Originally posted 2014, updated 2017 for mobile devices.

Part I

I dragged my luggage to the rental counter and picked up the keys to a Chrysler 200. Following the directions Aunt Dora provided I headed toward the outskirts of town and found myself in a cluster of buildings, each housing a half-dozen townhouse apartments. Scanning the doors I found the one marked 12-B. After parking in the driveway I headed up the walk and rang the bell.

Mae answered it. We regarded each other for a long moment. My cousin Mae was a solidly built woman, about five foot eight. She always had been on the chunky side, with a round face, apple cheeks, intense blue eyes and a hint of a double chin. Her reddish-brown hair was cut in a short bob and she had patches of freckles on either side of her pert, upturned nose. She was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and a hoodie sweatshirt over a pink tee. "Jon," she finally said.

"Hello, Mae. It's been a long time."

"Ten years," she replied, nervously. "I'm surprised you came."

"Didn't Aunt Dora tell you I was coming?"

"She did. I told her I'd believe it when I saw you."

"Well..." I pinched and tugged at my cheek. "Here I am, in the flesh. You look good, Mae. Have you lost weight?"

"Some," she replied icily.

"May I come in?"

She opened the door and I stepped inside to an empty apartment. I looked around. Some cardboard cartons were stacked near the archway leading to the kitchen. "Don't you have any furniture?"

"It's in there." She pointed to a storage pod sitting across from the unit in a parking stall. "When I told my landlord I was leaving, he filed a lien on it and impounded it. It's to make sure I pay what I owe."

"How much do you owe?"

She looked at the ceiling and bit her lip. "With the back rent, the cost of the lien... About five thousand." Mae looked me in the eye, hers brimming. "Don't lecture me, Jon."

"Aunt Dora said you were in trouble..."

"The bank I worked for was bought by Allied. They determined my department was redundant. After six loyal years, I was out on my ass. Do you have any idea what that does to your sense of worth?"

I shook my head. "Luckily, I don't."

"Easy for you to say ... successful investment banker."

"I'm an investment analyst," I replied. "You've looked for work?"

"Of course. There's nothing in this town. My severance ran out, my savings are gone ... my credit cards maxed out. I spent ten months looking and came up empty. That's why Aunt Dora suggested..."

"You give my town a try. Well ... I do know that Kyle always is looking for talent. I can't make any promises. At least it's not a one-horse town like this one. I was going to rent a U-Haul and was trying to get a fix on how big of one we'll need."

"There are some boxes upstairs and these here ... and, what's in the pod."

"Okay. That gives me an idea. Do you have a car?"

She nodded. Yes ... but..."

"But, what?"

"It's not very reliable. It's okay as an around-town car but I wouldn't take it on a cross-country trip."

"Then, we'll need a towing rig," I said. "Maybe in the morning I can make arrangements for a cashier's check to get your furniture out of hock. Where do you sleep?"

"I have a sleeping bag."

"I was going to get a motel room. Maybe you'd like to bunk with me tonight."

"It's better than sleeping on the floor."

The next day was a busy one. After a trip to the bank I had a cashier's check; then we rented a truck and tow dolly. I drove the truck to Mae's town house. She met with her landlord, who unlocked the storage pod.

Finally we had her furniture, lamps, boxes and luggage in the back of the truck. After returning the rental car the last order of business was loading and firmly strapping down her car onto the tow dolly.

We drove the U-Haul to the motel and I crashed on one of the beds. Mae stepped from the bathroom in a knit sleep tee and folded down the covers on the other bed in the room.

I lay on my back, looking up in the darkened room. My thoughts wandered, back to when Mae and I were kids. She was the same age as I ... although, she was two years behind me in school. We grew up in the same house. My parents were killed in a plane crash when I was an infant -- I never knew them. Aunt Dora was my father's aunt -- his mother's spinster sister -- and she took me in. Mae's mother was my father's sister. When I was five, Aunt Dora took Mae in, too.

"Thanks again for helping me out," I heard Mae say in the darkness. "I will pay you back, Jon. I promise."

"Right..." I pondered for a moment. "Mae -- is there anybody else you owe money to?"

"No... Well..."

"You said you maxed out your credit cards."

"Yeah..."

"Are any of those overdue?" Silence. I drew in a breath. "Mae?"

"Yes, I'm late on them."

"How late? Sixty days?"

"Yeah..."

"Ninety days?"

"No. One of them will be in a week or so."

"What's your outstanding balance?" More silence. "Mae?"

She drew in an exasperated sigh. "Altogether ... twenty thousand." I let out a low whistle. "Jon -- I don't expect you to help me out. I got into this jam. I'll get out of it."

"Right... Try to get some sleep. It's about a twelve-hour drive."

Sleep was evading me. I couldn't help think about Mae's situation. I remember the merger between Allied and Lowes and Harding -- the bank Mae had worked for. It was the last, large, local bank in this town. I remember going over the L&H balance sheets and looking at their stock price. The place was ripe for a picking, I thought, and recommended our traders start buying shares ... discretely. A few months later the tender offer came and our L&H shares converted to Allied. Part of my bonus last year was based on that call.

Now, I was seeing the collateral damage that merger caused. Mae, and others, were out of work. It was a buyer's job market. This was putting a human face on it...

"Mae," I said, hoping she still was awake.

"What, Jon?"

"Any of those credit cards been referred to collections departments?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you been getting calls?"

"A few ... before the phone was disconnected."

I winced. "Your cell still works..."

"It's my lifeline," she replied.

"Any legal action?"

"No. Not so far."

"That's good at least."

"Jon -- talking about this is making it hard for me to get to sleep."

"Okay ... sorry."

"I know it's my fault..."

"It's not your fault that you were laid off."

"But I should've looked harder. I should've taken any job -- Walmart greeter, burger flipper ... anything to pay the bills. I just didn't want to ... after being a professional..."

"I understand. I'm not blaming you, Mae. What's done is done and it's time to move on. Try to relax and get some sleep."

"All right. Good night, Jon."

"Good night, Mae."

Driving the U-Haul while towing Mae's car was more daunting than I had bargained for. Backing up was out of the question and I had to remind myself in making turns that the truck was now a whole car-length longer.

We decided to break the twelve-hour drive into three, four-hour shifts. I would take the first and third. With Mae in the passenger seat we headed toward the interstate.

"Mae," I said while accelerating onto the boulevard leading out of town.

"What?"

"We've gotta fix this credit card business. Do you have current statements?"

"Yeah... They're in the box with stuff from my desk."

"When we get home, first thing is to dig them out so we can deal with them."

"Deal with them, how?" she asked.

"I'll sell some assets..."

"Please, Jon -- you don't need to go into hock on my account."

"Some assets out of my portfolio," I replied. "Next rest stop, I'll call my broker. As soon as we get home, we'll cut checks and overnight the payments."

"Jon... Really... I got into this all by myself."

"You do know that employers are doing more due diligence with new hires these days. They do background checks ... and credit history is part of that. Thirty days late is no big deal. Sixty ... that's bad enough. Ninety starts to look really shady."

"I never thought of it that way."

"We need to head this off at the pass, Mae. I consider this a loan. You'll still owe the money, except you'll owe it to me, now. What are those gougers charging you in interest? Thirty percent?"

"About ... maybe more."

"I'll charge you a tenth of that. We'll work out a payment schedule you can live with ... and, stick to. Got it?"

"Yes, Jon..."

"Until it's paid off -- no credit cards. You can get a bank account with a debit card, but stay away from those gougers. Understand?"

"Yes, Jon..."

I heard her sniffling, turned and saw her brushing tears from her face. "You're going way beyond the call of duty."

"Blood's thicker than water," I replied. I figured, fronting her some money might assuage my feelings of guilt a bit. "Also -- I've got plenty of room since the divorce. You can stay at my place 'til you're on your feet and ready to find one of your own."

"Thanks, Jon. I'll try not to get underfoot."

I pulled onto the on-ramp, merged into the right-hand lane and brought the rig up to cruising speed. Mae was staring at me. I could feel it. "Something wrong?"

"Jon -- why are you doing this?"

"Because... Aunt Dora called and said you needed help. I'm helping."

"Are you doing this for her or for me?"

"I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do," I replied. "You're family. You're my cousin ... almost like a sister."

"With almost the operative word... What happened, Jon? We were such good friends as kids. Then ... when you went into Junior High is when we ... stopped getting along. I couldn't understand why you started picking on me ... teasing me about my weight ... my interests ... my friends."

She was right. About the time Mae started to bloom and I was entering puberty we were at each others throats -- all the time, it seemed.

"You teased me about being behind in school," she said. "You knew it wasn't my fault."

"Yes, Aunt Dora told me the whole story ... about your mother and abusive father ... the separation, the restraining order ... how he slit her throat and kidnapped you. I know none of that was anything over which you had any control. I'm impressed you put it all behind you and succeeded as you did."

"Then, why? Why were you so mean to me?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I truly don't and I do regret it. Maybe teenage hormones raging had something to do with it."

"Why did you stay away?" she asked. "You went away to college and never came home. Your room is the way you left it." I rubbed my forehead. "Is it because of me? You hated me -- didn't you?"

I sighed. "No, Mae. I never hated you."

"Was it something I did?"

"No ... nothing you did. It's ... complicated. I guess I'm a work-o-holic. I finished college in 3 years ... did internships over the summers. I got my CFA. It's important work I do ... I can't be taking time off."

"Not even to visit on Thanksgiving or Christmas? Aunt Dora would love to see you, Jon. She's not getting any younger. She'll be eighty-nine in October."

"I'm not so sure she would've gotten along with Michelle."

"You never gave us a chance. Now, Michelle is out of the picture."

"You know how difficult it is to arrange travel into that town."

"That's an excuse. It's not a reason."

Mae was right. It wasn't a reason. At first, working my way up in a demanding organization didn't leave me free time. My relationships suffered. Eventually it just became easier to bury myself in my work. That was what ended my marriage with Michelle.

The road noise and the rhythm of the pavement was having a lulling effect on Mae. She leaned her head against the window and dozed as the miles whizzed by.

The sun was setting when we reached the house. I unhooked the tow dolly and we parked the truck and Mae's car in the drive. "I'll call for pizza delivery," I said. "Then we can turn in. We can unload the truck in the morning."

"I want to get my overnight case," she said. "It's in the trunk of my car."

I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. "Nice place," she said.

"Yeah... I had to buy out Michelle's interest in it in order to keep it."

"It's only money," she replied, tartly, "and, you've got plenty of it."

I ordered dinner and while we awaited its delivery I showed her around. "The master suite is over here... You're welcome to move into it." She followed me into the empty master bedroom. "The one thing Michelle demanded was the bedroom furniture. I was happy to let her take it -- I never cared for it."

"I see... It's quite roomy."

"There's an attached bath over there ... plenty of closet space. We can set your bed up in here."

"Where do you sleep?" she asked.

"There's a guest room upstairs. I have a bed set up in there. It more than satisfies my needs. There's another room upstairs I use as an office, plus the main bath."

"Then we shouldn't be under each other's feet," she remarked.

"I'm too beat to unpack the truck and I'll need my tools to put your bed together. We'll deal with that tomorrow. Tonight, you can sleep on the sofa. It's actually quite comfortable. I should know -- I spent plenty a night on it."

"Okay... I prefer sleeping in my own bed, but I'll be fine for one night. It beats a sleeping bag on the floor."

We were both tired and hungry and we polished the pizza in no time. Mae headed into the bathroom to ready herself for bed while I took the back cushions off the sofa and spread out a comforter. From a closet I retrieved a pillow.

She emerged from the bathroom in her cotton sleep tee. The hem cut across the upper third of her thighs. Mae's legs were heavy but taut and shapely, with nicely formed calves and cherub-faced knees. Her nightshirt's bodice hugged her full bosom and I realized that she had lost perhaps twenty pounds since I had last seen her, all those years ago.

She reclined on the sofa and pulled the comforter around her shoulders. "This is quite comfy," she remarked. "I'm so exhausted I won't have any trouble sleeping."

"I'm going to turn in... Mae -- do you have a resume?"

"Of course I have a resume. I don't have a copy with me -- it's on my laptop."

"Will you let me look at it? Maybe I can suggest some ... fine-tuning so it'll appeal to Kyle."

"Fine. My laptop's in the truck."

"It doesn't have to be tonight. Good night, Mae."

"Jon ... wait."

"What?"

"I'm really happy we're back together. Aunt Dora's happy, too."

"So am I."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really, Mae. Good night."

"Good night."

The next day we started unpacking the truck. The boxes we stacked wherever they'd fit. Mae had a small sofa -- loveseat sized, a dresser and a queen-sized four-poster bed with curtain rails. These all fit into the master bedroom. She also had a small kitchen table and four chairs, a side chair and some bookshelves. These we stashed in the garage for the time being. I figured we'd probably need to rent a storage unit. I returned the truck and tow dolly to the local U-Haul outlet.

I sat at my desk in my study working on a document. "Mae," I called and heard her climbing the stairs. She poked her head in and I gestured her to my desk. "I figure with your back rent, closing out that lien and paying off your credit card balances, I'm fronting you just a bit north of thirty grand." I turned my laptop toward her. "I can't charge you interest less than the prime rate, which is pretty low right at the moment. These figures are based on three and a half percent. This shows how many years and what a monthly payment would be. If you tried to pay me back in five years, you'd owe me about six hundred a month."

"Six hundred!"

"Can you afford that?"

"It depends on what kind of a job I can get, doesn't it?"

"If we stretch it out the payments go down, but there are more of them and you actually owe me more. For example, if we stretch it to ten years, your payments drop to around three-fifty, but you're paying me more than double the interest."

Mae chewed her lip and her eyes brimmed. "Jon -- why are you being such a hard-ass about this? Maybe Aunt Dora is right -- you do care more for your job and money than your family."

"Did Aunt Dora really say that?"

"No... I did."

"Mae -- I'm not being a hard-ass. The IRS is the hard-ass. This is too big a sum to be considered a gift or an IOU. If the IRS got wind of it, you'd need to treat it as income and owe taxes on it. By making it a formal loan, we have documentation to the contrary. That's why I have to charge you at least the prime rate that's in effect when the loan is made. In fact, I become liable for taxes on the interest I collect from you. I'm looking out for your interests, Mae."

"Oh, God, Jon -- I'm sorry. You're right -- you're the finance expert. You know these sorts of things and I don't. After all, it is your money and you deserve to get something back for y our trouble."

"Let's do this... I'll write up a demand note. We'll figure a ten year life and if you can do better, we'll true it up at the end. Okay?"

"Whatever satisfies the legal aspects... Do whatever makes sense, Jon."

"Will do. You do realize you'll need to keep current on the payments. It's part of making this a legitimate loan."

Mae swallowed hard and nodded. "Understood. You can trust me, Jon."

"Good." I typed the terms into the document and printed it. Then, I showed her three Express Mail envelopes -- to Visa, MasterCard and Discover. "Let's go over to the bank and get this notarized. We can drop these off at the post office on the way. That'll be a relief -- won't it?"

She nodded. "Yes ... a relief."

"Then we can both think about more pleasant things than money."

She followed me to my car and we headed toward downtown. Once home, Mae dug out her laptop and copied her resume to a thumb drive. While she unpacked boxes and moved in I started reviewing it. I headed downstairs carrying a tablet. She approached me wearing her nightshirt. "Well?"

I turned the tablet so she could see her resume on the screen. "I think it reads well. I made some cosmetic changes to give it some eye appeal." I looked up into her round face. "I've filled Kyle in on your experience and situation. My firm has a policy against nepotism. I'm not sure if cousins fall under it; however, there's no reason to mention that you and I are related."

"We have different last names," she remarked.

"Yeah. I haven't told Kyle you're my cousin so let's keep that quiet. If he asks how we know each other, just tell him we knew each other as kids."

"Right."

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"A little."

"You'll do fine."

Mae approached me wearing a gray skirt, matching jacket and a white blouse. "Do I look okay?" she asked.

I scanned her up and down. "That suit looks good on you," I said. "Very professional."

"It's my only suit."

"If this works out and you get an offer -- we can go wardrobe shopping."

"Jon -- you've done so much already..."

"How do you expect to pay off that note you signed if you don't have a job to hold down? What if that job requires a wardrobe?"

"Yeah... You're right."

"I look at this as an investment."

"You're ever the prudent investor," she remarked. She smiled and wrinkled her nose to make sure I understood her remark was well-intended.

I regarded her legs and feet. She was wearing black, low-heeled shoes. "Do you have any stockings or hose to wear?"

"None without runs in them," she replied. "I thought it would be better to go without."

"Kirk likes to see ladies in skirts and stockings. When's your interview?"

"Eleven. I was going to just hang around your office until then."

"Hubbard's department store is within waking distance and they open at ten. Maybe you could go over there and obtain something."

"Okay... How does my hair look? My makeup?"

Part II

I pulled into my driveway. Mae stepped from the passenger side and I unlocked the front door. "Kyle called while you must've been speaking with some others on his team," I said to her. "He's really amped up over you. He said it's not often he finds a candidate who knows both systems and the banking industry."

"I thought today went well," she replied. "He gave me a copy of the employee handbook. I was looking at the dress code. Going over to Hubbard's for a pair of pantyhose was the right idea."

"You look sharp in that suit. You look sharp and professional with those gray stockings."

"You're right -- I will need to go shopping for a wardrobe. The dress code says skirts or slacks, dress shoes ... no bare legs and no peeky-toe shoes... It'll be an adjustment for me. I was accustomed to coming to work in jeans and flip-flops."

"Kirk's firm is in another league."

"Also -- thanks for dinner."

"I'm not much of a hand in the kitchen," I said.

"I know how to cook. Maybe I can take on those chores. Well -- I'm going to get ready for bed."

"I have some work to do."

I went into in my study to look over bond prospectuses. An email from Kyle arrived. I opened it and scanned the contents. "Mae?" I called but didn't hear an answer. Pounding down the stairs and stepping into the living room I saw the master bedroom door closed.

"Mae," I said, opening the door and stepping in. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Mae was nude, save for her bra. Her briefs were pulled down and around one ankle. She was lying on her left side, partway onto her stomach with her left leg straight and her right one bent. Hanging from a cord tied to one of the rails of the four-poster bed was a bulging, red enema bag, its hose leading to her bottom. "Oh, God," I said. "I'm so sorry..." I backed out of the room, closed the door and sat on the sofa. It was too late -- I couldn't un-see what I had seen, and the image of Mae's full but shapely legs and her smooth, round ass with the enema hose plugged into her had been seared into my hypothalamus.

