This is a continuation of a story I wrote about a year and a half ago about the Johnson family and their vacation. Instead of on vacation, the family is on Holiday break when a cold ravages the house. I'm not very descriptive, but I encourage you to use your imagination. Enjoy!

Twins Jordyn and Jenny Johnson were home for holiday break. It was the first time they had returned home since they left for college in August. They were both reluctant to go back home to their father, Joe, and overprotective mother, Pat. Luckily for them, Pat had finally stopped breastfeeding them. It was embarrassing that she insisted on nursing her “babies” until they left for college, but they had gotten used to it. Not only that, Pat treated her girls like babies. She wouldn’t let them go anywhere unsupervised, made them hold her hands when crossing the street, put parental controls on the tv, their phones, and an internet filter. To them, their house was like a prison. Unfortunately, they had to be home for the holidays to celebrate with friends and family, and had no place else to stay. Their brother, Justin, a senior in college, even returned home too. Pat loved having all her kids under the same roof.

The holidays came and went and the kids still had two weeks before they had to go back to school. Unfortunately one of the younger cousins brought with them a cold and passed it around to the family. It was a couple of days into the new year, when Jordyn and Jenny were awaken to the loud coughing of Justin in the adjacent room. They knew he was sick. Worse yet, they knew it was inevitable that they would soon be getting sick, and when they got sick, out came the thermometer. Maybe because her mother took her temp this way growing up and that the pediatrician, Dr. Goldstein, whom they still see, recommends it for all his patients, that Pat believes that this was the best way to take her children’s temp.

Amid Justin’s coughing, Pat opens the door and sits down on his bed. In her hand, the dreaded thermometer and a tub of vaseline. She puts her hand on his forehead, “Baby, you feel warm,” she announces. “Roll over so I can take your temperature.” “No,” he tells her. “I’m 21.” “Honey, I know you’re a big boy, but I need to take your temp this way. It’s the most accurate.” “Maybe it is, but I can hold a thermometer in my mouth.” “Honey, with as much as you’re coughing, I don’t think you can. Plus, this is the only thermometer I have. Now pull your bottoms down and roll over. “Mom…” “Do what you’re told. Would you rather I get your father to come in here and do it?” Justin rolls his eyes and reluctantly rolls over and pulls his pajama bottoms down.

Pat dips the thermometer in the vaseline and rubs it over the head. “Now, you know that this won’t hurt, but it may feel uncomfortable.” With that, Pat gently inserts the thermometer into her son’s rectum. Though she knows that this is the best way to measure a temperature, Pat had an ulterior motive for taking her children’s temps this way. It’s nothing sexual but it is intimate. She loved the intimacy it created between her and her children. It often brought her back to a time when her kids were little and dependent on her. Five minutes flew by for Pat, but felt like an eternity for Justin. She pulls the probe out and says, “98.6. No fever, but I will get you some cold meds.” Pat wipes down the thermometer and puts it away with the vaseline. Justin pulls up his pants and rolls over onto his back. Pat goes to the medicine cabinet and brings some cough syrup into Justin. She measures it to make sure he takes just the right dosage and gives it to him. “There, there,” she comforts him. “This should help you sleep.” Justin downs the medicine and gives the cup back to his mother. “Thank you,” he tells her. “You’re welcome,” she responds. “Good night, I love you,” Pat says as she rubs his hair. With that, she turns out the light and exits.

The next morning, Jenny awoke to a throbbing headache and a fever. Jordyn, however, felt fine and went on with her day. When Jenny wasn’t up by 10:00, Pat became alarmed and checked on her. She felt her forehead and knew immediately that she was running a fever. “You’re burning up, honey,” she announces. “We need to take your temperature.” “Mom, please,” she begs to no avail. I’m going to get the baby thermometer and Tylenol.” Pat returned with the thermometer, lubricant, and Tylenol suppositories. “Okay, baby, stand up.” Jenny reluctantly stood up as Pat sat down on her bed. “Okay, over my knee,” Pat commanded. Jenny reluctantly bends down over her mother’s knee. Pat pulls down her daughter’s nightgown and grips the elastic waistband of her panties, before pulling them down. Pat lubricates the thermometer and spreads apart Jenny’s but cheeks. “All right, honey. You know the drill. This shouldn’t hurt.” Pat gently inserts the thermometer into her daughter’s bottom. Jenny cringes as it enters. Pat spent five minutes rubbing her daughter’s behind and making small talk. Once the five minutes were up, Pat removed the thermometer and took the reading. “101.1 Let’s get you some medicine.” Pat cleaned off the thermometer with a tissue and set it on the bed. She unwrapped the Tylenol suppository and put a little bit of vaseline on it. “Why can’t I take normal medicine?” Jenny asks. “This works faster than normal medicine, plus you can choke on regular pills.” With that, Pat slides the suppository into her daughter’s bottom. It pops out, however, and Pat pushes it back in. Once the medicine has dissolved, Jenny pulls her pants up and goes back to bed.

