I love being a nurse. All my life I have wanted to help others, and nursing provides endless opportunities to do just that. At first I thought about being a surgical nurse because the work would be really interesting, but then it dawned on me that most of my patients would be indisposed – not the type of situation that lends itself to satisfying patient relationships. The perfect solution was pediatric nursing. Working with kids is exceedingly gratifying, and most of them are healthy. I feel like I can help make a difference, and the typical broken bones and diseases of childhood aren't usually serious or depressing.
Working with adolescent kids is my most gratifying role. Kids that are down on themselves because they are overweight or feeling ugly need a sympathetic ear. But the greatest need is for someone to help them get through the nightmare of sexual development. Believe me, when you're a teen faced with raging hormones, feelings of inadequacy and guilt, you really need a confidant. This situation is where I can often be of most help. I find that the kids (even the boys) respond to my empathetic style. But it never occurred to me that one of the people who would be seeking my council was my little brother!
His name is Bernard. The poor kid got saddled with that moniker because it also happens to belong to my dad. My mom reluctantly agreed to the name on the condition we promised to call him something a little more contemporary. At any rate, that turned out to be "The Beemer". Don't ask me why.
The Beemer was 20 years old and living at home over the summer while he was on break from college. To be honest, he's drop-dead gorgeous. He has a cute face, tight abs and dirty blond hair that make him a hit with the chicks. He's really a nice guy too. Just about everybody (including me) likes the Beemer.
I had seen him just last weekend at the folk's house. They had some people over for a cookout and the Beemer and his latest girlfriend, Sally, were there. I liked Sally too. Maybe a bit uptight, but she was a perky brunette with a sweet demeanor and a nice body. I could see why the Beemer was attracted to her.
I didn't think too much about it at the time, but the Beemer seemed preoccupied. He's usually the life of the party, but was unusually quiet that day. I figured maybe he and Sally were feuding, so I just shrugged it off. Boy was I wrong.
The next morning about 10:00 the phone in my apartment rang. "Hey Sissy, you got a minute?"
It sounds ridiculous, but the Beemer has called me that silly name his whole life. Fortunately, he's the only one who does.
"Sure Beemer, what's up?"
"Well, you work with older kids – I mean as patients and stuff, right?"
"Sure Beemer, I work with kids all the way from babies to people about your age."
"And do you, I mean, sometimes, is one of the things you talk about, you know, like how they should be taking good care of themselves and stuff?"
"I guess, but I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. Why don't you just spit it out?"
"Well, I mean, like checking out their bodies to be sure nothing is, you know, going wrong?"
I decided to take a stab at what he was trying to ask me.
"You mean things like breast and testicular self-examinations? Is that what you're trying to get at?"
"Um, I guess so. Well, I was kinda wondering if you know enough about that stuff to tell the kids what they should be looking for – you know, how to tell if something is wrong."
"You mean lumps and stuff like that?"
"Yea, I guess. I mean do you know what something like that would feel like?"
"Guilty as charged, Bro. In fact, that's one of the things I do all the time. We don't have any male nurses, and the doctors don't have the time go into things like that, so its part of my job. I explain the importance of regular checks and show the kids how to do them. It's part of our routine well-patient care. Beemer, did you find something you're worried about?"
There was a long pause. Finally, he said, "Well, maybe. To be truthful, I was hoping you could, you know, check me out like you would do with one of your patients."
I had not considered the possibility before, but the idea of having my little brother submit to an examination of his private parts hit a 10 on my erotic meter. My knees buckled as a vision of how the scenario could unfold crystallized in my mind."
"Of course I would Beemer. But you should try to relax. The odds of anything being wrong at your age are about one in a million. But I'd be happy to check you out, just to be sure."
Check him out; I liked the sound of that.
"When were you thinking of?"
"Well, I guess I'd like to get it over with soon. I'm sick of being worried and if it's bad news I want to know now. You couldn't do it today could you?"
"Sure Beemer why don't you come over around noon? The air conditioning in my apartment is broken and it's pretty hot in here, but at least the windows are open."
"I really appreciate it Sissy. You're a lifesaver."
I spent the next two hours basking in the anticipation of what was to come. Of course, if there really was something wrong, I'd tell him right away, but if there wasn't, I intended to give my gorgeous little brother a heaping dose of humiliation – aimed directly at his deepest male insecurities. And believe me, male insecurities is a topic I know something about. When the doorbell rang, I was ready.
"Hi Beemer. How's it going?"
"OK I guess."
He was a nervous wreck.
