This is a fictional story about the Johnson family. It has elements of medfet and other kinkiness. Hope you enjoy!

18 year-old twins Jordyn and Jenny Johnson were taken on vacation by their overprotective parents, Pat and Joe. They rented a cabin on a lake and took their daughters there to celebrate their recent high school graduation. Any fun the girls may have had was ruined by Pat and Joe’s overprotective ways. Pat’s motherly instinct led her to constantly worry about her daughters’ health and safety. While still a caring father, Joe was more relaxed than his wife, but still supported her in all of her ridiculous endeavours.

On the first day, Pat awoke the twins at 7:30, and fed them breakfast. The family chatted while they ate a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and milk. However, despite their age, Pat still insisted on nursing the twins. The twins absolutely hated this, but learned to put up with it. In fact, Joe wasn’t too thrilled about it either, but would always give into the defensive Pat, when he suggested that the girls be weaned. When they were little, they used to tandem breastfeed up to five times a day. As they got older and bigger, Pat agreed to nurse them only once a day, in the morning, and one at a time. Pat nursed her oldest child, Justin, now 21, until he was three, but she never stopped nursing her “babies.”

When Pat was done with breakfast, she sat down on the couch, and called Jordyn to her. Pat opened her robe to reveal her breasts. Jordyn sat down and lied under her mother’s breasts. She put her mouth on her mother’s nipple, and began suckling. After a few minutes of suckling, she was full. “Good girl,” Pat told her daughter, as she patted her on the head. Jordyn went back to the dinner table, while Jenny approached her mother. She assumed the same position as her sister, and began to suckle on her mother’s other breast. “That’s it,” Pat said, while rubbing Jenny’s back. “Take all the milk you need.” Again, after a few minutes, she was full.

After breakfast, the girls changed into their swimsuits, and went to the lake. The girls were looking forward to swimming, but Pat’s restrictions quickly put a damper on their excitement. After she applied to sunscreen to every inch of her daughters (Pat did not trust they could reach every place and worried about them getting a sunburn), Pat let them swim. Unfortunately, she would not let the girls go further than she could see, forbidding them to go past the shallow water.

After “swimming” and relaxing by the lake, the family joined a neighboring family, the Petersons, on a boat ride. The Petersons had a mother and a father, as well as two sons, Zach and Zeke, aged 18 and 20, respectively. The twins found the Peterson boys attractive, but were too nervous to ask them out. Neither girl had ever had a real boyfriend, and were unsure if Pat would allow them to date. They were just mortified that a potential boyfriend would find out that they still breastfeed. Around 3:00, they boarded the boat, and took off. Pat insisted that they wear lifejackets, much to their chagrin. During the two hour boat ride, the girls made small talk with the boys. It was obvious that there was chemistry, but neither group of siblings pursued the opportunity.

When they docked, the Petersons invited the Johnsons to join them on a five mile hike. With nothing else to do, the Johnsons accepted. Each family went back to their cabins to change into the appropriate attire, meeting up a half an hour later. While the Johnson’s were changing, their oldest child, Justin arrived. The twins had forgotten that he would be joining them. Pat embraced her son, and told him to get ready for the hike. Justin took his bags to his room, and emerged minutes later, in jeans and a sweatshirt.

The five mile hike wasn’t as bad as it sounded. The twins spoke to the boys, the parents chatted, and Justin tuned everyone else out with his earbuds. Every now and then Mr. Peterson would stop the hike to tell a story about the part of the trail they were on. They arrived back at the start of the trail around 7:30 pm. After having such a fun afternoon, the Johnsons invited the Peterson’s to dinner, which they accepted. The two families drove to a local diner and ate a nice dinner. The twins became even more embarrassed when their mother insisted on ordering for them, and cutting up their food in front of the boys. Besides that hiccup, the evening went fine, and the Johnsons and Petersons made plans for the following day.

When they got home, the “kids” retreated to their room. With only two rooms in the cabin, the three of them were forced to share a room with dual twin beds. Jenny and Jordyn had already claimed the beds, leaving Justin to sleep on the cot. In the master bedroom, Pat and Joe were beginning to change into their PJs. As she finished brushing her teeth, Pat made a remark to her husband. “I found a tick under my arm. We should check the kids for ticks.” “Honey, they’re old enough to check themselves,” he told her. “I know, but I’m worried they could miss it and get lyme disease. I think we need to check. I’ll check the girls, you check Justin.” Joe was vehemently opposed to this idea. “Absolutely not! He’s 21. I’m not checking him for ticks.” “Fine,” she insisted. “Then I’ll do it. It has to be done. You take the girls to the general store and pick up some ice cream for sundaes. It should give us some privacy. “Fine,” Joe relented.

Joe took the girls to the general store, leaving Pat and Justin alone. Justin was lying on the cot, listening to music, as Pat came in. She explained that she wanted to check him for ticks, he thought it was odd, but put up no fight. He sat on the bed and Pat checked his hair for ticks, finding nothing. “Shirt off,” she told him. Justin took his shirt off, and Pat stroked his chest hair, looking for ticks. “Arm up.” He lifted his arm, and Pat looked for ticks, again finding nothing.

“Are we done?” He asked. “Not yet, ticks like to hide where it’s warm.” “What do you mean…,” his eyes light up as he realizes what she means. “No, mom. I can check myself,” he assures her. “Honey, relax, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she reassures him as she unbuttons his jeans. He gives in and lets his mother pull down his jeans and briefs. She strokes her hand through her son’s pubic hair, searching for ticks. After a minute of searching, she announces, “Tick free.” Justin reaches to pull up his pants. “Not so fast,” Pat stops him. “You seem warm, I want to take your temperature to make sure you’re not coming down with anything.” “Mom!” He complained. “Lie down, and I’ll be right back,” she ordered.

