Of all of Alice’s ten grandchildren, Steph and Em were closer to each other than the rest. 18 year-old Em grew up idolizing her cousin, Steph, now 22. Both girls were about to spend a highly revealing weekend at their Grandma Alice’s house. A weekend neither would ever forget.

Alice’s husband, Dan, had passed away earlier in the month. Fearing that she needed help, her daughter, Staci decided to come up and spend some time with her. Alice wasn’t an outsider, but her house was isolated, in a wooded community. It would be hard for anyone to find the house if they didn’t know what they were looking for. On Friday evening, duffle bag in hand, Staci arrived at her mother’s. “Hi, mom,” she says as she enters. The warm air is a welcomed contrast to the cold winter outside. “Hi, sweetie,” Alice reciprocates. “I hope you don’t mind me spending the night here,” Staci asks. “Not at all,” she replies. “In fact, your sister, Lori, and Em are coming over later tonight to spend the night too,” she informed her daughter. “It’ll be nice to have some company. Actually, Steph’s driving up tomorrow.” “How nice,” Alice grins.

Around 8pm, Lori and Em arrived at Alice’s house. The girls chatted, drank hot cocoa, and went to bed. Around 11 am, Steph arrived. “There’s a storm comin,” she warned them as she entered with her bag. Staci turned on the weather channel to look at the incoming snow storm. After taking her snow boots off, and greeting her family, Steph joined her cousin and spoke about the things that were going on in their life. While this was going on, Staci and Lori helped their mom prepare lunch.

In the mid-afternoon, the family was gathered around the TV, watching the storm move in. “Achoo,” Em sneezed. “Bless you,” Lori tells her daughter. Em lets out two more sneezes. “Are you alright?” Alice asks. “Yes, I’m fine,” she replies. Lori puts her hand on her daughter’s forehead. “You feel kinda warm.” “Mom,” Alice asks, “Do you have a thermometer I could use real quickly?” “Sure,” I’ll be right back Alice says as she exits. Two minutes later, Alice returns with a thermometer and vaseline. Lori’s eyes widen when she sees it. “Don’t you have an oral thermometer,” Lori asks Alice. “You know oral readings aren’t reliable. It’s the same thermometer I used on you girls when you were little.” “Mom, Em is too old to have her temp taken that way.” “What, way?” Em asks, confused. “Honey, it’s the only thermometer I have. You do want to make sure your daughter is not sick, don’t you?” “Yes,” Lori relents. “Here, you can use my bedroom for some privacy if you want,” Alice tells her daughter while holding out the thermometer and vaseline. “Em, let’s go to grandma’s room,” Lori tells her daughter. Confused, Em goes along. “Maybe we should take your temp too,” Staci chimes in. Steph rolls her eyes and sighs. “Do you have another thermometer, mom?” Staci asks. “I think so, I’ll be right back.”

In Alice’s bedroom, Em and Lori sit next to each other on the bed. “Honey, Grandma doesn’t have an oral thermometer, so I have to use the rectal, meaning it goes in your bottom,” Lori tells Em. Em’s eyes widen. “Please, Mom, we don’t have to,” she begs. “I know it is unpleasant, but we have no other thermometer. I used to take your temp this way when you were little, and your grandma took my temp and your aunt’s temp this way until we moved out. I know it seems embarrassing, but it’s just you and me. It should only take a few minutes.” “Fine,” Em relents. “What do I need to do?” “Stand up, pull down your pants and panties, and lie down over my lap.” Em pulls down her sweatpants, her black lace panties, and lies down over her mother’s lap. “Now this won’t hurt, I promise,” Lori tells her as she unscrews the cap to the vaseline. She rubs a glob of vaseline on the tip of the thermometer. “It’s going in,” Lori announces. Em cringes as the thermometer enters her anus. Lori strokes her daughter’s hair as she waits. After five long minutes, Lori pulls out the thermometer and reads it. “100.1 A little high.” We’re gonna have to check your temp again periodically. You can get dressed for now,” Lori informs her. Em stands up and pulls up her pants and panties.

