't paid my cousin too much mind during the while, there were other things on my mind, more pressing things, difficult to ignore. But when I was sufficiently composed I noted to my delight that Lynn had started rocking up and down while holding her arms tight around her belly. Aha, I thought, so she is not immune to the effects of a good enema, her haughty disposition notwithstanding.

Then when I had thought the worst of the affair over, I realized I had to wipe and clean myself off. My bottom was not very clean, what with all the violent expulsions and splashing in the toilet bowl. Aunt Josephine told me to just wipe the worst of the stuff off with some paper and then to come on over to the bidet.

I really didn't want Lynn to see my splattered backside, so I had to slink over sideways. While I was seated on the bidet, aunt Josephine gave Lynn permission to use the commode. With the water running I didn't hear all that much of Lynn's release, which I think was the idea. In any case I submitted to the indignity of being cleaned off and dried by my aunt.

"Well William, how do you feel ?" my aunt asked, giving me a look over. "Ready for a good soaking bath now ?"

The water was already running in her large-sized tub, so I figured she was just asking a rhetorical question. "OK, I guess. I sure feel empty."

"Feels good, doesn't it ?"

All the embarrassment aside I did feel rather good as a matter of fact. My erection had finally subsided a bit, so that my prick hung in a more or less normal state. My insides were cleaned out and felt it. I was slightly light-headed and dizzy but very aware of the powerful evacuation my intestines had just been subjected to. A curious condition, but not altogether unpleasant by far.

"Why don't you step into the bath while Lynn finishes ?"

The water was hot and scented with a flowery bath oil. I slowly stepped in and sat down. I relaxed and closed my eyes, since from where I was it was difficult to look at Lynn without being too pruriently obvious about it. I expected her to join me in the tub but instead she opted for a quick shower. Aunt Josephine didn't comment on it, so I supposed that with the enemas over, she wasn't planning on keeping us together in a state of joint nudity for much longer.

I was right. Lynn showered quickly, wrapped herself in a large towel and prepared to leave the bathroom. As she was going towards the door aunt Josephine said : "Shouldn't you say anything to your cousin ?"

"I'm going back to my room now. Is there any particular color of undie you prefer cuz ? White satin ? Racy black ? Or would you like some flesh colored knickers ?" She was smiling with an assumed air. "I know, how about a chiffon night gown ?"

"Lynn, that's enough now."

"Sorry mom, I just wanted to say that he's welcome to borrow any of my lingerie. We both know he adores it so."

"Saying good-night will be sufficient."

"OK. Good night Willy dear. Sweet dreams." She left the room after blowing a not too heart-felt kiss.

Afterwards

Aunt Josephine sat down on the edge of the bath and stroked my hair. "Don't pay too much attention to Maylynn. She's just doing her best to act obnoxious. But deep down she really likes you."

"You wouldn't think so."

"Oh I know all right. If she hadn't wanted to, she would never have allowed me to give her an enema with you in the same room."

I mulled that over a bit but didn't really understand it. I guess I wasn't supposed to.

"How have you liked your cleaning session so far?" she asked me.

So far ? I had hoped this was as far as it was going to go. I prayed my aunt didn't intend on putting me through another enema. "It sure was something different."

"You haven't answered the question. Did you like it ?"

"I don't know, aunt Josephine. Really I don't. It's all sort of .....I dunno ...embarrassing ?" I wanted to say it was outright humiliating but didn't dare. But if I was honest with myself, I'd have to admit that it was one hell of a turn-on as well. I was at a loss of what to say.

She shook her head in amusement and laughed to herself. "I see you've got a lot to learn. But don't worry, we'll work on that." My aunt stood up and told me to do the same. She took a flask of bath gel and unscrewed the top. The lotion was colored a bright red and smelled very fresh and flowery with a hint of a heavier musky scent. She rubbed it all over me, covering my body from top to bottom. I don't suppose I have to explain that she took that extra bit of care with my private parts, rubbing it carefully over my recently denuded genitals and causing my prick to stiffen (again). She parted my buttocks and massaged the lotion all along my bottom and around my anus. But when she began to push her finger up against my asshole, I pulled back, not wanting more soap up my backside.

"Come now William, don't tell me you're still shy after your treatment this evening ?"

I don't know if I was but for the moment I had had more than enough of irritating substances up my back canal. "No aunt Josephine, I guess not ...not anymore ...but it still feels a little ...sore, irritated ? You know what I mean ?"

"How thoughtless of me !" she said shaking her head. "Where am I with my thoughts ?"

Well, I didn't know for sure, but with one hand of hers around my prick I had a pretty good idea.

"I'll get you something for that, I have just the thing." My aunt went over to one of the cabinets and rummaged around. She came back with a foil wrapped object.

I groaned to myself. It looked like another suppository. When my aunt unwrapped it I saw I was right. "Now don't make a long face like that William. My goodness, you'd think you had a bad time here tonight. This is only a soothing suppo, nothing more."

She placed the torpedo shaped object on the foil wrapper. "Why don't you dip back into the water and rinse everything off ? Then you can dry off and I'll give you the suppository, OK ?"

It wasn't like I had any real say in the matter, so I did as she said. When I was dried off, my aunt sat down on the bathtub rim and told me to lay down over her lap.

"Huh ?" I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly.

She patted her thighs. "Come on William, just lay down, fanny facing up." Her nurse's jacket, already short to begin with, was of course pulled up, revealing quite a lot of her thighs. She pretended to straighten it out while looking at me, but only pulled it up higher, showing even more of her smooth legs. If it went any higher I was sure to get a look at her pussy. But it didn't.

"For goodness sake's William, I won't bite. Come on," she patted her thigh again, "down you go like a good little boy."

I did as I was told by my aunt, just as I had done the whole evening. As I was bending down, supporting myself with one arm on the bathtub rim and the other on my aunt's shoulder, she opened her thighs and maneuvered me so that my prick was caught between them. She wriggled around, ostensibly to get into a comfortable position to support me, but also closing her legs together again, my stiff organ sandwiched, quite deliciously I might add, between them.

She made no mention of how I was positioned, acting like this was the normal manner of doing things in her house. Maybe it was.

The suppo was nice and slick of itself, so she just used thumb and forefinger to part my bottom and then worked the cylinder up into me, following through with her finger, pushing it up as high as she could. Of course she kept her digit up in me, playing around unconcernedly, pressing certain spots, hooking her finger and twirling it about. She seemed to like doing that. So did I. I couldn't help but moan.

"It can't hurt all that much now, can it William ?" she asked with an amused tone in her voice, all the while continuing her little interior massage.

"Mmmm ...no aunt ...Josephine ....you're not hurting me ...not at all ..." I answered.

"Ohhh ...I see. It feels good. Is that it ?" As if she didn't know.

"Oh yes ..."

"That's what I thought. Good. I know just what to do to make you feel even better. Would you like that?" she asked.

"I guess so ..."

She retracted her finger from my bottom and opened her thighs. "Let's go into the bedroom shall we?" she said. I got up and aunt Josephine took my hand, leading me to her bed. She placed a towel nearby and sat down unbuttoning her white nurse's uniform. She didn't uncover her breasts completely, but left enough bare for me to see.

"Why don't you turn around and sit in my lap, instead of laying down, OK ?" I did as she asked though we both had to move around a bit to find a comfortable position. She held me in her arms and pressed my head up against her neck. Her hair brushed my face and I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent, nuzzling my aunt's soft skin. Oh how I wanted her to just hold me for the rest of the night and rock me gently.

"Do you like this William ? Me holding you ?"

"Oh yes aunt, yes, yes ....." I murmured trailing off inaudibly.

"I thought you would. You've been quite well mannered regarding your little punishment tonight. You've done well."

"I'll do anything you tell me ...."

"Well, anything is a lot," she warned. "Don't ever say that to Maylynn or you'll be sorry. Anyway, I think it's time you got to bed. But before you do that there's just one more thing we have to take care of."

Inwardly I groaned. Not another enema ! But I needn't have worried. My aunt was quite knowledgeable about the ways of teenage boys. She moved her hand lower and teasingly wagged my erection to and fro.

"I know that boys will be boys and that's it's ever so hard to refrain from playing with yourself. Especially after a cleaning session. But I'm a bit old fashioned about some things, and I really don't approve of leaving you in this state. I wouldn't want to encourage you to masturbate any more than necessary ..."

"Oh, I won't. I promise." I said believing it at that particular moment.

"Don't be silly," my aunt chided me with a chuckle. "Who do you think you're kidding ? You couldn't sleep in this condition if you wanted to. I wasn't born yesterday you know. No no, I'll take care of you right now, and I expect you to let me take care of it from now on as well. Understand ?"

I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I thought I misunderstood. "What do you mean exactly, aunt Josephine ?" I asked.

"You know very well what I mean, little boy. I don't think it would be very polite of you to jerk off when there are ladies present in the same house. No more playing around with yourself. I'll be supervising you closely from now on. Now do you understand ?"

Well, I did and I didn't. Not really. This wasn't anything I had ever thought about. Nor dreamed about either. So I wisely just murmured that I understood and let my aunt continue stroking me.

"Good. Now spread your legs open a bit wider, close your eyes and relax. I'm going to make you feel very good."

And she did too, very much so. She played with my prick and balls, squeezing, stroking, pulling and massaging them, gently and then more fervently. She stuck a finger up my asshole again and while whispering encouragements pumped my prick and anus at the same time. Telling me not to hold back any longer, I let myself cross the edge and finally orgasmed in my aunt's arms, shaking and shuddering deliciously and uncontrollably.

When I was done, she held on to me for a while longer, stroking my hair and kissing me on the lips several times. Then she told me it was time to get up and leave for my room. She still had her bathing to do.

She cleaned her hands off on the towel as I was gathering up my clothes. I didn't know if I should put them on before going down to my room or not. Seeing me standing undecided my aunt looked at me with questioning eyes. "What's the matter William. Puzzled about something ?"

"No, aunt ...but it's just these clothes. I don't know if I should put them back on or ...what ..."

"Is that your way of saying you're too shy to ask for some of Lynn's things to wear ?"

"No, no ...it's not that at all ...but I ..."

She broke me off. "Would you like something of mine then ?"

I shook my head. "No, it's OK, please. I'm fine ...really." I just wanted to get back with being told to wear anymore of their feminine garments.

"Well, why don't you just take this nightgown along anyway. You might change your mind during the night." She put a rather flimsy beige colored garment on top of my clothes. "Good night now William."

"Good night aunt Josephine ....and thank you for everything."

"You're welcome dear. Sleep tight." Finally I closed the door behind me, garments gathered together in my arms while I was still undressed. I made my way down the stairs and was about to enter my room when I heard Lynn behind me. She was standing in her doorway.

"Aren't you going to say goodnight cuz ?"

"Uh, goodnight Lynn ..."

She came up to me and looked at the bundle of clothes I was carrying. She fingered the nightgown. "Going to wear this tonight ? Good. It's nice and cool. Me ? I don't wear much in this kind of weather. But that doesn't concern you really, does it ?"

