by Tom
Jill was thirteen, fresh out of pigtails, in process of abandoning shirts and frayed shorts for flowery dresses and velvet hairbands. Her friendship with Rod was becoming more distant - also thirteen, he still rejoiced in the pleasures of climbing trees and the joy that only mud could provide.
He was the oldest of the "Three R's" - his brothers were Robert, who was a cheeky ten years old, and little Ritchie, a cute, gap-toothed boy of six. Jill sighed as she entered their house, clutching the cook book that her mother had sent with her.
"Mrs. Howe?"
"Up here, Jill."
Jill climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom that was shared by the two youngest boys, then stopped in surprise. Little Ritchie was giving a fair impression of a hairless hamster, his face distorted by swellings underneath his jaw line.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Mumps, dear. The poor little thing is burning up. Come here - you can lend me a hand."
Jill could feel the heat from the small body as she watched Mrs. Howe shake down the thermometer. Then she frowned as Ritchie's pyjamas were loosened and his mother pulled them over his feet.
"Just hold his legs for me, please."
Seeing Ritchie naked was not exactly a novelty - at six years old he habitually ran around in his birthday suit when it came to his bathtime - but why on earth did she have to hold his legs up?
The question was soon answered. Mrs. Howe dipped the end of the thermometer in a pot of Vaseline, then deftly inserted it into the boy's little anus and held it there for what seemed to be a very long time. She withdrew it and looked at the mercury, then shook her head.
"Over 101. We've got to do something about that! Hang on a while - I need to have a good look at his bits."
Jill felt a rising interest as Mrs. Howe got hold of the wrinkled bit of skin between Ritchie's legs and used her fingers to draw it tight around his little balls. So that was what was in there!
Mrs. Howe sensed Jill's puzzlement, and hastened to explain.
"Mumps isn't usually serious, but very rarely it infects a boy's testicles - I'm just checking to see that they aren't swollen."
Jill giggled as Mrs. Howe gave Ritchie's willy a friendly tickle before nodding that his legs could be lowered. The boy grinned, then winced as the swollen glands in his face protested.
"On your feet, Ritchie, and get that jacket off."
Mrs. Howe handed Jill a facecloth and indicated a bowl of tepid water.
"Do me a favor, honey, and sponge him down. We need to lower his temperature before something bad happens."
Jill frowned as Mrs. Howe whispered in her ear.
"Small children go into convulsions if their temperature gets too high - sponge him all over until I get back, will you?"
Jill applied herself to the task and Ritchie began to look more comfortable as the water evaporated. She had never been this close to a naked boy before, and it gave her the opportunity to have a really good look at his equipment, and even to feel his willy through the cloth - he didn't react one way or the other as her fingers closed round it.
Mrs. Howe reappeared and threw Jill a towel.
"Dry him down now - I must say he looks a lot better."
Ritchie stood passively to be dried, then suddenly went rigid, making Jill afraid that this was the start of a convulsion. Then he started to protest.
"Aw, mom, not one of them. You know I don't like it."
Jill swung round, then her eyes opened wide as she saw that Mrs. Howe was holding an enema bag in her hand, the long red tube looped around her arm. Jill knew what it was for, but she had never actually come across any kid who had been on the receiving end of one. Mrs. Howe put on her firm mom's face.
"You have to have it, Ritchie, whether you like it or not. Now be a good boy and lie down for mommy."
Still grumbling, the small boy lay on one side, his legs arranged to make it easier to get at his butt. Mrs. Howe handed the bag to Jill.
"Just hold that for me, dear. I'm glad you called round!"
Jill watched, awed, as Mrs. Howe dipped the end of the tube into the pot of Vaseline, then grasped Ritchie's upper cheek with one hand and pulled it aside, revealing his small crinkled aperture. The nozzle slipped in with ease and Mrs. Howe reached for a metal clip and opened it, crimping the tube between her fingers to restrict the flow.
It seemed to take hours. Ritchie continued to complain and kept up a continuous grumbling, but his mother just ignored him and continued with the injection until the bag was empty, then escorted him to the bathroom and waited until all of the liquid had been squirted back out.
