Storiesonline.net ------- Cassie's Birthday by Old Fart Copyright© 2007 by Old Fart ------- Description: Cassie's turning 16. And you know what that means. No sex but there is an enema scene. Codes: teen caution ------- "Mama, what can't I have some of my friends over like normal kids do?" "Honey, you know how close our family is. This is a special day for all of us. It's not every day that we have a brand-new sixteen year old." My father walked up behind me and pinched my bottom. "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Right sweetheart? "Yes, Papa." His smile filled his whole face, as if he was the first person to ever come up with such a thing. He put his hand on my mother's waist, pulling her in for a kiss. "Bath tub's ready." She wiped her hands on her apron and took me by the hand. "Come along, Cassie. Time for you to get all pretty for your guests." As soon as we left the kitchen and started down the hallway towards the main bathroom, I could smell the lavender. We made another right turn and I just stood there in amazement. The tub was full of water, topped by a layer of bubbles. There had to be at least a dozen candles on the counter, the edge of the bathtub, the window sill, even on the top of the toilet tank. The spring-loaded curtain rod was standing in the corner, next to the toilet, the curtain still attached, leaving the entrance to the tub completely open. I'd seen scenes similar to this in movies only there would be a big sunken tub with room for four and it would be in a five star hotel's honeymoon suite, waiting for the newlyweds after an evening of champagne and dancing. Not the one-person tub in the main bathroom of our fourplex at 11:30 on a Saturday morning. Mama let me take it all in, then said, "Come on, Cassie. Time's a wasting. Your guests will all be here at 1:00 and we have a lot to do before then." I'd thought that now I was sixteen, I was going to get to bathe myself. No such luck. Mama reached over to me and grabbed my top. "Lift your arms, Baby." I lifted them up as she slid it up until the neck got caught around my chin and wouldn't go any farther. "Cassie, I wish you wouldn't do up all those buttons. You know it just makes it that much harder to get it off." She worked on undoing a couple of the buttons while my head was covered with the majority of the now inside-out shirt. "There." She lifted it the rest of the way up and off. "Turn around." I turned and was barely able to push the door closed before I felt her fingers slide under my bra strap as she undid it. It sprang forward as she let go of the straps and I moved my arms down to let it slide off. She shuffled me around so we were facing each other again. "Oh, my. Look at that. Those marks are because this thing's too tight. We're going to have to move you up to a C cup." She sniffed and wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye. "My baby's growing up." She paused a couple of seconds and said, "OK. Enough of that. Off with the shoes and the pants." I slipped my sandals off, pushing them over toward the wall, then pulled my shorts down, taking the panties with them. "My, my. We're going to have to trim that hair one day soon. Can't have you looking like a wild animal down there. OK. You know the procedure. Assume the position." I bit my lower lip as I leaned over the sink, resting on my elbows. Mama swatted my fanny as I squeezed my cheeks together. "Come on, Honey, you know that just makes it worse. Lord knows, you should be used to this by now." I relaxed as she fed the moistened enema hose up my back passage. The warmth was soothing until the quantity became overwhelming and I felt bloated. She removed the hose and said, "Five minutes. No cheating — I'd hate to have to do this all over again. Got a special birthday surprise for you when I get back." She went out to the hallway, closing the door on her way. I stayed where I was, my body at an angle as I gritted my teeth and held my hind cheeks together so nothing could escape for five minutes. I was wondering if I was going to make it when I heard the phone ring. It took at least another five minutes before Mama came back. "I'm sorry, Baby. That was your uncle Chester. You know how he is about birthdays. I had to assure him that everything was going smoothly for your big day. He was just so excited that you're turning the big sixteen. Oh, my, here I am, yapping a mile a minute. Sit down on that toilet and get rid of all that." I pushed myself back and sat down, voiding myself in a big rush. Mama reached behind me and flushed the toilet. All the candles and the fragrant bubble bath combined to make it almost bearable. I cleaned up as best I could with a wad of toilet paper and she flushed again. "Now you just stay there a minute. I got something here for your birthday." She reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a plastic bottle, shook it and replaced the cap with something like a nozzle. She put it down next to the sink. "OK, Baby. Lean back and lift your legs. I need to get to your kitty." I leaned back and grabbed my ankles, leaving myself wide open. Mama