"No, I ..." I started.

"I guess Mom 'supervised' you ?" She arched her eyebrows up and down. I blushed. "I bet it was fun. But don't think that's the only kind of fun we have around here. Just you wait and see. I'm going to be in on it too." Lynn then gave me a deep and very wet kiss. It left me quite confused. "You go on to bed now, cuz. Put the pretty little gown on for me and dream nice thoughts. Nighty night now ..."

And with that she was gone back into her room. Well, it looked like we might end up as kissing cousins, if only after a fashion.

To say that I was confused was the understatement of the year. But I was tired too, sexually fatigued and replete, thoroughly cleaned out and empty and at a loss of what to think of my aunt and cousin. Whatever the next days would bring I was sure it would interesting in the utmost if somewhat embarrassing. And fun. That too.

Before climbing into bed I pondered over what to wear. I couldn't get the thought of the sheer gown out of my head. Now wouldn't those two females be surprised if I actually did wear it to bed tonight ? So telling myself I was taking them up on their dare I quickly slipped it on and crawled into bed, a bit guiltily enjoying the feel of the soft garment before falling asleep.

Part 2

The Morning After

The morning after my first enema session with aunt Josephine I was at a bit of a loss on how to act. Feeling sheepishly stupid, not in the least for having worn the nightgown to bed, I got up and washed. I remember feeling quite refreshed, having slept very deeply and soundly. But as I went downstairs to the breakfast table I wondered how I was expected to act now that I had been 'initiated' into the family ways of supervised cleansing.

As it turned out nothing different was expected of me than before. Aunt Josephine was her usual bright and cheerful self and made no mention whatsoever about what had happened last night. Intimacies, or what I had thought to be intimacies, were not referred to or hinted at, certainly not over the breakfast table. Lynn was her usual self : annoyingly condescending or femininely aloof as the whim suited her.

In a way I was relieved that no mention was made of anything, but after a few days I wondered what the routine was in aunt Josephine's household. Were these 'treatments' a once a month thing ? weekly ? a spur of the moment decision ?

I wouldn't say that I was eagerly looking forward to a repeat, but on the other hand, the prospect of another evening with my cuz in the nude wasn't all that awful to contemplate either. And I had to admit that my insides had never worked and felt better. There seemed to be something in all of this. My aunt's final handjob had been a pleasant event and a couple more before the vacation ended would not have been amiss either.

As my aunt suggested (ordered ?) I had refrained from indulging in acts of self-abuse (ha ha) and was frankly feeling the strain. Of course. being so highly strung permeated almost everything with a sexual meaning and connotation. I was sexually charged and high on the feeling. I wondered if persons practicing carnal abstinence experienced similar feelings. If so they must go through life seeing erotic significance in the most innocent and innocuous of things and settings.

But I was just a teenager, woefully lacking in self-control and not at all bent on living the life of a (lewd-minded) ascetic. So while I wanted to stay on aunt Josephine's good side, and did as she asked, I was aching for some form of relief.

Lynn Brings Along a Friend

One evening aunt Josephine went out and left me to my own devices. It would have been more fun if she had left me to my own vices instead, but I guess that was out of the question. Lynn was out with a friend or something so I was alone. Before she left my aunt gave me needless instructions on what to do should I get hungry or thirsty. She also ruffled my hair and told me to be 'a good boy' while she was away.

"Just to make sure when I get back, I'll check to see if none of Lynn's unmentionables are missing and have mysteriously ended up in your room." She gave me a big smile while she said it; as if it were a sort of joke, but at the same time she was warning me not to attempt any monkey business.

"Gee aunt Josi, I wouldn't do that again."

"Uh huh, and the check's in the mail ...I wasn't born yesterday. Just be good. OK William ?"

"Sure, I promise."

She drove off leaving me to what I thought would be an evening of peace and quiet.

Half an hour later, I heard the back door open. I groaned. It was Lynn, back early. As she entered the room I saw she had a friend along. At first I thought she was with a boyfriend or classmate, but as I got a good look I realized she was with a female friend. The other girl had very dark hair, cut short which gave her a boyish look. But upon a more careful and discreet look at her chest I noticed two little protuberances where her breasts should be. She was definitively female, though in other attire could have passed for a boy.

"Oh, you're still here," I heard the disappointment in her voice. "Where's mom ?"

"She left already."

"Oh ? I thought you were going along."

"She didn't mention anything ...."

Lynn shrugged, acting as if she were making the best of a bad situation. "She won't be back early. I know her habits. Probably looking to get laid."

I reddened. Such talk was not the norm in my parent's home.

"I guess you're not much use to her ..." Lynn snickered, looking at her friend who also broke into a grin.

"Lynn, why don't you introduce me to ..." the other girl said.

"Whatsizname ?" She pointed at me.

"Yeah, to whatsizname.."

"This is my 'younger' cousin William."

"Hi," said the other girl. "My name is Allison. Everyone calls me Allie."

"Hi Allie." I got up and stood looking at her, not knowing what to do or say. She smiled back.

Lynn looked at both of us and raised her eyebrows. "C'mon Allie, let's go upstairs and leave William to whatever he was doing before we came." She snickered, "I hope we didn't interrupt anything naughty."

They started up the stairs and called back to me, "William, we're gonna be trying on some of my lingerie. If you want, you can come along and join us. There's bound to be something in your size ...." That really broke them up. Holding each other and giggling like fools they went upstairs.

Well, it looked like Lynn hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut, no matter what she had promised aunt Josephine. It pissed me off to no end since there was no way I could prove to my aunt that Lynn had blabbed about my punishment. I slumped back down in the chair, imagining ways of getting even with my cousin. But the more I tried imagining a means of retribution, the more I was began to wonder what the two girls were doing upstairs. Were they really trying on Lynn's lingerie ? That would be a sight. What I wouldn't give for a peek into her room right now.

I didn't have to imagine much about my cousin's anatomy, though it had been all lookee and no touchee a few days ago. Not unlike watching a nice blue movie or studying a centerfold. Great as far as it went, but ultimately unsatisfying. That wasn't even taking Allison into consideration. I wondered what she looked like undressed and drifted off into a rather perversely concocted reverie, highly improbable but detailed nonetheless.

Partway into my fantasy I was interrupted by Lynn calling me from atop the stairway. "Oh cuzzy boy. Come here, there's something I want to show you."

"What is it ?"

"You'll see. C'mon. It's something you'll like." She had her hands in back of her waist and a big smile on her face. I didn't like the looks of this and was of a mind just to ignore her.

"You tell me first."

"No, it'll spoil the fun. C'mon, I won't bite."

"I dunno ..."

"Oh don't be such a wet rag. I just want to say that Allie really thinks you're cute and would like to see more of you."

Did my heart skip a beat ? Maybe not literally but it felt like it. I could hardy believe what I was hearing. "Huh ? Are you trying to jerk me off ?" Whoops, that must have been my Freudian slip showing. "I mean ...what do you mean ?" If she wanted me flustered, Lynn couldn't have found a better way. She beckoned with her head, indicating I come to her. Slowly I climbed the stairs.

"Like I said cuz, Allison thinks you're so adorable and would really like to see more of you. In fact we both would ....in this." She showed me what she had been holding behind her back : it was a piece of her lingerie, another white satiny garment, this time something for the upper-body with straps and lace.

"Are you out of your mind ?" I didn't know if I was more furious than embarrassed. "What if I tell your mother about this ?"

She blinked her eyes looking the innocent. "Tell her what cuzzy ? Me and Allie have been upstairs minding our own business. I wouldn't know what in the world William is talking about, mom. Why don't you ask Allison ?" She was mimicking a conversation with aunt Josephine and mad as I was, I knew she would be able to pull it off.

"Look, just leave me alone, OK ? You must be crazy if you think I'm gonna wear that ... ...that ....thing for you two girls."

"It's a camisole Willy, and you'd look so adorable in it. C'mon, do it for me and Allie. Last time you liked it so much."

"I did not."

"Then why was your thing so stiff all the while ?"

"That's just because ....I mean that's the way it is ... the way it works ...." I couldn't very well say that my prick got stiff from pure embarrassment alone. "I dunno ...I just can't help it ..."

"Oh, it's OK to admit it was fun. Lots of boys enjoy dressing up in their sister's clothes." She smiled. "Look, why don't you just do it, OK ? For me and Alison. We'll do something nice for you in return. Maybe Allie will wear something cute and skimpy for you. Doesn't that sound nice ?"

It did, but I wasn't about to trust my cousin. "No, thanks Lynn, just forget about it. I'm not going to wear it."

"Sure ?"

"Absolutely. No way."

"Tell you what, cuz. I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse."

Oh spare me. Lynn coming on like a wiseguy. At least she didn't do a Brando imitation.

"I hid some things of mine in your room, some more cute little unmentionables." She pulled up her shoulders quickly and grinned innocently. "When mom comes home, I'm gonna ask her if she's seen any of them and then I'm gonna ask you and I wonder who'll end up turning beet red in the face ? Then she's going to look through your room and find them and then I wonder who's going to be in a heap of trouble ?"

I started towards my room.

"And don't bother looking. You wouldn't find everything anyway. And besides, from the mess in your room, mom would know you'd been up to something."

I felt my heart sinking. She was probably correct. What to do ?

She dangled the thing in front of me again. "C'mon, don't be such a sissy William. Let's go to my room where you can change. If you be a good little boy, Allie and I will do something for you in return. OK ?"

"What will you do ?"

"Ohhh ...something that I know you'll like. You'll see ....c'mon." She took me by the hand and led me to her room.

Another Fine Mess

It looked like I was trapped. I couldn't figure out how Lynn had done it. One minute I was downstairs, quietly minding my own business, lost in a personalized smutty daydream, the next my cousin had me dancing to her tune, meekly submitting to her idea of a sexual fantasy. Or maybe it was her idea of humiliation. If so, she wasn't far off the mark.

But to be honest, I felt a twinge of naughty anticipation as well. There was going to be an element of nudity involved in all of this, mine certainly and maybe the girl's as well. That was something to look forward to. My prick began to swell as Lynn led me by the hand into her room and closed the door behind us..

Allison was sitting on the bed, hands nervously hidden between her crossed legs. She smiled at me with puckered lips and raised eyebrows as I entered the room. "Was it hard to get him to come ...?"

"Silly, we don't want him to come so soon ...You know what I mean." and she started snickering. "No, it wasn't hard for me to entice my cuz. He's a sucker for racy lingerie. Really turns him on ..." She waved the camisole in the air.

Lynn stared with elbows on her hips while looking me up and down. She went over to her friend and whispered something in her ear. They both started giggling.

"OK cuz. Time to strut your stuff." She held out the camisole. "Let's see how you look."

"I don't think this is such a good idea." I protested.

"You don't ? Well, I do. Listen kiddo, you either do as we agreed or your 'aunt Josi' is going to be royally pissed off at you when she gets back. Make up your mind. Either shit or get off the pot ..." Her eyes lit up. "Say ...that gives me an idea."