I recalled an incident from years ago. It was the summer after I graduated high school and it was similarly seared into my brain. I recall it today as if it happened yesterday.

Our Aunt Dora was a retired registered nurse. She was from the Old School and she believed the bulk of everyday ailments had their root cause in the belly, specifically the large intestine. She also believed the cure for what ails you is a good, old-fashioned, large-volume enema.

Dora put these beliefs into practice. Both Mae and I received enemas if we had stomach-aches, overall sluggishness, or if she believed our potty habits had become lax. If we had fevers, Dora used enemas to cool us down. They were her go-to cure.

On this particular, warm, summer day, Mae had not been feeling well. I don't recall her exact ailment, but she had been lazing around the house all day in the same sort of sleep tee that she wore to bed to this day. I overheard Dora telling Mae that once she was finished in the kitchen she'd prepare an enema. I put my plan in motion.

I asked Dora if I could borrow the car to go into town to the hardware and get some O-rings. She gave me the keys and I drove out the driveway and turned down the country lane where the old farm was situated. Then, I parked behind the barn and returned to the house on foot. I was able to sneak in the front door and up the stairs to my room.

Mae's room was across the hall from mine. I knew if I hid under my desk and with the help of a toy periscope I would get a good view of the goings-on in there. I sat and waited.

After about twenty minutes I heard Mae complaining to Dora that she did not need an enema and Dora replying that she did, indeed need one and was going to get one so stop complaining and go to your room.

Mae sat on the foot of her bed. Dora climbed the stairs carrying the old red bag, bulging with a full two-quart load of hot water. On the end of the hose was a black, hard-rubber enema pipe. Dora also carried a towel over her arm and a jar of Vaseline.

She handed the towel to Mae. Both of us knew the drill by heart at this point. Mae spread the towel on her bed. She reached under the hem of her nightshirt and slid her briefs down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then, she lay on the towel, turned to her left side and drew up her knees.

I'm sure if either of them knew I was hiding and spying Dora would've closed the bedroom door. As it was a warm day, we had the windows open for cross-ventilation. From my vantage I had an excellent view of Mae's full, round buttocks and the backs of her heavy thighs.

Dora began smearing Vaseline onto the enema tip. She folded back the hem of Mae's nightshirt and then spread her buttocks, exposing the pinkish-tan pucker of her anus surrounded with an oval of more darkly pigmented skin. In one smooth motion Dora slid the nozzle into Mae's rectum, up to the hilt.

Dora held up the bag and snapped open the clamp. "If you have a cramp," Dora said to Mae, "take long, deep breaths." She grasped hose right behind the nozzle and held it in place so it wouldn't slip out of Mae's bottom.

Our aunt kept her eye on the bag as it deflated. She closed the clamp and instructed Mae to roll over. Mae rolled flat onto her belly and Dora snapped open the clamp again. By now I had a raging hard-on, and a wet one. My juices were bubbling up, soaking my briefs. I regarded Mae's bottom and her smooth calves.

Dora closed the clamp again and Mae rolled onto her right side, her knees again drawn up. Again Dora opened the clamp and held the nozzle in place. "Too full," Mae complained.

"Pant like a dog," Dora replied. "It'll help. You're almost done, anyway."

Mae opened her mouth and panted short, light breaths. Dora closed the clamp and removed the nozzle. She instructed Mae to lie on her back. Dora palpitated Mae's abdomen and nodded with satisfaction. "You need to hold that for ten minutes," she said and looked at the watch on her wrist.

I could see looks of distress on Mae's face. She bit her lip and grimaced. Having been through this myself more times than I could count, I knew what she was enduring. Dora had filled Mae's colon from one end to the other with two quarts of very warm water. The resulting distention was stimulating waves of peristalsis in her bowel, pushing its contents toward her rectum and giving her increasingly intense and irresistible urges to expel.

Mae drew in a breath, clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. I knew she was holding back the enema with all the strength the muscles in her bottom could muster. Then she relaxed and panted. "Aunt Dora," she whimpered, "I can't hold it any longer!"

"Roll onto your right side," Dora commanded and Mae obeyed. Dora picked up a washcloth and folded it over several times. She pressed it against Mae's anus and squeezed together her buttocks. Mae moaned and grunted. "Just couple of minutes more," Dora said. "You're doing very well, dear..."

Dora glanced at her watch. "Okay -- you can go sit on the toilet now."

Mae swung her feet to the floor, holding her hands against her belly. She normally had a bit of a spare tire there, but with a two-quart enema inside her, she looked three months pregnant. Mae ran down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear her fling open the lid to the toilet and the splash as she expelled the enema in a long, strong gush.

Dora carried the empty enema bag downstairs, leaving Mae to her devices. With Mae in the bathroom and Dora in the kitchen I felt it was safe to sneak back down and out the front door. I dashed to the barn and went into a stall. There I unzipped, whipped it out and gave it a few strokes to relieve the tension that had built in my loins from watching the afternoon's events unfold. Then I drove back around to the house, parked the car and handed Aunt Dora the keys.

"Did you get what you needed?" she asked.

"Naw -- they didn't have the right size."

"Well... That was a wasted trip..."

So, here I was, sitting on my sofa and waiting for Mae to finish up in the master bedroom, with memories and feelings I thought had been long buried swirling in my head.

Shortly she emerged wearing a robe that was open in front and underneath her bra and panties. She was palpitating her visibly distended abdomen. "Gosh, Mae," I said, "I'm so sorry."

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking first?" she asked. "If you'll excuse me I have business in the bathroom." She headed back into the master bedroom and I heard the door to the attached bath close.

I continued sitting on my sofa. Mae emerged from the bedroom, her robe closed and the belt tied. She paced back and forth in the living room. "Mae..."

"It's okay, Jon -- probably nothing you haven't seen before ... or, experienced. Aunt Dora gave me enemas and I'm sure you got them, too."

"That's for sure."

"For your information, I've been on a twice-a-week enema regimen ever since Gene left me. The stress of that relationship gave me some sort of IBS, and enemas help me deal with it."

"I'm sorry, Mae."

"It's all right, Jon. I've actually come to enjoy them. Now -- what was so important you had to barge in on me?"

"Good news -- I got an email from Kyle. He copied me on one he sent to you."

"I haven't checked my email. What did he say?"

"You're all set -- you can start on Monday."

"She put her hand above her left breast. "That's a relief ... a real load off my mind."

"It is a consulting position," I continued. "You'll be working through an agency and get your pay and benefits from them. However, if you do well then Kyle won't rule out hiring you as a full-time associate."

"I suppose that's better than nothing," she replied somewhat dejectedly.

"It's a helluva lot better than nothing. You don't know how difficult it is to get into Kirk's firm as a consultant let alone an associate. I think this is about the best you could expect. Congratulations."

She smiled. "Thanks. Thanks for everything, Jon."

"Mae -- there's something else..."

She put her hand on her belly. "Can it wait? The rest of this enema has decided it wants out, and it wants out now." I watched her head back into the master bedroom. I sat and tried to formulate the right words to say to her.

She emerged again from the bathroom, her arms stretched above her head. "Mmm... I feel great after a good enema ... and it was a good one. I'm sorry my reaction to Kyle's email was subdued. You're right -- it was good news." She regarded me. "What else did you want to say?"

I stood and faced her. "Mae -- I think it would be best if you find your own place to live."

She stared at me, slack-jawed. "Well, then... Fine... It's quite a change from, you can stay here for the duration until you get settled; to, it's best you find your own place."

"Mae... I have a confession to make. I've had a crush on you, ever since we were little. We used to play together so well... Then, as we got older ... I wanted you. I used to fantasize about you. I used to try to sneak peeks at you when you were in the shower or getting dressed."

She stared at me, her jaw dropped. "You spied on me?"

"I realize now the reason I picked on you when we were teenagers. I never hated you, Mae. It was the opposite -- I wanted you -- I wanted you so badly. I had the worst kind of crush on you, and I knew what Aunt Dora would be like if I let my feelings show. It's funny ... how love and hate can be two aspects of the same emotion. I thought I was over you -- but when I saw you lying in there ...naked... It brought it all back. Having you in the house is going to drive me crazy with frustration." I regarded her slack-jawed expression of incredulity. "I'm sorry, Mae. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset. I'm just glad it's in the open. Is that why you stayed away, Jon?"

"I don't know ... maybe part of it."

"I thought it was because you didn't like me."

"Mae -- I have been in love with you ... unrequited, forbidden love ... ever since I was old enough to understand what it meant."

"Jon -- do you think you're the only one with those feelings? I had a crush on you all along, too. I used to have fantasies about you. I didn't know how I was going to live under the same roof with you, either ... but I was going to try."

We stared in each other's faces for a long, long moment. I knew I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me. My heart was pounding with desire and anticipation and I could see a pulse point in her neck throbbing. I decided to make the first move -- I reached for her and kissed her lips.

Mae looked at me, wide-eyed and her lips moving as if trying to form words. Then, she threw her arms around my shoulders and we kissed long, passionate kisses. "I've wanted this, Jon," she said between kisses. "Oh, how I've wanted this."

I guided her to the sofa, sat and held her on my lap. We kissed more, tongues touching.

"Is this right?" she asked, breathlessly. "Can we do this?"

"In this state, we can," I replied.

"You've done research?"

"One of they guys in my office was invited to a wedding -- two of his cousins were marrying. He didn't think it was right, but he looked up the law. In about a third of the states, cousins can marry, and this is one of them. Where we grew up ... where you used to live ... it's not. Here, it's okay."

She smiled. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure. You know -- lots of societies think cousins marrying is not just okay but ideal. What about those Jane Austen novels where the happy ending is two cousins tying the knot?"

"I can't believe how strongly I'm drawn to you," she said caressing my face.

"I can't either. Maybe it's genetic ... some sort of attraction wired into our genes." I ran my hand along her smooth, cool leg. We kissed more.

Mae began unbuttoning my shirt. I loosened the belt of her robe and spread it open. We kissed each other's faces, necks and chests.

She stood, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. "My bed is more spacious," she remarked. She removed the empty enema bag, coiled up the hose and set it on a chair. "I'll deal with that, later."

I stripped to my briefs. Mae noticed my strong erection -- I hadn't been this big and hard since the last time I spied on her receiving an enema. We embraced and kissed. Then, I scooped Mae up and set her on the mattress. Lying beside each other we kissed and caressed. I managed to unhook her bra and she slipped it off.

I had seen Mae's bottom numerous times but this was my first look at her breasts. They were round, full and soft, D-cup sized with wide, circular, pinkish-tan areolas and redder, thick, fleshy nipples. I could see faint, blue traces of veins in her breasts, and on the left side, one vein crossed her areola.

Easing her onto her back I kissed and tongued her breasts, working her nipples until they were fully erect and firm. She pushed me onto my back and began kissing my chest. We rolled back and forth, kissing, sucking and fondling each other. I wished I could touch all of her body at once.

Her belly was soft and plump, and if she carried any excess weight, she carried it there. I thought her figure was fantastic with shapely curves right where they belonged. Her buttocks and thighs where full but smooth and without dimples or ripples. "You have such gorgeous legs," I remarked.

"Do you mean my tree-trunk calves and thunder thighs?" she replied.

"Your legs are shapely and you have cute knees. I've always liked them."

Kneeling near her hips I began caressing her legs, running my hand along the inside of her thigh until I encountered her mons. With my fingers I explored her labia through the fabric of her briefs.

Mae lifted her hips. I grasped the waistband of her briefs and slid them off her legs. Again kneeling by her hips I regarded her mons, covered with a patch of light brown pubic hair that she had trimmed carefully along a bikini line.

I moistened my finger on my tongue and worked it into her slit. She was very wet down there. I began an up-down stroke on her clit.

"Inside, too," she said and spread her thighs wide, pressing the soles of her feet together.

I slipped two fingers into her hot, wet opening and began massaging the roof of her vagina. Pressing my thumb against her clit I worked my hand to give her both internal and external stimulation.

Mae cupped her hand over her breast and squeezed it. She hooked her arm around my neck and held my face against her breast. I drew her nipple into my mouth and nursed, synchronizing my sucking with the thrusting of my fingers.

Her breathing grew heavy and turned to loud panting, the pitch of her voice shifting from high to low as she inhaled and exhaled.

She grabbed my shoulder and squeezed, digging her nails into my skin. Her heart was beating harder and faster, and I could feel it in my lips through the tissues of her breast.

Her breathing slowed. "Jon," she panted, "I'm gonna come. More!"

I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and massaged it in a circular motion. Mae drew in a deep breath and released it as a shriek which startled me enough that I withdrew my hand. I regarded her face. She was panting through wide-open mouth. I stroked her cheek. "You okay?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you want more?"

She nodded again. "Yeah ... more..." I slipped my fingers into her again and pressed my thumb against her clit. She jumped. "Too much," she gasped.

I knelt between her knees and with my thumbs I spread her and began tonguing her clit, her kinky pubic hair tickling my nose and upper lip. Working my arms under her legs I cupped my hands over her breasts. Mae lifted her arms and crossed them above her head. Her lips parted and she resumed her loud panting.

Her eyelids drooped and her face rolled to the side. I could feel her heart through her breasts and it was beginning to race. Then, her breathing slowed again and her face was contorted as if she were in exquisite pain.

She drew in another breath and out came another shriek. This one didn't startle me so I continued my tonguing. She reached down and pushed my hands off of her breasts so I cupped them under her buttocks, lifted them to hold her vulva firmly against my face and continued my tonguing.

She let out another shriek, only this one sounded like sobbing. Her legs shook and her belly jerked as another orgasm peaked and I could feel her pelvic muscles throbbing against my chin.

"Enough!" she gasped. I came up from between her legs expecting to see tears but her eyes were dry. She was panting through her mouth and slowly regaining her breath.

"Jon," she panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." I stripped off my briefs. Holding my rock-hard shaft at its base I took aim and then paused. "What are you waiting for?"

"Protection. I don't have any condoms. Are you on the pill?"

She shook her head. "No -- can't afford them. Do it anyway -- I'll take my chances."

"But I won't. Mae -- to get you out of one jam and put you into another... I can't take that chance. I'll get condoms tomorrow."

I lay on my back, my desire fading but my frustration growing. Mae took matters into her own hands. She grasped my flagging erection and began kissing and licking the underside of my shaft. I looked at her voluptuous nude body as she knelt by my hips, stroking my organ with languid strokes, her thumb extended and caressing my glans.

My erection strengthened. "Mmm," she said, "that's better ... nice and meaty. I can feel your pulse in it."

My pulse was growing stronger and faster. She reached for my breasts and began running her fingers across my nipples. By now my heart was racing. I knew Mae could sense my arousal building because she increased the rhythm of her stroking, lubricating my glans with the juices bubbling out of me.

I reached the point of no return and groaned as I ejaculated a substantial load onto my belly. My spasms subsided and I drew in a breath. Mae let go of my organ. With her fingers she massaged one of the hot blobs on my belly into my skin. "That was an impressive squirt," she said. Jon -- make me come again."

I got onto my knees and faced her. Reaching between her thighs I began stroking her clit. Mae held onto me and pressed her cheek to mine. I could feel her breath on my skin as her breathing deepened and became panting. "Oh, more," she gasped and dug her fingers into my back. She let out a strangulated cry and her thighs trembled. "Stop," she gasped. "Stop, stop, stop..."

I lay on my back and she lay beside me, cuddling under my arm. "See?" she asked. "Do you see how connected we are? We each knew just what to do."

"It was pretty good," I replied. "It was quite a show you put on."

"Pretty good? Jon -- that was the best sex I have ever experienced."

Part III

I parked in my driveway and stepped into the house. Mae greeted me wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. I scanned her from head to toe. "You like?" she asked and struck a coquettish pose.

"I love those legs."

We embraced and kissed. "You're crazy," she said and we kissed again. I held her tightly and nuzzled the top of her head. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to a small plastic bag I held."

"What do you think it is?"

She took the bag from me and withdrew from it a box of condoms. "That's what I thought it was." Mae read the label. "Colored ones," she said and made a face of mock surprise.

"I'll put that in the bedroom."

I changed into shorts and a polo and then stepped into the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready," she said. "See? I do know how to cook."

"It smells wonderful. What is it?"

"Seafood fideua," she replied. "I went out for supplies today. There's change for that hundred you gave me on the counter."

"Hang onto it. You may need it. We're going to need to get your car registration changed and your driver's license." I regarded her. "You do have auto insurance..." She gave me a rueful look. "Okay -- we fix that first thing tomorrow."

I sat and watched her put the finishing touches on dinner. My eyes kept wandering to the backs of her legs. Mae was indeed a curvy girl and her legs were perfectly proportioned for her frame. I had always thought the backs of a girl's legs were sexy and Mae's were very pretty.

Mae set plates on the table. She retrieved a bottle of sparkling wine from the refrigerator and popped the cork. "This is Cava," she said. "It's from Spain and since this is a Spanish dish I thought they'd go together. It's also very reasonably priced." From a cabinet she retrieved a couple of wine flutes.

"You're finding your way around the place," I remarked.

"Yes. I spent the morning reconnoitering."

"Are you excited about next week?"

"I am. Kyle emailed me the details and I've been in contact with someone at the agency. I should be ready to hit the ground running."

"Good. Are you happy with the compensation?"

She shrugged. "I was making more at my old job at the bank. Of course, that job no longer exists. So -- I view this as a stepping-stone."

"That it is."

"I'll be hourly, which means I'll have overtime opportunities."

"You certainly will have opportunities for that," I remarked. "Kirk likes to run his firm lean and mean." She refilled our glasses. "This dinner is excellent, Mae; and the wine is perfect with it. Maybe we should save some for later."

She smiled and wrinkled her nose. "I have another bottle for later. I told you, it's reasonably priced. It is, after all, Friday night."

We finished our dinner. "Let me help you clean up," I said as I carried our plates from the table.

"I'm good -- I just need to know how to run your dishwasher."

"Switch on the wall ... soap under the sink." I approached her and we embraced. I kissed her lips and stroked her cheek.