"There - that wasn't so bad, was it. And I bet it made you feel better."
Ritchie was still surly and refused to answer, but it was quite obvious that his temperature was down, and the red flush had left his body. They left him to doze in front of an open window while Mrs. Howe poured Jill a glass of orange juice.
"Thanks for your help, dear. He normally plays up much worse than that when he has to have an enema - I think he just didn't want to show himself up in front of a guest."
Back home, Jill breathlessly related to her mother what had happened. Mom smiled patronizingly.
"I'm afraid that Mrs. Howe is rather old-fashioned, darling. She gives enemas to the boys quite often - most mothers don't do that any more."
Jill felt a strange thrill.
"All of them? Even Rod?"
Mom looked concerned.
"Darling, you mustn't let on that you know about it - I'm sure Rod would be very embarrassed if you mentioned anything about it. Anyway, he's probably far too old now - I'm talking about when he was little."
"But why would Mrs. Howe do that? What's an enema for?"
Mom sighed.
"Well, once upon a time, mothers thought that the main reason kids got sick was that they were poisoned by the waste matter inside them, and that the best thing to do was to wash it out from time to time."
Jill settled herself comfortable. She knew the signs - mom was in the mood to have a grown-up talk, and Jill loved them - she could ask anything she wanted, and mom always gave her a straight answer, like she was a big sister rather than a mother.
"How long ago was this, mom? Did you ever get one when you were a girl?"
"Did I just! One sneeze, a furry tongue, a tiny pain in the tummy was all it took for your gran to get the bag out and fill me up with soapsuds! I must have had hundreds of enemas - well, maybe dozens - before I grew out of them."
"Did you all get them? What about Uncle Tim...and Uncle Joe?"
"Just the same. But mind you don't ever let on that I told you!"
Jill felt that another grown-up door had been opened for her. She was getting quite used to the fact that there were whole areas of life that she did not even know existed, and wondered just how many more there were. She was still curious.
"What does it feel like mom? Getting an enema, I mean? Does it hurt?"
"Good heavens, no. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels peculiar - not awful, just very, very strange. I can't really describe it any better than that, and I'm sure you don't want me to give you one just so you know how it feels!"
"No! I'll just be ignorant, thank you!"
The trouble erupted after supper, when daddy called from the hotel where he was staying. Jill felt she hardly knew him since he had started up his own business - he was always away, and even when he came home he just wanted to sleep all of the time. Jill somehow felt that she shouldn't mention Ritchie's enema, but she told dad about how funny he looked. There was a silence from him, then he asked to talk to mom.
Jill could only hear one side of the conversation, but that was alarming enough.
"Don't be silly, darling. She probably hasn't caught it, and even if she did you would catch it."
"Yes, I know how serious it can be. Yes, I know what it does."
"That's out of the question. No way."
"Weeeeel...maybe...I'll get back to you on that."
Jill knew it was serious when mom went to her room and closed the door to use the phone in there. When she emerged, almost an hour later, bad news was written all over her face.
"Jill, darling, I just don't know how to tell you this. Daddy and I had planned a surprise vacation for all three of us, but he's a terrible hypochondriac and he's terrified that you might be incubating mumps. It can be quite awkward for a man..."
"Oh, I know about that. Mrs. Howe told me when she examined Ritchie."
Mom looked relieved, but still very serious.
"Well, you can maybe understand why daddy is so scared. In any case, he can't afford to be ill, even without complications. So I'm afraid there will be no vacation. He's going to stay away until he knows you haven't got mumps."
Jill felt sad when she saw the distress on mom's face. Married relationships were still a dim idea in her mind, but she was well aware how much mom missed daddy when he was away - and he had been away an awful lot recently. A bright idea came to her.
"Mom, have you had mumps?"
"Yes, dear. Why do you ask?"
"Why don't you go with daddy? I'll just stay here. I'll be fine on my own."
"No way! You're still far too young for that! On the other hand..."
