by Tom
It's not good to have your birthday on Christmas day - for one thing they tend to give you a stupid name like Noel, but mainly because you always miss out on the total amount of attention and presents that you get if your birthday is at some other time of year.
That year I was fourteen, itching to be fifteen, one glorious step nearer to freedom of the road. Come December 25, I could say that I was in my sixteenth year - and that sounded very grown-up indeed.
The bane of my life was, apart from my mother who didn't seem to understand that I was a young adult and no longer a child, my kid brother Paul - a virtual baby of twelve. He definitely *was* a child - he even still played with his Action Man and you had to step carefully in our room because the floor was usually littered with small plastic instruments of warfare.
School was out, it was the run-up to the big day and even I was getting pretty excited. I had a good idea what I would get - a new bike - but I had requested that everything else should be in cash. I desperately wanted new, stylish clothes, not least because of Fiona.
Who? Fiona Devlin was the girl next door. They had just moved in and for once I had met a girl who didn't already have a boyfriend who made me look and feel like a geek. Her mother was some sort of nurse but that didn't matter - I had eyes only for her daughter. We exchanged greetings, but I was acutely conscious of my lack of style. I mean, you couldn't even think of asking a girl to go out with you when your best attire was a tweed jacket and gray trousers, could you?
Paul chose that time to get the flu. Boy - you would have thought that he was dying the way he moaned and groaned. He even got mom worried, and she normally treated our ailments with complete casualness. I was sitting trying to tell him that he wasn't fooling *me* when Mom suddenly brought Mrs. Devlin into the room.
"Would you mind having a look at him? He doesn't normally get as sick as this and I was wondering if I should call the doctor."
"Thermometer?"
Mom produced it and parked it in Paul's mouth - at least that kept him quiet for a while. Mrs. Devlin read it and frowned, then she looked down his throat and felt his neck. Finally, the verdict.
"It's flu all right. No point in a doctor - he's got no secondary infection. Plenty of fluids, and a light diet."
"Oh - that's a relief."
"Yes - you can give him a bicarbonate of soda enema as well - that will make him much more comfortable."
Mom's eyes almost popped out of her head. She gestured to Mrs. Devlin, then they went out and closed the door behind them. Paul looked at me, plainly puzzled.
"A what? Some sort of soda? And what's an enema?"
Oh god - he didn't know! Well - I certainly wasn't going to tell him. He could ask mom like he always did.
I still occasionally smarted from his previous question to mom. Okay - it was my fault more than his, but a couple of years back, when he was only ten, he had walked into our room and found me lying on my bed, a porno magazine in one hand and my dick in the other. Maybe I shouldn't have beat up on him once I got my pants back on, but his revenge had been totally disproportionate. What he had done was to go to mom with his most innocent expression on his face and say: "Mom - why does Noel rub his dinkie when he looks at dirty books?"
That had produced the ultimate in excruciating embarrassment later when mom got me on my own. It was just awful - she told me that masturbation was quite normal for a boy my age but that I should do it where Paul would not see me. I mean, like I had given him a demonstration. Anyway - the little brat knew all about it anyway, because he gloated about all the trouble I was in and then told me that he did it with a group of his friends anyway. So I wasn't having him announcing that I had told him about tubes up the asshole and gallons of water. He wouldn't get one anyway - in fact I didn't know anybody who had actually taken an enema, and mom had never done it to either of us.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask mom?"
He pouted, but I just shrugged and tried to look like I had never heard of an enema. Then I heard mom returning.
She wasn't alone. Mrs. Devlin was with her, and she was holding a gurgling red rubber enema bag fitted with a long coil of rubber pipe. I could hardly believe my luck - they actually intended to give the brat an enema! That would teach him a lesson or two!
Paul looked puzzled.
"What's that thing?"
Mom was at his side in a flash.
"It's just something to make you feel better, darling. Mrs. Devlin is a nurse and she knows what's best for you."
"But what IS it?"
Mrs. Devlin moved in. She spied the lamp fitting above the bed and hung the bag from it, then stripped the blankets from Paul's bed.
