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This is the fifth George and Lisa story. In order, the first four stories are: A Broken Vase, Hide and Seek, Games we Played, and Playing House.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
I have told versions of this story before in other venues. It took place 50 years ago, which explains some anachronisms. George was eleven and in the fifth grade and his sister Lisa, and their cousin Jamie were nine and in the third grade. Being a doctor wasn’t a big status symbol in our community. People sought medical care only as a last resort and it was rarely completely successful partly due to the delay. But Uncle David -- eleven year old Paul, and thirteen year old Kevin’s father -- was an MD.
Told in the voice of Lisa:
I’m not a real doctor, nor have I ever played a real doctor on TV. I did on occasion play a patient being examined by a doctor on a TV. It was a big heavy wooden console, furniture thing, with a huge cathode ray tube inside of it. Weighed as much as a Harley as I recall. It was down in our cousin’s basement because: while it didn’t work “it was too good to throw away.”
But we were playing upstairs in our house on this day. Mom and dad went next door to Aunt Judy and Uncle David’s -- most of our parents were in the process of leaving early for some sort of a conference somewhere that had something to do with grandpa’s church. They wouldn’t be back ‘till dinnertime, so we had the entire house all to ourselves for the whole day.
The word was out, all of our friends knew about whatever it was, and they were planning on coming over after breakfast. I was hungry, but I feigned indifference when mom offered to make me something. Then, ten minutes later, George and I pleasantly waved goodbye from our front porch as Uncle David backed out of his driveway.
Mom and dad’s room was right off the kitchen because it had originally been the dining room. The adjoining small, windowless, bathroom was built in what had been the original pantry. I tossed my lightweight robe on our parent’s bed. George followed suit with his gym shorts and tee shirt. We both enjoyed being naked in the house whenever that was possible.
I had been waiting to eat because George enjoys it when I eat my breakfast naked at the kitchen table. I poured cereal into a bowl and added milk. George handed me a spoon from the drawer as I sat upon the wooden kitchen chair that was pushed back and turned thirty degrees off from the table. I held my bowl with my left hand and my spoon with the right. My right foot was flat on the floor and my left foot flat on the chair with the heel against my butt.
George sat on the chair right in front of me so that he would have a perfect view of my naked hairless slit.
“Want a taste,” I asked, holding out my spoon and smiling.
“Sure,” George said. Then he stood, knelt, turned his head sideways and kissed my prissy on its vertical lips.
“Eww,” said our little brother, seeing this as he entered the kitchen.
Ethan, at seven, was two years younger than me and four years younger than George. He was always sneaking up on us because his bedroom had originally been an open porch off the living room in the front of the house. It had been enclosed but it had no door, just curtains. I was going to say something, but we heard a key in the back door's lock. Instead, I ducked into the master bedroom with George.
It was Jamie, our cousin, she had come over to play doctor with us.
“You get to be the clinic's first patient if you want to be,” George said.
“What about Ethan?” Jamie asked as she tossed her dress on the bed on top of our clothes.
“I’m waiting for my wife,” he said.
“That’s cute,” Jamie said to Ethan. “But, get undressed too.”
“When Claire gets here,” Ethan said.
“He got dressed up just to get undressed in front of her,” I said.
“Who wants to fill me up first?” she said. “So that I’m nice and clean?” Jamie always enjoyed getting an enema.
“Ethan will,” I said.
“What?”
“It’s good practice,” I said. “Learn how to do it right before doing Claire... “ I looked right at Jamie and said, “You wouldn’t want to hurt Claire.”
“Thank you very much,” Jamie said to me.
“Strip,” I said to Ethan, ”and I’ll show you how to do it. Claire will really like this…”
“Really? I don't…”
“C’mon,” Jamie said, “She’ll love it, Eva and Lillian do.”
Our cousins: Eva, Lillian, and Claire were sisters, ten, eight, and six at the time.
George went down those narrow, uneven, stairs that our mother hated -- she said they belong on a ‘wrecked Spanish galleon’ -- to the basement to get our toybox. It was an otherwise unassuming plastic box of stuff that we had adapted for use as sex toys, about the same size as a shoebox or the enema box I was retrieving from under the bathroom sink.