And so Jill found herself back with Mrs. Howe, a supply of clean clothes in a bag and enough exhortations to behave herself to last a lifetime.
Mrs. Howe was her usual cheerful self.
"You can share with Ritchie - I moved the other two in together."
Jill was horrified.
"But - even if I haven't got it now, I'll be sure to catch it from him."
"Of course you won't. You stop being infectious when the swelling shows up. It's quite safe in there."
The older boys were intrigued by the phenomenon of a real live girl staying in their house. Robert was just excited, but Jill got a few looks from Rod that indicated that his interest was not exactly running on the same lines as his brother's. Like most families, pyjamas were worn by the kids after supper - that didn't cause any problems, Julie just changed in the bathroom.
She felt her interest in Rod growing as well. His pyjamas were the kind that had shorts instead of trousers, and they were slightly too small for him and washed so thin that the material concealed little. As he sat cross-legged on the floor while they played pinochle, she became aware that there was structure in the bulge at the front of his shorts - it wasn't just flat like Robert, instead there was the clear outline of a surprisingly long sausage shape. That rather surprised her - it had never really crossed her mind that boys of her age were growing up, just like girls were.
Ritchie was fast asleep by the time Jill tiptoed into the room. It took her a long time to get to sleep in the unfamiliar surroundings, which probably accounted for her dopiness the following morning.
Jill woke with a full bladder which brooked no delay. She leapt out of bed and hurtled into the bathroom, then stopped dead in horror at the sight of two dripping wet, naked boys, fresh from the shower. She screamed and ran out, but not before she had gotten a good look at Rob - not only was his willy an enormous size - at least by the standards of a thirteen year old girl - but it was surrounded by a bush of dark hair. She hurtled down the stairs, shedding buckets of tears at her own embarrassment, and was neatly fielded by Mrs. Howe. After listening to the almost incoherent girl, she finally got the message.
"Have I got this right? You burst into the bathroom, the boys had no clothes on - not the other way about?"
"Yes."
"Then what on earth are you so worked up about? If anyone has a right to be embarrassed, it is surely them? Now, back to your room - pronto."
Jill's bladder reasserted its demands, and fortunately the bathroom had been vacated. She locked the doors carefully, then sighed in the glorious relief of an enormous pee. When she came out, Mrs. Howe took her arm and led her into the boys' room, where Rod and Robert were now decently covered by towels wound around their waists.
"Now, let this be an end to your silliness. We're one big family, and I don't want any more of this. Accidents are bound to happen, but if you think of yourselves as brothers and sister then we shouldn't have any more major screaming, should we?"
Jill hung her head - she was already regretting making such a fuss.
"I'm sorry. It was stupid of me - like you say, it was an accident, and I shouldn't have gone over the top about it."
Mrs. Howe beamed.
"Let's just keep it like that, then. I'm not suggesting that you all share a shower, but just realize that things are less formal in a family."
Even so, Jill made certain sure that the door was locked before she took her shower, and dressed in the bathroom before going down to breakfast. The boys vanished soon afterwards, and Jill went up with Mrs. Howe to see to Ritchie.
He seemed much better, and Jill was quite surprised to see the enema bag reappear. The little boy seemed more resigned to the whole process of having his bowels flushed. Jill spoke to him afterwards when they were alone.
"You didn't mind your enema this morning?"
"Aw, you get used to them. It's not much good moaning - when mom makes up her mind, you've just got to put up with it."
"Do all of you get enemas?"
He looked puzzled that she could ask such a question.
"Yes, of course."
"Even Rob?"
"I told you, we all get enemas."
"When was the last time he had one?"
"Oh, that's easy - it was a couple of weeks back. He said he was too poorly to go to school, but mom soon fixed him."
Jill suddenly realized that she knew exactly when it had been. It had been the day of the math quiz! Rod had been missing from the school bus, and there had been much speculation that he had somehow contrived to miss it, but he had arrived just in time, brought in by his mother. And halfway through, he had needed to go to the toilet - his agony had been so real that the teacher had excused him immediately. She grinned broadly - it was nice to know something so secret.