"Nothing to worry about, dear. Let's just have those PJ pants off now."
Boy - was she fast! She must have had lots of practice, because it only took her a few seconds to part Paul from his pants and leave him lying there showing his puny, hairless willy to everybody.
"What's going on? Somebody tell me!"
"Just roll on your side, Paul. This won't hurt."
Not that he had any choice in the matter. She turned him on his side and kinda folded him up, exposing his bare butt. Then she grabbed the pipe....
"What are you doing? That's my butt! NO! OH NO!"
Mrs. Devlin stepped back and I saw the red tube was in position. She turned her head to mom.
"It's better to just get on with it, you know. They tend to get very nervous if you explain it beforehand, but once the tube is in position they realize that there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm only going to give him a pint or so, so it won't really be uncomfortable for him."
She fiddled with something on the tube, and Paul suddenly wailed again.
"You're squirting something up my bottom!"
"Yes dear - it's called an enema and it will make you feel a lot better."
I couldn't help it - the whole thing was almost surreal - I just had to snigger at the thought of Paul's ass getting filled up with water. That was a mistake, because mom suddenly realized that I was still in the room. She pointed at the door.
"I think it would be better if you waited outside, Noel. Off you go."
I stole a final glance as I closed the door - Paul was still lying on the bed, the tube was still stuck in his ass and, from his complaining I could tell that the water was still flowing. I have to say that the whole thing was highly amusing and very satisfying from my point of view - I would be able to blackmail him for years because of this!
After what seemed like hours, the bedroom door opened and Paul shot out of it. I just about collapsed with laughter, because it looked like he was in a race with his dick - and it was winning by a good three inches! My happiness was complete - he had even gotten a boner, in front of both mom and the lady from next door.
I composed my features as the ladies left his bedroom. Mrs. Devlin just dumped the syringe on the kitchen table and that gave me the chance to take a good look at it. For an instrument of torture it was real simple - just a bag, a long rubber tube and a metal clip. Mom and Mrs. Devlin drank some coffee, then Paul emerged from the bathroom and quickly went to our room before emerging with his pants back on.
"How do you feel now, honey?"
"Better. Cooler."
Actually, he *did* look a lot better. The ladies fussed over him for a while and sent him back to bed. Then Mrs. Devlin picked up the enema stuff.
"I'll go now - I'll come back just before his bedtime and repeat the enema."
Mom looked surprised.
"Another enema?"
"Oh yes - it will settle him down for a good night's sleep, and that's nature's own medicine. I'll see you later then."
When she had gone, mom sat opposite to me and I could tell from her face that I was due for a lecture.
"Noel, honey, I don't want you teasing Paul about him having to have an enema."
"Sure mom."
As if! Maybe not now, but later I would enjoy threatening to tell his little friends that someone had stuck a tube up his bottom. Life was going to be simpler and sweeter with that sort of threat!
"And I don't want you to warn him that Mrs. Devlin will be back. There's no point in worrying him."
"Aw, okay then."
That was a pity. I could have had him in a real state, but mom would know and I would catch it from her - with Christmas so close she could really punish me by reducing the amount of money I would get. It wasn't worth it.
Paul slept for hours, then I had to take him his bowl of soup and his glass of juice. He struggled into a sitting position and I put the tray on top of a towel in case of spillage. He seemed to be real hungry - he slurped the whole bowl of soup and then drank down the juice before he wiped off his orange moustache.
I decided to risk talking about what had happened under the guise of sympathy - mom couldn't object to that.
"Jeez, Paul, that was pretty hard luck on you - getting that enema, I mean. Was it real bad?"
He giggled.
"It was at first. I didn't know what was happening - just that she was doing something to my butt. Then I nearly died of shock when that tube went in my asshole - I never knew that could do anything like that to a kid."
"Did it hurt? What was it like?"