"Well, actually, I'm a little apprehensive, both about the exam and about what you might find."
"Now just relax. This will just take a minute and in all likelihood you'll be on your way with a clean bill of health. Why don't you just slip out of your clothes and prop yourself up on my bed while I go get some things in case we need them?"
My words were carefully chosen. I wanted to create some uncertainty about what might happen next. I fumbled around in the bathroom long enough for him to slip out of his shorts and work up a bit more apprehension. I actually felt sorry for the kid, but my own adrenalin level was really starting to kick in. You could tell by my nipples. My breasts are so small that I never wear a bra around my apartment and the little guys were poking out noticeably through my polo. I figured Beemer wouldn't notice in his current state, but if he did it would be a dead giveaway. There was a sweet smile on my face as approached him with a surgical glove and a tube of KY jelly.
"What's that for Sissy? I thought this would just take a second."
"Oh it probably will, but we should be ready in case you need a more thorough exam."
He looked petrified. I was glad he had taken off his shirt as well as his shorts even though I would have had a hard time explaining why it was necessary. He had covered his lower body with the sheet, but his tanned chest and washboard abs were on display for my pleasure. I couldn't help but contemplate the fullness that was evident between his thighs.
"OK, let's get started. Now you just lie back on the pillows, relax and let me do the rest."
The topography under the sheet became more interesting as he laid back and his manhood pressed against the thin material. The outline of his shaft was clearly visible and I traced its length with my eyes. I wasn't sure, but I though I could see the place where the head began. I took a moment to bask in the anticipation of what I was about to unveil. Very slowly, I pulled back the sheet so that I could see his lower abdomen. I wanted him to experience this fearful moment for as long as possible. I had to give him credit – the Beemer's stomach was hard and flat. I paused for a few more moments as his light brown pubic hair came into view. Then I took a deep breath and lovingly revealed the object of my fascination.
To be honest his penis was absolute perfection. The shaft was long and lean. He was circumcised and the underside of his head bulged out prominently. It was obvious why I had been able to see it under the sheet. His slit-shaped pee-hole crowned the remainder of the silky smooth glans. His scrotum was fuzzy and had little bumps on it where the hairs came out. It was fully relaxed in the warm air and rested gently on the bed. I was mesmerized and could not help but stare at my prize for several minutes. I was thinking about what came out of that little slit besides pee when he broke the silence.
"So is there something wrong?"
"No Beemer, I was just performing a visual inspection of your genitals. It's a normal part of the examination. Now, please bend your knees and put your feet flat on the bed. That's right, but spread you legs a little farter apart. I'll need full access to your scrotum. That's right, now just relax."
I could not believe what was happening. My gorgeous brother was as naked as the day he was born, working hard to fully expose himself to my probing inspection.
"Are you OK?"
"Yea, I guess so...go ahead."
"OK Beemer, now I'm going to lift up your penis, so that I can feel the testicles in your sack."
I grasped his penis firmly just under the head with my left hand and pulled it upwards while I cradled his warm, slightly moist scrotum in my right. My grip on his member was no accident – I wanted to make contact with his most sensitive area. I took a moment to appreciate the considerable weight of his sack before carefully examining each of his testicles as he presented them to me. They were completely normal. My pulse quickened because I now had the green light to proceed with the rest of my plan.
"I don't feel anything obvious Beemer. Why don't you show me what you felt?"
Reluctantly he moved his hands to his scrotum and began to palpate his own testicle as I continued to retract his still-limp dick.
"Right here," he said. "It feels like a lump."
"Put my finger where you feel it," I instructed.
He took my finger and moved it back and forth over the place on his right testicle that he was so worried about.
"Oh Beemer, I think what you're feeling is the place where the tube that connects your testicle to the rest of your body is attached. That's just part of the male anatomy. I've seen other boys worried about the same thing. Have you had any other symptoms?
"I don't think so, what kind of symptoms?"
"Well, for example have you noticed any change in the amount of seminal fluid that comes out when you ejaculate?"
He turned beet red. My little plan was working.
"Well, I'm not sure. You see, Sally isn't into much but regular sex so it's kind of hard to tell."
"Oh come on Beemer, I'm not talking about when you have intercourse...I'm talking about when you masturbate. You're not going to tell me you don't do it any more are you? I know for a fact you did it plenty while I was at home. Didn't you think mom and I would be able to figure out what those stains on your dirty tee shits were? You don't have to be ashamed about it – masturbation is just a normal part of life. Mom and I would have been worried if you weren't doing it."