"Let me finish up in here," she said sweetly, "and get ready for bed. Then we can have dessert."

"You're whetting my appetite." We kissed again. "I'll go check my email while you're getting ready."

"Yeah... Guys have it easy. I have my routine to do."

I sat in my study and powered up my laptop. Shortly I saw Mae standing in the doorway. She wore her short, knee-length robe and held another bottle of cava and a pair of glasses. She smiled expectantly and bit her lower lip.

Together we descended the stairs to the living room. She had turned the lights down low and put on some soft music. Mae opened the bottle and poured two glasses. We clinked rims and sipped from them.

She untied the belt of her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a sheer, white peignoir set -- a filmy, short-sleeved, hip-length jacket and matching, sheer white bra and high-cut briefs. Mae modeled it for me. The hem of the jacket barely covered her buttocks and the cut of her briefs accentuated the curves in her hips. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"You look sensational in it. Is it new?"

"Yes ... and, no. I bought it years ago but this is the first time I've worn it. Gene and I had our ... smashup before I had an opportunity."

"So, it gets a second chance on life."

We drained our glasses and Mae poured seconds. "I'm starting to feel it," she said. "I feel it in my legs."

"Let's take a load off those sexy legs." I sat on the sofa and coaxed her onto my lap. We kissed more and I ran my hand along her smooth thighs. Caressing her face, I said, "You are so pretty."

"I'm not. I know I'm no one's definition of a beauty. My face is too round. I have a moon face."

"I love your face. I love your cheeks when you smile and I love your freckles."

"I'm pleased you do."

"You are beautiful in my eyes."

Mae smiled. "Are you sure it's not the cava talking?" She drained her glass again and set it on an end table.

We engaged in some serious necking. I kissed her lips and we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. Mae's peignoir jacket was held at the collar with a single tie. I reached under the filmy fabric and began tracing the shape of her breast with my finger. Her bra was made of the same filmy material and plainly displayed the twin charms of her bosom.

I stroked her left breast with the backs of my fingers, now and then brushing them across her nipple. Each time, Mae let out a soft whimper in the back of her throat. Working my finger under the fabric of her bra I stroked her nipple and wide areola, skin on skin. Her breathing grew heavier and her nipple firmed. I pinched and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger until it was hard and erect.

"You're different from last night," she remarked. "Last night you were so ... eager."

"Last night was nothing but passion. Pure passion."

"Don't underestimate pure passion, Jon. It felt pretty good."

"It felt good to me, too ... up until I realized we had no condoms." I kissed her lips. "I was ready to fuck you purple."

"I was ready for you to fuck me purple," she replied, "blue, yellow ... all the colors of the rainbow."

"This is really closer to my style. I like a gradual build-up."

"Mmm... I like a gradual build-up, too."

"Then, shall we adjourn to the bedroom?"

She smiled. "I thought you'd never ask," she purred. I eased her from my lap. Then, slipping an arm under her knees and the other behind her back I scooped her up. "Whoa," she said. "I'm not too heavy?"

"Not too heavy. Grab the wine and glasses." I carried her into the bedroom. She had lit some scented candles on her nightstand and their perfume filled the air.

I set her down, untied the tie and slipped her jacket off. She unbuttoned my polo and I lifted it over my head. Then, Mae unfastened my belt, slid my shorts down and I stepped from them.

We stood facing each other. "You are sensational," I said. You have such a sexy body."

She gathered the flesh on her belly in her hands. "If you call this spare tire sexy."

"You have curves, and in the right places."

"Do you mean my curvy butt and my curvy thighs?"

"I mean, all of you. You're soft and cuddly, Mae. A guy doesn't want to wake up all black-and-blue. If you have any doubt about your impact on me..." I led her hand to my stiff erection and she felt it through the fabric of my briefs.

"Oh, my -- something's peeking," she exclaimed.

"Yeah... I shouldn't have worn low-rise briefs today."

"I do like a sincere display of admiration."

I drained the wine bottle into our glasses, filling each about a third. "Bottoms up," I said and finished mine in a swallow.

I turned down the covers and propped pillows against her headboard. "This is quite the bed," I remarked.

"Yes -- it's the one thing I splurged on."

I lay, sitting up with my back against the headboard and patted her mattress between my thighs. Mae sat between them and rested her chest against my back. I nuzzled her hair and kissed the base of her neck. "Mmm," I said, "I love the scent of your hair and the taste of your skin."

"I have a flavor?"

"Yes. You have a flavor."

"What do I taste like?"

I put my lips against her shoulder and caressed her skin with my tongue. "Tastes like Mae."

"You're not giving me a hickey -- are you?"

"Not unless you want one."

"How would that go over my first day on the job?" she asked.

"Depends if it's where it shows or not."

I held her around her waist and cupped my hands under her breasts. With my thumbs I caressed her wide areolas and firming nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Mae drew in a breath. "Mmm... Feels nice..." She ran her hands along my knees and gripped my thighs.

Like her jacket, her bra was held closed with a single tie in the center. I gripped the lace and tugged on it. The knot released and the cups fell to her sides. She leaned forward, slipped the garment off an set it on the foot of her bed.

I resumed fondling her breasts, stroking them from back to front. Her reddish-tan nipples were firmly erect and I pinched and rolled them. Mae's body relaxed against my chest. Her heavy breathing became soft panting and I could see her breasts heaving.

She sat forward, turned around and knelt, straddling my thighs. I sat up, we embraced and kissed. I kissed her chest and her breasts, rimming her areolas with my tongue and sucking on her nipples.

Mae leaned over and lay on her back. I knelt by her hips and caressed her legs from her ankles up. Slipping my fingers under her shapely legs I followed the curve of her calf and explored the shapes of her muscles and tendons. My thumbs passed over her cute, dimpled knees.

Sliding my palm across her smooth, taut skin I caressed her thigh from her knee to her mons and stroked her labia through the sheer fabric of her briefs. I could discern her ruddy brown patch of pubic hair showing through. Like her jacket and bra, her briefs were held closed with tied knots at both hips. I tugged on them and both knots untied. She lifted her hips and I slid her briefs from under her. "You made these wet," I remarked.

"Oh, I know. I can feel it oozing out of me."

I caressed her plump belly, then ran my fingers through her pubic patch and between her labia. The muscles in her abdomen jerked when I stroked her very firm clit.

I teased her like that for a while. Then, I lay beside her, worked my finger into her slit and began rhythmically stroking her clitoral shaft just north of the little hood covering her glans. With my free arm I held her around her back and gazed into her blue eyes.

Mae's lips parted and her eyelids drooped. She appeared to be looking past me, or maybe through me. I could feel her breath on my face as she panted, and I could see her breasts and belly moving. "Feels good," she said softly. I like feeling you hold me. Feels like you want me."

"I do want you."

"I know. I can feel it."

I ramped up the cadence of my stroking and moved my finger down a bit to stimulate her glans, now and then dipping down to her opening for some of her slick juices. Mae's panting grew faster and heavier and her thighs twitched with each of my strokes.

She put her hand on the back of my head and guided my face to her left breast. I drew her nipple into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. Mae lifted her arm above her head. I could feel her heart racing, its beats transmitted through her flesh to my lips.

Her breathing slowed. She drew in a breath and then moaned and gasped. She jerked up her thighs and curled forward. Mae made another gasp and a moan; then she lay flat on her back. "Stop," she panted. "Oh, God, stop -- it's too much!"

I lifted my hand from her mons. She opened her arms to me and held me, covering my face with kisses. "That was wonderful," she said. "You're a giving and generous lover, Jon. Gene wasn't... I know I shouldn't mention him at a time like this, but it's true. He was my only other. You're opening me up to sensations I've never experienced."

I kissed her lips. "It just gets better with practice." I reached for box of condom s from the box on her nightstand and handed it to her. "You can do the honors. Pick a color."

Lying on my back I lifted my hips so Mae could strip off my briefs. "You made yours wet, too," she remarked. She caressed my thighs hand hips and wrapped her fingers around my stiffly erect manhood. "Very nice," she said. Mae unwrapped the condom, set it on my glans and unrolled it down my shaft. Then, she rolled onto her back and opened her thighs. "Jon -- fuck me."

I looked down. "You picked a purple one -- so I'm going to fuck you purple."

My heart was pounding. This was the moment I had waited a lifetime for. I knelt between her knees. Holding my shaft at its base I guided it to her entrance. Lying atop her I pushed into her. Mae's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as I eased myself deep into her. "Feels good, Jon," she gasped. "Feels wonderful."

"Feels wonderful to me, too. You're just right -- tight but not too tight."

"You're just right, too," she said. "Big but not too big."

Mae wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we locked legs. She grasped my face. We kissed and she drove her tongue into my mouth. I began rocking my hips, working up a cadence and she began complimentary thrusting. I'm usually no two-pump chump, but this was such a thrill feeling her belly against mine and looking down on her gorgeous breasts that I was coming before I knew it. I pushed hard against her and unloaded into the condom.

My breathing settled down and I could feel my erection flagging. Reaching under myself I snagged the condom with my finger and eased out of her. Rolling onto my back and reaching for some facial tissues I disposed of the used sheath. Mae rolled against me and I held her under my arm. "Was it good for you?" she asked.

"Yeah -- it was good," I replied. "Really good."

"You sound less than enthusiastic."

"Don't get me wrong. It was a real thrill, Mae. You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that."

"I do -- because I've been waiting just as long."

"It's just that..."

"That what?" she asked.

"I wish we didn't need a condom, that's all. It just doesn't ... feel the same."

"I understand," she said. "Skin-on-skin, the exchange of fluids ... that's real sex."

"There is something satisfying in a primordial way about real sex," I added, "that's missing when you need a condom." I caressed her face. "Other than that, it was great ... wonderful."

She ran her hand along my chest hair, plowing furrows in it with her fingertips. Mae rested her palm on my left breast. "I like feeling your heart," she said. "I love the intimacy." She splayed her hand and caressed my chest, teasing my right nipple with her little finger. "I love you, Jon."

"I love you."

"I've always loved you," she said, now running all her fingers across my nipple

I began caressing the side of her breast. "I've always loved you, too," I replied. I slid my hand down and felt the texture of her skin change as I ran my finger across her areola.

"Then why did it take this to get us together?" she asked.

"I don't know. Fate works in strange ways." I felt a lump firming under my touch. Mae's breathing slowed and deepened.

"You think it's fate?" she asked. Mae pressed her mons against my thigh. She began massaging my nipples with her fingertips, alternating from left to right.

I was starting to get stiff again. "I believe in fate. Don't you?"

"It's the first time I've really thought about it."

I coaxed Mae onto her back, lifted her knees and eased them to the mattress, spreading her wide. Lying between her thighs I covered her smooth, soft belly with kisses, delving my tongue into her navel. Then, I cupped both hands over her breasts with her nipples protruding between my thumbs and forefingers. "See?" she said. "We know each other's minds."

"Yes ... not that this was particularly difficult to figure out."

I fondled her breasts. "Feels good, Jon," she said and lifted one arm above her head.

"When you lift your arms you change the shapes of your breasts," I said. "I like how they look."

She lifted her other arm and crossed her wrists above her head. I caressed her breasts from under her arms forward, squeezing her areolas and pinching her nipples. "Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." she sang each time I tugged on her nipples. "Deeper ... like you're milking them."

Mae began rotating her hips to press her mons into my sternum as I squeezed her breasts. Her breathing deepened and I could feel her heart accelerate.

I shifted downward so I was looking straight at her pussy. With my thumbs I spread her labia and leaned in to plant a kiss on her clit. "You know what else I hate?" I asked.

"What?"

"I hate the smell of latex. You smell and taste like condom."

"Well," she replied, "I do have a prescription for pills. I stopped filling them because I didn't have an income and I didn't have a fella."

"Now you have an income," I remarked.

"Yeah -- and, now I have a fella. I'll see about filling the prescription. Once I get back on that schedule we can dispense with the condoms."

"I will be awaiting that day eagerly." I spread her again and began running the tip of my tongue along he slick inner surfaces of her labia, feeling her pubic hair against my lips. Then, I nuzzled between them and began a gentle back-and-forth against her clit with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, Jon... That feels really nice," she said and put her hand on my head. She ran her fingers through my hair.

Working my arms under her thighs again I cupped my hands over her breasts. Mae lifted her arms and crossed her wrists. I began working her breasts, squeezing her areolas and tugging on her nipples.

Mae let her face roll to the side. Her eyelids drifted shut and her lips parted. "Oh," she panted. "This feels so good ... so good..." She pulled back her shoulders and drew in a breath to expand her torso and press her flesh against my hands. I could feel her heart start to pound. She touched the back of my hand. "More here," she said. I began pinching and rolling her nipples in synch with my tonguing of her clit. "Mmm... Like that..."

She lowered her arms and put her hands on my forearms. "Jon," she panted, "don't change it. Don't change anything..." Through her flesh I could feel her heart racing.

Mae drew in a breath, closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. "AHHH!" she gasped and the muscles in her belly jerked. I let go of her breasts and grasped her buttocks so I could hold her vulva tight against my lips. I also lightened my tongue to let come down a bit.

Mae's breathing lightened. "Mmm..." she said and ran her fingers through my hair. "Jon -- you can stop now." I continued tonguing her using the lightest of pressure. "Jon... I said you can stop ... on second thought -- it's starting to feel good again.

In increased my tongue pressure and moved down so the tip of my tongue was against her clitoral hood. Mae closed her eyes and stretched her arms out straight to her sides. I moved my hands from her buttocks to her belly, massaging her mons with my thumbs and fingering her navel.

Her breathing turned to panting. She moaned, flailed her arms, pounded the mattress and grabbed the sheets. I could feel the muscles in her bottom throbbing and pressing against my lower lip and chin.

Mae's body went limp and she panted. I continued my tonguing. She came again, this time letting out a yelp and pressing her fist against her mouth. "Oh, God!" she cried, "ENOUGH!"

I came up from between her thighs. A flush covered Mae's face and neck and she panted to regain her breath. "Jon ... Jon... I have never felt anything like that ... ever. Gene never did oral on me. He thought a girl's pussy was ... gross. What we did last night was good. Tonight was... Amazing. I never had an orgasm like what you gave me. I never thought I could have one like that."

I held her close to me as she regained her breath and her composure. "A woman's orgasm is a thing of beauty and mystery," I said. "Mine is over in a moment and then I'm done. Yours is ... bottomless pleasure."

She eased me onto my back and wrapped her fingers around my stiff organ. "You made quite a recovery."

"That was quite a show you put on. I think you could've given King Tut a hard-on."

She reached for a condom, removed it from its wrapper and rolled it onto my hard member. "You get to fuck me blue, this time. How do you want me?" she asked.

"On top."

She swung a leg over my hips and knelt on all fours, straddling me with her breasts dangling over my face. I grasped one and kissed her nipple. Then, I guided my shaft to the spot and she lowered herself onto me. I eased into her and held her across her shoulder blades and the small of her back.

"This feels really good," she said. "I think you're in further like this."

"You're on top," I said. "You do the work."

"With pleasure..." Mae began rocking her hips to give me some in-out pleasure. I knew for a second go I'd last longer, and I loved how her body felt atop me, her weight against me and her belly against mine ... our legs locked and her cool, smooth calves against mine. I began caressing her round, smooth buttocks and explored her crevasse with my fingertips.

I encountered the crinkly skin of her anus. Further down was the underside of my shaft, sunk into her. She had produced a surplus of slick juices. I coated my finger with some and dragged more up, resting my finger against her orifice. I could feel the muscles in her buttocks working as she thrust atop me.

My finger slipped into her anus about nail-deep. I could feel her sphincter flexing as she thrust against me. She didn't seem to object so I pushed my finger deeper into her rectum, up to the second knuckle. Her tissues felt like warm, wet velvet. I began a gentle in-out with my finger in her anus.

It was as if I threw a switch. Mae doubled and redoubled the intensity of her thrusting, grunting from the exertion. I could feel her back becoming moist. She added a rotating motion to her hips as she thrust. "Uhn ... uhn... uhn..." she grunted. "I can't believe it," she panted. "I'm gonna come again!" Her thrusting became shaking of her hips against mine and I could feel the muscles in her bottom pulsing and throbbing, her anus contracting around my finger. She drew in a breath and let it out as a groan and then resumed her thrusting against me. "What about you?" she panted.

"Almost," I grunted. I had been close but not there so I tensed the muscles in my loins to drive me over the top. Mae lifted up on her elbows and pressed her fingers against my nipples. That was the trigger I needed.

With both hands I held onto her buttocks and slammed my hips against hers as I ejaculated. When my spasms had subsided I lay limp with her atop me. She caressed my cheeks, held my head in her palms and we kissed long, tender kisses.

I rolled partway to one side. "I don't want you to leave," she said.

"I have to snag the condom."

"Stupid, lousy condom..." I held its rim with my finger and she lifted off of me. I sat up, disposed of the nasty thing and blew out her candles.

Mae cuddled against me. "Mmm..." she said. "It felt so good, Jon. I never imagined sex could feel THAT good."

"It's going to get better and better," I replied, "as we learn each other's responses."

"You seemed to know all my buttons and how to press them."

She snuggled closer and I caressed her upper arm. "Mae... You said you do enemas twice a week?"

"That's right," she said drowsily. "Tuesdays and Saturdays."

"Why those days?"

"Because if I don't then my IBS starts bothering me and that's very uncomfortable. Saturdays are my big purge nights. On Saturdays I do at least two. Tuesdays are my little purge nights. I do one enema and that holds me 'til Saturday."

"But, you did one yesterday. Yesterday was Thursday."

"I'm off my schedule, with moving and all. I hoped I could hold out 'til Saturday but I was so uncomfortable I decided to take one last night. I'll be back on schedule next week ... I hope."

"Tomorrow's Saturday," I observed.

"Yes, it is."

"Then, I have a request."

"What request?"

"I'd like to watch."

"You want to watch?"

"Yeah. I told you when we were kids I used to sneak peeks at your."

"I remember."

"Whenever Aunt Dora gave you an enema -- I used to lurk and watch."

"You watched us?"

"Yes... You're not angry ... are you?"

"If I had known back then ... I would've been furious. I would've slapped you silly. That was so long ago ... it doesn't make sense to be angry, now. Why would you want to do that?"

