Cedric and Isabelle were going on their first vacation together. But, alas, once they arrived at the resort, Cedric fell ill on the first day. He felt tired, a little nauseous, had a headache... so it was Isabelle who went off shopping alone.

She returned with the groceries, put them away, and said.

“Good. Now, since you're sick, we'll check your temperature. You're going to take off your pants, stand on your side and pull down your underpants.

“But? You're not going to...

- Take your temperature? Yes, I am!

- But there are other methods... like those things you put on your forehead.

- I've bought the simple, reliable thermometer model.”

Isabelle waved the thin-tipped electronic thermometer in Cedric's face.

“This can also be put in the mouth... or maybe under the arm?

- But rectal is more reliable. And frankly, the more you act like a kid, the more I want to take your temperature myself. Show me your butt!”

Cedric, with a sulky expression on his face, complied: he took off his pants, stood on his side and pulled down his briefs.

“Happy?

- Don't put on a sour face. I've got some lubricating gel, so you won't feel a thing.”

Cedric felt his upper buttock being lifted, a short wait and a flexible, lubricated thermometer tip insinuating itself into his anus.

“You're doing this for fun...

- Do you want me to speak frankly? Yes. I went shopping by myself after you spent half the day grumbling that you were sick. So big baby sick treatment. Besides, it's not like you didn't suggest you'd like to stick your dick up my ass...

- It's not the same...

- It's not the same. The thermometer is thin and made to fit in that hole, your dick is much thicker and not made to fit there.”

Saying this, Isabelle lightly moved the thermometer into Cedric's anus, which beeped, signaling the end of the examination. Isabelle read the temperature: “38.2°C! You do indeed have a fever. Go to bed and get some rest, I'm cooking dinner.”

Isabelle busied herself, then called Cedric. He stood up in his underpants, but no sooner had he started eating than he said he wasn't really hungry.

“In fact, I'm feeling nauseous.

- Ah... well, don't force yourself. Maybe you'd better go to bed... here, go and wash up now, so I'll be free later.”

Cédric left for the bathroom. Isabelle ate a quick dinner, then washed the dishes, while Cedric went to bed.

“Does your head still hurt?

- Yes, it does.

- Well, I'll give you some paracetamol. Did you have a bowel movement tonight?

- Why on earth are you asking me that?

- Because you have to have an empty rectum to receive a suppo.

- A suppo? Couldn't you have just bought some tablets?

- I did, but the pharmacist pointed out that if you're nauseous, you might throw up the oral medication and then we won't know how much you've taken, and she also sold me suppos. So it'll be suppo for as long as you're too nauseous to eat.

- Booon. If you must know, I did have a bowel movement.

- Thank you for your answer. Now show me your buttocks, same position as before.”

Cedric complied. He felt his buttock being lifted, a little time waiting, something greasy and lubricated at his anus.

“Push. Like a bowel movement.”

He obeyed, and Isabelle pushed the suppository in. He felt her finger digging into his rectum... When it was his mother who put them in, she would only push in the fingertip at worst and let the torpedo go inside, but Isabelle, she went all the way!

“Han!

- Did I hurt you?”

The finger withdrew.

“No, I was just surprised.

- Then everything's fine.”

Isabelle left to wash her hands.

Cedric was confused. The thermometer held in one hand and placed on his buttocks had already made him feel curious sensations and emotions, but this finger, which had penetrated him authoritatively but without pain or difficulty, was still a step above.

Isabelle, in the bathroom, smiled at the thought of how she'd twice penetrated her companion's charming little puckered hole.

“Not asleep yet?

- I wasn't feeling very well. But now it's starting to feel better.

- The suppo is starting to take effect... Well, I've got an idea to make you sleep. Hang on a sec.”

Isabelle left for the bathroom and returned with some toilet paper. She lifted the sheets, pulled down the front of Cedric's pyjama bottoms, extracted his penis and began to masturbate him. She had a certain expertise for this, and soon Cedric was ejaculating into her hand. She wiped off the semen with the toilet paper, before putting the pyjama bottoms and sheet back in place.

“That way you'll sleep well.”

Isabelle also masturbated herself.

The next morning, Cedric was awake and didn't protest when Isabelle asked him to get into position for the thermometer. And when she saw that he was still feverish, he spontaneously declared that he had gone to the bathroom and “pooped”. Isabelle smiled, and proceeded to administer the suppository.

Isabelle congratulated herself on having dared to play nurse. She was thinking, “Dear Cedric, your little ass will enjoy my finger many more times”...