I tried to go, and it just won’t come out.”“What can I do?”“Jerry, I know you might be uncomfortable with this and think it strange, but can...you give me an enema?"“June, I’ve been having sex with my sister for the last couple of weeks. How could that make me uncomfortable or be any stranger than what we’ve been doing?”He carried June into the bathroom, and she showed him where she kept some disposable enema kits. She took off her nightgown and laid across his lap. He slowly pushed in the tip. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and was in good shape despite not really working out, as far as I can remember. I was 5’9, 140 lbs blonde and blue. I was toned, not muscular. We were both smooth and one could mistake us for relatives.Over the course of our senior year, we started hanging out more and more. When I turned eighteen, my parents allowed me to purchase a car and I would often drive to Sean’s house. His parents both had jobs that sometimes had them traveling on business over the. He was about my age, maybe mid-thirties, with a no-nonsense style that I liked. He was straight forward and laid it all on the line. ‘I’m Doctor Wilson. I’ll tell you up front that I’m not noted for my bedside manner. The way I see it is that it’s your body, your life and you can do with it what you want. If you are motivated, I can do a lot to help you. If you aren’t, I would suggest you ask for another physician. So, what do you say, Mr. Fleming? By the way, you can call me Doc — even my. I had a shower and put on just a dressing gown as he'd requested; he said it'd be quicker to get off than if I was dressed. I drank some of the vodka I'd brought with me to try and take the edge off the anxiety. I wondered how awkard that first introduction was going to be.I needn't have worried. Answering the knock at the door I was shoved backwards into the room; he came after me, pulling the dressing gown off me, his hands on my tits, his fingers twisting my nipples so that I gasped in.