"It was a major turn-on for me."

"Oh, my God, Jon. Why was that?"

"I really don't know, but it was ... to see your bare bottom and legs ... Aunt Dora inserting the nozzle and holding up the bag. I thought I was over it but glimpsing you the last night brought it all back. It's why I'm asking if you'd let me watch you."

"You know... Under any other circumstances I'd say no."

"So, you'll let me watch?" I asked.

"I won't say no ... but I'm not saying yes, either. I need to think about it."

"That means ... the answer isn't an automatic no."

Part IV

Morning daylight roused me. Mae was lying beside me, her eyes open. "Good morning," I said.

"Yes, I think it is a very good morning," she replied.

"So..."

"So, what?"

"Last night... Any regrets?"

"Regrets? Regret is the furthest from my mind. Why? Do you have regrets?"

"No. None." I continued to regard her. "There is no quid pro quo," I said. "I wanted to make sure you understood that ... the loan..."

She lowered her eyebrows. "Jon -- was that your oblique way of suggesting that you suspect I might be a very high-priced whore?"

"Oh, God, Mae, no. That's not how I intended it. Last night was my sincere expression my love for you ... physically. As far as the loan goes -- it's how I can help. You're family and family helps family. I was happy to do it and I expected nothing in return."

"Understood," she replied.

"What we've found between us is a bonus. All I want is to give you pleasure. I'm getting the same vibe from you."

"As you should ... because that's what it was."

"I ... I feel so fortunate to have you after all this time, Mae. I just wanted to make sure I was reading it right."

"Oh, you were, all right."

I rolled onto my back and she scooted to cuddle with me. "It's strange," I said. "On the one hand it seems to be happening so fast ... but at the same time it felt like the..."

"Consummation?" she suggested.

"Yeah... The consummation of something that started years ago and never really stopped."

"It's exactly how it feels to me."

"I can't believe how strongly I'm drawn to you. I can barely keep my eyes and hands off of you."

"That's okay, Jon," she said and caressed my face. "It's been a long time since I've enjoyed this sort of attention ... and I like how it feels."

I stroked her upper arm. "Have you thought about what I asked you?"

"Jon," she said with a mix of amusement and petulance, "I was asleep. I don't think straight when I'm asleep. Now that I'm awake, I can give it proper consideration."

"And?"

"This is your final warning. I told you I'd have an answer for you. If you ask me again, the answer will be no."

"Got it." I looked into her blue eyes. "Are you interested in some breakfast? I can make something."

"I can make breakfast -- you don't have to."

"It's one meal I am adequately qualified to prepare. We have eggs, English muffins, bacon ... a couple of different kinds of sausage in the freezer. I can make French toast or an omelet. What would you like?"

Mae smiled and rolled her eyes in thought. "Hmm... You know what I would like for breakfast?"

"What?"

She gave me a devilish smile. "More Jon. I can hardly keep my eyes and hands off of you, either."

"More? Mae -- I have things I need to do today."

"Oh, Jon -- last night was a revelation to me. The closeness I felt, the connection. I never felt that before. Not the way I felt it last night. It doesn't have to be drunken-monkey sex. It's just ... well, on Monday I start my new job so I'll have that responsibility. We'll need to get up early and come home tired. Today is Saturday. It's like a gift."

I caressed her cheek. "Of course, you're right."

I lay on my back and she snuggled against me. I began caressing her breast with the backs of my fingers and could feel her nipple firming from the stimulation. I could also feel her muscles relaxing and her breathing change. She wrapped her leg around mine and pressed and rocked her mons against my thigh.

"Feels nice," she whispered. "I don't want much. I just want to feel the intimacy."

I continued stroking her breast. Muscles in her belly twitched and she made soft noises in the back of her throat.

Mae rolled onto her back, lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. "Do what you were doing last night," she said.

I lay atop her, supporting myself on my elbows and fondled her breasts, squeezing her broad areolas and tugging on her nipples. Her jaw slackened and her eyes glazed. "Feels so good," she purred. "Deeper ... more..."

I was monitoring her heart, feeling it beating through her breasts. It gave me a rough idea as to what state of arousal she had reached.

Figuring she was ready I slid down, caressing and kissing her belly and nuzzling her mons. I spread her labia and worked my lips between them. "Do I still taste like condom?" she asked.

"You taste more like Mae this morning." I tongued her clit and, this time instead of a back-and-forth action I started sucking it in more of an up-and-down motion.

Mae's belly and legs jerked. "Ooh -- too much," she said. I softened my tonguing for a while and then ramped it up again after I was sure she had acclimated to the sensations. "Mmm ... that's feeling better," she said, lifting her knees and spreading her legs wide.

Reaching under her thighs I placed my palms on her soft belly, caressing her mons with my thumbs. I spread her labia, exposing her very firm clitoral shaft, drew it between my lips and explored the shapes of her little hood and glans with the tip of my tongue.

May lay, her arms raised and her eyes closed, her chest and abdomen heaving with her accelerating breathing. She lowered one arm and cupped her hand around her breast, her thumb stroking her nipple. I could feel her tense and relax muscles in her vulva that made her clit move against my tongue. "Oh, God, Jon," she gasped. "Feels wonderful... Inside, too?"

I reached on hand under her, rotating my wrist so I could slide two fingers into her hot and wet vagina. I continued my sucking on her clit and stroking her inside. Mae's legs twitched and her breathing became noisy panting.

Her jaw trembled. She drew in a breath and released it as a long exhale and I could see ecstasy in her expression. Reaching down she slipped her fingers under my jaw. I came up from between her legs. "That was a quiet one," I said.

"Each one is different." She reached for me and I lay beside her. "Sometimes if you keep it bottled up inside -- the sensations are stronger." We traded kisses. "Oooh ... you do taste ... funky," she said, smiling and wrinkling her nose.

"It's only your lovely, natural perfume."

"With just a trace of essence de condom," she added with a mock French accent.

I knelt near her. Mae sat up and ran her palms along my thighs. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff member. "Mmm... Nice..."

Mae retrieved another condom from the box, unwrapped it and rolled it onto my shaft. "A red one this time," I remarked.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

I coaxed her onto her side, straightened one of her legs and lifted the other. Approaching from behind I eased into her and then lay aside and atop her. "This is called spooning," I said and kissed the base of her neck. Sliding one arm under her I held her, my hand cupped over her breast and my other arm around her waist.

"Mmm... I like how this feels. I like feeling you inside me. Can you have one like this?"

"Maybe..."

"How about if I do this?" She began a subtle rotating of her hips combined with tensing and relaxing internal muscles.

"Feels good." At the very least what she was doing was keeping me stiff. I continued nuzzling her shoulder and the base of her neck, and massaging her breast, her nipple protruding between my fingers.

"I do like how this feels," she said. "It's just want I wanted ... intimate and tender... I love feeling your arms around me. Hold me tight, Jon..."

She added some rocking motion to her hips and I started feeling some friction I could use. I began some rocking of my own to establish some in-out action.

"You're getting bigger and firmer," she remarked. "Are you going to come?"

"I think so," I said. I could feel my heart accelerating. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the task at hand and soon felt that familiar surge that preceded release. Holding her around her waist I pushed against her buttocks and grunted as my spasms peaked and receded.

Securing the condom I eased out of her and lay on my back. She kissed my semi-stiff rod and wrapped her fingers around it. "Now you taste like condom," she remarked. She threw herself atop me and we kissed.

"Are you ready for breakfast, now?" I asked.

"Mmm... Sex does work up an appetite."

"What should I make?"

"I haven't had French toast in years."

"You got it."

I parked the car in the driveway and popped the trunk. We both carried purchases from Hubbard's -- a starter business wardrobe for Mae. We bought enough skirts, slacks, tops and covers so she could assemble a variety of outfits for work. "You can add the price of this stuff to what I owe you," she said as she began hanging items in the master bedroom closet.

"Forget it. Consider it a make-good for all those Christmases and birthdays I ignored."

She embraced me and we kissed. "Thank you. Now I feel I can show up for work on Monday without embarrassing myself."

"The grass is getting pretty long," I remarked. "Mowing the lawn was on my to-do list for today."

"I have some more boxes to unpack."

I headed to the garage and brought out the mower. The damned thing wouldn't start, so I went at it with my toolbox trying to diagnose the problem.

Mae approached me in cutoff jeans and a tee. I regarded her -- the jeans were cut off about mid-thigh and clung to her shapely hips and bottom like a coat of paint.

"Do you remember when Aunt Dora would go to that quirky little restaurant in The Corners and come home with a Dutch oven full of antipasto salad?" she asked.

"Do you mean, The Reef?" I asked.

"Yeah ... that's the one."

"We'd do that on Saturday nights," I replied.

"I thought I'd try to replicate that. I was going to go to the market and get a bagged green salad and add some provolone, some cold cuts ... maybe some olives and artichoke hearts. What else would go into one?"

"Thick chunks of bologna," I offered. "How about some pepper-jack cheese?"

"I don't remember that," she replied.

"It would give it a bit of a bite. Also -- Italian dressing and blue cheese."

"Oh, blue cheese ... brilliant. I'll be back in a little."

I watched her start her car and a big puff of white smoke came from the tailpipe. I hope that doesn't mean her head gasket is going, I thought to myself. The smoke subsided as she ran the engine, put it into gear and headed down the street.

Meanwhile I found the problem with the mower -- a badly fouled spark plug. Some work with a wire brush and some fine sandpaper and the mower was back in business. I pushed it onto the lawn, tugged on the rope starter a couple of times and it roared to life.

I was finishing up the lawn when I saw Mae's car pull into the driveway. She opened her trunk and carried a paper sack into the house. I wrapped up the mowing, put away the machine and headed inside.

Mae was dumping salad ingredients into a big mixing bowl. "This brings me back," I said and removed a bottle of lager from the fridge. "One for you?"

"Sure ... but not a whole one."

I took down two glasses, cracked open one of the lagers and half-filled a glass for Mae. She set plates of the antipasto on the kitchen table along with a bottle of Italian dressing and a tub of crumbly blue cheese.

"What made you think of this?" I asked.

"I remembered you and me growing up in the farmhouse," she said. "It just ... came to me. Besides -- I wanted a light supper. I didn't want anything heavy in my stomach if I'm taking enemas tonight."

"Right..." For a while that fact had not been foremost in my mind. Hearing her say it snapped it front and center and my heart skipped a beat. "So, have you..."

"Have I what?"

I looked in her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Nothing..." I knew she was testing me and I wasn't about to botch my chance. I finished my beer and carried my plate to the counter.

"It seemed to me you were about to ask if I had decided whether to let you watch me."

I tried to appear nonchalant. "Well ... the thought had crossed my mind. Since you promised..."

"I promised you an answer," she said as she rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. "My answer is..." She gave me a half-smile. "No. You can't watch me take an enema."

I could feel my crest fall. "Is that your final decision?" I asked.

"Yes it is." She closed the dishwasher. "If you're going to be with me, you can't just sit and watch. You have to participate."

"Participate?"

"You may give me the enema."

"You want me to ... administer enemas to you?"

"That's right. It would be such a luxury -- having my own enema nurse." She faced me and draped her arms over my shoulders and kissed my lips. "And, such a good-looking one, too."

"I've never done that. I don't know..." She handed me a folder. "What's this?"

"These are pages from Aunt Dora's nursing manual on how to administer enemas. I think the book was published in the forties."

"How did you get this?"

"When I started having my IBS problems and my doctor told me to try taking enemas, I called Aunt Dora and asked her for advice. The doctor suggested buying the squeeze-bottle varieties from the drugstore but Aunt Dora vehemently rejected that. They're full of harsh chemicals, she said and told me. She said she never liked them and recent reports in the news have proven her right, all along. She said the old-fashioned, triple-H enema was far superior."

"Triple-H?" I replied.

"High, hot and helluva lot," Mae replied.

"Yeah -- like the ones we used to get as kids."

"Aunt Dora copied pages from her nursing text and sent them to me. You'll also find a couple handwritten pages of advice. Aunt Dora was passionate about the topic."

"I see..." I knew that I had received my last enema from Aunt Dora when I was eleven or so. I also knew that she had continued to administer them to Mae up until I left home ... and, maybe beyond.

"Saturday also is my night for a soaking bath and when I shave my legs."

"A sleek and squeaky-clean Mae," I remarked. "I like the sound of that."

"I'll take my bath first. It'll relax me and put me in the right mood. In he meantime, you can read these over -- it's all there, chapter and verse."

Mae stepped into the master bedroom and closed the door. She emerged in her knee-length robe, carrying a basket of toiletries and headed into the bathroom. I could hear the water running.

I sat down and began looking over the pages in the folder. It all, indeed, was there -- patient prep, volumes of water to use ... postures and positions for the one receiving the enema. There were illustrations of human anatomy and line drawings of the procedure. I looked at Dora's handwritten notes.

Years ago we believed that regular, large-volume enemas had a tonic effect on the colon. The distention and motility they induce exercises the smooth muscles and strengthen peristalsis. When I was young, enemas were routine and regular, internal bathing was regarded as was regular bathing of the body -- essential for good health...

The directions for administering an enema were detailed. As I read through them I felt myself getting hard, thinking about performing this on Mae's full, round and willing bottom. I could recall Dora performing the procedure on me as a child and I could recall the sensations ... the initial surge of coolness deep in my pelvic bowl as she started the flow, followed by warmth as water from the reservoir displaced what had lost its heat in the hose. Then the sense of fullness in my belly as the enema proceeded towards its conclusion, followed by the sense of relief from expelling it.

I recall what Mae had said last night before we fell asleep in each other's arms -- there is something sexy about enemas. Maybe that's why Dora stopped administering them to me as I approached puberty. But, why had she continued giving them to Mae? Dora never married. She never dated as far as I could tell.

I knew that watching Mae receive an enema was enormously arousing for me, and the thought of actually giving her one was making me stiffer and wetter than I had been since that last time I spied on her. Now I found myself wondering if Dora had gotten any thrills from administering them to us. That thought both intrigued and bothered me.

Mae finished her bath and approached me in her robe. "All read-up on the procedure?" she asked. "After all, it's not rocket science."

Part V

I followed her into the master bedroom. From the closet she removed a plastic case and snapped it open. Inside I saw an open-top red bag, a length of white plastic hose with a metal snap clamp attached, nozzles, surgical lube, a plastic quart measure, a length of cord with an S-hook and a small plastic box.

I started by looping the cord around the top rail of the canopy bed and securing it. I carried the rest of the gear to the kitchen.

"When I do my Saturday routine," Mae explained, "I like to put some soap in my first enema."

"Why soap?" I asked.

"It gives the enema a bit of a kick." She opened the tap in the kitchen sink and let the water run to warm up. From the small plastic box she removed a bar of Ivory soap and set it in the measuring pitcher. Mae let the tap water run over her wrist. "This is a good temperature," she said and I let some flow over my wrist.

She held the pitcher under the stream and it filled, developing a substantial head of foam. "Wow," she remarked. "So many suds."

"We have a water softener."

"That explains it -- it was hard water at the apartment. It also explains why my bath felt so good."

The water level reached the one quart mark. "Make sure the clamp is closed," she said.

"Duh..."

"It's easy to forget -- believe me." Mae poured it into the red bag and then held it under the tap for another filling.

"You just let the water run over the soap, then," I remarked.

"Yeah... It's plenty. I tried some liquid castile once but it was too harsh. This give me the results I want."

Mae dumped the contents of the pitcher into the bag and handed it to me. She picked the bar of soap from the pitcher and set it in its box. Then, she attached a douche nozzle to the end of the hose.

"You're not using the enema tip?" I asked.

"This is better. It's less apt to slip out and I like how it feels." She handed me the nozzle end of the hose. "Okay -- let's go."

I carried the bag into the bedroom and hung it on the hook on the cord. "Run some fluid into the pitcher," she instructed, "to flush air out of the hose. What you catch can go back into the bag."

"Right," I said as I followed her directions.

Mae took a towel from a drawer and spread it on her bed. Then, she untied her belt, slipped off her robe and stood, nude before me. "Wait a minute," she said. "Something's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"If I'm gonna be naked ... so are you."

I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then, I unbuckled, unsnapped, unzipped and stepped out of my shorts.

I began to pull off my briefs. "You can leave those on if you like," she said, "for now." Mae ran her hands along my arms and shoulders. "Mmm... Nice."

"Shall we get started?" I asked.

Mae lay on the bed, the towel under her hips. She rolled onto her left side and drew up her knees.

I picked up the tube of lubricating gel and snapped it open. "This is my first experience with this stuff," I remarked as I squeezed out a glob and smeared it onto the nozzle.

"Put some on me, too."

"This stuff is slippery..."

"It's much better than Vaseline. I tried it once and was hooked on it."

With my left hand I spread Mae's buttocks to expose her pinkish-tan anus. By now I had developed a raging hard-on, the kind that's so strong it aches -- and working my finger into her orifice only made it rage harder. Recalling the diagrams from Aunt Dora's nursing text I aligned the nozzle so it aimed for the back of her navel. With a little rocking and a gentle push it eased into her orifice. Once it had cleared her sphincter I tipped the angle to align with her spine and slid it all the way into her rectum. "Is that okay?"

"Couldn't have done it better myself." She assumed what I had learned was Sim's position -- halfway on her left side and her belly, left leg straight and right one bent, her right foot touching her left knee. "I like to take the first enema like this -- it's easier for me. Okay -- I'm ready."

I snapped open the clamp and sat on the bed, caressing her thigh. Mae began taking long, deep breaths, deliberately expanding and contracting her abdomen. "It's going in okay -- no bad cramping, yet." She looked up at me. "I like how you're touching me."

I watched the bag as it slowly deflated. Mae continued her deliberate breathing. "How much is left?" she asked.

I felt the bag. "A little more than a half."

"Close the clamp." I snapped it to stop the flow.

Mae eased herself onto her back, her knees bent and thighs open. I regarded her lying on the bed, her soft, full breasts, her plump belly, her natural pussy and the hose and nozzle embedded in her pinkish-brown orifice. "Okay -- start the flow," she said.

I snapped open the clamp. Mae resumed her deliberate, deep breathing. I smoothed my hand along the inside of her thigh. "It's flowing in easily, now," she said. "Probably because I'm relaxed. I like what you're doing."

