I had the flu for two days now. I had come down with it so bad that I was not able to attend classes. Luckily for me, I was not left alone at home because my big sister, Sasha, was with me. She was currently job hunting so her situation made her be at home a lot. Sasha was a tall fair skinned East Indian girl unlike me who was shorter and chubby. She was 20 years old and I was 2 years younger than her. She wore glasses that made her look nerdy. She had long straight black hair. She was a caring and gentle sister however she managed to get on my nerves at times and I did the same to her. Sasha took care of me these few days. She would try to ensure I got the best possible care at home whilst sick. I could not be more grateful.

That afternoon, I had awoken with a terrible stomach ache. I tossed and turned in my sleep until I couldn’t stand it any longer and opened my eyes. I glanced at the clock on my wall which read 1:00. I heard my door open and in stepped my big sister who had a worried look on her face.

“I heard you moaning. What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing. Just my stomach feels bad. I guess it’ll go away.”

She came closer to my bedside. With a smirk she said “You’re having a bad stomach ache. With the looks of it, it won’t just go away. I’ll call mom and see if she knows what to do.”

She left my room and went to call our mother who was at work.

I saw Sasha return with a spoon and a bottle of medicine.

“She told me to let you take this. I had to call her because I was not expecting you to get a stomach ache while you had the flu and I didn’t know what to do.”

“It’s ok.” I said quickly.

“Now open up,” she said as she poured the liquid in the silver spoon.

“I could take it by myself, thank you very much,” I shot back.

A smile crept across her face. “As your nurse, you will listen to me because you are my patient and you need to feel better.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

I opened my mouth wide enough so she could put the spoon in. When the liquid touched my tongue, it felt so bitter. Everything tasted so bitter when you were sick but the medicine tasted even horrible. I spat it back out. I began to feel very nauseous.

“Sorry Sash. It just tastes so bad. Everything tastes so bitter especially the medicine.”

She looked a bit saddened at my reaction. I knew it was because she didn’t know what to do or how to treat me. She was just like me, we both wanted to be know-it-alls and were proud of that too.

“I-I guess I’ll have to call mom again.”

She exited my room and I felt a bit guilty that I didn’t react the way she wanted me to. What was I supposed to do? The damn medicine tastes horrible. I can’t stomach it.

She returned and announced she would have to go to the pharmacy because we didn’t have no other medicine for my stomach ache.

I heard the car start and drove down the road. The pharmacy was on the main road and not very far from us. As I lay in fetal position in my bed from the pain, I wondered what other medicine she was going to get. If I wasn’t able to drink the one from before, then how was the other medicine going to be any different?

Before I knew it she was back. I heard her footsteps as she walked up the stairs. She came in my room and eyed me slyly. I noticed she had a brown paper bag in her hand.

She sat on my bed. “The reason you have the stomach ache might be because you are constipated. The pharmacist told me that. She said that because you can’t tolerate the medicine, you will need this.” With a swift motion she pulled out a white box that had the word “Dulcolax” in green on it.

I instantly got cold feet as memories from my childhood crept up on me. All I remembered was the uncomfortable burning I used to get from them as a kid for my constipation problems. My face turned crimson as I remembered how mom had to put her finger up there to stick it in. Was my sister going to do the same?

“Uh-um. Please no” I began to beg with a hint of desperation in my voice. “Please don’t. Not that. They hurt.” Tears welled at the corner of my eyes as I remembered the burning sensation of Dulcolax in my bum. After all these years I still could remember the fiery sensation of the little bullet lodged in my ass.

Sasha gave me a sympathetic look as she was well aware of my past experiences with suppositories.

“You need to take it. It will make you feel better. Don’t you want your pain to be relieved?”

I gave up. My pleading sister’s tone and her puppy dog eyes was enough to make me comply. Not to mention the pain was excruciating. It felt as though rocks…no boulders were inside me. I just wanted the pain to go away.

I blushed as I said “Fine.”

Her voice now more enthusiastic, “That’s the spirit. Now let’s get this over with, shall we? Turn over and lie flat on your stomach.”

I knew what was about to happen and I felt so embarrassed but surprisingly, part of me was excited. I don’t know why but my pussy began to throb as I felt my big sister’s gentle hands pull down the pajama pants I had on. My underwear also came off with that motion and now my bare bottom was exposed to my sister. I wondered what she was thinking. I believe she was concerned for me and just wanted to do anything to help me get better.

I shuddered as I felt her cold slippery finger partially enter my anus. I realized she was lubing me up in preparation for the invasion.

“Ready?” she called out from behind me.

“Ye-yes,” I said rather hesitantly.

Before I knew it, I felt the cold little bullet touch my opening. I felt it being pushed even further and then I felt my sister’s finger in my bottom as she pushed the suppository deeper.

“There. Now it will begin to work. The box says you have to hold it for 15 to 20 minutes.”

I felt her pulling up my panties and pajamas. At that moment, I could have died of embarrassment when I thought about what my sister had just done. She went to the bathroom and I heard the water running and I assumed she was washing her hands after administering my medication.

When she had returned my tummy began to hurt more. The combination of the stomach ache and stimulant effect of the Dulcolax was enough to make me curl up in fetal position with my hand holding my stomach, and cry.

Just a few more minutes, I thought

When my sister saw me like this, she rushed to my side and hugged me, trying her best to comfort me. She even stroked my untidy hair. Her white top began to moisten as my tears fell on it. We stayed in that position until I heard her say “You can go now.”

Waves of joy spread across me as I was glad to finally relive myself and be done with the stomach ache. In the toilet, a huge brown dump came out. I felt as though a thousand pounds had left my body. After the stomach ache incident, I didn’t have many other symptoms. The next day I began to feel like myself again. I knew it was due to my big sister’s care. I thanked her and even helped her with some of her chores in return although I knew she wasn’t looking for anything in return. I don’t know what I would do without her.