Me too, but I was hoping she wouldn't catch on.

"Allie's always been curious what enemas are like. You dress up like we say and we'll let you watch as she gets one. How's that sound ?"

Decidedly better. But now it was Allison's turn to object.

"Hey, c'mon Lynn, you're being pretty generous with the proposals around here. Don't I have a say in this ?"

"Sure you do sweetheart, but don't worry about Willy. He'll behave himself and do as he's told. No touching the merchandize."

"I'm not merchandize ..."

"Sorry," Lynn said, "You know what I mean ...just joking. Tell you what Allie, we'll give one to William first. How's that sound ?"

Allison's face broke out in a smile, "That's better ...."

I didn't know what to say. These two girls were acting as if I were a trained puppy, ready to show my tricks. If I had thought it would have done any good I would have walked out then and there. But I didn't dare. I was afraid that Lynn just might do what she threatened me with. And then I would be up the creek. So I just shut up and did nothing. And besides ....it might turn out to be interesting after all. Allison looked cute and I wanted to see more of her in the nude ...or any other way for that matter. And if she was going to see in my Sunday best I guess that was a form of intimacy as well.

"OK you." Lynn was talking to me again, "Time to change, let's get a move on. Catch." She tossed me the piece of lingerie. I caught it.

I sighed and acted like I was making the best of a bad situation. "Where can I change please?"

"You know better than to ask a question like that cuz. Where do you think ?" she grinned.

Yeah, she was just like my aunt in that regard. I was to undress in front of them. Well so be it. I untied my shoes and tried flipping them up in the air, like a sultry stripper, but all I managed was to almost trip over myself. I stumbled back and forth.

"Stop making like Gypsy Rose Lee. If anything, you look more like Laurel and Hardy in a burlesque house."

Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult ? I just happened to love watching those old movies. I sat down on Lynn's bed and pulled off my socks. Which part next ? I hesitated. T-shirt or pants ?

The last time my aunt had insisted that I take my pants off first. So I decided that was how it was to be. I had to maneuver around a bit to get it past my erection as unobtrusively as possible but that was a non-starter. It was fairly obvious after all that I was stiff and raring to go. My briefs went next. Last I took off my T-shirt and sat down on the bed, hands demurely crossed over my lap.

"None of that, no sitting down. Stand up and show us how you look. Then you dress up nicely for us, understand ?" Lynn ordered.

I stood up and she twirled her finger indicating I turn around for them to inspect. Allison was staring rather intently at my lower region while Lynn sported a knowing smile. "See how much he likes showing off, Allie ?" she said to her friend. "Wait till he dresses up, then he's even cuter. And his thing gets even stiffer."

"Really ?" Allison asked. "It's pretty big as it is. But I thought they were all gross and hairy and everything. His is so smooth."

"I know, darling isn't it ?" My mom shaved him a few days ago."

"She must have real careful with the razor."

"Oh no, I mean she used a cream," confided Lynn.

"Like girls use on their legs ?"

"Sure."

"Oh wow, was he all stiff then too ?" Allison asked. Lynn nodded knowingly. "With your mom present and everything ?"

"Oh sure, you should have seen him shaking all over, he liked it so much," Lynn said. "Next time she's going to do his legs as well."

"That I have just got to see !" Allison clapped her hands together. "Cripes, he might not turn out to be half bad-looking that way. I gotta hand it to your mom Lynn, she knows how to make a male halfway presentable."

"She sure does, and that's not all either. I'll show you later on ....but first ...."

I had been standing there listening to the girls' exchange, half angered for being talked about like I wasn't present, half aroused at the things they were discussing.

" ...don't you think it's about time you got dressed, sissy boy ?" Lynn said turning her attention to me.

Resignedly but also secretly aroused, I slipped the garment up over my head and pulled it down, wriggling my arms through the straps. The laced hem hardly came to below my navel and even as I was straightening it out I felt my prick harden even more and a tingle of pleasure ripple along my insides.

"Now you're being a good little boy, William. Or should I say a good little 'girl' ?" The girls snickered. "Turn around now and show us your pretty camisole. That's right ....very good."

I did as Lynn said and daintily made a full circle on my toes. Well, daintily wasn't quite the word, but I didn't stumble or fall.

"Well, that's very good for starters. Let's see what else we have for our little girl here ..." Lynn looked around in one of her drawers taking out several items.

"Hey, c'mon," I said. "I put the thing on for you girls, now it's enough."

"Is it ?" Lynn said looking exaggeratedly at her friend with wide eyes. "What do you think, Allie dear ? Is it enough ?"

"Gee, I hope not. Your cousin is so cute. Can't he model a few more things for us ?" Allison played along.

"I'm pretty sure. In fact I'm almost certain 'she' will, won't 'she' William ?" Lynn was holding up something else frilly. It was a garter belt with straps.

"Look, Lynn. I did as you asked. Isn't that enough ?" I said.

"It's OK for starters sissy-boy, but this is so much fun it would be a shame to stop now. Right Allie ?" Her friend agreed shaking her head and grinning broadly if somewhat uncertainly. "See cuzzy ? The show's just begun. Here, put this on and don't let me hear any back talk."

I took the garter belt and looked, pretending to be at a loss on how to wear it. Maybe if I acted the incompetent I could get back into my regular clothes and out of the clutches of these females.

But it didn't work out that way. Lynn just took the garter from me and told me how to put it on. Then she choose a pair of nylon stockings to go with it, so they went on as well, though not without some unfeigned fumbling on my part while trying to hook them up to the garter. Apparently females had to be rather nimble with the fingers in order to dress properly. I just couldn't get it right.

"Maybe I should help your cousin with the fasteners ?" Allison said.

Lynn smiled at the suggestion. "Sure, go ahead. He's just a clumsy butterfingers like all boys. If his prick weren't so obscenely large he'd probably never be able to find it without a flashlight."

That was an unwarranted remark. I had always been quite able to find my prick, unaided or not.

Allison rather eagerly lent a hand, kneeling down in front of me to grab the hem of the nylons. She lowered them down to under my knees first, then gave a good pull and stretched them tight up along my thighs. She expertly attached the fastenings to the garter belt, managing several times to cop a feel in between. I never would have thought her so nimble at first glance, but she really had a way with her fingers.

Finished, Allison stood up to give me a look over. She patted me on the behind indicating I turn around and gave me another good squeeze on the prick en passant.

"He's cute like this," she said.

"Isn't he now ?" Lynn chimed in. "They should dress up more like this."

"Definitively ..."

I figured they were talking about males in general, but said nothing, hoping their interest would fade. Ha ha, was that ever an idle hope. Far from being satisfied, Lynn and Allison chose out several more pieces of intimate lingerie and had me put those on as well. Some were rather difficult to put on, so I was helped out by one of the two girls. The only constraint they had was not to give me anything that would have covered my prick. There was no way I would have been able to stick it into one of Lynn's panties without getting it all out of shape.

Finally, after about a dozen different types of lingerie they ran out of items. Apparently I had run the gauntlet of Lynn's little collection. "OK ? Are you satisfied now ?" I asked.

"Wellllll ...." Lynn grimaced in mock earnestness. "I dunno cuz. You're just so darned cute, it would be a shame to let you get out of those pretty things."

"C'mon now, Lynn. Enough is enough. I did as you asked. Let's just stop."

"Boy, you sure a spoilsport. Not really the life of the party, are you ?"

I wasn't aware of any party being thrown and told her so.

"You know, we could have us a little party .....a little fun ...if you play along that is ..."

Was she proposing something ? I wasn't sure I had heard right. "What do you mean, Lynn ?" I asked.

"Oh don't act so dense. Would you like us to dress up for you ?" Lynn looked at Allison and grinned. "We might even have something special for you ...if you're a good boy that is."

"Like what ?"

"That's a surprise." Lynn whispered something in Allie's ear and they both sniggered. "Look cuz, you just wait here for a minute. We'll be right back." Lynn grabbed Allie's hand and led her out the door.

I stood there debating if now wouldn't be a good time to beat a hasty retreat. But instead of decamping tout sweet, I sat down on Lynn's bed and patiently waited for the girls to return. In a way all this was fun. Seriously, how often do you think I'd been asked to undress in front of two good looking, if ornery, girls ? And besides, there was no escaping my cousin in this house. That I had already figured out.

A Surprise

They both came back carrying several items wrapped up in a towel. I couldn't see what they were even though I tried to get a look.

"I thought you were going to dress up for me ?" I asked, not really expecting Lynn to honor her earlier promise.

"Impatient little boy. Don't be in such a rush." Lynn displayed a grin on her face. "We just went to get some special things from Mom's room. We got them just for you. Didn't we Allie?"

"Oh yeah ....just for you." Allison couldn't hide her giggling and held a hand in front of her mouth. "Juuuust for you ...."

"Can I see it then ?" I asked.

"Sure ?"

"Sure I'm sure." I answered.

"OK. Now open your mouth and close your eyes, I have for you a big surprise ..." she mimicked the children's rhyme in a sing-song voice.

I didn't trust her and waited.

"C'mon cuzzy, you can trust me. I won't put anything nasty in your mouth. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die ..." Lynn was reverting back to her childhood. Or maybe she had been watching too much TV lately.

"Do you expect me to trust you when you're acting so childish ? What's all this 'cross my heart stuff' ?" I remembered something I had once read in a book. "If you want to swear an honest oath, why don't you do it like in ancient times ?"

"How's that ?" Lynn asked.

"You're supposed to grab your genitals with your hand while you make a promise." Of course I didn't go in for any such nonsense, but figured it was good for a gag. At least it was worth a try at getting the girls out of their pants.

Lynn made a silly face. "Will that make you happy cuz ?"

I nodded.

"OK," Lynn placed a hand between her legs. "I promise."

"It doesn't count that way. You have to be holding your bare sex organ."

"Oh for goodness' sakes. Don't be so silly. Nobody ever did that."

"Well, they did." I insisted.

"Oh well, if you want to get a peek at our cunts, you should have just said so. We're willing to oblige you on that score, aren't we Allie ?" Lynn said grinning at her friend.

"Sure, if that's all it'll take to make you happy William."

I wasn't so sure that would be all it would take, but at least it was a good beginning. The two girls lowered their jeans and stepped out of them. Lynn slid her panties down and cupped her pussy. Allison did the same. "OK ? See ? We promise ..." They both broke out in giggles. "C'mon, now it's your turn. Open your mouth and close your eyes.."

Grudgingly I complied, opening my mouth warily. I heard Lynn approaching and then felt something cold and rubbery pressed up against my lips. I pulled away. "Yechhh ...what in the world is that ?" I asked.

It was a needless question since I recognized at least the most obvious part of what Lynn was holding. It was a black plastic/rubber shaft shaped as an erect prick, attached to a pad with straps. It was an imitation penis.

"It's one of mom's toys. A strap-on dildo."

"I know what they are. You were just holding it too close."

"Yeah sure. Do you know what it's for ?" Lynn asked with a glint in her eye.