"This is an absolutely amazing view," I remarked.

"I'm starting to feel the fullness." She pressed her palms against her abdomen. "Feel."

I gently palpitated her belly and I could feel her distended colon through her abdominal wall. "Wow," I remarked.

The bag emptied, which I confirmed by pinching it. "You're done," I said. "I'll take the nozzle."

"Clamp it off, first."

I plucked the nozzle from her bottom and she stretched her legs. "Can you massage my tummy?"

I recalled Aunt Dora doing that when she gave us enemas as kids. Gently I worked my fingers against the lower left side of Mae's abdomen. "Deeper," she said. "Work it into the nooks and crannies."

I could feel the structures of her colon as I massaged her. . "I press here," I said, "and you bulge there."

"The enema is starting to work. I can feel the soapsuds."

I made a third pass along her belly. "I remember Aunt Dora made us hold these for ten minutes."

"I'm not that hard core. Once the enema has made me need to go -- it's done its job ... which it has done."

I gave her my hand and helped her off the bed. "Do you want your robe?" I asked.

"No -- I don't need it." Pressing her palms against her belly she headed toward the bathroom. "While I'm busy in there -- why don't you rinse the soap out of the equipment?"

"Okay..."

She stepped into the master bath, pausing to examine her distended abdomen in the mirror. Then she closed the door.

I took down the bag and carried it to the kitchen. There I filled it with tap water, opened the clamp and let it drain. Then, I sat on the sofa to wait for her and used the time to reflect on what had just transpired. Mae had demonstrated considerable trust in sharing this intimate routine of hers with me. Little was I prepared for what was coming next.

Mae emerged from the bathroom. "How are you doing?" I asked.

"It was a really good purge," she replied. "No doubt in part due to the tummy-rub you gave me. That's not something I can do myself very easily.

"So, what's next?" I asked. "I recall you saying you take two or three on a Saturday night."

"I like to take a plain water enema to rinse away any lingering soapsuds," she said.

"Just like the first one only plain water?" I asked.

"Right."

"You got it, boss... Two quarts again?"

"Actually that bag holds a bit more than two quarts. I like to fill it to the top for the second one."

"How much does that work out to?"

"About an extra pint," she replied.

"Okay -- I'll get it ready."

I ran the tap to warm up the water and then, using the measuring pitcher, filled the bag until it couldn't hold any more. I carried it into the bedroom. Mae was lying on her back on her bed. I hung the bag on the cord and flushed air from the hose.

Mae rolled onto her left side and drew up her knees. Again, I worked the lubricating gel into her orifice and smeared more onto the nozzle. Spreading her cheeks with my left hand I eased the nozzle into her anus with my right.

"I like to take the second one on my back," she said, rolling over. She lay with her knees bent and her thighs spread.

"Ready?" I asked

"Ready." I opened the clamp. "Stop it down a notch," she instructed. "I don't want it to go too fast. Mmm... It's warm..."

"Did I make it too hot?" I asked.

"No -- it feels good ... the warmth reaching into me." Mae pressed her fingers against her abdomen. "How much is left in the bag?" she asked.

"More than half."

"I'm feeling fullness already ... maybe some of the first enema is still in me." She rolled partway to her right side, letting her right knee fall to the mattress. I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. "Feels good, Jon."

The look on her face told me she was enjoying this ... a lot. Her eyes were half-closed and her jaw was relaxed. I continued caressing her thigh. My gaze landed on her pussy, spread open, and with the enema nozzle lodged in the pinkish-tan pucker of her anus. It looked like her clit was engorged and juices were beginning to ooze from her vagina.

Mae continued caressing her abdomen. Normally her belly was flat -- soft and smooth, but flat. Now I could see a distinct roundness to it. "I'm really getting full," she said.

"Is it too much?" I asked. "Do you want me to shut it off?"

"I like the fullness and the warmth. It's so ... arousing. Feel..."

I put my hand on her belly and could feel the fullness. I ran my hand along the lower right quadrant of her belly. "Wow... I can see your belly getting bigger. It feels like you have a football in there."

"That's my mecum ... it really gets big." She rolled onto her back again, her knees bent and splayed, and the soles of her feet touching. "Feel here." She guided my hand to her lower abdomen and I could feel a another bulge on her lower left side. "I like feeling your hand on me." She closed her eyes and lifted her face. "Lower..."

I was caressing her belly just above her patch of pubic hair. My fingers strayed into the verge of her brown thicket.

"Lower," she said and put her hand on mine to guide my fingers to her mons. I probed her slit with my middle finger. "You are wet," I remarked. Dipping my fingers into her hot, slick juices I moved it up and began caressing her clit. It was as hard as a marble.

"Feels so good," she panted. Mae lifted her face and closed her eyes. "Feels really good ... the pressure and the heat..." She put her one hand on her chest, extended her thumb and began stroking her nipple; while she smoothed the fingers of her other hand across her abdomen. "Move the nozzle inside me ... just a bit."

Reaching under her thigh I grasped the nozzle and began gently working it in a circle. With my right hand I continued stroking her clit, trying to keep a consistent cadence.

"Oh, God, Jon," she gasped. Feels sooo good..." Her panting grew heavy. "I'm gonna come ... don't change it. I'm gonna come!"

She clenched her jaw, drew in a breath and lifted her knees. "AHH!" she gasped and panted. Mae grasped her nipple and tugged on it. "OH! AHHH!" Her belly jerked and her legs shook as she drew them up. "Oh, stop..."

I lifted my hand from her mons. Mae lay limp on the mattress, panting hard as her arousal faded and she regained her breath. She stretched out her legs, smiled and wiggled her hips. "Mmm... That felt good." She drew in a breath. "Mmm.... Is the bag empty?"

"It is." I closed the clamp. "I'll take the nozzle."

Mae spread her thighs so I could retrieve the nozzle from her bottom. She ran both palms along her abdomen. "Now feel how full I am," she said.

"Wow," I remarked.

"Help me up. I want to expel this."

Giving her my hand I helped her sit and then stand. She stood sideways to me and ran her hands along her belly. "That is quite a full tummy," I remarked.

"If I had eaten a big dinner, this would be rather uncomfortable." She headed toward the bathroom. "Come with me."

"You want me in there with you?"

"Yeah -- I want to talk. Most of the gross stuff came out with the first enema. This is mainly just water ... nothing too disgusting." Mae stepped into the bathroom and admired her distended belly in the mirror.

She opened the toilet and sat on it, leaning back against the lid. I pulled a low stepstool close to her and sat, caressing her shin and the top of her foot. "Feels nice," she said. Mae closed her eyes, lifted her face and I heard a long gush of water splash into the bowl. "I imagine what we just did strikes you as rather peculiar," she said.

"Well... I'm not so sure I'd call it peculiar. I don't know what I'd call it. It was different. It definitely was sexy."

"I thought you might think so ... after telling me you got off on spying on Aunt Dora giving me enemas."

"I'm rather tolerant of other people's kinks," I replied, "especially since I have a few of my own. So long as it's consensual and so long as no one is getting hurt -- what two adults do when they're alone together is no one's business but theirs. I am curious, though..."

"Curious about what?"

"How you put it all together."

Mae expelled another long gush. "I told you I suffer from some form of IBS."

"I think IBS is a rather broad term," I replied.

"Oh, indeed. The stress of what I was going through with Gene is what brought it on. One day I simply couldn't go potty. I tried -- I strained. I was in pain, having chills... I thought something was terribly wrong with me, so I drove myself to the ER. Diagnosis: constipation. Treatment: an enema. Bill payable: three hundred dollars."

"A three-hundred dollar enema?" I asked.

"That's right."

"You could do it for free," I remarked.

"Indeed. It was one of the squeeze-bottle kind and I don't think the nurse took five minutes administering it. It worked -- I had relief. The E.R. doc referred me to a G.I. specialist. I had a colonoscopy. Final diagnosis: IBS. Treatment: high fiber diet and laxatives or enemas when needed. They gave me a list of increasingly aggressive laxatives to try. Of course, having been brought up with enemas by Aunt Dora, I called her for some advice."

"Hence the pages from her nursing text."

"Correct. I started administering them to myself. I felt so much better after taking them and I began to discover they aroused me, especially the second one after the soapsuds ... the sensations of the water reaching deep into my abdomen, the warmth and fullness. Afterwards I would ... get myself off."

"Eventually you combined getting yourself off with taking the enema," I said.

"Right. The combinations of sensations amplified my orgasms. In fact, the only stronger orgasm I've ever experienced was when you did oral on me last night."

"Hmm..."

"Hmm, what?" she asked.

"Just filing something for future reference." It was all beginning to make sense. Mae was anally erotic, and not in a small way.

"When you told me you were turned on watching me take enemas..."

"You must've felt violated," I said.

"A bit ... but more than that -- I was intrigued. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and the thought of you watching me do something that aroused you was arousing to me. I just didn't think I'd be comfortable masturbating in front of you."

"So you let me do the honors."

"You were wonderful tonight." Mae closed her eyes and grunted as another long gush hit the porcelain, followed by a burst of gas. She put her fingers to her lips. "'Scuse me," she said, coyly. "Actually, when that happens I know I'm nearly done."

"So, I added to your experience?"

"Oh, very much. I loved feeling your hands on me. That was arousing, too. You did a more thorough job of massaging my belly than I can and it made my first enema more effective. You gave me a much better orgasm than I could've."

"I thought girls could self-stimulate themselves better than a partner can."

"Not this girl... I think I'm done." Mae cleaned herself with bathroom tissue and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands and we strolled to the bedroom.

"I'll put this away," I said, taking down the empty red bag."

"Just set it over there. We'll put everything away in the morning." She approached me. "Oh, Jon -- you got to me just in time. I was getting so desperate. I was thinking things I shouldn't think. If I had gone much longer -- I don't know what I would've done." She held me tightly, her face against my shoulder and her fingers playing with my chest hair.

I kissed the top of her head, nuzzled her scalp and inhaled her fragrance. "I should've been more connected to you, Mae. My firm made a bundle on the L&H merger, and I pocketed a big chunk of it. I hadn't considered the human cost. When I realized your bank was ripe for the picking, I should've alerted you and maybe you could've circulated your resume before the layoff. It's a lot easier to land a job when you already have one."

"I do wish we had been more connected. But, don't beat yourself up, Jon. Even if you had warned me, I probably wouldn't have taken any action. I was complacent and should've seen the signs... What could've, should've doesn't matter. What does matters is, we're together. I feel my needs are being satisfied ... truly satisfied ... for the first time in my life."

I looked at her face and kissed tears from her cheeks. "Hey... I hate seeing girls cry."

"Tears of joy, Jon." She hooked her arm around my neck and we kissed.

"You know -- I have needs, too," I said.

"Then, let's satisfy them." We embraced, her soft belly against mine and we kissed. I caressed her shoulders and her smooth, round buttocks. Then, I scooped her up, deposited her on her bed and hopped on it to join her.

We lay, facing each other, caressing each other's cheeks and trading passionate kisses. "I feel so relaxed and mellow inside," she said. "Making love with you would be icing on the cake."

"I always save the icing for last. Don't you?"

"I do..."

I eased her onto her back and caressed her arms, down her sides to her belly and back up, working her nipples with my thumbs on both trips. Cupping my hands over her breasts I fondled them. Mae lifted her arms and crossed them above her head.

I ran my fingertips back and forth across her wide, lightly-pigmented areolas. Her fleshy nipples grew erect. I put my fingers against them and massaged them in circles; then, I began pinching and rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers.

I could feel Mae's ribs moving under her flesh as her breathing deepened. "Oh, this feels good, Jon," she purred as she arched her back and rocked her torso.

I drew her right nipple into my mouth and tongued it while continuing to fondle her left breast. Mae held my head and ran her fingers through my hair. "Mmm... Other side," she said. "Take as much of my breast into your mouth as you can." She was more than a mouthful. I had her nipple almost in my throat and worked her areola with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "That's it," she said. "Nurse..."

I alternated nursing her left and right breasts. Then, I started moving down, covering her belly with kisses and probing her deep navel with my tongue. Keeling by her hips I began caressing her lovely, full legs. "You're skin is smooth tonight," I remarked.

"I use my bath to shave my legs and exfoliate," she replied.

"Smooth and shiny skin..." I caressed her shins and knees and then the insides of her thighs. When I reached her mons I caressed her labia and teased her clit, her legs and belly twitching as I made contact with her glans.

Spreading her thighs I lay between them, nuzzled between her labia and began tonguing her clit. Cupping both hands over her breasts I worked her nipples and gazed past her pubic tangle at her face. By now I knew what arousal looked like in her expression -- her face relaxed, her jaw slack and her eyes glazed. I could feel her heart starting to pound. "Feels so good," she said, and she stretched both arms out straight.

I eased my right hand under her and slipped two fingers into her vagina. It was a cauldron of hot, slippery juices. I dragged some of them down and coated the crinkly pucker of her anus. Then, after coating my finger I pressed against her orifice and it slid in easily, past the second knuckle. I started sliding it in and out of her.

I was lying between her thighs, fucking her rectum with my finger, tonguing her clit and pinching her nipple, all in synch. Mae's breathing became panting; then, she clenched her jaw, drew in a breath and exploded in orgasm.

She moaned, her legs shook and her belly jerked. I could feel throbbing in her bottom as her sphincter tightened around my finger. Her orgasm passed and I could feel the muscles in her legs relaxing. I lightened my tonguing and moved my left hand to her belly, caressing her mons with my thumb.

Increasing the force of my tonguing I resumed stimulating her anus with my finger. Her breasts heaved as her breathing deepened again. I tongued her clit for all I was worth and she came again. Wave after orgasmic wave washed over her, with Mae yelping, shrieking, gasping and moaning as each one crested and then rolled back.

"Enough!" she finally gasped. "Oh, God... That was amazing." She opened her arms to me and we kissed tender kisses. "Everything felt so good." We kissed some more. "How do you want me?" she asked.

"On your back." I reached for her nightstand but instead of taking a condom I grasped the tube of lube.

"You're not using a condom?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going in your back door."

"Jon -- I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Ready or not -- I'm going in. You called all the shots so far this evening. I'm calling them, now." I picked up her knees, spread them and pushed them all the way back. "Hold your legs like this."

Mae complied, grasping her legs behind her knees and holding them against her breasts. I knelt between them, her feet resting on my shoulders and began liberally greasing her anus with the lube. Working first one and then two fingers into her opening I attempted to dilate her a bit. "This is the perfect opportunity," I said. "You're thoroughly cleaned out from the enemas..."

"That's true."

I slathered my stiff manhood with the slippery gel. Spreading my knees to lower my stance I looked into her eyes. "If you really insist on not doing this -- we won't."

"You're calling the shots."

I took that as her green light. Grasping my shaft at its base I leaned forward, pressing its tip to her orifice. "Relax your bottom..." As I applied gentle pressure her anus opened and admitted me. I watched myself easing into her, her pinkish-brown pucker stretched around my organ as I slid it inside.

Shifting my position I slowly eased deeper and deeper into her rectum. The sensation was phenomenal, like sinking into warm, wet velvet. Mae's eyes widened and her lips parted. "Jon -- this feels good," she gasped.

I rested my belly against hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I wiggled my hips to push in the rest of the way.

I held her around her shoulders and she ran her hands along my back and buttocks. "God, Mae," I said. "The sensations are unbelievable."

"Oh, for me, too. I feel intimacy and fullness. It doesn't hurt. I thought it would hurt but you were so gentle and it doesn't hurt at all."

"And, no condom."

"Mmm... No condom ... no icky latex smell."

I began rocking my hips, pushing into her gently and drawing back more sharply to take my pleasure on the out-stroke. I lifted up on my elbows to admire Mae's face and breasts. She held my sides under my arms and pressed her thumbs into my nipples. "I can feel your heart," she said.

My arousal was building. I resisted the urge to start humping her in earnest and stuck to gentle in-out action. Nonetheless, the night's festivities had stoked considerable tension in my loins ... tension that demanded to be released. Despite trying to hold it off, I sensed my climax rapidly approaching.

When I felt that familiar surge of pressure in my pelvis I pushed into her and held my hips against hers. "Unh," I grunted as I pumped my sperm into her depths. "Ohhh," I gasped as my spasms subsided and my arousal dissipated, leaving me with a mellow sense of satisfaction. I relaxed atop her.

"I felt that," she said. "I felt you getting firmer and larger and I felt you throbbing. I've never felt it so distinctly before."

"Did it feel good?" I asked.

"Oh, it felt wonderful."

"With no condom to snag -- I'm in no hurry to leave." I lay atop her, gently caressing her face, neck and shoulders as my erection faded to the point that I popped out of her. I rolled off of her and she snuggled against me, her leg wrapped around mine.

"Would you do it again like that?" I asked.

"I would. It was different... I don't think I'd want a steady diet of it, but once in a while would be fun." She caressed my face and we traded tender kisses. "I was an anal sex virgin," she said. "You have deflowered me."

"So was I."

Part VI

Morning light roused me. I rolled over and faced Mae. A shaft of sunlight fell across her face and I regarded the pattern of freckles on either side of her nose. Caressing her cheek with the backs of my fingers I kissed her.

She roused. "What time did you get in last night?" I asked.

"Mmm... I'm not sure. I know it was late."

"I got tired of waiting up for you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jon. We're trying to get our project done on time."

"I thought I worked long hours for Kirk." Mae rolled to snuggle against me. "You do know what day this is," I said.

"Saturday. My day to get things done."

"It's Saturday, July third. Sunday is the Fourth.... which means Monday is the observed holiday. We have a three-day weekend."

"Hallelujah," she replied. "Except I have a boatload of chores to do."

I shook my head. "Uhn-uhn."

"No?"

"No." I kissed her lips. "Here's what we're doing... We're packing our bags and putting together a picnic dinner. Then we're getting away for two nights and three days."

"Getting away? Where?" she asked.

"Be surprised."

"What's the occasion?"

I kissed her lips. "First -- it's a three-day weekend. You've been burning an awful lot of midnight oil the past few weeks."

"No argument there," she replied.

"Second... Remember what we did last weekend?"

"Nothing. I was having my period and feeling rotten."

"Well -- that's behind us." I reached for the box of condoms. "And, so are these," I said as I tossed them into the wastebasket. "You do realize this is our first opportunity for a romantic evening since you started on your pills."

