More Than Issing Cousins

More Than Kissing Cousins, Part 3

In parts 1 and 2 everyone was introduced to Denise and Jason, two 18 year olds that hadn't seen one another since their prepubescent days. On the first day they reminisced about their earlier childhoods but then became increasingly attracted to one another that resulted in the engaging of sexual activities. Part 2 told how Denise elected not to go on a road trip with her parents to visit a not-so-favorite aunt and uncle, but how she and Jason continued to enjoy intimate contact. That part ended with Denise telling Jason that their good times just ended when she earlier that morning got her period.

Jason's mom was heading off to work and had a short conversation with Jason about plans for the day and what they could find in the fridge for lunch. Jason explained that he expected to spend the afternoon with Denise at their neighbor's pool. Shortly thereafter Denise came into the kitchen still wearing her pajamas plus a very sullen look on her face and informed him that she had just gotten her period.

Here is where the dialogue picks up.

"Are you OK?" Jason asked.

"Not really. I'm sort of crampy, have a dull headache, and feel bloated. Some months are like this, but many others have only mild symptoms. Unfortunately, this does not appear to be one of those."

"What do you normally do about it? It sounds pretty awful, he naively asked not knowing an awful lot of detail about female physiology.

"I took some Midol earlier for all the good it does. I think that I'm just going to make myself a cup of tea, then head upstairs and go back to bed. Is there any chance that your mom has a hot water bottle that I can use? That usually works pretty well when I hold it against my tummy."

"I think she does. We'll go upstairs and check the linen closet in the hallway."

Denise finished making herself a cup of tea, brought it to the table, and sipped it hesitantly. Jason saw the grimace on her face and knew that she was struggling to put up a good front. "Come on and let's go look for that hot water bottle," he said getting up from the table and taking Denise's hand.

"Thanks for being so helpful," she answered with only the faintest smile.

At the top of the steps he paused and opened the linen closet. In addition to the usual towels and bed linen there were all sorts of health and beauty aids kept on a lower shelf. So, he rummaged around and found the white rubber bag behind a stack of towels. He turned to Denise and said, "I think this is what you are looking for."

"That's it. Now look nearby because there should be a stopper for it."

Denise was right because not only did he find the stopper, but also a white hose and a couple of nozzles. Then it dawned on him that this was the enema bag that his mom used on him when he was younger. He also not so fondly remembered how he was anything but enthusiastic about anything to do with it but handed Denise the desired stopper. She wasted no time taking the rubber bag into the bathroom, running the water at the sink, and filling it. Afterward she put the stopper in and headed for the bedroom. "Now it is definitely nap time. I'll see you later," she said abruptly closing the door.

Jason certainly understood that she needed to sleep off her symptoms and headed back downstairs to the family room to sign onto his laptop. He checked his email and a couple of regular news sites but found little if anything of interest. As a result he, wound up doing what guys do best and went to a couple of my game apps to while away the time.

Getting bored with that he finally in desperation looked at some amusing YouTube videos including police chases, stupid things that people do on boats, and a couple of episodes of people trying to smuggle illegal goods across the border through Customs. After over an hour of this at some point Denise came downstairs to find him.

"Are you feeling any better?" he inquired.

"Maybe a little bit. Thanks for asking."

"Can I get you something?"

"Yes, you can, but this is really very embarrassing. Remember the hot water bottle that you found?"

"Yeah!"

"Any chance that you remember the other parts of the hot water bottle? Like a hose and some black plastic parts?"

"Sure."

"Well, I've been thinking. When I'm feeling really this bad at this time of the month my mom will sometimes give me an enema. What I'm thinking right now is that that might be a really good idea."

"Do you know how to do one? Your mom isn't here, and my mom is not due to be back home for several hours."

"Well, sort of. Mom has been giving me them for a couple of years and I think that I do remember most of how one is done. It can't be all that hard to figure out. You probably have gotten a few too. Right?"

He did not verbally answer but his burning hot face was likely appearing extremely crimson which gave Denise her answer.

"I thought so. That means that I can depend on you to help me with this. Can't I?"

"I guess. If I really have to."

"Yes, you have to. I need some help and you are the only one around that can do that. The other option is that I have to wait several hours until your mom gets home and that is far too long from now."

"OK, what do I need to do?" he asked ever so reluctantly hoping that Denise would keep his involvement to an absolute minimum. The two went back upstairs with Denise taking him in tow albeit very reluctantly. He rummaged through the linen closet again and finally found the hose and nozzle that Denise needed.

"Great! That's the enema bag, but by any chance does your mom also have any KY and maybe a bar of Ivory soap?"

"Let me look," he said as he once more started looking in the linen closet. It's funny that as an adult guy the only thing that he usually retrieved from the linen closet was fresh towels before taking a shower. He considered everything else to be his mom's domain.