I turned on the tap and looked at Ethan. “Make sure to let it run a minute, till the water is clear. Then feel it. Not too hot; not too cold. Just like this,” I said, putting my little brother’s hand into the water. “Here you ‘gotta add just a pinch of salt. Fill it to the bottom line, no more.”
“What’s the salt for?” Ethan asked.
“Keeps you from getting bloated,” I said.
“I’m going to wash everything in the sink,” George said from the kitchen upon his return from the basement.
It was one of ‘Doctor Kevin’s’ rules. He probably learned it from his dad. Keep everything scrupulously clean. Messy is okay, dirty isn’t. We washed everything both before play and again after play. Everything being a collection of small bottles, paintbrush handles, acrylic cocktail stirrers and some repurposed kitchen utensils. They were useful when one of the girls was being treated for some very mysterious -- and equally imaginary -- gynecological disorder by the “Prissy Doctor.”
Doctor’s Paul and Kevin were there with Hugh and Monica. George had let them in as I was showing Ethan just how much Vaseline to put on the nozzle. The brother and sister were thirteen and eleven, Paul and Kevin’s age -- and said they were already “doing it -- but in private.”
They went upstairs to George’s room. I didn’t care if they had sex in his bed, just so long as they stayed out of mine. I mean, I loved my cousins and all. But back then my bed was just for me and George to snuggle and spoon on… And… They really were “doing it,” not just BS-ing about it. Monica was taking her big brother up to be alone with him just as I would want to do.
Maybe that’s weird. I mean, I played sex games with all of my couisins, and I loved all of them. But George was special, in a way he was just mine -- not everyone's. Even though he played sex games with all of our girl cousins.
“Hang it here,” I said to Ethan as I hung the red rubber bag in the shower. “On the soap-holder thingy. Not too high… Let gravity do its thing, never squeeze. Go slow--”
“Especially the first few times,” Jamie added.
“Bend over,” I said to Jamie, as I gently stroked her backbone.
She stepped into the bathtub, then bent at the waist and gripped the far edge.
“Watch how I do it. Slo-ow-ly in... Just up to here.” I said to Ethan, looking at the spot that I was pinching tight. “Not too far…”
“Lessons?” said ‘Doctor Kevin,’ peeking into the bathroom.
“Uh huh,” I said.
Then George went to the door to let Eva, Lillian, and Claire inside. Kristin -- who at ten was Eva’s age -- was with them. Kristin walked to the bedroom and took off her dress laying it on top of Kevin and Paul’s clothes. Then she walked into the bathroom.
“Can I go next?” Kristin asked as I was showing Ethan exactly how to clip the hose.
“Sure,” Jamie said. “I’ll do you.”
Ethan’s education would have to be resumed later. It didn’t matter, he had already wandered off to see “his wife” Claire.
Kevin and Paul had the three sisters get undressed and set down on the sofa with Claire in the middle.
“Doctor Ethan, get down on your knees in front of Eva here,” Doctor Paul said.
As he did Paul picked up Eva’s legs and held them high and apart so Ethan could peer deep into Eva’s crotch. Doctor Kevin knelt beside him and used two of the paint brush handles to gently manipulate the folds of her prissy-deen. He explained the different parts using proper terminology from one of his dad’s books.
“Kiss Eva’s prissy,” Doctor Paul said to Doctor Ethan, as George stepped up behind me.
He did and Eva giggled.
“Taste it,” Doctor Kevin said. “Like this,” and he made darting movements with his tongue like a hummingbird.
“Isn’t it great?” asked Doctor Paul.
“Uh, huh,” said doctor Ethan.
“Now kiss Lillian’s prissy,” Doctor Kevin said to Doctor Ethan, as George kissed my neck and touched my tiny breasts.
Lillian sighed as her prissy was kissed.
“Taste it.”
“Isn’t it great?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Now kiss Claire’s prissy,” Doctor Paul said, as George nibbed on my right ear lobe as he stroked my slit and my belly with his two hands.
Claire exhaled deeply.
“Taste it,” said Doctor Kevin.
“Isn’t it great?” said Paul.
“Yes.”
Eva stroked my little brother’s hair as my big brother held both of my little breasts.
“Don’t stop, Ethan,” Lillian said, as Eva encouraged him to continue.
“Little licks, not too soft and not too hard,” Eva said.
“Yeah,” said Lillian, “that’s it.”
For the next story in this series, go to The George and Lisa Story, Part 6 of 8: Changes.