"Mmm..." Mae smiled. "You're beginning to intrigue me."

"And, finally... What's next week?"

"What? Do you mean, my birthday?"

"Exactly."

"I'm surprised you remembered it."

"I thought a three-day getaway would be a good way to celebrate it."

"I like how you think." She hooked her arm around my neck, drew my face to hers and we kissed. "Let's figure out what sort of picnic dinner we want."

It had turned into a warm day, so Mae was wearing a green sundress. She sat dozing with her head against the passenger door window as riding on the interstate made her sleepy. I sat in the driver's seat, heading North with my left hand on the wheel and my right hand on Mae's knee.

The sign for the exit appeared, so I slowed and turned toward the off-ramp. The change in road rhythm roused Mae. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Where are we?"

"State Route 3," I replied.

"How long was I asleep?"

"An hour or so. It's okay -- you need the rest. By the way -- Kyle stopped by the other day and told me how happy he is with your performance. He said you not only look professional but you act professional as well."

"I can tell which ones are Kirk's staff and which ones are contractors," she replied. "I try to emulate Kirk's staff."

"That's a smart thing to do. Kirk will take notice, too. At any rate, it sounds like you're off to a great start there. Kyle said it's such a relief to have someone who knows something about the business as well as the technology. He's pleased and so am I."

"I like hearing that, Jon. It makes me feel all ... melty inside." She watched the scenery out the windshield. "Pretty country up here."

"You should see it in the fall."

"I'll bet. How much further?"

"Another half hour or so."

Mae put her hand on mine. We locked fingers and she caressed my forearm. "Thank you, Jon."

"You're welcome. What are you thanking me for?"

"For a brand new life. You rang the bell on my apartment, walked in and gave me a brand new life ... and I like it."

"That was your doing," I replied. "I merely facilitated it."

"Then, thank you for facilitating."

I slowed and turned onto a county trunk road and then onto a private drive. Mae regarded the sign over the drive. "Bristlepine Resort," she said.

"Do you know the place?"

"Never heard of it."

"It's a big draw in these parts. It's a four-diamond resort, located on Bristlepine Lake with a renowned restaurant, spa ... golf, hiking, skiing all nearby. I brought Michelle here a couple times."

I parked in a brick-paved circle and popped the trunk. A bellman set our bags on a cart and followed me to the front desk where I picked up passcards to our room.

The bellman led us down a corridor and I unlocked the door. "This is really nice," Mae remarked as she looked around the room. It was a suite, actually, with a separate bedchamber. The bath held an oversized tub and there was a wet bar near the door. Both the sitting parlor and the bedroom overlooked Bristlepine Lake. A pair of French doors led to a private balcony off of the parlor.

Mae stepped into the bedroom. "Look at that bed," she remarked. "It looks like you need a stepladder to climb into it.

"Reminds me of yours," I replied. "Except this one has curtains hanging from the rails."

"So, what should we do?"

"Let me go down the hall and get some ice. I brought a bottle of Champagne that needs chilling. Then we can set up our picnic dinner on the balcony."

"Do you have other plans?" she asked.

"Well... This place has a Sunday brunch that's to die for. They have fireworks tomorrow on the lake. I don't think we'll be bored."

"What about tonight ... after our picnic dinner?"

"I think you have an inkling of what's in store," I replied.

Mae smiled, wrinkled her nose and bit her lip. "I do ... and I can hardly wait."

"Then, I had better go get some ice."

Mae stepped from the bathroom in a terry-cloth robe. "Look," she said, "these robes are embroidered with the resort's logo."

"Let me draw a soaking bath for you," I said and handed her a box of paper-wrapped cubes.

"Bath sugar?"

"They soften the water and have a nice fragrance. We'll toss a couple in once the water is up to temp." I opened the tap, closed the drain and began filling the tub. When the level had reached the overflow drain I turned off the tap and tossed in the bath cubes.

Mae set her basket of toiletries on the edge of the tub and slipped out of her robe. Holding onto me she stepped into the tub and eased herself into the water. "I'll do my weekly routine," she said.

"I'll be back in a little bit."

From our luggage I retrieved the plastic case holding Mae's enema equipment and carried it to the wet bar near the door. After running the water to warm it I filled the red bag with two quarts of soapy water. Then, I affixed the douche nozzle, flushed air from the hose and carried it, along with the tube of lube and the hanging cord into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Mae asked as I looped the hanging cord over the rod for the shower curtain.

I regarded her. She had slid down with only her head, knees and breasts protruding from the suds. "Have you ever taken an enema while taking a bath?" I asked.

"No. Have you?"

"No ... but I thought maybe you'd enjoy trying it."

"I was about to get out. The water's lost its heat."

"We can warm it up..." I opened the tap to run hot water into the tub and swished it around. "Feel better?"

"Yeah... That's better."

I opened the tube of lube and smeared the douche nozzle liberally with it. "Spread your legs."

Mae let her knees fall to the sides of the tub. With a big glob of lube on my finger I reached down and worked some into her orifice. "The water wants to wash it away," I remarked, "but I think we have enough." By feel rather than by sight I found her opening with the tip of the nozzle, eased it into her rectum and slid it home. "Is that okay?"

"It's okay." I snapped open the clamp. Mae parted her lips and began taking long, deep breaths, working her diaphragm and the muscles in her belly to flex her colon and help distribute the incoming enema. "This feels really good, Jon. It's flowing in really easily ... more easily than usual for a first one."

"Maybe it's because you're so relaxed."

"Maybe... Maybe it has something to do with buoyancy ... the water is supporting my abdomen." I sat on the edge of the tub and ran my hand along her thigh.

I pinched the bag. "It is going fast ... you're almost done."

"I don't feel fullness ... not like I usually do. It must be the buoyancy of the bath water."

I closed the clamp and reached down to retrieve the nozzle. "You are done." I began palpitating her belly as she lay in the tub. "I can feel fullness."

She pressed her hands on her abdomen. "So can I ... but it feels so different than usual. I like it, Jon. This was a good idea."

I began massaging her abdomen. "I like feeling the fullness and firmness in your tummy after one of these."

"I like feeling your hands on me. I'm starting to feel the soapsuds. I'd better get out."

"While the getting's good?" I gave her my hand and helped her to her feet. She stepped out of the tub and I slipped her robe around her shoulders.

She faced me, her robe open in front, embraced me and we kissed. "Let's see that tummy," I said. Mae opened her robe and I regarded the fullness in her belly.

"If you'll excuse me -- this enema is starting to want out.

I unhooked the empty bag from the cord and carried it from the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Then, I undressed and slipped into the other terrycloth robe we found in the room. Using the wet bar sink I rinsed any remaining soap from the red bag and flushed the hose and nozzle. Then I filled it to the top with warm water and carried it into the bedroom.

Sliding back the curtains around the bed I looped the hanging cord on the rail and affixed the hook. This bed was taller than Mae's at home, so I used a coat hanger to hang the bag at the proper height. Then, from my case I retrieved a small box wrapped in colorful paper.

Mae approached me in her robe rubbing her hands up and down her belly. "How did that work out?" I asked.

"Really well," she replied. "I'm all smooth and soft and hydrated from the bath and the enema was perfect..." She regarded my setup in the bedroom. "I see you're ready with enema number two."

"I just need to grab a towel," I said.

"I'll get one." Mae spread the towel on the bed, slipped out of her robe and climbed onto the mattress.

"Here," I said and handed her the box.

"What's this?"

"It's an early birthday present."

"Oh, Jon ... I thought all those clothes were an early birthday present."

"No -- those were belated presents. Open it."

She tore off the paper and opened the box. From it she took a shiny object, a bit thicker than the width of my thumb with a profile resembling a narrow ace-of-spades. One end was pointed, along the sides were rows of holes and a barbed fitting was turned on its flat base. "What is this?"

"It's an enema nozzle," I replied. "I found a guy on line who makes them. He turns them from solid aluminum ... finely polished. The shape is such it will not slip out and because it's made of aluminum it really conducts heat from the water ... or, so he says." Mae turned the object over in her fingers, her jaw dropped. "I thought you'd like to try it."

She smiled. "You know ... I think I would."

I mounted the nozzle onto the end of the hose and then flushed air from it, catching the outflow in the plastic pitcher and returning it to the reservoir. Mae lay on her left side, her knees drawn up. I coated the metal nozzle with lube and then squeezed some onto my finger to work some into Mae's anus.

"Here comes the nozzle," I said and pressed the narrow but blunted tip against her orifice. Slowly I slid it into her rectum, watching her anus expand to accept the thing's girth. Once the widest part was past her sphincter her rectum swallowed the rest whole and her orifice tightened around its narrow waist. "It's in -- how does it feel?"

"It feels ... fine ... a little big ... but, fine." She rolled onto her back, her knees bent and thighs open.

"I'll start the water," I said, opened the clamp and stopped it down a notch.

Mae's eyes popped and her jaw dropped. She drew in a breath. "Oh, Jon! It does heat up."

"Is it too warm?"

"No -- it feels good."

I knelt beside her and reached for a bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand. Holding a blob in my palm to warm it I then smeared it on her breasts and began giving them a deep massage, squeezing and pulling on her nipples.

Mae lifted her arms above her head. Her lips parted and her eyelids drooped as I worked her breasts. Her nipples were firmly erect and her deep breathing turned into panting. "Oh, God this feels so good," she panted. "I feel the sensations deep in my breasts."

"Your skin is so slick I can feel the structures of the tissues in your breasts," I remarked.

Mae began making grunting whimpers in the back of her throat as she panted. She lowered her arms and stretched them to her sides, gripping the bedspread. Her eyes closed and she clenched her jaw.

Then, she put both her hands on mine, pressing them against the soft flesh of her breasts. "Oh, Jon," she panted. "I almost had one."

"An orgasm?"

"Yeah... It was real close but slipped away. How much is left in the bag?"

I reached up and felt the bag. "About a third I think."

"Can you speed it up?" I opened the clamp the rest of the way. "Mmm... Now it's really flowing in."

Mae resumed her deliberate, deep breathing. I watched her belly rise and fall, with each exhale falling a little less as visible roundness formed from the volume of water. I sat, cross-legged, near her hips and caressed her thigh with one hand and her abdomen with the other.

Then I began running my fingers across her labia. I could see her engorged clit beginning to protrude from them "Mmm... That feels really good," she said as I stroked her clitoral shaft.

"I think you're done," I said and closed the clamp. Then I lay between her thighs, kissing them from her knees to her pussy. Spreading her labia I pressed my lips against her clit and started tonguing it.

Working my right hand underneath her leg I grasped the hilt of the nozzle. With my left I caressed her abdomen and stroked her mons with my thumb. Mae lifted her face and closed her eyes, breathing heavily through parted lips. I began working the nozzle in a circle.

Her breathing turned to loud panting. Mae placed her hand on her sternum and began stroking her nipples, alternating from left to right. She put her other hand on mine as I worked her mons and labia with my thumb. "Just a little more," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Almost ... yes ... yes... OH! GOD!"

She drew up her legs and curled forward, her face grimacing from exquisite agony. Mae panted and gasped and a flush spread over her face and neck. Her arms flailed and she pounded the mattress.

I reached under her with both hands and held her buttocks as I continued tonguing her clit. She fell back flat on her back, panting hard and then groaned and grimaced again as her legs and belly shook. "Oh, God! STOP!" she gasped.

I came up from between her thighs and kissed her lips. She covered my face with kisses. "Mmm... You taste like those bath cubes," she said.

"That's what your pussy tastes like after that soaking bath. Lift up and I'll take the nozzle out."

Grasping it by its hilt I gently drew the monster from her rectum and set it on the towel. Then I grasped her knees and rotated her so she was athwart the bed, her buttocks on the edge. Untying the belt on my robe I shucked it off my shoulders and stood, nude, between her legs. Lifting them I grasped my rock-hard shaft and rammed it into her dripping wet vagina.

Mae's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. I held her under her buttocks and pushed in deep. "Jon! You feel bigger than usual."

"You feel tighter than usual. Maybe the enema is inflating your rectum and that's squeezing you inside."

"Feels really good."

"Feels good without the condom." I put my hand on her bulging belly and began rocking my hips, pushing in and pulling back. Mae was so wet inside we made sloppy, squishing noises with each stroke. With her work schedule and the onset of her period it had been nearly two weeks since we had made love. We both had a lot of pent-up passion and in short order this passion exploded in my loins. Holding her buttocks I leaned against her as I ejaculated into her depths.

Still inside her I leaned over and caressed her round cheeks. "I love you so much, Mae," I said as I stroked her face.

"I know you do," she replied. "I know. I love you, too. But now I have to go." I eased out of her and helped her to her feet. "Come with me."

We headed into the bathroom. Mae admired her distended abdomen in the mirror, running her hands along it. "Mmm... Full belly..." She lifted the lid on the toilet and began to sit, a gush hitting the bowl before she was fully seated. I sat on the floor and caressed her foot and shin.

"I really needed this, Jon," she said. "I'm glad you insisted we do this." She expelled another long gush. "It feels so good pushing this out. I can feel my colon shrinking and relaxing." I'm going to be one mellow girl."

"Not too mellow, I hope."

Mae raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "What? You're not satisfied?"

"It's been two weeks..."

"Aside from a few quickies, you mean."

"Those don't count..."

"They don't?" she asked, petulantly.

"Well, I mean they do. I cherish any time we can be intimate. What I meant was, it's been two weeks since we've enjoyed loving, meaningful and fully satisfying lovemaking."

She smiled. "Nice save, Jon." Mae lifted her face and leaned back. She massaged her belly with both hands. Then she bore down and released another stream into the toilet.

"Don't tell me you were fully satisfied with what we just did."

"It was pretty good... I suppose I could do more. It needs to be slow and tender and gentle."

"I excel in slow, tender and gentle."

She reached to touch my face and I looked into her brilliant, blue eyes. "You are an attentive, patient and giving lover, Jon. I don't know how Michelle let you slip through her fingers."

"Maybe I learned some lessons from mistakes I made with her that I don't want to repeat with you."

"You haven't made many since I moved in," she replied, running her fingers through my hair. "I think I'm almost done here."

"I'll go straighten up in the bedroom." I took down the empty red reservoir, set it on a chair and coiled the hose. Taking the aluminum nozzle to the wet bar sink I washed it and flushed water through it before drying it and placing it in its box. After turning down the covers I retrieved the bottle of Champagne from its ice bucket and topped up our glasses.

Mae approached me, pressing her hands against her belly. "Oh, so empty and relaxed inside," she said. I handed her a glass and she sipped from it. "Still cold," she remarked.

Leading her to the sofa I sat and coaxed her onto my lap. The sun had set and a crescent moon hung in the sky over Bristlepine Lake. "This is romantic," she said.

"I wonder how many others have done what we're doing ... cuddling, nude on the sofa, sipping Champagne and enjoying the view."

"Ewww... I really don't want to think about it."

We drained our glasses. "Shall we retire to the bed chamber?" I asked.

"Oooh... Are you that eager?"

"I'm eager to kiss every inch of your body."

"Mmm... I'd like that."

Putting one arm around her shoulder blades and the other under her knees I scooped her up, carried her to the bed and set her on it. We lay beside each other trading passionate kisses. I eased her onto her back and covered her round cheeks and chin with kisses. I worked my way down, covering her shoulders and chest with soft, lingering kisses.

I lingered on her full, soft breasts, massaging her smooth areolas and firm nipples with my tongue. Then, I kissed her smooth belly, her hips and her legs, alternating from left to right. Once I reached her feet I coaxed her to roll onto her stomach.

I kissed the backs of her shapely calves and her knees. "I always thought the backs of your legs were sexy," I remarked as I kissed her thighs and covered her round buttocks with more kisses.

Lying between her legs I caressed her buttocks and spread them. I kissed between them and began rimming her, running the tip of my tongue around the crinkly pucker of her anus.

"Do you really want to do that?" she asked; then she added, "It does feel kinda good."

After thoroughly exploring her crevasse I kissed the small of her back and up her spine. "You have sexy shoulders," I remarked as I kissed her shoulder blades.

Mae flipped onto her back. I kissed her lips again and then began worshipping her breasts, kissing the softly, tonguing her areolas and gently biting her nipples. Mae held my head and caressed my hair as I nursed.

Then, I headed south again, covering her belly with kisses. "I love this tummy," I said, "whether it's flat and empty or full and bulging." I nuzzled her pubic patch and lay between her thighs. Spreading her labia I planted a kiss on her clit. "I love that little clitty ... how it stands at attention when it gets aroused." I kissed it again and began tonguing it.

"I want to do something different," she said.

"Like what?"

"Something along the lines of sixty-nine. Lie on your back."

I complied and Mae knelt over my chest. I spread her knees and adjusted a pillow under my shoulders so I could reach her pussy. Holding her thighs I started tonguing it.

Meanwhile, Mae began stroking and fondling my stiff shaft, holding it between her breasts and stroking its underside. "Nice and big and firm," she said and began smoothing her hands along my hips and thighs. "You have nice legs, too. I don't get to enjoy them enough."

I continued tonguing Mae's vulva. "This is nice," she said, "but I don't think you're in the right spot." She rolled off of me and then straddled my chest, facing me and lowered herself against my lips. By steadying herself on the headboard she positioned herself just right and I began sucking on her clit. "This is better," she said.

I ran my hands along the backs of her thighs and her buttocks, stroking her pelvic floor and crinkly anus with my fingers. Looking up I could see her arousal building in her expression, her ribs and belly heaving as her breathing deepened and turned to panting. "Just like that, Jon," she panted. "I'm almost there..."

Mae gripped her breast and pulled on it as she threw back her head, drew in a breath and released it as an unvoiced moan. I continued tonguing her clit as more orgasms washed over her. Then, she lifted from me. She straddled my hips. I held my shaft and guided it into her as she lowered herself onto me. "Mmm... You're in deep. Feels really good, Jon."

"Feels wonderful to me. There's something about the direct, physical contact of skin-on-skin that's so satisfying."

"Mmm..." She began rocking back and forth. I put my hand on her thigh so that I could press my thumb between her labia. Mae rocked her hips until she found the right spot and resumed her rocking, leaning back and supporting herself on one arm.