One thing about Paul was that he didn't seem to have any shame at all - he just told things like they were. Like how some of his jerking pals had grown hair and a couple of them could make sperm - he'd even tried to produce some himself in front of me until I kicked him. He even had a record of the sizes of all of their boners - I mean, competition was one thing, but not that! I had already realized that once he reached puberty he was going to devote himself to screwing anything that would stand still long enough for him to undo his zipper. The thing that really pissed me off was that he was the kind of kid who *would* succeed with girls. I got all bashful and tongue-tied, but he never did - I had seen him several times with his tongue halfway down the throat of some twelve year old girl.
Suddenly he giggled.
"After I got over the shock, it was great!"
"Huh?"
"It gave me a stiffy, and it really turned me on."
"You're a disgusting little pervert!"
He laughed.
"Hey - which of us spends all his time with dirty books in the bathroom? You're more perverted than I am!"
I felt myself blushing because he had struck on a sensitive nerve of mine. I hadn't even kissed a girl properly, while Paul was regarded as "real cute" and girls just about got killed in their stampede towards him. He was rarely seen without a couple of girls in close attendance - he even brought them home and pointedly closed the door in my face when he took them to our room. God only knew what he got up to - but I was prepared to bet that he was vastly more experienced than me, even if he hadn't sprouted any belly hair yet.
Paul could see that his comment had struck home, and he knew that he was safe from any physical violence while he was ill - mom would really go for me if we started anything. He grinned again.
"You should really try one of those enemas. It's awesome when that water squirts up your ass. It's better than jerking off - it's even better than getting a girl to jerk you off! Not that you would know anything about that, would you?"
I wanted to kick his grinning face to a pulp. The whole damn thing had backfired on me. Had he really got a girl to jerk him off? It was ridiculous - I was nearly fifteen and I felt like I would remain a virgin forever, and this little brat was getting girls to play with his dick! I wondered if he was telling the truth about his enema - he'd caught me out that way before, like when he pretended that you could chew stinging nettles and that they tasted great - I hadn't been able to speak properly for a whole week after that.
"I don't believe you - nobody could like a tube up their ass."
He looked at me in that awful teasing way.
"Well - if you don't believe me, you can always ask Mrs. Devlin to give you one, can't you?"
I gave up. I had absolutely no intention of falling for something like that!
Mrs. Devlin did return with her enema stuff that night - mom just waved her into our room and she spent a long time in there before Paul came shooting out. He didn't have a boner this time - so he *had* been shooting a line!
I went in as soon as Mrs. Devlin left. Paul was sitting in a chair with a smirk on his face.
"So you didn't get a boner this time?"
His smirk widened and he pulled the sheets back and pointed to a small circular patch.
"Oh yes I did. I got the best boner of my life - and I made some stuff when I came - SEE!"
I looked at the wet patch and then back to him. He wasn't telling the truth, I was sure of that.
"You came? She let you jerk off while you got the enema? You're making it up."
"I didn't need to rub my dick. It just happened, all by itself. It was absolutely fantastic!"
"What did she say?"
"Nothing. I don't think she knew what happened. And guess what - she's coming back tomorrow and I'm getting another enema!"
It went on for another two days - each morning and evening Mrs. Devlin arrived with her rubber device and Paul got another enema. I finally believed him when he looked real disappointed when she told him that he didn't need any more - he actually asked her to come back because it had made him better and he didn't want to relapse. She just laughed and said that he was the cutest kid in the world. The bastard.
I have to admit I was curious. So curious that I tried an experiment when I was taking a shower - I tried to push my finger into my asshole. It wouldn't go, of course, but it did feel extremely strange, an odd sensation which made my dick tingle and come half-erect. Lubrication was obviously necessary, so I rubbed my finger on the soap and tried again - this time it slid smoothly inside of me and I began to get the idea of how Paul must have felt. Then the damn soap started to sting like hell and I had to take a shit to get rid of it.
I was feeling pretty inadequate too. I couldn't let brat keep on crowing about his conquests without at least trying my hand. I waited until Fiona was outside, washing her mom's car and casually sauntered over.
"Hi, Fiona."
"Hi, Noel."
This was the point at which my sexual adventures usually foundered. I took a deep breath.