After three days, both Jenny and Justin felt better and went back to their part time jobs. Pat was a substitute teacher and was able to get as much time off as she could. Unfortunately, just as Jenny was getting better, Jordyn got sick. It was just the two of them at home, when Jordyn was in the living room watching TV on the couch. Concerned about her daughter’s health, Pat enters with a towel, thermometer, and vaseline. “All right baby,” she tells Jordyn. “I know you don’t like this, but I need to take your temperature.” “Mom!” She complains. “Honey, you’re not feeling well. I want to check your fever.” “Can’t you take it in my mouth or under my arm?” “No, baby. We go over this every time you’re sick. Rectal temps are the most accurate measurement of a fever. Just imagine you’re at Dr. Goldstein’s office. Now stand up.” Jordyn reluctantly does what she is told. Pat lays the towel on the couch. Next, she unbuttons her daughter’s jeans and pulls them down. She then pulls down Jordyn’s striped panties. “Lie on your side,” Pat tells her. Jordyn lies on her left side. Pat lubricates the thermometer and spreads her daughter’s cheeks. “All right, hon, it’s going in.” Pat pushes the thermometer into her daughter’s beautiful bottom. Unlike Jenny, Jordyn doesn’t cringe. She finds it embarrassing that her mother and doctor still take her temp in the bottom, but she likes the sensation of the thermometer in her ass. After five minutes, Pat pulls out the thermometer and reads it. “99.5. A little high.” Pat gives her daughter a Tylenol suppository cleans the thermometer, letting her daughter resume watching television.

The day went by and Pat checked Jordyn’s temp every couple of hours. In the evening, a tuckered out Joe and Pat were in their bedroom getting ready for bed, when all of a sudden, Joe sneezed. “Ha-choo.” “Bless you,” Pat tells him. “Thanks.” “I think I should take your temperature too. Just to make sure you’re not coming down with anything.” “It’s just a sneeze,” Joe assures her. “I know, but better to be safe than sorry. I’ll go get the thermometer.” With that, Pat enters the bathroom and grabs the thermometer and vaseline. Joe rolls over and pulls his pants down with no hesitation. Pat lubricates the thermometer and dips her finger in the vaseline. She inserts her finger into Joe’s rectum. His face lights up with joy. “You little tease,” he chides her. “Just a preview of your weekly Sunday night prostate massage,” Pat teases him. She removes her finger and places the thermometer in his rectum. Over the course of five minutes, Pat noticed that Joe got an erection and laughed. “Someone’s enjoying this.” When the time was up, Pat pulls out the thermometer and reads it. “98.5. Perfectly fine.” “Your turn,” Joe tells Pat. “We gotta make sure you’re not coming down with anything.” “Okay.”

Pat wipes down the thermometer and puts more vaseline on it. Joe pulls his pants up and takes the thermometer from his wife. Pat pulls her panties down and gets on all fours. “All right. It’s going in.” Joe announces as he inserts the thermometer into his wife’s fine ass. The two spoke dirty to each other while the thermometer registered. When it is done, Joe pulls out the thermometer and announces, “98.7. .1 degree higher than normal. We may have to take it again later,” Joe teases. Joe puts the thermometer on the nightstand. “I want your thermometer,” Pat tells Joe. “You want daddy’s thermometer?” Joe playfully asks. “Oh, yeah.” Still maintaining a bulging erection, Joe takes his bottoms off and lubricates his penis with vaseline. “I heard there’s a little girl who’s not feeling well,” Joe playfully asks. “That’s me,” Pat says. “Daddy needs to take your temperature with his thermometer.” “No, daddy,” Pat says in a playfully innocent voice. Still on all fours, Joe inserts his erection into his wife’s asshole. Pat’s eyes light up in ecstasy and they make sweet love.