She began grunting as the vigor of her rocking increased. Mae held her breast in her free hand, running her thumb back and forth across her thick, fleshy nipple. "Oh, God!" she gasped. "I'm gonna come, Jon. Don't change it."

Her eyes closed, her lips pursed and her jaw clenched Mae lifted her face, drew in a breath and groaned.

At that point I added my own thrusting to the mix. Mae leaned forward, placed her hands on my chest and began drawing her nails back and forth across my nipples.

I exploded into orgasm, grunting as I pumped my fluids into her. Then, spent, I fell limp on the mattress. Mae crouched and swung her legs back, lying atop me while I was still inside her. She nuzzled my shoulder and kissed my neck. I held her across her back and buttocks, caressing her as I felt relaxation spread over her body.

We stayed like that until my erection faded to the point I slid from her. Then, she snuggled against me and I held her under my arm. "Are you going to turn off the light?" she asked.

"In a minute. I have something to say, first." I said caressing her face.

"Mmm?"

"I want to marry you. We can in this state, you know. It's perfectly legal."

"So you say. I'd like that, too, Jon. But we can't. Not while Aunt Dora is alive."

"We're adults. We can make those decisions for ourselves."

"But -- Aunt Dora would be scandalized. She's from a time and a place where it would be taboo."

"You're right, of course," I admitted. "Can we have an agreement that, at some point ... it's something we can do?"

"Yes... That is something we can do. Something we will do ... when the time is right."

"We can look for a ring."

Part VII

I pulled into my driveway on a hot and humid August afternoon and saw Mae's white 1995 Ford Aspire parked to one side. After parking my vehicle in the garage I stepped inside and found Mae in the living room. She was wearing a short, light blue cotton skirt and a yellow and blue bikini top.

"What are you doing home?" I asked.

"Kyle gave us all the afternoon off," she replied. "Our project is stalled while a vendor prepares an update for us."

"Off with pay?"

"I wish. His staff are getting off with pay, but not us contractors."

"Hmmph."

"It's okay, Jon. I've more than made up for it with overtime. Kyle also promised us that once this project is in production, no more midnight oil ... for a while, at least."

"Maybe then you could find some time to take your car into the shop and have that oil leak fixed. It is getting worse, you know."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, I know."

"I mean, I'm not trying to nag you, but..."

"You know, whenever a guy says, I'm not trying to do X, BUT ... it means he's trying to do X."

"It is making a rather ugly stain on the driveway."

"I'll buy some kitty litter and use it to soak it up. Okay?"

"That would look even uglier."

She approached me. "Well... You came home in a nasty mood. I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"I'm sorry. I always am glad to see you."

"Are you? For a moment I thought you weren't."

"Always."

"I thought you'd like what I'm wearing."

"Oh, I do." I knelt and covered her bare midriff with kisses. "I love that sexy tummy."

"Then, why were you so ... irritable?"

"I'm sorry, Mae." We embraced and I kissed her lips. "It's been a bad day. An IPO I recommended went sour and Kirk is ... irritated with me."

"I suppose I'm lucky to be insulated from that part of it," she replied.

"There's an old Scottish proverb -- the nearer the king, the nearer the gallows."

"You're not in any serious trouble ... are you?"

"Naw... It'll all blow over ... by the next sweet deal that comes through."

"Did you have plans for dinner?" she asked.

I shrugged. "The usual... I was going to call Choy's for some carryout."

"Hmm... Actually that sounds pretty good. I really wasn't in the mood to cook anything ... and it trumps pizza from the freezer."

I took my tablet from my case, powered it up and brought up Choy's carryout menu. "We can order from here."

Mae looked over the tablet and pointed. "This."

I manipulated the tablet and powered it off. "Done. I'll change and head over there -- should be ready by then."

I changed into shorts and a polo shirt and then headed to a strip mall a couple blocks away. When I returned carrying a grease-stained paper bag Mae had already set the table. We scooped rice from one carton and the entrees from others. I took a couple bottles of beer from the fridge and cracked them open.

Mae's enthusiasm for her dinner waned rapidly and she left half her portion on her plate. "I'll put this away for later," she said.

"Are you ill?" I asked. "Not feeling well? Or is it simply exhaustion?"

"It's just the usual," she said and placed her hand on her belly. "Do you know how frustrating it was to work 'til eleven ... running up against a brick wall over and over again, only to realize we found a bug in some vendor's code? Kyle spent the entire morning convincing them they had a problem."

"Then he let you go for the afternoon. Will you have a fix tomorrow?"

"We'll be lucky if we have it next week. In the meantime we'll need to figure out how to make progress without it. At least we'll have a few days without mandatory overtime."

"Since you came in so late last night," I remarked. "You didn't do your Tuesday routine. Does that mean Wednesday is the new Tuesday?"

"For this week, at least."

"Would you like me to play nursie?" I asked.

"Mmm... I love it when you play nursie. I'll go change."

"You want to start now?"

She put her hand on her belly again. "I should've fixed this earlier ... but when I got home I just wanted to vegetate for a while."

I followed Mae into the master bedroom. She handed me the case containing her equipment. "How should I prep this?" I asked.

"Just tap water ... a full bag. Without soap I need the extra pint."

"I recall one of Aunt Dora's notes -- the surest guarantee of a successful enema can be summed up in two words: sufficient volume."

I looped the hanging cord on the bed's curtain rail and then carried the case to the kitchen. I began running water in the sink to warm it up and filled the bag to the top. When I returned to the bedroom Mae was wearing her short robe. She had spread a towel on the bed and I saw the box containing the aluminum nozzle sitting on the nightstand.

I hung the bag on the cord and picked up the box. "You want to use this tonight?"

"Sure."

I affixed the metal nozzle on the hose and held it in the pitcher as I flushed air from the hose, watching water spray from the dozen outlet holes along the thing's sides.

Mae slipped out of her robe and lay, naked, on the bed on her left side. After thoroughly buttering her anal canal with lube I smeared the nozzle liberally with the slippery gel. "Ready?" I asked.

"Ready."

Spreading her buttocks I touched the tip to her opening and gently eased it into her. Once the thickest part was inside the nozzle slid into place by itself, her sphincter closed tight around it. I tugged gently on the hose. "That bad boy isn't going anywhere on its own," I remarked.

Mae rolled into Sim's position, partway on her left side. I snapped open the clamp. "Oh," she said, "nice and warm. I really like how this nozzle warms up from the heat in the water. It feels like warmth is radiating from inside my bottom throughout my abdomen." She reached for the hose and began pinching and releasing it. "I'm really impacted down low.." I watched the look of concentration on her face as she feathered the flow and modulated her breathing to coax the water deeper into her colon.

She let go of the hose. "It's flowing better, now. The water had to form channels deeper in."

I sat on the bed and caressed her full but firm thigh and her round bottom. Mae glanced at the bag -- it was down about a third. "Close the clamp," she said and rolled onto her back.

I handed the hose to her. "Maybe you want to manage the clamp," I said.

She snapped it open and resumed her deliberate breathing. "I love feeling the warmth invading my belly," she said, running her hands along her abdomen. "And the heat from the nozzle ... the fullness... So arousing..."

"I love it when you talk dirty like that," I remarked.

"I'm sure you do." Mae closed the clamp and rolled partway to her right. "This is a trick I figured out," she said. "When I'm impacted like this, holding the water softens it and makes it easier to expel. If I pause before all the water is in, it's a lot easier to hold it." She reached for me. I lay beside her and we kissed. "Jon ... get me off."

I lay alongside her and caressed the inside of her thigh. Mae lifted her left knee to open herself to me. When I reached her labia I worked my finger into her slit and began stroking the hard lump of her clitoral glans. "Hold me," she said.

I put my arm under her and held her tightly, looking into her round face and blue eyes. "Mmm... I like this," she said and caressed my face.

"I love looking into those blue eyes of yours," I said as I stroked her. Mae's jaw slackened and her gaze grew vacant as her arousal built. She gathered her ample breast in her hand and held her nipple against my lips. I teased it with my tongue and drew it into my mouth to nurse, synchronizing my sucking with my stroking on her clit.

Mae had held the clamp in her right hand. She began working it, admitting more of the enema into her rectum. Her breathing grew heavy and noisy and she began rhythmically arching her back. I could feel her heartbeats through her flesh, increasing in speed and strength.

"OH!" she gasped, lifted her face and let out a strangulated cry through clenched teeth. "Enough!"

She rolled onto her back and ran her hands along the curves of her distended abdomen as her panting slowed. I looked at the bag -- it was empty and I realized she had modulated the flow of the last third of the enema to increase her arousal and amplify her climax. I picked up the hose and closed the clamp.

Mae drew in a breath and released it as a contented sigh. She closed her eyes and made a slight smile. "That felt really good. Massage my tummy?"

I knelt on the mattress and began a gentle circular massage of her firm and rounded abdomen. "Is it working?"

"It is. Actually I like using that big nozzle. I don't have to worry about leaking."

"Sort of like a butt plug," I remarked as I massaged her belly for a second and third time.

"Sort of... I think I'm ready."

"Let me take that thing out of you..." Mae lifted her knees. Grasping the base of the nozzle I gently eased it from her. Giving her a hand I helped her to her feet. She faced me and we kissed. "It all felt really, really good," she said. "I needed it after the past couple of days."

"That tummy looks pretty sexy," I remarked.

"It is pretty big," she said, admiring it in the mirror. "If you'll excuse me..."

Mae closed the bathroom door. I took down the empty fountain syringe and its hanging cord and folded the towel. I pulled the nozzle from the hose, carried it to the kitchen and washed it in the sink. Back in the bedroom I returned the nozzle to its box and turned down the bedcovers. Then I stripped to my briefs and slid between the sheets. I sat up, supported by the headboard and waited for her to emerge from the bathroom.

She stepped in and lifted her arms. "Mmm... I feel so much better."

"I'm glad to help."

"See how flat?" She turned sideways to me and stroked her abdomen.

"You have a sensational body," I remarked. "Come here..."

She approached the bed. I patted the mattress between my legs and she sat between them, her back against my chest. I held her against me and kissed the base of her neck. "Mmm... Feels nice..." she whispered.

I gathered her soft, full breasts in my palms and began lazily stroking my thumbs across her nipples. Looking down over her shoulder I watched as they firmed and became erect.

Mae squeezed my thigh and let out a soft sigh each time my thumbs crossed her breasts. "Oh," she purred, "your pacing is just right. It's like you can sense when I need more."

"I sense it and give it to you?"

"Uhn-uhn. You sense it and then you know how long to let me anticipate it ... which makes it feel even stronger. Mmm..." Her thighs began to jerk with each stroke. Mae put her hand low on her belly. "I feel it here ... in my womb."

"Not in your clit?"

"Oh, there, too for sure."

I slid my hand along her thigh, coaxing her to lift her knee. Then, I began slowly stroking her labia and clit with the same lazy cadence I was using on her breast.

Mae drew in a deep breath and let it out as a long, contented sigh. "Feels really good, Jon," she said softly. "Really good..."

She sat forward and turned around, kneeling between my legs. Mae put her arms around my neck and we began kissing and tonguing each other's mouth. I slid my hand down so I could work my thumb between her labia and began vigorously massaging her clit.

Mae pressed her mouth against mine, holding my face tight against hers. She was breathing rapidly through her nose as she probed my mouth with her tongue. Soon she was panting through her nose, her legs quivering as I pounded my thumb against her clit.

Suddenly she broke away, gasping and moaning. I lifted my hand and she fell against me, panting to regain her breath.

"Good one?" I asked.

"Mmm... Good one," she replied.

Mae rolled off of me and onto her back. She lifted her knees to spread her thighs and opened her arms to me.

I knelt between her legs and slid my shaft into her. Then, I swung my feet under me and lifted her buttocks so I was sitting up with her bottom in my lap and my manhood sunk deep into her womanhood. In this posture I could caress her smooth belly and run my thumbs through her pubic tangle.

With the tip of my thumb I again began stimulating her clit. Mae's belly jerked from the stimulation. I eased back on my pressure and gradually increased it again.

Mae lay limp and flat, her arms outstretched. I continued rubbing her clit and caressing her belly, now and then fingering her navel. I could see her ribs moving as her breathing turned deep and heavy. Then, she lifted her hand, placed it on her breast and stroked her nipple.

Her breathing grew noisy as I drove her toward orgasm. Mae squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. She let out a moan, panted and moaned again.

I grasped her hips with both hands and began a rapid in-out with her. In short order my heart was racing and I grunted as I sprayed my sperm into her.

She lay beside me and cuddled. I switched off the light and pulled the covers over us. Lying in the dark with her beside me I savored the sweet exhaustion that comes after.

"Jon?"

"What?"

"I had a call from Aunt Dora today."

"Oh? What did Aunt Dora want?"

"She wants to see us. She wants us to visit her."

I drew in a breath and released it slowly. "You know how hard it is for me to break away," I finally said.

"Not as hard as you say it is," she replied. "How long have you worked for Kirk?"

"About six years."

"How much vacation do you have?"

"Ten days a year ... fifteen if you count sick leave."

"And, how many do you take?"

"I took a few to get you."

"Over the past six years -- how many vacation days have you taken?"

"I usually have a few left over," I admitted. "Now, it's going to be harder for you to get time off."

"Aunt Dora thought maybe we could visit over the Labor Day weekend. It's a three-day weekend for us."

"Yeah ... I know. I really don't want to waste a three-day weekend traveling ... especially on a holiday. The airports will be packed with people."

"Aunt Dora isn't getting any younger." Mae replied. "She'll be ninety soon."

"Which is it? We can't announce our engagement because Aunt Dora will practically live forever; on the other hand, we need to visit her soon because she's going to fail any day now."

"Aunt Dora is as healthy, vital and mentally sharp as anyone her age. But, when you reach your late eighties, even a simple illness or minor injury can turn serious in a hurry. Aunt Dora really wants to see you again, Jon. She wants to thank you in person for helping me."

I drew in another breath. "Travel there is a nightmare. You know how difficult it is to find flights out of here and into there ... and, vice-versa. We'll end up going to Columbus via ... Las Vegas or Dallas-Fort Worth or some other out-of-the-way hub."

"I found flights," she replied. "We change planes once in Cleveland. The leg to and from Columbus is a turboprop..."

"You know I hate turboprops," I protested.

"It's only a short hop. We can leave right after work on Friday and be in Columbus by eight-thirty."

"It'll be nine, nine-thirty by the time we get to the house."

"Stop whining. The return flight leaves Columbus at eight-thirty on Monday and we can be home by noon. That leaves Saturday and Sunday to spend with her. That can't possibly be too much for you, Jon." I lay, gritting my teeth. "I can pay for the tickets."

"You need to save your money," I replied.

"With all the overtime, I'm doing okay. That promissory note you wrote? Have I missed a payment?"

"No, you haven't. You should use the money to fix your car."

"What's more important to you, Jon? That spot on your driveway or fixing your relationship with the woman who raised you as her own and who loves you like a mother? Why do you resist going there so?"

"Yes. You're right. We'll make the trip. Call Dora in the morning and give her the news."

"I've already promised her." She kissed my cheek. "I knew I could convince you. I knew you'd agree."

"Right... Give me the flight details and I'll have Cory book them using Kirk's corporate account. We'll save some money and maybe get better seats. We can straighten up with Kirk later." Mae cuddled closer to me and kissed my chest.

"Kirk will let you do that?"

"Kirk probably wouldn't even notice."

Part VIII

I picked up the keys to a rental car at Port Columbus International and headed to the lot. Opening the trunk of a black Chrysler I set my bag and Mae's inside. Then, I got behind the wheel and started the motor.

"Would you like me to drive?" Mae asked.

"I know the way."

"Can you find it in the dark?"

"I could find it blindfolded." I took the I270 loop to I71 and headed to the southwest.

"What I don't understand is," she said, "why you resisted this trip so."

I drew in a breath and sighed. "I guess ... Staying away became ... comfortable to me. I didn't want to have to explain..."

"Aunt Dora won't care. She'll just be so happy to have you home."

When we reached State Route 62 I turned onto it until we reached the hamlet of Derby. Then, onto local roads until I pulled into the gravel drive of the light green farmhouse we both grew up in.

Aunt Dora met us at the door. She was a slender woman with sad, brown eyes that lit up upon seeing us. She embraced me and held me tight. "Jon -- I am so happy to see you." She turned to Mae. "Mae -- you're looking good. Have you lost weight?"

"About twenty-five pounds," Mae replied.

"You look wonderful. You both do. I knew you'd be arriving late so I didn't make a dinner. Have you eaten?"

"We had burgers at the airport," I replied.

"Now, you probably want to turn in. You know where your rooms are."

I carried the bags upstairs and switched on the light in my room. It had been a warm day and the room was stuffy so I pulled at the window until the lower sash relented and I could raise it.

Mae turned on the light in her room and opened her window. I surveyed the place. Mae had been right -- it was just as I had left it, over a decade ago.

I stepped across the hall and dropped Mae's bag in her room. "I always wondered," I said, "why I have this dinky twin bed that's little more than a cot while yours is full-sized."

"Aunt Dora told me that, when I came into the house she didn't have a bed for me. So, she bought one that she thought I could take with me when I moved out."

"Sort of part of a trousseau," I remarked.

"Sort of."

"Come here..." I gestured her into my room and crawled under my desk. "If I crouch down and use this..." I showed her the toy periscope. "I can see right into your room."

She regarded me, mouth open. "Why, you little ... pervert."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I would've been if I had known. Too much time has passed. To much has changed."

I eased from under the desk. "I'm going to turn in," I said.

"Mmm... So am I." We embraced and kissed. "See you in the morning."

Mae headed across the hall and closed her door. I closed mine and stripped to my briefs; then I turned off the light and lay in my childhood bed. I could hear the nighttime song of crickets and katydids in the trees as a gentle evening breeze wafted through the open window.

Some time passed and the house grew quiet. I had heard Aunt Dora climbing the stairs to her room and now the place was silent.

I crept out of bed and quietly opened my door. Then, I sneaked across the hall and opened the door to Mae's room -- none of the bedroom doors in the house had locks on them. "Mae?" I whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Now I am," she replied. "Jon! What are you doing in here."

"I couldn't sleep. I got lonely. Can I join you?"

"Jon -- I am too tired and this is neither the time nor place for any monkey business."