In the meantime, Denise started running water at the sink and was waiting for it to get warm when Jason returned with her desired items. She had already filled the sink with warm water and now took the Ivory and made the water cloudy and soapy. Using a paper cup she carefully filled the bag and screwed in the stopper with the attached hose. All of this brought back some memories of which he was not particularly fond of.

"Here, hold this," she said handing me the now bulging bag.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Hoping that her response was going to be one where I would have little contribution.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for a place to hang it," she replied finally spying a robe hook on the wall between the toilet and the shower. She took the bag from me and hung it from the hook as if she truly knew what she was doing. Good thing, too, because he certainly did not, nor did he want to be either.

"Perfect! The only thing that you need to do is sit on the toilet seat lid. Before I do that let me just lube myself." At that she took the tube of KY jelly from where I had left it on the vanity, opened it, took a healthy glob on her finger and reached into her robe and rubbed it into her pucker.

"Now for the embarrassing part, but at this point perhaps just a few minutes of embarrassment is sure better than a few hours of agony."

"What?"

"Close the lid on the toilet and just sit there," repeated Denise as she removed her robe confirming what he had been thinking all along, namely that she had absolutely nothing on underneath and was standing in front of me completely naked. The tension of the moment prevented him from properly enjoying the view.

He sat down as told and asked, "What's next?"

"You don't really remember that much about doing enemas, do you?"

"I think I have tried to forget everything that I might have known about such a repulsive topic".

"Hopefully, you did not forget too much," she said as she laid across my lap bracing her upper body on the floor with outstretched arms. "Now take the nozzle end of the hose and insert it in my bum. It should just easily slide in."

Jason took the nozzle in his hand and by now knew It was not Denise's first rodeo as the nozzle easily slipped in. "OK, so what do I no next?"

"Release the clamp and that will start it flowing."

He did so and moments later Denise told me, "Oh, that warmth is so soothing, but notch that clamp back a little to slow things down. This feels absolutely wonderful."

Now as an 18-year-old guy he have never had a completely naked girl over his lap before but certainly not as he attempted to give her an enema. Certainly, her naked pussy was also within sight along with the little blue string that was evidence of her still inserted tampon.

"Are you doing OK back there. Or maybe I should ask if you are enjoying the view," she asked with just a hint of a giggle. "This is an all-time first for me and I am nowhere near as embarrassed as I thought I would wind up being."

"I'm fine. And to answer your question I am enjoying the view. Plus, I am also not that embarrassed, and I think I'm actually proud of myself for being able to help."

"How much more water is in the bag? I am probably getting close to being done."

"Not much more. Maybe another minute or two."

"That sounds about right. The warmth on my insides has calmed down my uterus and when the enema cleans me out, I know that I won't feel as bloated either."

Talk about too much information! "That's the last of what was in the bag. Now what?" he asked.

"Close the clamp, pull the nozzle out of my bum, and let me up. Just be aware that this is the grossest part so if you want to leave me alone for some much-needed potty time I fully understand."

"That sounds like a great idea. I was OK up to this point but remembering my own enemas from the past I don't think that I need to hang around and watch you have a massive enema-induced poop," he said heading for the door.

As he was heading for the door Denise was wasting no time in raising the lid and sitting on the toilet. After he exited and closed the door, he almost immediately clearly heard the sound effects which we won't take the trouble to explain further because it was probably the grossest few moments of the entire ordeal.

It was a good ten minutes before Jason heard the bathroom door open, and Denise call his name. He could tell just by the tone that she had to be feeling better now than at any part of the day so far.

He went back into the bathroom and said to Denise, "By the sound of your voice I would say that it worked, didn't it?"

"Oh, wow but did it ever. I feel so much better. I knew it would work, but you were great, and I could not have done it without you. You were really brave in agreeing to help me the way you did." At that she leaned over and gave him a tender kiss.

"Anything that a cousin can do to help," he joked hoping to counter any embarrassment.

"I'm glad you said that because there is one more thing that I need you to do."

"Huh?"

"Go get a rubber and meet me in my room."

"What?"

"Don't ask me any questions. Just do it!" she exclaimed with more than an irritated tone of voice.

So, Jason went to his own room and took the partially used box of rubbers out from its special hiding place, tore one off, and returned to Denise's room. She had spread one of his mom's dark colored towels on the bed positioned under her butt. Denise had removed her tampon and was lying there spread eagle. "Now what?"

"Can you believe that I now need you to fuck me. Just know that this is not a reward for helping me this morning, but it is another form of therapy."

"Therapy? Fucking you is therapy?"

"It is because when I orgasm it causes my uterus to contract and tends to reduce the cramping. The enema helped, but this will help even more. So can I ask you to just fuck me if I say, 'pretty please?"

Earlier this morning if he was understanding Denise correctly, getting laid was not to be expected to be on the day's agenda, but here he found himself at mid-morning looking at a naked spread-eagle Denise who is literally begging him to fuck her.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"I'm sure. While I have never experienced it before I have a couple of friends who swear that sex is the best therapy when you have your period. With your help I'm either going to prove it right or wrong."