Now I may have been rather inexperienced in certain areas, but I wasn't born yesterday either. Avid reading of naughty magazines had taught me this was the preferred plaything when two girls get together, one of them strapping it on to fuck the other. This was one of the fabled pastimes of Lesbian Sex (note the capital letters). Anything of this nature had up to now just been the subject of fevered dreams and imaginings on my part.

Thinking for once that I was on a par with Lynn I acted very self assured. "Oh sure. That's one of those things that girls wear."

Lynn's smile grew even larger. "Very good, cuzzy. Very good indeed. Of course males don't need anything like this now, do they ?"

"Well, of course not ..."

"Unless their thing is so puny or limp it doesn't amount to much." She grabbed hold of my 'thing'. I wondered why she never just called it a penis or prick. "But we don't have to worry about with you, do we William ?"

She certainly didn't.

"It's called a strap-on dildo. Ever seen one in action before ?" Lynn made obscene little thrusting motions with the plastic shaft and her hips simultaneously.

"Not really. But I'd like to." I decided to throw caution to the winds.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence. You see, Allie and me just happened to be planning on giving you a little demonstration. Would you like that ?"

"You were ?" I was trying to figure out where all of this sexual benevolence was coming from. Stupidly I attributed it to rampant horniness on the girls' part.

"Sure we were, weren't we Allie ? She looked at her friend who nodded back.

"Oh yeah, we just couldn't refrain."

"You don't mind participating, do you cuz ?" Lynn asked arching up her eyebrows knowingly.

Mind ? Me ? What a silly question to ask a teenager. Of course I was thinking with my balls and not my brains or I would have been more wary.

"No, no. I won't mind at all ..." I answered, visions of the girls in naked, hot, torrid embrace fleeting through my head. I wondered who was going to wear the dildo, or if they would take turns.

"Good." Lynn said. "Which one of us should put it on first ?"

Which one ? I figured it wouldn't matter all that much if they were both going to take a turn at it, though I must confess that in my mind's eye I couldn't picture Allison as being the active partner. Somehow Lynn seemed to be typecast for the role. That being the case, I decided to see if Lynn would go for some reverse thinking.

"Allison's the guest tonight. Why not let her go first ?" I ventured.

"Oh William, that's a lovely thought. How thoughtful of you." Lynn seemed pleased. She turned to her friend. "Is that all right with you Allie ?"

"Sure, why not ?" Allison replied. Lynn handed Allison the device.

"I guess we can get started then ? OK with you Allie ?"

"OK."

"Fine. Need any help getting it on ? Want William to help you ?"

This was becoming to be too good to be true.

"I guess so. Why not ?" Allison said.

"Why not indeed ? C'mon Allie, you're gonna have to strip down now, or we won't be able to dress you up properly."

Yes, this was definitively too good to be true. Allison blushed. It was just a hint mind you, not much more than that since she was smiling so broadly, as she slipped off her clothes. As I had figured she wasn't all that large in the chest department and overall was built very slim and thin. But, she was naked and she was a girl and for me that was enough for the moment. Besides, she had the tightest little behind I have ever seen on a girl.

When she was undressed she placed her hands on her hips and turned around, as if to allow me an all around view. I liked what I saw. My cup was running over, verily.

Lynn then handed me the dildo and invited me to help Allison strap it on properly. She told me to stand behind her friend and fasten the leather thongs. Allison had to spread her legs open several times and we were so close that my erect prick rubbed up against her body quite often, but she didn't seem to mind. From the quick look I got at her naughty region, I saw that she had trimmed her pubic hair into an equivalent of a crew cut. Or maybe her mother had. Who knows what the custom was down here ? Much as I wanted to, I kept my hands to myself. They trembled and I ached to just reach out and grab her to me but like a good little boy I didn't touch.

I don't think I was all that much help really, after all, I had never done anything like this before. I just followed Allison's lead, slipped a strap through a buckle here and there and helped tighten the device so that it was securely wrapped around Allison's groin, rubber prick sticking outwards in imitation of my own.

When we were done, Allison grabbed the black shaft and thrust her hips to and fro several times. "How do you like it ?" she asked.

Personally I would have preferred a view of her open pussy, but this was fine as well. Lynn almost cooed with delight. "Not bad at all, Allie. Very becoming. You look almost as virile as William." She fingered the lingerie I was still wearing, another camisole type of garment. "In fact, even more ...ha ha."

I had almost forgotten what I had on by now, but Lynn's remark reminded me. But so what, I thought. If this was the price I had to pay for a private Lezzy show, I was willing to pay it. Silly me.

Lynn followed suit, undressing quickly. She went and got something she had brought along. It was a tube of lubricant. She handed it to me. "Cuzzy, why don't you help Allie out by getting her prick ready ?"

"You want me to lubricate the plastic ...thing ?" Now I was the one who couldn't call the dildo by it's proper name.

"Of course. It had better be greased up, or it's going to be rough going in."

"OK, if you say so ..." I had never considered the exact mechanics and pre-flight procedures of Lesbian sex so to speak. But when I thought about it, it made sense of a sort. I eagerly squeezed out a dollop of lotion and began rubbing it over the black dildo shaft. Allison thrust her groin out in a very provocative posture.

When I was done the rubber shaft glistened wickedly. Lynn handed me a small towel to clean my hands on. I wiped them off quickly, eager for the main attraction to begin.

"Why don't we all go over to my bed ?" Lynn suggested. My heart was beating very rapidly in expectation. It showed in my prick as well, which seemed to be merrily twitching away in synchrony. Lynn placed a hand on my shoulder to guide me along. She indicated that we both sit down.

I was wondering where and how I should position myself for the best view when Lynn told me to just stretch out on my back and relax. I thought that an odd position but obeyed anyway, figuring that once the girls got into the pace of things I could sit as I liked, maybe even join in the fun.

Well, Lynn had certainly figured on letting me in on the fun all right.

"Well cuz, you've been better behaved than I thought. I guess that deserves a little something, doesn't it Allie ?" Allison moved in closer on my other side. Lynn put her hand along the back of my neck and caressed me there. I felt ripples of desire flow down along my spine. My cousin then kissed me on the mouth, probing gently with her tongue and teasing me by running her hand through my hair.

"Now you be a good little boy for us, promise ?"

"OK ..."I figured she meant that I keep my hands to myself while the girls were at it. That I could bring off.

"Good ...now lay down on your back and I'll put a pillow under you." I didn't see the need for that but did as she asked anyway. "Pull up your legs to your chest and just relax ...I'll help you out here ..."

My penny dropped as I saw Allison kneel down on the bed in between my spread legs. "Hey ...what's going on here !!??" I tried to get up but Lynn held me down by the shoulders. "C'mon, what do you think you're doing for crying out loud ?"

"Well duh William, what do you think ? I told you we were going to give you a demonstration of the strap-on dildo."

"I thought it was for you two ..."

"Well, we're both gonna take turns ..."

"No, no, I mean I thought you were going to ....do it to each other ..."

"Fuck a girl with a dildo ? Jeez, what universe do you come from ? I don't need an imitation prick to get Allie off." She shook her head in amused contempt. "You've got a lot to learn kiddo." Lynn flicked her tongue in and out rapidly and grinned. She had a way of doing that that seemed positively lewd, even to me. "This is what us girls use."

She then pointed to the dildo. "And this is what us girls use when we want to poke a boy up the behind."

I grimaced and blushed.

"It's better than just a finger, it sorta helps men get in touch with the more feminine side of their nature." She giggled and ruffled the camisole. "But you're well along the way already, aren't you sweetie ?"

"I can't do that Lynn."

"Sure you can. It's fun. You just have to relax. You'd be surprised ..."

"I don't think so ..."

Lynn sighed in mock resignation. "Well I guess Mom will be mightily pissed off at you when she comes back ...."

"Oh c'mon Lynn. Why don't you just leave me alone ?"

"Because it's fun, that's why, you little pussy you. Jeez what a wimp. If you act like this you'll be a virgin for the rest of your life." I took it that she meant an asshole virgin, which was fine by me.

Allison came and sat next to me. "Really, William. It's just something you've got to do a first time. Afterwards you'll wonder why you were so scared in the first place."

"Yeah, and after all the trouble we've gone to seduce you."

Seduce ? It sounded more like entrapment to me. Lynn was still holding me down on the bed.

"You know cuz, Mom's going to get around to this sooner or later anyway. Why not get a little practice in with me and Allie ?"

"You mean aunt Josephine is going to use this on me ?"

"What do you think she keeps one of these things for ? She can't very well use it on herself ...ha ha. She likes to use it on her boyfriends. And I'd bet the farm that you're next in line."

Good grief, and to think these were my relations. What kind of extended family did I have ? A few days ago I would have found such a prediction hard to believe. But now I knew it had the ring of truth. I sighed. I felt a wave of helplessness approach.

"I just don't think I'd like it Lynn. And besides, it's too big anyway."

"You liked the enema mom gave you, didn't you ? Don't deny it."

I said nothing, but Lynn was right. She formed a ring around the dildo with her thumb and index finger and held it in front of my face. "It's not all that big anyway. This isn't even a life-sized penis replica." It looked large enough to me. Especially considering where it was supposed to go.

"Tell you what. Enemas help you loosen up and relax your anus. Let's give you a quickie and take it from there, OK ?"

I hesitated.

"Do it for me ..." Allison gave my prick a playful twitch and puckered her lips. God she looked cute that way.

"Yeah, do it for my horny girlfriend cuz." Lynn made eyes at me too.

These girls were really something. If there was something they wanted, they were going to get it one way or the other. So I grudgingly relented, but not without misgivings. "OK, I'll let you try it, but just once."

"I knew you'd see it our way." Lynn let me up and took me by the hand. "C'mon, let's get some water up your behind so we can get this show on the road."

The Girls Give Me an Enema

What had filled me with dread a few days ago, I greeted with relief tonight. At least this was a procedure that I was acquainted with. I mean what's an enema compared to a royal reaming up the bum ? Small potatoes, that's what.

Lynn led us to the bathroom in the hallway, which was smaller than my aunt Josi's. But it had all the right equipment : sink, bathtub, commode, fluffy bathrug ..... As further proof of Lynn's premeditation of tonight's activities she took a rolled up towel out of a cabinet. Guess what was inside ?

I wasn't in the least surprised to see her take a red rubber device and drop it in the sink for an initial washing. It wasn't like the enema bulb my aunt had used last time and it wasn't a warm water bottle type of device either. Instead it was a hand sized rubber bulb that had two long tubes attached to either end. I wondered how it worked.

As Lynn turned on the hot water faucet and added a generous amount of liquid soap, I peered at the instrument. Lynn dropped a black nozzle into the sink alongside the enema device. "Ever seen one of these cuz ?"

Of course she knew I hadn't, but neither had Alison apparently. "You can't get much water into one of those," she said.