"Just to cuddle."

"What if Aunt Dora finds us?"

"I closed my door. I'll just sneak back into my room in the morning."

She slid over and I slipped between her covers. Mae was wearing one of her mid-thigh length sleep tees. She cuddled against me. "Mmm... This does feel good, Jon. Good night."

I stood in the farmhouse kitchen drying dishes that Mae handed to me. We had spent the day walking the property with Aunt Dora. Years ago it had been a working farm but now the fields were overgrown with stag horn sumac and the barn was falling into disrepair.

Later we looked through photo albums at pictures of Mae and me as children. Dusk had fallen and we were finishing up the dishes.

"I'm going to take my soaking bath," Mae announced and headed up the stairs. I sat in the living room with Aunt Dora.

"I'm pleased you and Mae seem to have settled your differences," she said.

"Yes. I have a renewed appreciation of how Mae has developed. She's turned into a remarkable young woman. I know her boss from work and he's very happy with her performance."

"I'm pleased to hear it," Dora replied. "I'm very appreciative of how you helped her get back on her feet."

"That was really nothing..."

"Nothing? Mae told me you loaned her more than thirty thousand."

"Blood money," I replied.

"What do you mean? I'm not following."

"I had been tracking L and H for a while before Allied bought them out. I had no idea at the time that Mae worked for them. Allied's tender turned a tidy profit for Kirk's firm and he made sure everyone on that deal received a slice of the pie. In retrospect, I have a different opinion of Allied."

"How so?"

"After the merger, Allied decided they had no need for two Information Technology departments ... so they simply cut loose everyone from the old L and H organization. Had they been truly forward thinking, they would've pooled the two departments and identified the strongest performers in each. They could've built a best-of-breed IT organ. Instead, they opted for the status quo. I've revised my appraisal of Allied from positive to neutral-to-negative."

"I see. I don't fully understand what your job entails, but I'm getting the gist."

"I thought, seeing as how they treated Mae, that some of what I made on that merger should be used to get her established."

"I know she's very happy now. The way things were headed really frightened me for her."

"Jon!" I heard Mae calling from upstairs. "Jon! Can you help me?"

"I'll be right back."

I headed upstairs and found Mae in her robe standing in her room and holding the bulging enema bag. "I need your help. There's no place to hang this. Can you hold it up?"

"Sure."

I took the bag from her. Mae slipped out of her robe and lay, nude on her bed. She picked up the tube of lube and worked some into her bottom. I handed her the hose with the douche nozzle attached and watched as she eased it into her anus. Then, she rolled into Sim's position. She reached for the hose and held the clamp. "Okay -- hold it up."

"Like this?" I held the bag above my shoulder level.

"That's good." She opened the clamp and began taking long, deep breaths while regulating the flow.

"This thing's heavy," I remarked.

"It should be getting lighter." Mae closed the clamp, rolled onto her back and opened it again. I watched as the bag emptied and her belly filled. I could see her abdomen getting bigger.

Finally, she rolled onto her right side. Gravity caused the enema to flow into wide, uppermost part of her colon and that made the distention in her abdomen plainly obvious.

The bag emptied with a soft gurgle. "You're done," I said and began to set the bag down.

"Let me shut the clamp first." Mae snapped it shut and then filched the nozzle from between her buttocks. She rolled onto her back. "Massage my tummy?"

I knelt on the bed and pressed my fingers against her full and firm abdomen, working the enema into the kinks and turns of her colon. "You know I love that sexy tummy of yours." I made one pass from the lower left quadrant of her abdomen, up, across above her navel and then down. Then, I made a second and a third. "There. How's that."

"Mmm... Thanks. It really helps the enema start working." I helped her stand. We embraced and kissed; then she slipped back into her robe. "I have to go, now," she whispered. "Tell Aunt Dora I'll be down in a few minutes."

I strolled down the stairs hoping the powerful erection the proceedings in Mae's room had given me wouldn't be too obvious. Sitting across from Aunt Dora I put my left ankle on my right knee and my hands in my lap.

"Is everything okay up there?" Dora asked.

"Oh, yeah. Mae just needed some help ... finding something. She said she'll be down in a few."

"As I was saying, Jon... I don't fully understand the job you do."

"I'm an investment analyst. I research companies and identify those worthy of our investment ... and those not so worthy..."

Mae came down the stairs in her mid-thigh length sleep tee. I regarded her from head to toe -- how the cotton fabric clung to her breasts, how I could almost discern the twin charms of her bosom ... her full but shapely thighs and legs.

She approached Aunt Dora. "Good night," she said. "See you in the morning."

Dora regarded her. "I like your hair short like that. When did you cut it?"

"While I was working for the bank."

"It's cute."

Mae and Dora embraced. "Good night, my dear," Dora said. I watched her ascend the stairs, regarding the backs of her legs and how her sleep shirt clung to her buttocks.

"Maybe I'll get ready for bed, too," I said, feigning a yawn.

"Good night, Jon. I'll make some bacon and buckwheat pancakes for breakfast."

"Those are my favorites," I said and headed up the stairs. I stepped into my room and stripped to my briefs. Then, quietly closing my door behind me I went across the hall to Mae's room and opened the door.

She was standing near her bed. "Jon -- what do you want?"

"You know what I want," I said. "I know you want it, too."

"What do you mean?"

"I have wanted to fuck you in this room ... in this bed ... ever since I was a teenager. I know your mind, Mae. I know you want it, too."

I approached her and she backed from me. "No, Jon. Not now. Not here."

"Why would you ask me to help with that enema? You know what it does to me."

"There was no place to hang it and I wasn't about to ask Aunt Dora."

"When I used to spy on you with my little periscope, watching you made me so horny I could barely stand it. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd have come in here and had my way with you."

"Jon... Please..."

"I know you're turned on by them." She continued to back away until stopped by her desk. I embraced her and kissed her lips, caressing her back and bottom through the fabric of her nightgown. "I know the fact I'm turned on watching you is arousing to you. I know you want it, Mae. Don't deny it."

Mae relented and we kissed long, passionate kisses. "Yes," she admitted. "I've wanted this. What if Aunt Dora walks in on us?"

"Is that likely? Isn't she more likely to respect our privacy as adults?"

"I don't know. I hope so. I'm afraid she still thinks of us as fourteen-year-olds." She pressed her finger against my lips. "We'll need to be quiet," she whispered.

"I know Dora's hearing isn't as acute as it once was," I whispered in return.

I could hear Aunt Dora's footfalls on the stairs and in the hallway outside Mae's room. Then I heard the door to her bedroom close. With that, I grasped the hem of Mae's nightshirt and raised it. Mae held her arms up so I could lift it from her and I tossed it on the back of her desk chair. Underneath she wore only a pair of powder-blue briefs. I scooped her up and placed her on her bed. She sat on her heels on her mattress. I pushed her against her headboard, pressed my lips to hers and began fondling her breasts.

Mae forced her tongue into my mouth and we were breathing together, sharing each other's airways. I broke free long enough to moisten my fingers on my tongue before Mae held me behind my neck and pressed her mouth to mine.

Slipping my hand under the waistband of her briefs and past her pubic patch I worked my finger into her slit, found her firm little love bud and massaged it vigorously. With my other hand I squeezed her breast and nipple while she held me tight around my shoulders and continued forcing her tongue against mine.

Her breathing turned to panting. She broke free, gasping as I stroked her clit. Mae lifted her face, drew in a breath and bit her thumb to stifle herself as she came. I softened my stroking for a moment and then increased my pressure on her clit. Another orgasm washed over her and a pink flush spread across her face.

She reached down, grasped my wrist and pulled my hand from her briefs. Then, she lay on her back, lifted her hips and slid them from her legs.

I knelt between her thighs and was about to push into her. "Jon! This bed squeaks!"

"We'll use the floor."

"I'm not going to lie on the floor," she protested. I coaxed her to stand and faced her.

"Jump up," I said, grasping her buttocks. I lifted and held her, then set her onto my almost painfully stiff organ. Mae held me around my shoulders and I held her thighs and buttocks.

She wrapped her legs around me and kissed my lips. "This feels really good ... really different. I like how you feel inside me."

"I like how I feel inside you, too." Holding her buttocks I began bouncing her up and down.

Mae contributed her own effort to our humping. "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn..." she grunted as the vigor of her movements increased. Shortly I was at the point of no return. I held her tight and thrust my hips upward as my own climax peaked. "I felt that," she said.

Mae climbed into her bed. I switched off the light and slid between the sheets beside her. We snuggled and cuddled. "I still feel it," she said.

"What's it feel like?"

"Like you're still inside me."

"I did leave some of me inside you. Maybe that's what you're feeling."

"Mmm... Feels really good. I feel really mellow, now."

"Oh, Mae... I have always wanted to do this," I said.

"I know. So have I."

"One thing to cross off our bucket list," I remarked and kissed the top of her head.

"Mae ... Mae..." I heard Dora's voice. Then I heard the knob on her bedroom door turn. The lights switched on. "Mae..."

Dora stood in the doorway and a long moment of deafening silence ensued. "Well," she finally said, coldly, "I see you two have worked out your differences better than I had imagined. My apologies for barging in." She switched off the lights and closed the door.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"I'd better go talk to her," Mae said.

"I'd better go to my room."

"You stay right here. No sense locking the barn door after the horse has bolted."

Mae stood and slipped back into her sleep tee. She headed out the door and down the hallway to Dora's room. Shortly, she returned.

"Well?" I asked.

"She said we can talk in the morning."

"I'm so sorry, Mae," I said. "I let my dick to my thinking for me. That happens to me now and then."

"It's all right, Jon. Don't beat yourself up. It does take two to tango, after all."

"I know I'm not going to get any sleep," I said. "We need to figure out how to spin this."

"We're not going to spin it, Jon," Mae replied. "We are going to tell her the truth. Now, try to get some sleep."

"Right..."

It was a miserable night. I'd nearly fall asleep when pangs of guilt would wash over me and I'd be wide-awake again. I hated the thought of Dora's disapproval. I hated the thought that we had disappointed her. Scandalized was the word Mae had used. What bothered me most was the notion that Dora would blame herself for whatever moral failing had led to this incestuous behavior ... even though we both were certain it was nothing of the sort. Now I truly regretted letting my little head overrule my big one.

The wee hours seemed to creep by. By the time dawn came I had finally fallen asleep. The sound of a barking dog coming through the open window roused me. The smell of coffee wafted under the bedroom door.

Mae roused and slipped into her sleep tee. "I'm going to take a shower," I said, "and then have a word with Aunt Dora."

"Go take your shower," she replied, "but we are going to confront her together."

"Right..."

I showered and dressed. Mae slipped into her robe and holding hands we descended the stairs to the kitchen. Without a word Dora poured two cups of coffee and set them on the kitchen table. We sat together on one side and Dora sat across from us.

"I suppose what I saw makes sense," Dora said, finally. "When you were living here, you were constantly nicking at each other. When you walked in the door Friday night, I could tell something had changed."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It was obvious ... the way you look at each other. When one of you walks into a room, it's as if to the other, the earth stops turning on its axis for a moment. There's something between you that's so strong as to be palpable."

"It's true," Mae said.

"We love each other," I added. "You raised us as if we were brother and sister. By the time I was in Junior High, I realized I didn't want Mae as my sister. I wanted her as my lover ... and that was impossible ... which made the situation unbearable."

"I realize now I felt the same way," Mae interjected.

"That's the reason we bickered. It was the only way the ... tension ... could be dissipated. And, that was why I had to leave."

"When I moved in with Jon," Mae added, "we found we could let those feelings out in the open. We could direct those emotions how they wanted to be directed ... toward loving each other -- romantically and physically. The depth of the passion I felt startled and frightened me at first. Now, it feels normal and natural, as if it always were meant to be. Jon has asked me to marry him."

"And, you accepted?" Dora asked.

"Of course I have."

"It can't happen. It's ... not allowed. If someone were to challenge you, it would be declared null and void."

"Here in Ohio, maybe," I said. "But the laws are not everywhere the same. If you cross two state lines, you're in a land where cousins can marry and enjoy all the rights and privileges of union. And, that union would have to be recognized and accepted, right here." I put my finger down on the table.

"I suppose same-sex marriage is legal in that state, too?"

"It has been, since fairly recently," I replied. "Cousin marriage has always been legal ... ever since the state was one of the original thirteen colonies."

"The love we share and how we can express it," Mae said, "has fulfilled me as a woman in a way I never expected. I feel whole ... happy ... loved. Jon and I trust each other implicitly with our minds, our hearts, our lives and our bodies. It's wonderful. I have never been happier."

"And, neither have I," I added.

Dora sat and regarded us, her sad eyes brimming. Tears started rolling down her face. "Oh, God, Aunt Dora," Mae pleaded. "Please don't cry."

"It is such a different world, nowadays," Dora remarked and wiped her eyes. She turned and stalked out of the room. Mae looked at me and mouthed the words, "Now what?"

I heard Dora's footfalls returning to the kitchen, so I held up one finger.

Dora stepped in, carrying a small, wooden box which she set on the table. "You know, once I was young and pretty like you are, Mae. Would you believe that?"

"I would," Mae replied.

"And, like you, I was in love." Dora grasped the box and slid open its lid. From it she took a photograph, brown and faded that looked as if it had been taken in the thirties. She set it before us. "This is Donald," she said. "He was three years older than I ... and he was the only man I ever loved; and he loved me. And... Donald and I were cousins ... first cousins."

"What happened to him?" Mae asked.

"Pearl Harbor. Like many young men of the day, he enlisted." She removed another photograph from the box. "Here he is in his uniform. It's the last image I have of him. He ended up serving with Patton in Africa. He never returned." Dora removed a small, velvet-covered box and opened it. "This is his Silver Star ... awarded posthumously."

"Aunt Dora," I said, "I had no idea..."

"Unlike you," she continued, "we couldn't consummate our love. That was a time when ... if you wished to live together, if you wanted to sleep with someone ... and if you valued your respectability ... you had better be married. We knew we couldn't get married. If we had known we could've simply gone to New York or New Jersey to do the deed... It would have been so different for us. So different..."

"Oh, Aunt Dora," Mae exclaimed. We both stood and embraced her as she sobbed.

"If only Donald and I could've held each other in our arms as husband and wife before he shipped out ... if we had only known, we would've ... we loved each other that much. If we had known, we'd have done it in a heartbeat."

We huddled as three until Dora began to regain her composure. "I am so happy for you both," she said, wiping tears from her face. "And, envious, too."

"You never found another man?" Mae asked. "You never looked?"

"How could I? Who could have replaced Donald?" She shook her head. "I went into training as a nurse ... to dedicate myself to helping others. Then, you came along, Jon ... and, later you, Mae ... and I had my hands full." She sat and began replacing the items in her box. "Have you two set a date?"

"Not yet," I said. "You see... Mae is working at my firm, but she's not an associate. She's a contractor and she has a one-year contract with an option for extending it a second year. I know Kyle -- our IT manager and her boss -- is very happy with the job she's doing. At the end of the second year, if everything works out, he will make a case for hiring her full-time. My firm has a strong anti-nepotism policy and we don't want to create the impression she received any favoritism."

"I see," Dora replied.

"Since we're cross-cousins and have different last names, no one at my office knows we're related. They just think we're childhood acquaintances. Once the job issue is resolved ... then we can think about setting a date."

"No matter when we can set a date," Mae added, "we don't want a big, overblown event. We want a simple, civil ceremony ... with a few friends."

"Well, I certainly hope you'll invite me," Dora said.

"Of course. Of course we will."

"Have you thought about starting a family?" Dora asked.

"We have talked about it," I replied. "That's a ways off."

"You do understand the risks."

"We do," Mae replied. "We understand our children will have an increased risk of genetic problems."

"It's only a slight increase," I added, "an extra one or two percent. With today's screening, we think we can avoid any serious problems."

"Inbreeding can amplify bad traits," Dora remarked, "but I think it also can amplify good ones."

"I'm so relieved," Mae said. "I was sure you'd be upset."

"Upset? Children, I am delighted for you. I look at you two and you look so right together." Dora stood and set her box on the counter. "Now, I can start making breakfast, if you'd like."

"I'll take a quick shower and get dressed," Mae said and headed up the stairs.

Dora regarded me for a long moment. "I always knew you'd do all right by her, Jon. I always knew it."

I carried our bags out and placed them in the trunk of the rented Chrysler. Dora approached me and handed me a small, velvet box. "What's this?" I opened the box and saw a gold ring with a single diamond.

"This is your grandmother's engagement ring," she said. "She gave it to your dad when he proposed to your mom. After they died in the plane crash, we had them buried with their wedding rings ... but I thought it appropriate to save this ... as an heirloom. Your parents had promised to pass it along to you, when you were ready to propose."

"I never knew anything about this. You know, this will be my second marriage."

"Understood. I never knew Michelle. I never met her. You were married and divorced and I never laid eyes on her."

"I guess I knew you wouldn't have approved of her ... and that should've been a red flag for me from the start."

"Hold onto that ring until the time is right," Dora said. "Believe me -- you could not have picked a better woman than Mae ... nor she a better man."

Mae stepped out of the house and joined me as I closed the trunk. "I wish we could stay longer," she said.

"So do I," I added.

"Will you come for Thanksgiving?"

"I'll have to see if I can take the Friday after off," I said.

"Of course you can," Mae interjected. "How much trading gets done on the Friday after Thanksgiving?"

"True, true... Then, let's plan on it."

"Oh, I would love to have you two home for Thanksgiving. I can't wait."

Dora embraced us each in turn. I climbed behind the wheel and Mae sat beside me. I started the engine and headed toward the town road connecting to the state highway.

"Well," I remarked.

"Well, what?" Mae asked.

"That did not turn out how I expected it would."

"Me, neither. It turned out way better than I ever expected."

"Same here. It almost feels like we've been granted dispensation to have our cake and eat it, too." I snorted. "I thought the reason Dora was never married was because she was a closeted lesbian or something. It never dawned on me that she could've experienced something like we have."

"Maybe it runs in the family," Mae remarked.

"Maybe it does."

I regarded her. "What are you looking at?" she asked.

"You. Mae ... my cousin, my friend ... my lover and someday my wife. I love you so much."

"I know you do, Jon. I know. I love you, too."

THE END