Pat left the room, returning a moment later with a thermometer and tube of vaseline. Justin lies on the bed, pants still down. “I know you don’t like this, honey, but it’s the only thermometer I have,” she tells him. “Now, I promise that it won’t hurt. I’m going to put lube on it before inserting it,” she explains. Pat dips her finger into the vaseline and rubs it on the thermometer. “All right, it’s going in,” she warns him. Justin squirms as the thermometer enters his rectum. After five minutes of awkward silence, she pulls it out and examines it. “Normal,” she announces. “You can pull your pants up.” Justin swiftly pulls his pants up, and Pat goes to clean the thermometer.

Twenty minutes later, Joe returns with the girls. “Girls, we’ll have sundaes later,” Pat tells them. “I want to give you a shower first, and check you for ticks.” “No!” They complain. “Saying no will just end with a trip over my knee,” she threatens them. Pat leads both girls into the master bedroom, setting their pajamas on the bed, before leading them into its adjoining bathroom. “Mom, why do you have to do this,” Jenny asks. “We can check ourselves.” “I know honey, but I don’t want you to get Lymes Disease or anything awful,” she tells them. “Plus, I’m your mother. It’s my job to manage your health.” Pat sits down on the toilet seat and turns on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. Once the water reached the appropriate temperature, she stood up. “Jordyn, you’re twelve minutes older, so you’ll go first,” she informed them. Pat helped her lift off her shirt and unbutton her jeans, until she was just standing in her bra and panties. Pat unhooked her bra, while Jordyn reluctantly stepped out of her panties.”

“Arms up,” Pat ordered Jordyn. Pat felt Jordyn’s armpit, looking for ticks. Finding nothing, she examines her daughter’s bare vagina. “I notice someone’s been shaving, even though I told them not to,” Pat comments. “Mom,” she explains, “I like it shaved.” “I don’t care. Only naughty girls shave down there. If the next time I check you and you’re shaved, I’m gonna bring you over my knee, is that understood,” she asks Jordyn. “Yes, mom.” “Any trouble with your period?” “No!” She said in embarrassment. “Very good, now bend over,” she demanded to Jordyn. Jordyn bent over, while Pat briefly looked at her buttocks. “You can get in the shower now,” she tells Jordyn. Jordyn rolls the curtain back, and steps into the shower.

“Your turn, missy,” Pat said to Jenny. Pat helped Jenny undress to her bra and panties. Once again, Pat unhooked the bra, while Jenny stepped out of her panties. Jenny lifts her arms, and Pat repeats the process of searching for ticks. “Good girl. Someone listened to Mommy,” Pat quipped, noticing her daughter’s unshaved pussy. Pat stroked Jenny’s pubic hair for a solid minute, not finding any ticks. “Good, bend over,” she ordered her. Jenny bent over, while Pat again, briefly looked at her buttocks. “You’re good, hop in the shower,” she ordered. Jenny hopped in the shower with Jordyn.

While in the shower, Pat gave each of her daughters a breast exam, and informed them that they should check themselves each week, in order to avoid breast cancer. She then made small talk while she loofahed the girls, cleaning and checking every crack and crevice. The twins had seen each other naked plenty of times, but had not bathed together in years. The fact that they were 18 and their mother was washing them like toddlers, added to their embarrassment. Once every inch of their bodies was clean to Pat’s standards, she dried them off, and ordered them to change into their jammies and lie down on mommy’s bed.

Pat entered the bedroom with the thermometer and vaseline. Their eyes both widen as they saw what she had in her hand. “Girls, your brother was a little warm, so I took his temperature. I’m going to take your temps to make sure you aren’t sick either,” she informed them. They both whined, but to no avail. “I know you girls don’t like me taking your temp this way, but it’s the most accurate. Doctor Goldstein said this was the most accurate way to a child’s temp, so that’s what I’m going to do. Jenny, you’ll go first this time. Pull down your panties,” she commanded. Jenny did what she was told, reluctantly, pulling down her panties. Pat lubricated the thermometer, before entering it into Jenny’s bottom. Her teeth clenched as the thermometer entered the anus. “I appreciate you being a good girl about this. Most girls your age don’t have parents who love you enough to take your temp this way,” Pat praised Jenny as she stroked her hair. After five minutes of one sided conversation, Pat pulled the thermometer out and examined it. “No fever,” she announced.

“Your turn, little lady,” Pat said to Jordyn. “No way, Mom. I’m 18,” she argued. “I know you are,” she told her, “but you’re still my baby, and as long as you’re living with me, I am going to take your temp this way. I told you it’s the most accurate way. I’ve taken your temps like this before. No reason to get all fussy now. It’s just you, me and your sister. I’m not broadcasting it over social media,” she informed her daughter. “No,” Jordyn stood strong. “Honey, like it or not, these panties will be coming down.” Jordyn rolled her eyes and began to get up, before Pat struck her on her bottom. “Young lady, you will do as I say,” Pat yelled, as she pulled down her daughter’s pajama bottoms and panties. Still infuriated, she spanked Jordyn’s bare bottom for a solid two minutes, before halting to wipe down the thermometer. “Now honey, it’s going in,” she informed Jordyn. Jordyn stopped fussing but completely helpless as the thermometer entered her anus. After five of the longest minutes of her life, Pat withdrew the thermometer and read it, “No fever, either.” Pat wiped down the thermometer, while Jordyn pulled up her PJ bottoms and panties. “Thank you girls for cooperating with me. Now you can each have a sundae and then you need to brush your teeth and go to bed,” Pat told them. The girls nodded and exited the bedroom.

It certainly was a long day for the Johnson family.