Back in the living room, while Em is getting her temp taken in the bedroom, Alice walks in with another rectal thermometer and a travel size tube of vaseline, as well as a small towel. “Here you go,” Alice says, handing the supplies to her daughter. “I’ll be in the kitchen, give you two some privacy,” she says, exiting. “Stand up,” Staci tells Steph, who obeys. Staci lies the towel on the couch. “You know the drill,” she tells her daughter. Steph unbuttons her jeans and pulls her panties down. She lies down on the towel, and Staci lubricates the thermometer. “It’s going in. It won’t hurt,” Staci assurses her daughter. “I want to make sure that if your cousin is sick, you aren’t coming down with anything,” Staci explains. After five minutes, Staci pulls it out and reads it. “99.9. Slightly high,” she announces. “Go ahead, pull up your pants.” Steph pulls up her pants and panties and heads to the bathroom.

The afternoon came and went, leading into the cold evening. The snow storm outside raged on. After eating a dinner of chicken and baked vegetables, it became clear that the roads would not be suitable for driving on. It was decided that the girls would stay an extra night at the house. Around 10pm, Staci and Lori sent the girls to bed, while they watched the evening news with Alice. The girls changed into their pajamas and went to the twin bedroom. Lying in their beds, they talked about the latest season of Grey’s Anatomy for fifteen minutes, before succumbing to the silence. After thirty seconds of uninterrupted silence, Em breaks the silence. “I can’t believe Grandma only has baby thermometers,” she complains. “I haven’t had my temp taken that way since I was a little girl. It’s so embarrassing,” she adds. “It sucks. My mom only took my temp that way growin up,” Steph informed her cousin. “She took it that way regularly until I was 18. Now it’s only if she thinks I’m sick. It’s always so embarrassing to have to pull down your panties and have a thermometer up your butt,” she adds. “Tell me about it,” Em laughs.

The door to the bedroom opens, interrupting their conversation. The light is turned on, and Staci holds two rectal thermometers and vaseline. “Girls,” she tells them. “We’re worried that you two may still have fevers, so we’re going to take your temps. So both of you please roll over, and pull your panties down. The girls do what they are told and roll over. Staci goes to Steph’s bed first. “You know it won’t hurt,” she says as she lubricates the thermometer. “It’s in,” she announces upon insertion. Staci moves to Em’s bed. “Now Em, I know this can be embarrassing, but your mom wants to make sure you are not sick, and this is the best way to take a temp,” she explains as she lubricates the thermometer. “Like I told Steph, it won’t hurt.” With that, Staci sticks the thermometer in her bottom. For five minutes, the girls try not to make eye contact as the thermometer’s register. As soon as the five minutes are up, Staci pulls out the thermometers. “98.6, 98.8,” she reads. “I’d say they’re pretty normal temps. You two can go back to bed. Thank you for being such good girls,” she tells them, before exiting.

“All normal,” Staci announces as she returns to the living room. She sets the thermometer and lubricant on the coffee table. “Girls, I was thinking,” Alice says. “I want to take your temps to make sure you’re not coming down with anything.” “Mom,” Lori begs. “We’re too old.” “Nonsense,” Alice assures her daughter. “You’re never too old for mommy to take care of you. Staci, lie on the couch,” she orders. Staci lies on the couch and pulls down her PJ bottoms, exposing her bottom. “You remember the dril. Just like old times,” Alice says with a smile. She lubricates the thermometer and inserts it into her daughter’s anus. Alice returns to Lori. “You’ve always been a squirmer. Over my knee, Lori.” “No, mom,” she pleads. Lori pulls her daughter over her knees and pulls down her panties. “I promise you, honey, it won’t hurt,” she tells Lori as she lubricates and puts the thermometer into her bottom. Lori’s eyes widen with the discomfort of having a thermometer in her bottom for the first time in a long time. While the thermometers register, Alice strokes Lori’s hair, telling her how good of a girl she is being, bringing back childhood memories. When the time is up, Alice takes out both thermometers and reads them. “98.6 and 98.7. You girls are both fine,” she announces. “Go get ready for bed, while I clean the thermometers. Alice exits to her bedroom. Steph and Lori stand up and pull their panties and pants up, never making eye contact.

That night, Alice slept like a baby, knowing she had family that loved her, and that she was a good grandma and mother. Lori and Staci took awhile to fall asleep, both of them embarrassed that at their middle age, their mother had just taken their temp like babies. Em and Steph lied awake for hours, talking. Though both cousins thought it was incredibly embarrassing to have it done to themselves, they discovered that the sight of their cousin with a thermometer in their bottom was a complete turn on.