Things settled down over the next couple of days - neither Rob nor Jill was old enough to keep up their defenses - and they did sort of become siblings.
Jill discovered another interesting fact - boys' shorts had a vertical opening in the front, and this was very much more apparent to her than to Rob. It afforded more brief, tantalizing glimpses of skin and hair as he sat around in them.
Then it happened. Jill awoke, feeling terrible. Mrs. Howe was summoned, and the three boys stood and watched as she felt the glands in Jill's neck.
"You've got it, I'm afraid. Mumps. No doubt about it."
The two older boys were shooed away, leaving Jill and Ritchie as fellow invalids. She was in no state to assist with his daily examination - Mrs. Howe took his temperature, felt his balls and vanished into the bathroom, returning with a freshly-washed thermometer.
"OK, young lady. Sunny side up for me, please."
Jill regarded her with absolute horror.
"Mom takes my temperature in my mouth!"
"Fine. But this is the only thermometer that we have. Open wide."
Jill shivered at the thought of putting it in her mouth. She groaned out loud and rolled onto her tummy, then felt her pyjama pants being pulled down and the cool air on her butt.
"Just take it easy, Jill. It will be all over in a minute or two."
Jill felt firm hands pulling, then something cold pressed against her anus, and then a slim rod pushed gently inside her. It felt weird - like nothing had ever felt before - she could feel it just sitting there, hard and unbending as Mrs. Howe's hand rested on her butt. She relaxed as it slid out again, then rapidly pulled her pants back into position as Mrs. Howe read the instrument and clucked in disapproval.
Jill should have been prepared for it, but it still came as a dreadful shock when Mrs. Howe returned with the enema bag and, instead of going to Ritchie, stopped at Jill's bed.
"You know what comes next, Jill. Lie on your side for me."
Jill started to panic.
"No. Please don't give me an enema. I'm scared."
"What nonsense - you've seen Ritchie get one every day, so you should know that there's nothing to be frightened of. Come on, Jill, on your left side please."
Jill felt tears of self pity start to well up in the corners of her eyes as she reluctantly rolled on to her side. This time her pants got pulled halfway down her thighs, and she was acutely aware that there was a small boy in the room with her. There was no point in making a protest - she knew that Mrs. Howe would just say that she was being silly.
Jill felt something push against her and then stop.
"Relax, Jill. Don't fight it."
It took a supreme effort of her will, but she managed to force her anus to unclench. Then something long and very solid entered her rectum. She was getting the answer to her question!
Jill suddenly understood why her mother had been unable to describe what it felt like. It really was strange. It sort of tingled all of the way in, making her tummy muscles contract and forcing a sort of strangled grunt between her teeth. Then it just sat there, distending the passage that it sat in, making its presence felt by subtle stimulations.
Jill yelled with surprise as the water hit her rectum. It was like taking a shit in reverse, it tickled and it tingled, it seemed to rub the inside of her butt. As her panic subsided, Jill tried to analyze the feeling.
It was like the tingle she got when she looked at the posters of the pop stars on her bedroom wall. It was like the tinge she got when the basketball players pulled their shirts off at the end of the game and showed their bare chests. It was like...the feeling she got when she caught glimpses of Rob's willy or saw the bulge in his shorts.
It couldn't be the same feeling, but it was! How could it be? Why did it make her feel like this?
Her thoughts seethed within her head - she hardly felt the enema, she was just conscious that it was making her feel so strange.
"All done. Off you go to the bathroom."
It was finished! She felt vaguely disappointed - she had actually been enjoying it. Jill emptied her bowels in a rush of glorious relief, and wandered back to bed, in a half trance from the conflicting and not understood emotions within her.
Rod appeared shortly afterwards and sat on her bed. He seemed flushed and sweaty, as well as very attentive to her.
"You got an enema then?"
"You know I did."
"Sorry about that - mom's real keen on them. I hope it didn't upset you too much."