"Want any help?"
"No. I need the money for Christmas presents - I can't afford to share with you."
"I don't want any money. I just asked if you needed any help."
She eyed me up and down and my guts did several somersaults.
"Well - okay then. She wants it waxed."
Normally I absolutely hated waxing a car, but this was different. I would have eaten the whole thing if that was what Fiona had wanted. Anyway, it was fun - we played Karate kid - you know, "Wax on, Wax off", and finally collapsed together in peals of giggles.
Mrs. Devlin appeared and eyed the gleaming vehicle.
"Well now, that's really impressive. Thank you, Noel. Come in and have something to eat."
It was like being invited to go to Heaven! I sat beside Fiona and ate coffee and cookies at the very same table! Mrs. Devlin produced her purse and pulled out some bills.
"Half each is fair."
I shook my head.
"No - we agreed that Fiona wouldn't share. It's all hers."
She snorted.
"Good lord - it must be love! About time you two made friends anyway instead of just circling like a pair of dogs."
I felt myself starting to blush - and then I saw Fiona's face going red as well. Was it possible that she was shy too? Mrs. Devlin didn't seem to notice.
"And how's that cute little brother of yours? I haven't seen him around for a couple of days."
I sighed. It just wasn't fair.
"Oh - he's gone to be cute with his friend Billy. It's real peaceful now he's away for a few days."
Fiona giggled.
"See, mom, he's not ill! You cured him right enough."
Mrs. Devlin smiled.
"It always works, you know. Your body has to fight the virus, but you can get rid of the toxins and that makes you feel better. Wait until you have children of your own, Fiona - you'll soon learn how effective an enema can be."
"I know that already - I've had enough of them. OH!"
Her hand flew to her mouth as she suddenly stared at me. Her face deepened to brick red and she suddenly started to leave the room. I felt horribly embarrassed, like I had been caught peeking at her when she was undressing - it was a piece of intimate knowledge that made me feel very uncomfortable. Mrs. Devlin got hold of her and steered her back to the table.
"Don't be silly, honey. I'm sure Noel had worked that out for himself. Hadn't you?"
In fact the idea had never crossed my mind, but I had to cover up.
"Well, of course. I mean, if you do outcall enemas for the kid next door, then you must use them at home..."
Fiona visibly relaxed. Then Mrs. Devlin really surprised me.
"You know, Noel, you're pretty cute yourself."
I felt embarrassed as she walked over to me and gave me a hug. Then she pushed me away and held me at arms length while she looked hard at me.
"You're burning up, boy. Fiona - fetch the thermometer."
Fiona returned a few moments later with a thermometer and a pot of Vaseline. Mrs. Devlin snorted.
"The OTHER thermometer, honey. Noel isn't a child."
I had no idea what she meant except that Fiona looked kinda disappointed as she fetched the "other" thermometer. Mrs. Devlin popped it in my mouth, then read it and clucked disapprovingly.
"It must be flu! Home and bed for you, young man."
I suppose the excitement of being in Fiona's company had taken my mind off myself, but now I suddenly felt really desperately ill. Mom looked up in alarm as Mrs. Devlin and Fiona half-carried me in.
"What on earth?"
"Flu. It just hit him. Let's get him into bed."
I felt a sudden surge of bile into my throat. Mrs. Devlin swung me around.
"Cancel that - bathroom, quick."
She got me there just in time and I threw up the cookies in one enormous heave. I slumped to the floor while I retched uncontrollably and sweat broke out from every pore. Finally I stopped, more from lack of energy than anything else.
"Let's get him to bed."
Fiona helped again - but only as far as the door.
"Not here, honey. Not now."
Mom and Mrs. Devlin stripped me naked and toweled me dry - I felt too wretched to worry about the fact that they were seeing things that I had assiduously concealed from female eyes. Then they dressed me in pyjama pants and tucked me into bed. Only then was Fiona allowed back in the room to mind me while they sorted out a bucket for subsequent puking and a change of bed linen.
