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This story was written by a friend of mine.  I am merely posting it for him. 
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Kissing Cousins, Part 3


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. 

(Concluded in Part 4...)

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