The morning after my first enema session with aunt Josephine I was at a bit of a loss on how to act. Feeling sheepishly stupid, not in the least for having worn the nightgown to bed, I got up and washed. I remember feeling quite refreshed, having slept very deeply and soundly. But as I went downstairs to the breakfast table I wondered how I was expected to act now that I had been 'initiated' into the family ways of supervised cleansing.

As it turned out nothing different was expected of me than before. Aunt Josephine was her usual bright and cheerful self and made no mention whatsoever about what had happened last night. Intimacies, or what I had thought to be intimacies, were not referred to or hinted at, certainly not over the breakfast table. Lynn was her usual self : annoyingly condescending or femininely aloof as the whim suited her.

In a way I was relieved that no mention was made of anything, but after a few days I wondered what the routine was in aunt Josephine's household. Were these 'treatments' a once a month thing ? weekly ? a spur of the moment decision ?

I wouldn't say that I was eagerly looking forward to a repeat, but on the other hand, the prospect of another evening with my cuz in the nude wasn't all that awful to contemplate either. And I had to admit that my insides had never worked and felt better. There seemed to be something in all of this. My aunt's final handjob had been a pleasant event and a couple more before the vacation ended would not have been amiss either.

As my aunt suggested (ordered ?) I had refrained from indulging in acts of self-abuse (ha ha) and was frankly feeling the strain. Of course. being so highly strung permeated almost everything with a sexual meaning and connotation. I was sexually charged and high on the feeling. I wondered if persons practicing carnal abstinence experienced similar feelings. If so they must go through life seeing erotic significance in the most innocent and innocuous of things and settings.

But I was just a teenager, woefully lacking in self-control and not at all bent on living the life of a (lewd-minded) ascetic. So while I wanted to stay on aunt Josephine's good side, and did as she asked, I was aching for some form of relief.