A Story as Told by Christine
My name is Traci and if you've read some of my earlier stories, you'd know that my twin sister and I are in our early twenties and while both college students attend different universities located some eight hours apart. Ann, my sister, and I are very close and try to call one another every week. Moreover, we are nearly identical twins in that we are both the same height and weight; both wear size 6, have the same color eyes and hair and even wear our hair at the same length and in a similar style. We differ, however, in some subtle ways: I have a beauty mark on my upper left thigh and Ann has a pair of piercings in each earlobe where I have only one. Oh, and one more thing: while I tolerated our mom giving us enemas while growing up, Ann absolutely despised them.
It was late September of our senior year when Ann and I thought it would be nice to meet in Washington, which is half way between our two colleges, to celebrate our birthday with a nice lunch and to do some shopping. On the chosen Friday, I was clearly looking forward to having a great day. I woke up early, showered and got dressed in an off-white blouse, navy short skirt and my good pearls.
Ann and I met at noon in a little bistro, had an enjoyable lunch that included a glass of wine and set out to do some shopping. This part of Washington had some wonderful shops and it was in one of these that we saw the most stunning silk dress. We both tried it on and discovered that with the exception of one minor alteration that it fit perfectly. Then we saw the price, and knowing that it was too expensive for either of us, concluded that we could share it sending it back and forth by UPS when the occasion required. That's when the trouble, or I should say the story, began because we couldn't agree who'd get to wear it first. After some debate we then thought it might be fun to switch identities and whoever could go longest without being discovered got first use of the dress. So while still at the dress shop we switched clothes and even handbags complete with driver's licenses and college IDs. While this all sounded easy enough, the following tells of Ann's experience upon returning to my campus.
It was nearly 10 p.m. when I returned to Traci's sorority house. When I got to her room, her roommate, Julie was working on her computer. Hardly looking up, Julie greeted me,"Hi Trace. How was Washington?"
"Wonderful. It was good to spend some time with my sister," I told her. "We had a nice lunch and a good time shopping. But eight hours of driving has me kinda beat. I'm going to bed." I changed into one of Traci's nightshirts, got into bed and was soon asleep.
The next morning, Julie and I got up, dressed and went down to the dining room to get something to eat. After picking up some juice, coffee and a bagel, I suggested that we bring it back to the room since I wanted to get some work done on the computer. The real reason, of course, was that I could not afford to run into some of Traci's sorority sisters and not recall their names, a real possibility despite having visited Traci here on several occasions.
Later that morning Julie packed some things and headed off to spend the weekend with her boyfriend, Brian. I settled in and did some reading. Towards mid afternoon, Traci's boyfriend, Rob, stopped over. Trying to act like Traci, I gave him a warm hello kiss lest he become suspicious. While this seemed like a good idea at the time, it might have worked too well because soon we were lying together on Traci's bed and our making out is getting a bit heavy as Rob had already removed my sweater, unhooked my bra and was caressing my breasts.
"I just can't do this with my sister's boyfriend and if things keep progressing like this I will wind up having sex with Rob," I thought to myself, "But I really don't want to lose this bet either.
Rob, sensing my change of mood, asked, "Traci, what's wrong? Are you OK?"
"Sorry, Rob, I guess I'm not just myself this afternoon," I said with more than a touch of irony. "I'm probably just a little out of sorts, that's all. I'll be OK."
"Traci, you should have said so," responded Rob. "We'll just get you a nice enema and you'll feel better in no time at all. You know that it always works and, besides, we've kind of grown to like them."
If Rob had seen my face, he would have been surprised that my eyes were probably as big and round as silver dollars and that my heart was nearly pounding its way out of my chest as I was in near panic. 'No, Rob, it's OK. Really!" I exclaimed.
"Nonsense. We've done this for each other before. Besides you know how good my technique has become," he said as he got Traci's syringe out of her dresser and headed into the bathroom.
'We've done this before?" I thought to myself, adding, "Oh my gosh, Traci! What's my sister been up to?" I knew that she and Rob had been doing it, but Traci getting an enema from her boyfriend was just incomprehensible.
Remembering those awful times of my childhood, I could hear the water running and just envision what Rob was doing in there. Then he called to me, "Do you want to take this in here or out there on your bed?"
All of the childhood horrors flashed through my mind. I recalled how mom used to have me lie over her lap as the warm, soapy water flowed into my bottom, making me hold it all until I cramped badly and finally having the urge to get rid of it all. This time I knew, however, that I had to go through with this because otherwise I'd lose first use of that beautiful dress. 'Courage, Ann. Be brave. You can do this," I said giving myself a quick, much needed peptalk.
"Out here on the bed, Rob," I responded and in what seemed less than an instant he was standing beside me with Traci's bulging bag and a tube of KY.
"C'mon, hon. Off with those jeans and panties. This won't take long."
Now, you have understand that I love my sister and would never do anything to hurt her, but here I was getting undressed for her boyfriend and trying to not act hesitant about it. As I stepped out of my panties I laid down on the bed and in moments could feel Rob working his KY coated finger up my bum, wiggling it around and being a bit of a tease. "Well, mom never did that to me," I thought as I started to relax and really enjoy what he was doing.
"Oh, Traci, please forgive me," I thought to myself as Rob inserted the nozzle, clicked open the clamp and started the warm water rushing into my bum. This, too, wasn't anything like what mom used to do. It was very gentle, but also very stimulating. At the moment that I was feeling myself getting wet in the most personal kind of way, Rob began rubbing my clit. "Oh, God, this is unbelievable!" my brain was saying reminding me that Rob is not my boyfriend, but my sister's.
"Traci, are you doing OK."
"Mmmm, yes, Rob. I'm just fine." I said as I basked in the enjoyment, completely surprising and perhaps even a bit embarrassing myself.
"Traci, did you know that the bag has been empty for a couple of minutes already? You'd better go expel," said Rob as he removed the nozzle.
I went into the bathroom, expelled the enema, cleaned myself up and finally returned to the bedroom.
"There, are you any better?"
"Much," I said giving him a tender kiss on the cheek and putting my panties back on. "But I think I now just need a good night's sleep," I added as I slipped my sweater back on without bothering with the bra. After the emotions of the enema, I was really feeling badly that I was sending Rob away.
"OK, I'll check on you tomorrow," he said as he gave me a little goodbye kiss.
Rob had no sooner left when the phone rang. It was Traci. "Ann, you win. I can't believe that I forgot one of your friend's names at dinner. Naturally, everyone then started to get really suspicious and the secret was out. I'll see you at the rest stop on I-95 tomorrow at noon and we'll switch cars. By the way, how's everything there?"
"Just fine. Kinda quiet right now. I'll see you tomorrow."
That night I slept like a baby. The next day I made sure that I got up and left before having to confront Rob again and met Traci for the car swap.
Afterward, as I continued heading south back to my own college, I felt myself getting wet all over again as I recounted the experience of Rob giving me that enema last night. "Gosh, but I used to hate those things," I said to myself. Then I remembered that when I was a freshman, mom had gotten me a syringe to take away to school. It was packed away somewhere and I'd never used it. "Ann, you're going to have to go look for that," I promised myself and a few miles further a smile came to my lips as I wondered how my own boyfriend, Mark, might react to the idea of adding enemas to our relationship.
"Oh my!" I said out loud as I felt the crotch of my panties getting even damper as I thought about the prospects. "We'll just need to find out, won't we."
The trip from Washington that Sunday afternoon was a pleasant one and by the time I got to campus I knew that'd have to call Traci and get her help.