His voice seemed husky. Jill wondered if perhaps he was getting a sore throat or something. Then she tensed as he put his hand on her shoulder. It felt kindly, but at the same time sort of exciting - it was the first affection he had showed for her, and she liked it.
"What was it like?"
That brought her up short.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well - did it hurt? Did she use a lot of water? Did you lie down or kneel down?"
Jill struggled to a sitting position, her nostrils wrinkling at the smell of boy-sweat...and something else...a strange unfamiliar smell... but one she felt that had some meaning.
Then she felt a gurgling inside her, and realized just why Rod had needed the toilet so desperately. She leapt out of bed and hurled herself into the bathroom, getting her pants down just in time to avoid total disgrace. She groaned and bent double as her rectum contracted and expelled both water and solids in what felt like an iron fist squeezing it hard. Then she looked up and realized that, in her panic, she had failed to close the door. It now framed Rod's face as he looked at her with concern.
"She must have put too much soap in - it happens like that sometimes."
"GET OUT! You shouldn't be watching me!"
"Why not? You never take your eyes off my willy!"
Then it suddenly dawned on her that Rod had not been unaware of her peeking - in fact he had been deliberately letting her see him. He stood defiant for a few moments, then moved away from the door.
Rod did not visit her the following morning. Ritchie was up and about, and Jill had a really mild case of mumps - she hoped that this might spare her, but Mrs. Howe was having none of that! Jill got her enema in privacy, then Mrs. Howe left her to her toilet. Jill finished and cleaned herself, then quietly opened Rod's door.
She stopped dead at the sight that confronted her. Rod was sitting on his bed, his trousers round his ankles, his eyes tightly closed and his had wrapped round his willy - his large, stiff willy - moving rapidly up and down. He suddenly realized that she was there, and leapt upright, pulling up his pants and stuffing himself inside of them.
Jill was entranced. She had heard rumors of what boys did to themselves, but had never imagined that she would actually witness it. She pushed the flustered boy back into a sitting position - this was why he had been so sweaty!
"Is that what they call jerking off?"
He nodded, close to tears.
"You won't tell mom, will you?"
Jill felt a sense of power.
"No. Not if you let me watch you do it."
Rod looked incredulous. This was the first half of his most erotic fantasy.
"You want to watch me jerk off?"
"Sure. All the girls talk about it, but none of them really knows. I want to see what it looks like."
Rod got a hunted look on his face.
"OK. But wait until mom goes out. She'd probably put me in a reform school or something if she caught us."
Jill readily agreed. It gave time for other preparations.
They were both in an excited condition when Mrs. Howe left for her shopping trip - that gave them at least two hours. Rod led the way to his room.
"You really want to watch me?"
"Yes - but there's another condition. You have to have an enema first."
His jaw dropped. This was the other half of his fantasy. He could only nod his agreement.
"Right. Take your clothes off."
Rod stripped to the buff, his erection poking almost vertically in front of him. Jill had already filled the bag and found a convenient place to hang it in the bathroom.
Rod moved dreamlike to the place mom always used - he didn't quite know how Jill had discovered it. He knelt down with his butt in the air as Jill dipped the nozzle in grease.
It was all of his dreams come true. It was heaven on earth. It was his jerkoff fantasy made real. He had already fallen deep in teenage lust with Jill, and now she was going to do it.
He almost came at the first touch of the tube, but the enormous blast of water acted as an efficient passion killer. Rod reached round and kinked the tube, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he felt the spasms of cramp sear through his guts.
"For pity's sake - take it easy. That really hurt!"
She was gentle after that, dribbling the liquid in little by little as Rod's excitement grew beyond imagined bounds. Eventually he could take no more. He stood up, the tube still hanging from him, and Jill gaped as he gave himself a few quick strokes and then white fluid shot from the end of his willy. That was the smell! He must have been doing it while she had her enema!
Jill felt quite sad when her mother and father collected her a few days later. Both sets of parents smiled tolerantly as Jill and Rob started dating.
"Teenage love - it won't last!"
But it did....
End
