That concluded the evening's fun and games. We were all rather wet and sticky, and not only from the summer heat. The girls cleaned up Lynn's bedroom while I was sent to take a quick shower. Afterwards, they washed as well and joined me downstairs.

I had thought they were going to leave me alone, now that Lynn had had her fun, but instead she fixed a little late night snack. While watching something silly on TV the girls chatted and joked around.

I suddenly thought of something. "Lynn, you've got to go upstairs and get your things out of my room. You promised."

"Geez cuz, didn't you know I was just bluffing ? There's nothing for mom to find."

"Honest ?"

"Sure kiddo. Honest. I wouldn't set you up like that."

I hadn't been so sure of that before our little session together. I must have made a questioning face.

"Really, I think it's going to be more fun having you around than I thought at first."

What a coincidence. That was my feeling exactly.

AG

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 resentful, 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 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 any 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 Simms," 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.