Not needing a second invitation he unzipped his jeans and slid them off. Next off came his tidy whitey briefs and to no surprise his manhood liked what it saw and immediately stood at attention. Denise, who was in a much better frame of mind at that point, giggled at the sight as he got on the bed and gave his undivided attention to her boobs hoping that some sucking would make her as horny as it did the previous day. It came as no surprise when her nipples got erect and Denise let out some low satisfied moans.

"Enough with the preliminaries, Jason. Just go ahead and put it in now," she said encouragingly as she spread her legs further revealing her now moist waiting pussy. Period or no period, she had his attention and the idea of getting laid was again an appealing proposition.

Not needing any second invitation Jason placed his organ at the entrance to her vagina and gave a gentle push. Although things down there were quite wet, her pussy was a lot tighter than it had been the day before. A little more pressure and his lubricated member began to enter her, but by the grimace on her face he knew that she was enduring some pain.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, I know that I'm really wet but also really tight and it does hurt. Just go slow and I'll be fine."

That's just what he did and after some effort was all the way inside of her at which point Denise said, "It still really hurts like I have never felt before. Give me a minute to get used to the feeling."

"OK."

"No! Take it out! Take it out. Oh, my God but it hurts," she yelled with even tears in her eyes from the pain.

Jason immediately withdrew from Denise and noted that there were red streaks of blood on the rubber. Also, he watched as she caught her breath because apparently it hurt so much that it took her breath away. A few moments later she said, "OK, let's try this again but add a lot more KY to the rubber. That should work... hopefully!"

He did what she said and then reintroduced his member into her pussy. The added KY helped immensely, and Denise gave no more grimaces. "That's a lot better. Now go ahead and just do me."

He began some gentle in and out motions. Dense was still tight but apparently not painfully so and eventually a smile came to her face as she emitted a contented purring noise. By this point he started to feel that he was going to orgasm soon and just hoped that Denise would too. "I'm about ready to cum." he told her.

"So am I, so go ahead," she replied. Their timing was perfect because just as he ejaculated an obvious shiver went through Denise's entire body. Although it was a very quiet event, she nevertheless hugged him tight as she felt the spasm after spasm of me delivering a prodigious quantity of semen.

To say that the morning had its definite share of gross activities the real reward was seeing how grateful Denise was for having his assistance. When he finally withdrew from her vagina there were even more red streaks than before plus a disgusting dark red clot--while he was no expert on female physiology, he suspected that just trying to pass something like this had to have been one cause of some of the cramping.

"What do you say we go downstairs and see what we can find for lunch," he offered.

"That sounds good to me because now I'm starved. First, however, we should clean up things around here. Then maybe head over to the pool for a relaxing afternoon. What do you say?"

Sometime later Jason met Denise in the kitchen. She had already changed into a more modest black one-piece swimsuit and had her beach bag with her. She was wearing a smile and that bedraggled and distressed woman that he saw at breakfast was clearly a vision of the past. Once more she was the good looking female that he first saw two days ago with a markedly changed disposition.

"You found some snacks to sustain us this afternoon?" she asked.

"Yeah, mom left some meatloaf in the fridge and I made us a couple of sandwiches. I think there are also some chips in the cupboard. What's in the beach bag?"

"A couple of fresh tampons just in case. Which reminds me, let's bring a couple of rubbers and a tube of KY just in case I need some more therapy later," she replied with just the faintest naughty smirk that eventually broke into what he considered a most revealing giggle.

His only thought was "Wow, Denise had to be feeling lots better. As for me I guess it's after such a bizarre morning this it would be appropriate that I can now claim that I have earned my red wings! Who would ever have guessed?"

Not even an hour later they had settled into the chaise lounges next to the pool. The dreary overcast skies of earlier had cleared off and the sunny afternoon had pleasantly warmed up the day. Moreover, the activities of the morning had also brightened Denise's mood.

"You were such a good sport to help me this morning!" she repeated again.

"Anything for a cousin," he replied.

"Jason," she began, "I have some good news and some bad news for you."

"Huh?"

"Now hear me out! Mom and Dad shared this with me some time ago and asked that it be kept just among family. You and I are not related the way you have always thought that we were.."

"What do you mean? Of course, I'm your cousin. I always have been and always will be."

"What I mean to say is that my mom and dad are your aunt and uncle, but my dad is not my father. Mom was pregnant with me when my father was killed in a tragic traffic accident. I was born and about a year later mom married the man who you know as your uncle. That means that we might be cousins, but certainly not blood relatives."

"Hmm, that means that what we have been enjoying for the past couple of days is not incest?"

"That's right!" said Denise. "But we are still cousins though."

"And not just kissing cousins either," replied Jason.

Denise laughed out loud saying, "No, we're certainly fucking cousins, aren't we? Now how about you giving me some more of your wonderful therapy!"