"Silly, this is an enema pump. Sort of a hand pump for a continuous flow of water. You keep one end in the water and the other goes up the behind. There's a cut off valve inside the bulb that keeps the water from flowing back out. It's really neat. You can feel the water surging inside of you. Sometimes they call it a self-administrating pump but it's best if someone does it for you." Here she grinned. "And it's more fun too ..."

I bet it was.

My cousin worked up a good head of suds and washed the rubber instrument thoroughly, pumping water through the tubing vigorously. She lathered the nozzle with soap and lovingly rubbed it between her fingers. "Ohhhh it's so slippery like this. I bet it would slide right up into your behind in nothing flat."

Right, and burn and sting. I declined. "Just put something else on the nozzle Lynn, Vaseline or whatever ..."

"Haven't got any whatever, guess I'll stick with the soap ..." she laughed but rinsed the nozzle off nonetheless. She then filled the sink with clear warm water, adding a little bit of powder."

"Don't put in too much soap ..." I said.

"No soap tonight, just some baking powder and herbs. This is for relaxation, not a thorough cleaning."

That sounded nice.

"Come over here, closer to the sink ...." I did as Lynn indicated. "Good, now turn around and bend over ...a little more."

Lynn made me feel as if I were kowtowing to her. Maybe I was. But it was ass-backwards in any case.

"Allie, do you want to grease him up ?"

That was a silly question. Before I knew it Allison had parted my buttocks open wide and began to apply something cool and slippery. I don't think she had much experience since she was rather rough and nervous, something that bode ill for my immediate future. I hoped she wasn't planning on banging my behind in the same manner.

"How much should I put on Lynn ?" Allison asked.

"A lot, and don't forget to do the inside as well ..."

Lynn's friend promptly shoved her finger up my anus and wiggled it about, pumping in and out as well. She was standing to one side of me and in order to keep my balance I had to change position and hold on to her waist. Once again I felt the rubber dildo rub up against my body. I shivered in anticipation, and nuzzled my cheek and lips against Allison's belly. My, but she was soft and smelt good.

In a way I wished she would slow down and take her time with the greasing and enema. This was something I could really go for all night long.

Allison withdrew her finger and rubbed me on the head. "You liked that, didn't you ?"

I sighed deeply and nodded.

"Well, you be a good boy and in a little while I'll do something even nicer for you. All right ?"

"OK," I moved up a little higher and ran my face along her breasts. I could feel her stiff nipples with my nose. Moving higher I flicked my tongue over them. Instead of pulling back or berating me, as I had expected, Allison thrust out her chest and steadied my head by placing an arm around my neck. She pressed my face to her body and gratefully I put my arms around her.

"It's time to stick the nozzle into his behind, Allie." I heard Lynn say.

"Can't you do it while he's busy like this ?" Allison asked. "It feels nice ..."

Lynn relented and laughed shortly. "Sure, why not ...just be careful he doesn't bite when I shove it up him ..."

I had no intention whatsoever of doing so, but I did give a little surprised grunt as Lynn parted my behind and slipped the nozzle into me. She wriggled it around for good measure until it was nestled snuggly in my anus.

She must have then started pumping, since I felt a steady surge of warm water flowing into my bowels. Behind me I heard a soft subdued whirring, whizzing and gurgling sound as the water in the sink was sucked into the bulb and pumped through the tubing into my rectum.

There was no soap in the solution so I felt hardly any irritation. But soap or not, the amount of water squirted inside of me was enough in itself to make me aware of an urge to expel. There was no urgency to it, but slowly I began to feel full. It was a delicious, warm feeling, almost lazy and self-indulgent.

Emboldened by Allison's non-rejection of my intimate little kissing, I let my hands roam over her body. I caressed her other breast briefly and then moved down lower, forgetting for the moment that she was wearing a naughty little device around her groin. Somehow or other I grabbed hold of her free hand and instinctively moved it to my achingly stiff prick. I had hoped she would begin to finger my sex organ or go in for some squeezing, pumping or whatever.

Instead she immediately pulled away and clucked in disapproval. "Tsk, tsk, this is not the time or place for any of that ..." she chided and pulled away, leaving my lips sucking empty air.

I was surprised. If this wasn't the time then I wondered when it ever would be. But, the girls had their own agenda and I wasn't privy to it.

"You'll just have to learn and control yourself. Try and be more patient William ..." Lynn said. She then pulled the nozzle out and told me to hold the water in me until she gave me permission. "Sit down if you must ..."

This I did, sitting on the closed toilet lid. I could feel the water working its' way up into me and grimacing, I pushed my buttocks together to help keep it all in.

Meanwhile Allison and Lynn were gathered around the sink, studying the surge device as Lynn pumped water through the tubing. Now I could distinctly hear the water flow through the bulb and splash into the sink. Listening to the jet-like flow of water gave me a thrill. Just to think that a similar gush of liquid had been squirt into my behind ! It excited me to no end.

Finished, Lynn removed the surge pump from the sink and dried it off, carefully removing the nozzle first. By then I had been holding the water up for about ten minutes. Lynn told me to get up and raise the toilet lid.

"You can let go now cuz, " she said. "I think Allie's eager to get to the next part of the evening's fun."

I wasn't. Though in all fairness I admit I had calmed down a bit and figured that it couldn't be all that bad either. Besides, I was really worked up and aroused, especially after being given the enema.

I sat down and closing my eyes let my sphincter open of itself. The water flowed out in squirts and splashes, effortlessly and pleasantly. There was no burning due to added soap or other irritants. After a series of gradually diminishing expulsions I was empty. And ready for the main event of the evening.

A Jolly Rogering

Before heading back to Lynn's room, the girl's cleaned me off with soap and washcloth, scrubbing every little nook and cranny they could find between my legs and buttocks.

"You've gotta be clean for something like this, cuz." Lynn said as she almost worked the washcloth back up my anus. She gave a vigorous little twist and the held the washcloth up to the light for inspection : "Hmmmm ... looks OK to me. What do you think Allie ?"

Her friend pretended to look carefully. "He'll pass I guess"

"Good," Lynn rifled through the medicine cabinet and came up with a box of plastic wrapped objects. "We'll take these along."

She showed me the box : Prep H suppos. They sure had something for anally administered medication and aids in this household. "Don't make such a face William. These are for your benefit, not ours."

"I bet. You just love sticking things up people's behinds."

That was true enough for it was the first time I saw my cousin almost blush. But she maintained her haughty poise. "These contain a soothing additive, a sort of light desensitizer. Bend over and we'll pop you one or two."

Lynn patted my behind and beckoned me into position. She unwrapped two of the cylinder shaped objects and flopped them up into my anus in nothing flat. One, two and they were in and nestled snugly in my rectum, already melting and spreading goo. I hardly even felt them go in.

It finally looked as if all the preliminaries were over. Not that I was in a hurry, mind you, but after a while the prospect of letting Allison fool around with me was beginning to scare me less and excite me more than I had imagined. After all, she was a nice looking girl, had allowed me more liberties with herself than I was used to and didn't seem all that rough.

We went back to Lynn's room. The dildo need some re-lubrication by this time, in spite of it not having been put to use yet. My cousin took care of it quickly while she had me lay down on my back, legs spread high and wide. She sat down next to and grabbed my ankles. I moved my head up close to her thighs.

"Ready William ?" she asked.

"I guess so ..."

"OK, remember : this is the night we popped your little cherry, cuz."

Apparently Lynn had different ideas about what losing your virginity meant. I was still traditional and liked to think it referred to a good old fashioned fucking, the in and out kind. But one step at a time I guess.

Allison put some more lubricant on her finger and worked it around my hole, quickly sticking a finger in and out. I accommodated her without problem. She then knelt between my outspread legs, smiled at me and blew a kiss. Moving herself around on her knees she placed the tip of the dildo up against my anxious bumhole. Involuntarily I pulled back a bit and raised my bottom higher in the air. That was a more accessible position for Allison. I felt her guiding the plastic shaft up against bottom. She got it flush into my anal opening and began to make small thrusting motions with her hips, forcing it in bit by bit.

Small sized or not, the plastic penis was larger than I thought comfortable. "Don't make such an awful face, relax a bit, just let go ..." I must have been screwing up my face from the tension. I deliberately tried to relax. I breathed deeply.

"That's right, now push outwards with your muscles ..." I began to flex my arms and legs. "Push like you're going to the bathroom, for goodness' sakes. What did you think I meant ?"

I think I blushed, which under the circumstances must have been rather unordinary. Lynn couldn't sustain a giggle either, "I swear William ...how anybody can be so stupid I just don't know ..."

I didn't either. "I'm sorry. I've never done this before."

"You're telling me ? Well never mind. Just do as I say ...push gently and relax ...that's it ..."

As I flexed my anal sphincter, I could feel the dildo slowly sliding in and past my opening. Then it was in. I was filled up, my anus pulsed around the plastic shaft and I felt Allison's hips move to and fro.

"Not so fast ...please ... wait a little bit ..." I gasped.

Allison slowed down and lowered herself down over me. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling face. She was too far away to kiss, and it would have been awkward if not painful to do so anyway.

I grabbed Lynn's hand and tried to guide it to my prick. But she wouldn't take hold of it. "Not now cuz, we've already told you that. No playing around with your boy parts. You'll have to wait." She placed her finger over my lips as if to shush them. I began to kiss and lick her thumb with my tongue.

"Oh my, he wants something to occupy his mouth with while we roger him ....I have just the thing."

She shifted position and knelt on the bed next to me. Then she opened her legs and lifted one up and over my head and sat down straddling my chest. Need I say that her genitals were in my direct line of sight ? Lynn moved forward until her pussy was just a few centimeters away from my face, about a tongue's length actually.

"Why don't you be a good little boy and kiss me down there ?" she said. Coming closer she lowered herself all the way and I felt my face engulfed by her presence. She was wet and aroused. I had of course never had occasion to engage in this kind of activity before, but just one little lick of her wet slit was all it took to tell me that my cousin was aroused and aflame with desire. Maybe not for me, but such trifling distinctions were unimportant at the moment.

It was my first taste of pussy and though I was distracted by Allison's pumping away at my anus I knew it should be a moment to savor.

Actually it was a bit of a shock for me. I mean, sure, I knew people did this all the time, but I hadn't expected my turn to come so soon or so unexpectedly. And certainly not from my annoyingly pesky cousin. Life's full of surprises.

It turned out to be a nice one at that, though at first I was a bit fastidious and didn't put my all into it. But Lynn snuggled around with her hips, moved up and down and held her lips open with one hand while pushing my head into her. She wasn't all that subtle.

I kissed, then tentatively started some cautious licking, found she didn't taste bad at all, then put some effort into it. Oral sex with my cousin was a wet, slippery and at times suffocating business. It was not what I had expected, nothing ever is of course. It was nicer than I had hoped. If someone hadn't been banging my bumhole, I think all of my attention would have been concentrated on that juicy little pink slit of Lynn's. That and trying to get a breath of air from time to time.

Lynn finally moved off of me and I tried to wipe my face clean. I had to turn and use the pillow. She saw me and had to suppress a laugh. "That wasn't bad for a first time, but you're going to need more training to get it right. It's not a simple as it looks, is it ?"