Mom produced some Tylenol and I washed it down with some cool water - then I grabbed for the bucket as it returned with considerable force. I was laying on the bed with my head and chest over the side while I spewed my guts into the bucket. I developed a new respect for Fiona too - most girls would have run away screaming, but she held on to the bucket and supported my head - just as well, otherwise it would have just flopped down into the mess.
I didn't even realize that Mrs. Devlin had left until she came back into the room. I barely registered the fact that she had folded back the sheets until I suddenly felt my pants being pulled down and something cold and greasy pushing against my asshole. Then it suddenly slid right inside me and I somehow managed to raise my head and turn it far enough to see Mrs. Devlin stripping off a thin rubber glove.
"What... what on earth..."
"Something to calm your nausea, Noel. You'll soon feel better."
Whatever was in the thing worked real fast. My mouth dried up and the heaving stopped, but not the pain - it felt like someone had beaten my stomach with iron bars. It was pretty humiliating to have had it when Fiona was there, but not ultimately so - she had been at my head and she couldn't have actually seen anything.
Mrs. Devlin produced some strange stuff to drink - it was sweet and salty at the same time - and said that I had to keep sipping it to replace the fluid that I had lost. Fiona insisted on staying with me, although I had to admit this wasn't my ideal scenario for the first girl in my room.
I was just starting to relax when an appalling pain knifed through my guts and the contents of my bowels changed to hot acid. I struggled to my feet, clenching my asshole shut before I disgraced myself.
"I need to get to the bathroom before I shit my pants."
Fiona supported me and rushed me to the toilet. It didn't matter that she was a girl, it wouldn't have mattered if she had been the President - I frantically pushed my pants down and then released a jet of searing, stinking liquid.
Mom and Mrs. Devlin arrived at a run. Mrs. Devlin took one look at me - I had no PJ top on and the only part of my body shielded from view was my ankles.
"Fiona - leave us."
Fiona sighed.
"I can't see any more, you know. You don't have to send me away."
"That's beside the point - off you go."
Oh Jeez. Did I suffer. It felt like my intestines were trying to escape via my asshole - I kept pushing even when there was nothing to push. I just gave up - I let them wash my ass like I was a baby and apply some soothing ointment. Then, stable for the time being, mom discarded my PJ pants - to my mortification I had soiled them a bit - and produced a clean pair of shorts for me to wear.
Back in bed, I could only moan feebly. Fiona fetched an ice-bag and applied it to my face - it was wonderfully soothing. Then she laughed.
"Well - you certainly won't need an enema, will you? That was real spectacular!"
I managed a grin.
"Put the bag on my stomach... oh god, that's wonderful..."
Mrs. Devlin amended her diagnosis. It was gastric flu - and it would soon pass. She dosed me up with some white medicine, then turned to Fiona.
"Come on, honey. Let Noel get some sleep."
"I'm staying to look after him. He can't just be on his own."
Our mothers exchanged glances, then mom nodded.
"All right, if that's what you want. Call me if there's a problem."
I slept like a log, exhausted by my activities. Mom woke me in the morning with a gentle shake.
"How do you feel, honey?"
I flex myself experimentally.
"Better. Sore, but better. I'm okay."
Mom chuckled.
"I'll fetch you some dry toast and juice. Plus some for the nurse when she wakes up."
I followed her gaze - Fiona was sleeping soundly on Paul's bed, fully clothed and looking real young. I sighed silently - but at least I could now say I had slept with a girl. Really slept.
Mrs. Devlin was right - my system had purged itself and left me weak but recovering fast. Fiona stirred, looked puzzled and then realized where she was.
"Oh - you're okay then?"
"Sort of. Sore though."
"Where?"
I dodged that one!
"Everywhere."
Fiona ate heartily, then disappeared for a while. When she returned, she was obviously fresh from the shower - crisply clean and smelling like heaven.
"Mom says I have to take your temperature."
I accepted the thermometer and put it in my mouth - Fiona read it and smiled.
"Normal! That's wonderful."
I suddenly remembered the "other" thermometer.
