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.