I thought I hadn't done all that bad, but apparently there was more to oral sex than met the eye. There always is.

"I guess not, Lynn ..." I said between breaths as Allison kept up her thrusting. It was beginning to get uncomfortable. "Do you think you could stop now, please ? I'm getting a bit sore ..."

"Already ? Not much staying power ..."

"Please ? Hasn't it been long enough ?" It was starting to hurt.

"Yeah I guess so ....." She told Allison to stop.

Gratefully I felt the dildo withdraw from my anus. I heaved a small sigh of relief. My anus burned a little and felt particularly tender, but it felt good as well and in a way I was rather proud of myself. I doubt that many of my friends back home had ever experienced something like this.

Alison unstrapped the dildo and came over to me. She gave me a kiss on the mouth. "You did OK, really ....for a first time. Did you like it ?" Allison asked me.

"Well, it was all right ..... I feel sore though."

"Oh you poor little thing, want me to kiss it for you and make it go away ?" Lynn teased. Or maybe not. I just made a face.

"You'll learn, don't worry. And you'll learn how to lick pussy as well. There are certain spots you've got to pay more attention to."

Both Lynn and Allison giggled. "Wanna watch ? I guess you've earned it."

I wanted to ask 'watch what ?' but just nodded. I hoped they were finally going to go at it together, girl on girl. I was right. The girls embraced, kissed, fooled around, played with each other and finally took up position, mouth to cunny. I leaned on my shoulder, content to just watch while stroking myself from time to time.

They gave a good show, better than I had expected or ever dreamed of. Both finally came, Allison quietly while shuddering to and fro. Lynn was a shade noisier and shook her head from side to side. They both lay exhausted in each other's arms for a while, catching their breath.

After an interval Allison looked at me. "Lynn, your cousin's still all stiff. Shouldn't we let him come now ?"

"I guess there's no harm to it ...why not ?" They both crawled over to me. "Allie, you jerk him off. Don't forget to stick a finger up his ass. I'll teach him how to kiss. OK ?"

"Sure ..."

Lynn took me in her arms and started kissing. From time to time she whispered something naughty into my ears, but truthfully, it didn't take much effort before I orgasmed, spurting a long gush of sticky semen while shuddering in my cousin's arms.

Afterwards

That concluded the evening's fun and games. We were all rather wet and sticky, and not only from the summer heat. The girls cleaned up Lynn's bedroom while I was sent to take a quick shower. Afterwards, they washed as well and joined me downstairs.

I had thought they were going to leave me alone, now that Lynn had had her fun, but instead she fixed a little late night snack. While watching something silly on TV the girls chatted and joked around.

I suddenly thought of something. "Lynn, you've got to go upstairs and get your things out of my room. You promised."

"Geez cuz, didn't you know I was just bluffing ? There's nothing for mom to find."

"Honest ?"

"Sure kiddo. Honest. I wouldn't set you up like that."

I hadn't been so sure of that before our little session together. I must have made a questioning face.

"Really, I think it's going to be more fun having you around than I thought at first."

What a coincidence. That was my feeling exactly.

Part 3

If I turned my head I could keep an eye on the door to my aunt's bedroom. Lynn came in, with a face set in stone, carrying a bundle of cloths hugged up tight to her body. She had arranged them so that they covered her naughty parts, breasts and groin. Lynn stood in the doorway, waiting.

Aunt Josephine looked up. "Good. Now put your cloths in the hamper, I don't need to tell you that, do I? Then wash and brush as always. When you're ready you can come and assist me with your cousin."

"Assist you ?" Lynn asked.

"Yes. This may well be your cousin's very first enema so I think we should make it a memorable occasion, don't you?"

Lynn's expression changed. "You mean he's still a virgin ? An enema virgin ?" I saw a mischievous grin appear on her lips. "He's never done this before?"

"That's what he says. And knowing his mom, I wouldn't be all that surprised. But we're going to fix that tonight, aren't we William?" She addressed me, turning around. "How are you feeling, by the way ? I think you're almost ready for the next step."

Actually I had been so engrossed in the exchange between my aunt and cousin that I was somewhat distracted from what was going on in my insides. But now that she mentioned it, I was feeling a distinct, but not yet strong urge to expel the glycerin she had injected into me. It tingled a lot, not quite burning and irritating my bowels, but somehow alerting me to an approaching bowel movement.

While aunt Josephine was talking to me, Lynn quickly threw her clothes in a hamper, turned around and went over to the sink. Of course I was able to gaze at her naked and slim backside, but didn't want to make an obvious point of it. After all, I had no idea how my aunt expected me to act in the presence of my naked cousin. She clearly had no compunctions about me sporting a boner but I wondered how far the reciprocity would go.

"Finished yet Lynn?" Aunt Josephine asked. "Come over here and help me prepare the equipment, would you?"

Her mood totally changed, Lynn turned around and gave me a long penetrating look as she went to her aunt. She held her head high and thrust out her breasts as she passed me. Truly she could change her disposition in a blink, one moment she was uncooperative, headstrong and resentful, the next all smiles and good will, a veritable walking ray of sunshine. A while ago she was convinced she'd die if I saw her undressed, now she sauntered by allowing me an eyeful.

"How you doing, cuzzy?" she asked while giving my bottom a good look. "I see you had to take off those pretty panties you like so much, but you're cute like this too, oh yes you are ..."

I really wished she would just shut up. But even so I couldn't help noticing that she didn't sport much in the way of pubic hair. I couldn't see between her thighs of course, she would have to spread them open for that, but I was curious to get a peek. I hoped the occasion would arise.

" ...if you're a good little boy, maybe I'll choose something else of mine for you to wear. Would you like that, darling ?" She giggled and swayed her behind.

"Lynn, come over here and leave William alone. I haven't decided yet what he'll be allowed to wear, that will depend on how things work out tonight." She handed Lynn an enamel bowl. "Go fill this with warm water."

"What's this for ? Aren't we going to give William an enema ?" Lynn asked.

"Don't worry, he'll get one. But it'll be better if I use a rubber bulb the first time."

"Why ?" Lynn asked. I was wondering why as well. But then, I hardly knew anything about enemas at all.

"Well .... it's gentler I guess, like for a young child ...and it's more fun sticking it in several times. If you know what I mean ...." Aunt Josephine was whispering, but I could just make out what she was saying. Lynn grinned at me, anticipating the fun to come.

"OK, mom."

Lynn filled up the bowl and brought it to Aunt Josephine. I tried to make out exactly what they were doing, but could only see that my aunt was adding ingredients to the water. "No, Lynn, not that bottle ...use the liquid lemon soap, ten squirts, no make that an even dozen ...then mix with this ...good ....and a dash of oil ...voila."

"Can I choose a nozzle for William, please?" Lynn asked.

"Well, all right, but not too large. Remember it's his first time ..." I really wished they would both just shut up about the first time stuff. For some reason it really seemed to turn them on. It just made me feel younger and more immature than I was. But that was probably the attraction.

"Put everything neatly on the tray, while I go tend to William. I'll call you when to bring it over." Aunt Josephine said to Lynn.

You can sit up now, William," my aunt said to me. She stood smiling next to me in her white nurse's jacket as I slowly turned around. I wanted to cross my legs and try and hide my prick from view, or at least make it somewhat less conspicuous. But that was hardly possible given it's ramrod stiff condition. Besides, my aunt told me to lean back a little and open my legs so she could rub my abdomen. "Not feeling any cramps, are you dear?"

I shook my head. "No, but is feels funny inside, like I'm going to have to go ...you know."

"Go have a bowel movement, you mean?" she completed for me. "Good, that's the idea, after all. We want to get you good and clean. Next I'm going to give your enema. Well, actually it's a clyster since we're going to use a small rubber squeeze bulb, but it's the same difference. This is just a slightly different manner of introducing water into your bowels. Now I want you to lay down on your back and pull up your knees."

"Can't you do it with me laying like I just was, on my stomach ?" I didn't relish having my prick sticking out in full view.

"Silly boy, you're just ashamed of your willy being so stiff, aren't you?" She rubbed the pulsing member under discussion with the back of her hand. "There's no need to be. I think you've got a very handsome penis. Why if I had one like yours I'd not mind showing it off to a pair of ladies. And I don't think the ladies would mind either. What do you think, Lynn?"

"Why do they always have to be so stiff for?" My cousin came over with a tray and set it down next to me. "I bet it gets in the way when it's like that. It wouldn't even fit back into your underpants, or mine," she gave me a quick smirk.

"Lynn, we'll not continue in this fashion. That's just the way boys are built. As I'm sure you already know. Now I want you to stop trying to embarrass your cousin. Hand me the lubricating ointment." Lynn handed her mother a white tube.

"Come on now, William. On your back please ....good ....pull up your knees ...a little higher ...there that's better."

I lay back and reluctantly did as my aunt told me. I felt extremely exposed in this position. My bottom was up in the air and my prick lay flat against my belly, balls riding high. I saw Lynn studying my private parts.

"Get me a small pillow to place under William's back, will you Lynn?" Aunt Josephine ordered. She tucked it under the small of my back, raising my bottom even higher.

I watched my aunt unscrewing the tube of lubricant. She squeezed out a dollop on her index finger. Once again she rubbed it over my bumhole, but this time she did not linger and play around with me. Rather firmly, she spread it around and then inserted her finger up my ass, giving it a twirl or two for good measure. When she retracted her finger she gave it a good look.

"Hmmm, ..." she half murmured to herself. "Lynn, how many squirts of soap did you put in the canister?"

"Like you told me, a dozen."

"Why don't you add another half a dozen or so ? My finger's still clean, just some glycerin on it. I think William could stand a bit of extra stimulation this first time."

Lynn eagerly complied. I watched her squeeze out at least 10 white jets of liquid soap into the enamel container. She stirred it with her finger, which came out covered with soapsuds. Tauntingly, she held up her finger and wiggled it around so I could see. There was a naughty anticipating grin on her face.

"Stop that, for goodness sakes. You'd think you were still a child. Don't forget you're going to get an enema as well, young lady. Maybe I'll let your cousin determine the dosage of soap. How would you like that?"

>From the look on my cousin's face, not very much. She didn't answer.

"I can count you know. You've made a pretty strong solution there. I'll make sure yours is industrial strength as well."

Now I wasn't all that knowledgeable about enema solutions at that time, but I did know that the soap would irritate and maybe even sting my insides.

"Don't let Lynn bother you, William. The soap is just to tickle your insides a bit, and clean you out. It won't hurt." As she was talking she took a black plastic nozzle and plugged it into a red rubber squeeze bulb. The nozzle was somewhat longer than my finger but much thicker around. The tip was bulbous shaped and had multiple openings at the end and on the side. My aunt lovingly rubbed some lubricant along the black gleaming shaft. She wiped her fingers daintily on a white cotton towel.