"Hey - what was that all about yesterday? When you brought the wrong thermometer?"
She was cute when she giggled and her nose screwed up in the most enchanting way.
"I brought the baby thermometer."
"Babies have a different sort?"
Her eyes danced and I felt a surge of... could it be love?
"It's the same sort of thing, except it doesn't go in your mouth!"
I was no wiser.
"So where does it go, then?" Fiona stood up with the thermometer in her hand. Then she bent forward with her back arched upwards and her butt sticking out. Finally she stabbed the thermometer towards the seat of her slacks.
"There!"
"They get it taken in their bottoms? Why?"
She laughed.
"Because they're babies, silly. If you put it in their mouth they would try to eat it."
"And you brought that thermometer? Why?"
She sat on Paul's bed and laughed.
"Why do you think?"
I didn't know *what* to think! The obvious reason - that she wanted her mother to pull my pants down and take my temperature - was just too improbable. Boys were obsessed with glimpses of female flesh, the more the better, and there were zillions of nudie magazines featuring women, but none of men.
"Er... is it more accurate?"
This time she laughed until she almost cried.
"Oh, Noel, you are SO cute sometimes!"
And then she kissed me. Only on the cheek, but it was a kiss to die for.
Christmas was looming now, and brat had returned, disappointed that he had missed the sight of me spewing my guts up. My most urgent task was to buy a present for Naomi and I consulted mom, the oracle.
"Mom? What sort of thing do you think I should get for Naomi's Christmas?"
Mom had that little crinkle in the corners of her mouth that said she was amused.
"What do *you* reckon, honey?"
I knew what I wanted to buy her. Frilly, fancy underwear, brief and exciting. I couldn't quite say it straight out, though.
"Something to wear?"
Mom's smile broadened and I just knew that she knew what I was thinking.
"I don't think so, honey. You can't win, believe me. If it's too big, it means you think she's fat, too small and you must reckon she's scrawny, too plain and she'll wonder if you think she's a frump... and too sexy and she might think you're making a pass."
I blinked. Had mom really said "sexy"? But she was right, of course.
"So what should I get?"
"Well - perfume is always acceptable. Something young and fresh for a girl of her age."
I felt a rising sense of panic.
"Will you help me choose it?"
"No way! If you want to give a personal gift then it has to be from you - you have to make the effort yourself."
It was sheer agony. I soon discovered that I wasn't the only guy with a problem - the mall was full of sheepish looking boys all trying to be nonchalant when confronted with frills and smells. I eventually screwed up enough courage to ask a sales lady what she recommended - and then it was real easy.
Until I got home. Paul wrinkled his nose and sniffed me - I realized that the smell of perfume was still clinging to me.
"Yuck. You smell like a fag."
"PAUL! Go to your room."
Well - a minor triumph at least as he stomped off with mom glaring after him.
Christmas morning dawned early, for us kids at least. We hauled mom out of bed and started to unwrap our presents - I felt nearer five that fifteen! Mom hugged us both and wished us Merry Christmas - and happy birthday to me as well.
Okay. It was a bike. Wrapped up in miles of fancy paper. I started to tear it off, suddenly realizing that maybe I was too old for something like a new bike - my old one was really okay, after all. But it was heavy and bulky.
NO! It couldn't be? Could it? Oh god - it was - it had an engine. I frantically tore the rest of the wrappings away - it was a motorized cycle rather than a motorcycle, but to me it was better than any Harley Davison. I could hardly speak.
"Mom? For me?"
"Of course it's for you. And these, of course."
Two identical cubes.
"TWO helmets?"
She just smiled. Paul burst in.
"It's not FAIR! He's got loads more than me!"
Mom glowered at him.
"Paul - if you spoil Christmas with one of your sulks, I promise you that your butt will still be sore at Easter. And I'll burn all of your presents - that's another promise!"
That did it. He subsided. Mom hadn't spanked me since I was a little kid, but Paul had had a couple of painful sessions over the past two years - one when he stayed out until four in the morning and the other when he stole some money from mom's purse. He knew she wasn't kidding.