kneeled down on the floor between my legs and opened me up with her thumbs. I jumped as she pushed in with her finger. "It's all there. Good Girl. It won't be long from now that you'll be delivering my grandchildren through here." She reached back and picked the bottle off the counter, then faced me with it. "Hold still. I'll try not to hurt you." I took a deep breath and held it. Mama had always been insistent that I not put anything inside me, not even a finger. "What is that, Mama?" "It's a douche. It will make you clean and fresh. It's all part of being a woman, Cassie." She wet the nozzle with her mouth, then eased it inside me so gently that I could hardly feel it. I felt a fullness as she squeezed on the bottle. She maneuvered it out and it immediately gushed into the toilet. It smelled — I don't know... clean. "OK, Honey. Into the tub with you." She held my hand as I stepped into the bathtub, careful not to knock over any of the candles. The water had cooled down since my father filled the tub and Mama turned on the hot water, swishing it around to distribute it. When it started steaming again, she turned off the water. "I got you another present for your birthday, Cassie." She opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box with a ribbon in it. She gave it to me and I took off the ribbon and handed it to her to stuff in her apron pocket. I opened the box to reveal an oversized glove. It wasn't fur but it wasn't exactly cloth, either. Smooth and soft. I slipped my hand into it and rubbed it on my face. After a minute, Mama said, "All right, Honey. We need to get you nice and clean." She eased the glove off my hand and put it on, dipping it in the water and then rubbing it briskly with the bar of soap, covering it with lather. She washed me with the glove. I'd thought it was soft by itself. Covered with soap the way it was, it was heaven. She did my back and my front, then had me stand up and did the rest of me. It felt especially good when she did between my legs and then my backside. I started to feel those feelings Mama warned me about, those feelings that were the reason I wasn't ever supposed to touch myself. Mama pulled her hand away and pulled the plug out of the drain. "OK, Baby. Rinse off in the shower and do your hair. Five minutes." "But there's no curtain, Mama." "Can't be helped. Point it over at the wall and be careful." I turned the water on low and did my best not to splash anything on the floor. It may it tougher to rinse off than usual, but I figured I'd hear about it if I made a big mess, even though I wasn't the one to take the curtain down. Mama was back in five minutes with her mop, shaking her head an clucking as she worked on the small puddle on the floor. I dried off and then sat on the toilet while Mama used the hair dryer on my hair. It's a good thing we were ready early because the doorbell started ringing at 12:45. The living room was crowded with all the relatives, a lot of them on chairs pulled in from the dining room and the kitchen, a couple of my older cousins standing rather than crowding in on the sofa with the aunts. Mama and Aunt Gert made sure everyone had a glass of wine or some soda pop, then I sat on the floor and opened presents and everybody passed them around, oohing and aahing. I got some real nice underwear and things for bedtime and felt kind of weird listening to the lewd comments some of my cousins and uncles made. Finally, the last present was opened and passed around and Mama had put the final piece of wrapping paper in her trash bad. My papa stood up and lifted up his glass of wine. "I want to make a toast." There was a delay as Mama and Aunt Gert went around refilling any empty glasses. Once they were all settled down, Papa stood back up and held his arm out to me. I got up and went over to him and he gave me a great big hug, kissed me on the forehead, then kept his arm around my waist as he talked to all my relatives. "This is a big day for our Cassie. Sixteen years ago she came into the world, less than ten miles from here. We've all seen her grow from a teenie little thing that couldn't do anything for herself into the girl who's on the verge of womanhood you see standing here. We've helped her learn her letters and her numbers, kissed her when she scraped her knee, taught her when she was frightened to death how to ride her bicycle. Many of you have been right here in this room for sixteen birthdays. Today, my daughter steps into womanhood. "There's a tradition in our family when a child reaches this age." He took me into the dining room and lay me down on the dining room table, my feet barely touching the floor. "How many, Cassie?" "Sixteen, Papa." "Sixteen. And one for good measure." He grabbed my shorts and pulled them and my panties down, leaving them in a pile on the floor next to my feet. I grabbed onto the far edge of the table and looked behind me to see Papa and sixteen of my uncles and male cousins lined up, undoing their zippers. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-07-17 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------