That done, she gave the bulb a few squeezes. I could hear the air escape with a hiss and a flatulatory plop or two at the end. It didn't do much in easing my anxiety. Seemingly pleased by the condition of the nasty looking appliance, my aunt then dipped the tip into the bowel of soapy water and started drawing the solution into the clyster bulb. That too was quite an audible process, with gurgles, plops, dribbles and splashes.

"Here we go now, William. Ready for your first enema? Just relax and keep your bottom up in the air for me, OK?" I nodded with closed eyes. "Silly, there's no need to be so anxious. It's just some soapy water to clean you out. Relax."

She leaned over and stroked my forehead. "Lynn, why don't you come over here and hold your cousin's hand while we do this? Give him a reassuring presence."

"OK, sure thing." Lynn was next to me in no time at all, grabbing my right hand in both of hers and giving it a kiss. "There, there now. There's nothing to worry about, cuz. Auntie and me are just going to squirt a little bit of nice warm water up your fanny so you can go potty like a good little boy. It will be all right, and you'll feel so much better afterwards ..." She put on an exaggerated air, as if she were talking to a small child. If she was trying to get my goat she certainly succeeded.

"Lynn, this is the last time I'm telling you ! Cut out this foolishness."

"Yes mom," she contritely said, not meaning a word. Even so my aunt had to suppress a little giggle.

"Don't mind her, dear. She's just being a bit of a tease. We'll see if she still puts on a big mouth when it's her turn."

My aunt pointed the nozzle head downwards aimed at my anus. A few drops of water dripped onto my buttocks and rolled off. "In we go now, relax and push back, William ...there we are."

The bulbous tip pressed up against my narrow asshole, aunt Josephine see-sawed in and out gently and with a shove she slid the nozzle up and into my rectum. She wiggled it about, just for good measure I suppose and gave a squeeze, injecting the soapy enema solution into my bowels. I could feel the warm, hot water flow in. It did more than just tingle my insides, it was definitely stimulating some kind of response.

"Wooohhh, not so fast ....I can't ....so much really ....." I couldn't say much more.

"Just relax and let it flow in. Wait a bit ...see ? It's better now isn't it?"

After a few seconds the irritation did go away. But not my unease. "How much more do I have to take?"

"How much more ? Why William dear, we've hardly even started yet. I should think this canister to be enough for a first time. Just a bit over a liter, a liter and a half maybe. About 8 more bulbs I would guess." She continued sucking up a next dosage of soapy water into the clyster.

"Oh, please aunt Josi, I couldn't ever take that much!"

"Yes you can, now just shush and lay still. Why this is nothing at all." She had the tip up against my asshole already and stuck it into me. It flopped right on in. She squeezed again. I felt another rush of warmth in my bowels. I shut my eyes as she withdrew the nozzle, a trickle of water dribbling down my buttocks. "Be thankful I'm not giving you a full adult cleansing with a fountain syringe. That way the flow of water is almost continuous without letup. At least with a little clyster bulb you get some breathing space in between."

I later learned that she was exaggerating the unpleasantness of the normal procedure, just to keep me from complaining too much. It must have been around the halfway point that I felt a series of cramps starting to build up. I began moaning and rocking back and forth. Aunt Josephine stopped administering the solution until the cramps had passed. She rubbed my abdomen to help me ride the spasms out. To do this she had to place her hand underneath my prick. Unfortunately, the cramps took all the pleasure out of the contact, I was so absorbed in trying to hold everything up, all the soapy water and the inevitably messy amount of yuck inside of me.

Lynn lent a sympathetic hand to the proceedings as well, in her own manner that is. She stroked my forehead, from time to time running a finger or two over my lips. While I was trying to suppress some undignified moaning, she tsk-tsked in apparent empathy, whispering that I should just concentrate on how many more times I'd get cleaned out before the vacation was over. "You've got the first one half down and goodness knows how many more to go. Ponder that for a moment, Willy boy."

I did and didn't care for the prospects.

But surprisingly, after a while, I found it easier to take the doses of soapy water. The cramps occurred more spaced apart and I learned how to ride them out, going with the flow, not trying to suppress them.

Finally my aunt announced that I had taken all the solution. "See, dear? It wasn't all that difficult, now was it?"

I didn't answer, but just nodded. I really wanted to let it all out. "Can I go now please?" I asked.

"Go where dear?"

"You know ...to the ....ahh toilet ...so I can go ...?"

"Oh no no, you've got to hold everything in you for at least 15 minutes, preferably more. Otherwise it won't have much of an effect."

I was ready to prove otherwise but my aunt was quite firm. "I want you to wait until I give you permission. If you like you can sit up. That may help out with the cramps. But don't bunch up too much, that's no good either."

She took the used clyster bulb and other things back to the sink where she started cleaning them. To Lynn, who had all this while continued holding on to my hand or stroking me on the head she said, "No sense in breaking out the water-bag. Now that I've got the clyster out, I'll use that for you too. It'll make for a change."

"Aren't you going to wait until he's done?" she pointed to me.

"Of course not. Why ever for? By the time you've received your enema, William should be ready to use the commode. Besides, I want him to watch how we do this. It might come in handy some day." She smiled at me, "and it will take his mind off of things."

"Mom, I don't want him to watch me!"

"We've gone over this before Maylynn. William's family so there's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't want to hear any more back-talk from you, understand?"

"But this is so embarrassing!"

"You've certainly gone out of your way to embarrass William tonight. We'll see how you like it now. Besides, I'm sure he'll be the proper gentleman, won't you William?"

I just nodded quickly, not really hearing it all, since I was again in the grip of a series of intestinal spasms.

"See, Lynn? William's a bit distracted at the moment. He won't have time for much staring at your privates ..." Aunt Josephine laughed playfully.

"Please, mom. That's not funny ..."

"Maybe not, but in any case I want you on the bench, so get over here and lay down on your back." Aunt Josephine stood with her hands on her hips, the picture of authority.

Lynn reluctantly shuffled over to the padded bench, lips pouting and eyes filled with a mixture of beginning tears and anger, all seemingly directed at me.

"Good, now you sit down while I go prepare your solution. I'll attach a new nozzle to the clyster, for hygienic reasons of course, I don't suppose that you would want anything that has been used by your cousin, would you?"

"Yecccchhh," Lynn made a face, "that's disgusting ..."

Lynn remained seated upright on the bench across from me, legs crossed and closed. She wasn't about to let me get a peek. Not that I would have noticed from all the cramping I was experiencing.

Presently aunt Josephine came back with the tray, presumably carrying much the same equipment as she had used on me. She set it down and told Lynn to get into position.

"Please mom, can't I lay on my side at least, like I used to? You know, in Sam's Position?"

"It's called Simms," she wearily corrected, "and yes, I guess that would be just as well. Lay down now and hurry up. I don't want William on the commode before you're filled up."

Slowly my cousin complied. She lay on her left side facing away from me, with her legs pulled up to her chest somewhat. Now I don't really know why she preferred this position, or thought it less revealing since I got a good look at her privates as well as her fannyhole while my aunt was injecting the water. Lynn's cunny lips were nice and smooth, devoid of any pubic hair, as seemed to be the custom in this household. It made my cousin look younger than she was and more appealing as well, I must admit. Thankfully I didn't suffer from any particularly severe spasms as Lynn was getting filled up, clyster-bulb by bulb. I was able to give her cunny and adjacent regions a good look-over. She had the proverbial slit for a sex organ, nice and straight with rounded little half mounds as outer labia. It looked taught and pinkish towards the inner part and if I'm not mistaken I could jut make out the hooded little cap of her clitoris. Her genitals looked to be quite moist but that could have been from any number of reasons, nothing necessarily sexual.

It was not like my own set, which were definitely and surely engorged due to simple and unadulterated desire. I watched fascinated and enthralled as my aunt deftly and surely placed the bulbous tip of a large sized enema nozzle up against my cousin's asshole, pushed it in, squeezed and the retracted it, dripping milky colored water from her behind. In between insertions, I stared at Lynn's anus, as it pulsed and contracted in response to the treatment and injected soap solution. If I had been asked which of her two openings I would have liked to examine in depth, I would have been at a loss to answer. I longed to feel both.

But for the moment there would be nothing of the kind. I was happy enough for a good look, the likes of which I had never experienced before.

My aunt finished squirting the solution into Lynn's bowels and she was allowed to sit back upright. She didn't make much of a face, being used to this type of treatment. She just calmly crossed her legs tightly together again, and looked straight at me.

My aunt put the tray back and asked me if I was ready to use the commode. Was I ever!

"Wait until you're not experiencing any cramps and then go over and sit down. Don't hurry, take your time. We don't want any accidents on the way, do we?" she told me.

No, we certainly didn't, I would never have been able to live it down. I did as she told me and gratefully lowered myself on the toilet seat. Now I would have preferred to be alone and in normal circumstances I wouldn't have dreamed of having a bowel movement with anyone else present, family or not. But these weren't normal circumstances. I was on the edge of exploding and wanted to be rid of the pressure on my insides.

"Let the water and everything flow out by itself, William. Don't force anything. Wait until you feel the urge."

I didn't have long to wait. Slowly, but inevitably my bowels contracted and I let go with relief and trepidation. The water and my bowel contents cascaded out in a first long drawn out flow, punctuated with many plops, flops, and other highly humiliating noises, none of which I could control.

After the first rush I was shaking a bit and shivering. I wanted to get up and clean myself off, but Aunt Josephine told me to wait some more, there would be at least several following series of cramps and evacuations to come before all was voided from my bowels.

While I was waiting for them to come, I saw Lynn had opened up her legs and spread them so I could get a good look. She was teasing me of course, trying to act unconcerned about it, as if I were not present. I just couldn't figure her out.

I didn't have much time since true to my aunt's prediction's I had several series of quite strong cramps. More shit followed than I had believed possible to be inside of a person. Especially since I had been having normal movements daily. But whatever the reason, it was about 15 minutes before I was sure that the last of the water was out and I was empty.

I hadn't paid my cousin too much mind during the while, there were other things on my mind, more pressing things, difficult to ignore. But when I was sufficiently composed I noted to my delight that Lynn had started rocking up and down while holding her arms tight around her belly. Aha, I thought, so she is not immune to the effects of a good enema, her haughty disposition notwithstanding.

Then when I had thought the worst of the affair over, I realized I had to wipe and clean myself off. My bottom was not very clean, what with all the violent expulsions and splashing in the toilet bowl. Aunt Josephine told me to just wipe the worst of the stuff off with some paper and then to come on over to the bidet.

I really didn't want Lynn to see my splattered backside, so I had to slink over sideways. While I was seated on the bidet, aunt Josephine gave Lynn permission to use the commode. With the water running I didn't hear all that much of Lynn's release, which I think was the idea. In any case I submitted to the indignity of being cleaned off and dried by my aunt.

"Well William, how do you feel?" my aunt asked, giving me a look over. "Ready for a good soaking bath now?"