The awkward silence was defused when the door flew open and Fiona entered in a robe over her pyjamas.
"I saw the lights on. Merry Christmas everybody. Happy Birthday, Noel."
She thrust a gift-wrapped package into my hands, then she kissed me. On the lips! In front of mom and Paul! I felt embarrassed and proud at the same time as I unwrapped her gift and discovered... after shave? I was about to tell her that I hadn't started shaving yet when I realized for the first time that the stuff was actually perfume for boys - except you couldn't *call* it perfume. I hunted for her present and she opened it quickly.
"Perfume! My favorite kind! How did you know?"
"Er... Just lucky, I guess..."
"And what's this? You got a motor bike? Will you take me for a ride on it?"
Mom intervened.
"Not until you're dressed, Fiona. Noel needs to practice too."
"I don't - Jim has got one just the same and he let me ride it. It's easy. OH! - you knew. Didn't you?"
Mom grinned and nodded.
"Us mothers have our own spy network. We know EVERYTHING."
I shuddered.
"I hope not!"
She just grinned again. That left me wondering - which was probably what she intended anyway.
What a day! The best day of my entire life. Freedom, food and Fiona. Absolute magic. Even Paul came round when he discovered that he hadn't been totally ignored.
To my intense disappointment, Fiona wasn't around the following day - she went to some sort of hen party with girls that she knew so that they could all compare presents and be bitchy. Girls are strange creatures. Actually, I wasn't on top form either after the excesses of Christmas food.
Mrs. Devlin wanted some help in the house, so I volunteered. She sat me down in the kitchen and gave me a hard look.
"Noel - you look a little out of sorts."
I nodded.
"Yes - all that food."
"I suspect you haven't moved your bowels since you were sick. Am I right?"
I suddenly realized that she was correct and nodded again.
"Come along then."
She whisked me into their guest bedroom. Everything was ready - a full enema bag, the bed covered with towels, a large pot of grease already opened.
"I know how sensitive boys of your age can be, so I thought that we should just keep this between us - then that little brother of yours won't tease you about it."
I felt a deep sense of shock as I contemplated the imminent possibility of being given an enema. I must say that I had altered the memory of Paul with the tube in his ass to be Fiona in a similar position, a fantasy that I had found to be very effective. But me? I'd never thought of that - and it kinda scared me. Not so much that it would hurt because I knew it didn't.
It was more the fact that I would be defenseless while someone had access to that really intimate area. I would lose control - they would have power over me and that was a difficult thing for a guy to accept.
"Do I *have* to have an enema?"
Mrs. Devlin shook her head.
"Not if you don't want one. Mind you, this problem won't go away - you'll almost certainly have to have an enema or later."
I thought fast. She was right - if I took the enema now, it would be private, if I waited, then everybody would know about it.
"Okay. I'll have the enema."
"Well done - I know that wasn't an easy decision. We'll need those pants off now."
It would have been fine, except that my nose suddenly caught a hint of Fiona's perfume and I saw that the bed had been disturbed already - the towels were slightly indented like someone had already been lying there. My eyes swiveled round the room and I saw folded pyjamas draped over the back of a chair. Fiona's pyjamas - the ones she had worn the previous day when she rushed into greet us.
The result was immediate and disastrous. My dick shot to attention as an image of a curled up girl lying there with a length of tubing planted in her ass. My hands were ready to unfasten my pants - I froze in horror. Paul might not object to showing his boner to the universe, but I didn't share his casual exhibitionism.
"Er... I've changed my mind. Thanks for the offer, but I'll just take a rain check."
She stepped over to me and put her hands on my shoulders.
"I can see what the problem is, Noel."
Oh god - she was looking at the front of my pants. I prayed to god that he should take me there and then to spare me this awful humiliation.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Huh - she wouldn't say that if she could see inside my head where Fiona was still getting her enema!
"It happens all of the time with young men of your age. I'm quite used to it."
Who cared? *She* was used to it, but *I* wasn't - and that was what mattered to me.
