Thanks for reading my story. It turned out to be a very long one kind of taking a life of its own. As with all my stories, it contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas. If that offends you please read no further. The story is very incestuous. If that offends you, please read no further. And finally, if the way I write offends you, please read no further. And for the rest, I hope you enjoy it. PS. There is no such thing as a colon scrubber enema.
Chapter 1
Brandy could hear the soft sobbing the minute she opened the door. Cautiously she walked toward the living room where she found her mom, Carol sitting on the couch. Walking quietly across the room she sat down beside her mother and looked into her tear-soaked face.
"What's wrong mom?" she asked glancing at the papers sitting on the coffee table.
"It's your Grand Ma. She had a massive coronary last week and died before anyone could get to her," Carol said between sobs.
"We just saw her a couple of months ago! Why didn't they call?" Brandy asked feeling her anger starting to rise.
"Because of her instructions, I would imagine. She always said that if she was dead there was no need to get all excited, it wasn't going to help anything. So they told us by mail," Carol said. "All that we can do is what she wished. I know she wanted to be cremated. She always said the earth didn't need another dead body to hold," she added.
Brandy was looking through the papers. "It says here that we need to meet with Mr. Peterson. I guess that must be her lawyer," she said. "We should probably go in the morning," she added.
They pulled into the small town of Bennet at 9:00 and found Mr. Peterson's office with the help of Google maps. They were greeted by a cheerful receptionist and 5 minutes later were sitting across from an elderly gentleman. "Emily's wishes were pretty simple," he was saying. "She has cremated 2 days ago. And she also wanted everything she owned to go to you. The house on Wilber road and the $87,000.00 in her account now belong to you. You can pick up her remains at Jeffers Funeral Home. We are so sorry for your loss and we are all going to miss Emily," he said with a soft smile on his face.
It was almost a 20-minute drive to Wilber road. The money in the bank had been a pleasant surprise but the sadness could still be felt between the 2 of them. The big colonial-style house had been Emily's pride and joy and it was in good repair. Set back in several acres of large maple trees privacy was not an issue. She had been a strict country nurse in her working days. Her husband and Carol's father had been a MASH doctor that had not made it home from Viet Nam.
The house sounded hollow and empty as they walked through looking into the rooms. All was neat and clean downstairs. Upstairs were several large bedrooms All showing a light film of dust except for the main bedroom which had been Emily's. A huge private bathroom stood connected by a door. A shining toilet stood next to a shining bidet against the wall. Carol felt her heart quicken as she remembered the warm water spraying against her young rectum years ago. The huge shower made Brandy wonder just a bit. You could easily fit four people into it with ease.
Carol stood at the back of the hallway looking up the last flight of stairs. Up those stairs and down the short hall was the tower room. Carol knew what was in that room but she knew Brandy had no idea. Taking a deep breath she started up one step at a time feeling Brandy right behind her. There was a thin layer of dust on the hardwood maple floor and they could tell no one had been up there for some time.
The heavy wooden door swung open slowly with a slight squeak and they stepped inside. The room was in need of a good cleaning and smelled closed up. The shades over all the windows were closed so no sunlight came through. The huge table was in the middle of the room where Carol remembered it being. There was a huge mirror mounted on the wall and a curtained changing area to the right of the door.
Several doors could be seen on the wall and a huge wardrobe closet stood against the wall also. Carol walked over to the windows and pulled the shades up on each of them. The room was filled with light instantly. The left two doors would be storage rooms if she remembered right. The third door would be a small bathroom with a single toilet in it. Opening each she affirmed what she had remembered.
Carol stood in front of the huge wardrobe for several seconds before reaching for the door knobs. She already knew what she was going to find inside but it might be a bit of a shock to Brandy. Pulling the knobs she let the doors swing open. The smell of latex rubber filled their noses. Over 30 rubber bags hung inside. They differed in size and color. From small bags to three huge amber bags that hung on the end. Hoses hung from the bottoms of each of the bags. Rows of shelves lined each side of the hanging bags.
"Holy shit, what was Grand Ma into?" Brandy asked trying to process what she was seeing.