The water was already running in her large-sized tub, so I figured she was just asking a rhetorical question. "OK, I guess. I sure feel empty."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

All the embarrassment aside I did feel rather good as a matter of fact. My erection had finally subsided a bit, so that my prick hung in a more or less normal state. My insides were cleaned out and felt it. I was slightly light-headed and dizzy but very aware of the powerful evacuation my intestines had just been subjected to. A curious condition, but not altogether unpleasant by far.

"Why don't you step into the bath while Lynn finishes?"

The water was hot and scented with a flowery bath oil. I slowly stepped in and sat down. I relaxed and closed my eyes, since from where I was it was difficult to look at Lynn without being too pruriently obvious about it. I expected her to join me in the tub but instead she opted for a quick shower. Aunt Josephine didn't comment on it, so I supposed that with the enemas over, she wasn't planning on keeping us together in a state of joint nudity for much longer.

I was right. Lynn showered quickly, wrapped herself in a large towel and prepared to leave the bathroom. As she was going towards the door aunt Josephine said : "Shouldn't you say anything to your cousin?"

"I'm going back to my room now. Is there any particular color of undie you prefer, cuz? White satin? Racy black ? Or would you like some flesh colored knickers?" She was smiling with an assumed air. "I know, how about a chiffon night gown?"

"Lynn, that's enough now."

"Sorry mom, I just wanted to say that he's welcome to borrow any of my lingerie. We both know he adores it so."

"Saying good-night will be sufficient."

"OK. Good night Willy dear. Sweet dreams." She left the room after blowing a not too heart-felt kiss.

Part 4 - Conclusion

Afterwards

Aunt Josephine sat down on the edge of the bath and stroked my hair. "Don't pay too much attention to Maylynn. She's just doing her best to act obnoxious. But deep down she really likes you."

"You wouldn't think so."

"Oh I know all right. If she hadn't wanted to, she would never have allowed me to give her an enema with you in the same room."

I mulled that over a bit but didn't really understand it. I guess I wasn't supposed to.

"How have you liked your cleaning session so far?" she asked me.

So far? I had hoped this was as far as it was going to go. I prayed my aunt didn't intend on putting me through another enema. "It sure was something different."

"You haven't answered the question. Did you like it?"

"I don't know, Aunt Josephine. Really I don't. It's all sort of .....I dunno ...embarrassing?" I wanted to say it was outright humiliating but didn't dare. But if I was honest with myself, I'd have to admit that it was one hell of a turn-on as well. I was at a loss of what to say.

She shook her head in amusement and laughed to herself. "I see you've got a lot to learn. But don't worry, we'll work on that." My aunt stood up and told me to do the same. She took a flask of bath gel and unscrewed the top. The lotion was colored a bright red and smelled very fresh and flowery with a hint of a heavier musky scent. She rubbed it all over me, covering my body from top to bottom. I don't suppose I have to explain that she took that extra bit of care with my private parts, rubbing it carefully over my recently denuded genitals and causing my prick to stiffen (again). She parted my buttocks and massaged the lotion all along my bottom and around my anus. But when she began to push her finger up against my asshole, I pulled back, not wanting more soap up my backside.

"Come now William, don't tell me you're still shy after your treatment this evening?"

I don't know if I was but for the moment I had had more than enough of irritating substances up my back canal. "No Aunt Josephine, I guess not ...not anymore ...but it still feels a little ...sore, irritated? You know what I mean?"

"How thoughtless of me!" she said shaking her head. "Where am I with

my thoughts?"

Well, I didn't know for sure, but with one hand of hers around my prick I

had a pretty good idea.

"I'll get you something for that, I have just the thing." My aunt went over to one of the cabinets and rummaged around. She came back with a foil wrapped object.

I groaned to myself. It looked like another suppository. When my aunt unwrapped it I saw I was right. "Now don't make a long face like that William. My goodness, you'd think you had a bad time here tonight. This is only a soothing suppo, nothing more."

She placed the torpedo shaped object on the foil wrapper. "Why don't you dip back into the water and rinse everything off ? Then you can dry off and I'll give you the suppository, OK?"

It wasn't like I had any real say in the matter, so I did as she said. When I was dried off, my aunt sat down on the bathtub rim and told me to lay down over her lap.

"Huh?" I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly.

She patted her thighs. "Come on William, just lay down, fanny facing up. Her nurse's jacket, already short to begin with, was of course pulled up, revealing quite a lot of her thighs. She pretended to straighten it out while looking at me, but only pulled it up higher, showing even more of her smooth legs. If it went any higher I was sure to get a look at her pussy. But it didn't.

"For goodness sake's William, I won't bite. Come on," she patted her thigh again, "down you go like a good little boy."

I did as I was told by my aunt, just as I had done the whole evening. As I was bending down, supporting myself with one arm on the bathtub rim and the other on my aunt's shoulder, she opened her thighs and maneuvered me so that my prick was caught between them. She wriggled around, ostensibly to get into a comfortable position to support me, but also closing her legs together again, my stiff organ sandwiched, quite deliciously I might add, between them.

She made no mention of how I was positioned, acting like this was the normal manner of doing things in her house. Maybe it was.

The suppo was nice and slick of itself, so she just used thumb and forefinger to part my bottom and then worked the cylinder up into me, following through with her finger, pushing it up as high as she could. Of course she kept her digit up in me, playing around unconcernedly, pressing certain spots, hooking her finger and twirling it about. She seemed to like doing that. So did I. I couldn't help but moan.

"It can't hurt all that much now, can it William?" she asked with an amused tone in her voice, all the while continuing her little interior massage.

"Mmmm ...no Aunt ...Josephine ....you're not hurting me ...not at all ..." I answered.

"Ohhh ...I see. It feels good. Is that it?" As if she didn't know.

"Oh yes ..."

"That's what I thought. Good. I know just what to do to make you feel even better. Would you like that?" she asked.

"I guess so ..."

She retracted her finger from my bottom and opened her thighs. "Let's go into the bedroom shall we?" she said. I got up and aunt Josephine took my hand, leading me to her bed. She placed a towel nearby and sat down unbuttoning her white nurse's uniform. She didn't uncover her breasts completely, but left enough bare for me to see.

"Why don't you turn around and sit in my lap, instead of laying down, OK?" I did as she asked though we both had to move around a bit to find a comfortable position. She held me in her arms and pressed my head up against her neck. Her hair brushed my face and I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent, nuzzling my aunt's soft skin. Oh how I wanted her to just hold me for the rest of the night and rock me gently.

"Do you like this William? Me holding you?"

"Oh yes aunt, yes, yes ....." I murmured trailing off inaudibly.

"I thought you would. You've been quite well mannered regarding your little punishment tonight. You've done well."

"I'll do anything you tell me ...."

"Well, anything is a lot," she warned. "Don't ever say that to Maylynn or you'll be sorry. Anyway, I think it's time you got to bed. But before you do that there's just one more thing we have to take care of."

Inwardly I groaned. Not another enema ! But I needn't have worried. My aunt was quite knowledgeable about the ways of teenage boys. She moved her hand lower and teasingly wagged my erection to and fro.

"I know that boys will be boys and that's it's ever so hard to refrain from playing with yourself. Especially after a cleaning session. But I'm a bit old fashioned about some things, and I really don't approve of leaving you in this state. I wouldn't want to encourage you to masturbate any more than necessary ..."

"Oh, I won't. I promise," I said believing it at that particular moment.

"Don't be silly," my aunt chided me with a chuckle. "Who do you think you're kidding? You couldn't sleep in this condition if you wanted to. I wasn't born yesterday you know. No no, I'll take care of you right now, and I expect you to let me take care of it from now on as well. Understand?"

I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I thought I misunderstood. "What do you mean exactly, Aunt Josephine?" I asked.

"You know very well what I mean, little boy. I don't think it would be very polite of you to jerk off when there are ladies present in the same house. No more playing around with

yourself. I'll be supervising you closely from now on. Now do you understand?"

Well, I did and I didn't. Not really. This wasn't anything I had ever thought about. Nor dreamed about either. So I wisely just murmured that I understood and let my aunt continue stroking me.

"Good. Now spread your legs open a bit wider, close your eyes and relax. I'm going to make you feel very good."

And she did too, very much so. She played with my prick and balls, squeezing, stroking, pulling and massaging them, gently and then more fervently. She stuck a finger up my asshole again and while whispering encouragements pumped my prick and anus at the same time. Telling me not to hold back any longer, I let myself cross the edge and finally orgasmed in my aunt's arms, shaking and shuddering deliciously and uncontrollably.

When I was done, she held on to me for a while longer, stroking my hair and kissing me on the lips several times. Then she told me it was time to get up and leave for my room. She still had her bathing to do.

She cleaned her hands off on the towel as I was gathering up my clothes. I didn't know if I should put them on before going down to my room or not. Seeing me standing undecided my aunt looked at me with questioning eyes. "What's the matter William. Puzzled about something?"

"No, aunt ...but it's just these clothes. I don't know if I should put them back on or ...what ..."

"Is that your way of saying you're too shy to ask for some of Lynn's things to wear?"

"No, no ...it's not that at all ...but I ..."

She broke me off. "Would you like something of mine then?"

I shook my head. "No, it's OK, please. I'm fine ...really." I just wanted to get back with being told to wear anymore of their feminine garments.

"Well, why don't you just take this nightgown along anyway. You might change your mind during the night." She put a rather flimsy beige colored garment on top of my clothes. "Good night now William."

"Good night Aunt Josephine ....and thank you for everything."

"You're welcome dear. Sleep tight."

Finally I closed the door behind me, garments gathered together in my arms while I was still undressed. I made my way down the stairs and was about to enter my room when I heard Lynn behind me. She was standing in her doorway.

"Aren't you going to say goodnight cuz?"

"Uh, goodnight, Lynn ..."

She came up to me and looked at the bundle of clothes I was carrying. She fingered the nightgown. "Going to wear this tonight ? Good. It's nice and cool. Me ? I don't wear much in this kind of weather. But that doesn't concern you really, does it?"

"No, I ..." I started.

"I guess Mom 'supervised' you?" She arched her eyebrows up and down. I blushed.

"I bet it was fun. But don't think that's the only kind of fun we have around here. Just you wait and see. I'm going to be in on it too." Lynn then gave me a deep and very wet kiss. It left me quite confused. "You go on to bed now, cuz. Put the pretty little gown on for me and dream nice thoughts. Nighty night now ..."

And with that she was gone back into her room. Well, it looked like we might end up as kissing cousins, if only after a fashion.

To say that I was confused was the understatement of the year. But I was tired too, sexually fatigued and replete, thoroughly cleaned out and empty and at a loss of what to think of my aunt and cousin. Whatever the next days would bring I was sure it would interesting in the utmost if somewhat embarrassing. And fun. That too.

Before climbing into bed I pondered over what to wear. I couldn't get the thought of the sheer gown out of my head. Now wouldn't those two females be surprised if I actually did wear it to bed tonight? So telling myself I was taking them up on their dare I quickly slipped it on and crawled into bed, a bit guiltily enjoying the feel of the soft garment before falling asleep.

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