"So let's just get on with your enema, shall we."
Her hands were busy with my trousers. I felt myself go red all over as she undid my zipper and pulled down my jeans and underwear, allowing my erection to burst free in all its glory.
"Oh NO! I'm ashamed..."
"Nothing to be ashamed of. Looks like a perfectly normal specimen to me. Now just lie down for your enema, eh?"
I did not resist as she gently positioned me on the bed - the whole thing was almost like a dream. She kept on talking and I could hear the sounds of things happening - I didn't dare look.
"Here we are. Just a little piece of soft tubing..."
Then it slid smoothly into my asshole. My first reaction was that Paul had been right when he said that it turned him on. The sensation was indescribable, a sort of distilled essence of every sort of sensual contact - squared. I felt my body twitching with the sheer intensity of the stimulation - it was incomprehensible just how much it was affecting me.
"It's all right, honey - you're just a bit hypersensitive in that area. Don't worry about it."
I wasn't worrying about that. More about whether my heart would stand the strain and if "Enema" was acceptable on a death certificate.
"Just take deep breaths, Noel. That will help to calm you down."
I slowly began to recover and my heart rate slowed to a sub-lethal level. I didn't realize at first that she had started to run the liquid into me, then I felt a slow, infinitely satisfying warmth starting to spread itself inside of me.
It caught me by surprise. I could feel the pressure of liquid slowly building, then suddenly it all seemed to gather in a small knot of intense sensation. Then it exploded slowly outwards and I suddenly felt the familiar contractions as I ejaculated in a prolonged and incredibly powerful orgasm that left me gasping and shuddering in a pool of my own juices. I panicked.
"I'm sorry. I'm real sorry. I didn't mean..."
Her hand was calming on my body.
"It's all right, Noel. Just something that happens now and again. Nothing to be sorry about."
"Paul said..."
I trailed off in confusion. Maybe he had been right and she hadn't noticed.
"Oh - he told you, did he? Maybe hypersensitivity runs in the family."
Her attitude was just matter-of-fact and that was the most comforting thing of all. She finished up the enema and then indicated the bathroom.
"That should do the trick. I'll see you when you've finished and cleaned yourself up. A nice cup of coffee is indicated, I think."
Paul was right about another thing. That enema not only relieved my constipation, it gave me a sense of well-being that I had not experienced for quite a while.
I joined Mrs. Devin for coffee and we chatted for a while - it was strange, but I didn't feel at all bashful in her company. She was just pouring a second cup when Fiona returned, her face like thunder.
"What's wrong?"
"Those stupid girls - they had a fight over nothing at all, as though it mattered whose presents cost the most. I just told them they were a bunch of silly little children and came home. And here I am. Hello Noel."
I just sat there, stunned. Thank heaven she hadn't returned earlier. Then I just had to laugh - instead of worrying about my girl friend's mother catching me with her daughter, the situation was reversed.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh - nothing..."
She looked doubtful, then shrugged.
"Okay - I'm going to change, then we can talk."
I knew it had all gone wrong when she returned, her face red and her eyes flashing.
"You had an enema?"
I nodded sheepishly.
Fiona turned on her mother, still blazing mad.
"Why did you wait until I was out of the way?"
Mrs. Devlin was clearly taken aback.
"Honey, it was nothing to do with you. It was just between Noel and me, after all."
This was a new Fiona. You could almost see her claws sliding out of their sheaths.
"He's *my* boyfriend."
She stopped there, but she didn't need to say the rest. It was like they were fighting over me - and I was right in the middle. Then, to my surprise, Mrs. Devlin backed down.
"Maybe you're right, honey. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way it is. Now Noel is going to take me for a ride on his motor bike."
I thought that I was going to get into trouble - but I was wrong. As soon as we were away from the house, Fiona faced me.
"Let's get this clear. If you need an enema in future, I'll do it, not my mother."
I took a grip on the world which seemed to have moved abruptly sideways.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes please?"
"Try again."
"Yes... honey?"
She smiled.
"That will do - for now...."
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