My Brother Richard

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My Brother Richard.

My name is Christine Miller, and I am seventeen years old. I have a younger brother, Richard, who is thirteen and a sister, Natalie who is twelve. Our mother is English although we were all born in California. Dad is of Swedish descent, although he was born in the US. His original name is Møller, which is written with a slash through ‘O’. But he changed it to Miller (Thank Goodness!).

I am writing to you about something very embarrassing that happened to my brother, Richard. I will give you some background about him, which I know he would not tell you himself. I hope it will give you some insight into his timid character. He is a lovely boy and because I was the cause of his embarrassment, although not willingly, I wondered whether you would be able to give some advice that might help him cope with his feelings. He has not got over the event yet. I am sorry if this turns out to be a long letter as I feel the need to write it down while everything is crystal clear in my mind.

My sister and I are blonde haired, and our brother’s hair is light brown with really unusual highlights. People often ask him if the hairdresser has put them in for him, but they are quite natural. He is unusually good looking. I don’t mean that as just being nice. I am a realist and believe me when I say he is as near perfection as a person can get.
His face is really pretty, although he would hate to hear me say that, but it’s absolutely true. It is not just me that has noticed. My friends who are mostly girls, say that he is really special. His nose and ears are small and neat, and his mouth shape and lips are, well… just perfect, as are his teeth. He looks absolutely devastating when he smiles. The most unusual feature of his face is the colour of his eyes. Whereas mine and my sister’s eyes are a mix of grey and green, Richard’s are a pure green. They look like they are sort-of under water, if you know what I mean; they are really deep, I don’t mean dark, just sort of deep. He has beautiful eyelashes and eyebrows. Every little part of him is absolutely perfect. Taken as a whole… devastatingly beautiful.

People actually look at him and then look again. I have seen girls, a lot older than him keep looking at him, especially at his eyes. Even the female teachers at school make a fuss about his looks. Going to a restaurant is always a chore with waitresses commenting every time they come to the table. Mind you, we always get very attentive service. I digress, I’ll get back to the reason for my letter. My brother is really painfully shy, and the way people keep looking at him when they are talking to him has exacerbated his shyness. He is OK while he is with me or Nats, but when my friends come round to our house to swim, he blushes continually. His body is as perfect as his face, long legs, narrow waist, good shoulders and arms, and he is fit but not too muscular, just perfect really. He looks really great in his swimming Speedo’s, but nowadays he always wears boardshorts because my girl friends are always perving on him, well at least looking at him constantly.

Both Nats and I have noticed that his penis erects under his shorts at almost any time of the day or evening. Nats always tries to catch my attention, raising her eyebrows and looking down at Richard’s shorts. I know he would really be embarrassed if he ever saw her doing that. I know that all my friends have noticed him too!

Our mother, who is a lovely looking young woman, is very English. She is really bossy. I called her bossy once and she said she might admit to being slightly ‘assertive.’ Trust me, she is bossy. Although Richard is thirteen she treats him like he is still nine. Back to my reason for writing, sorry.

It seems Richard missed his school physical exam through an away-game of football. The exam is performed once a year by the local doctor. So, he had to bring a letter home which asked Mom to arrange an exam with his own primary care doctor. Mom’s doctor is very local to where we live so she arranged it with her medical practice and asked me to take him as she had a new client to see that day.
She arranged a day off school for both of us, and I drove us to the doctor’s office in mom’s car. She sells Real Estate and makes a mint, so she got a lift to her meeting with a colleague.

We got there in record time; mom’s car is a real smart Jaguar. So, we had fun. Richard is really good company, and we get on great. Unusual for an older sister to like a younger brother, but not for me. Richard and I are real close.

The doctor’s office is really swish and modern. We went to the reception desk and the receptionist smiled when I told her who we were. She told me that our Mom had been on the phone all of yesterday afternoon and then again early this morning. I wasn’t the least bit surprised.

We sat in their very posh waiting room. All leather easy chairs and side tables between each, littered with fashion magazines. It was around fifteen minutes later, when this young nurse came through and asked for Richard Miller. She was very pretty and was dressed in a fully tailored white tunic with blue and gold epaulettes on each shoulder. Unusual for nursing staff was the fact that she was wearing makeup. Sure enough, Richard’s cheeks were bright red even before he had a chance to stand up. She took him away, so I searched around for some magazines which were all the latest fashion magazines and all boring. It was about ten minutes later when another nurse came through. Again, she was young and pretty and she too, was wearing makeup. She looked around and, obviously not finding the patient she wanted, turned to the receptionist. I heard her ask for me. The waiting room had filled up a bit since we had arrived there, so I suppose I was hard to spot.

I was a bit surprised when the receptionist beckoned me over. The nurse asked if I would go with her, so I followed not knowing why she wanted me. Maybe to fill out a form or something, I thought. We went into one of the examination rooms and I saw Richard seated on a chair in front of the doctors desk. He had his arm resting on the top of the desk while a nurse was taking some blood. He looked at me and blushed as he was already stripped down to just his little, white underpants.

The nurse who had fetched me asked me if I could hang on a minute as the doctor wanted a word with me. Two minutes later this young woman came out. She had a really pretty face, and she gave me a really friendly smile. I thought she must be in her mid-thirties, she seemed very authoritative but equally friendly towards me. ‘Are you Richard’s sister?’, she asked me, and I nodded. ‘Christine isn’t it,’ she said, and I nodded again. Then came the bombshell, I mean a real bombshell. And yet she told me quite sort of casually. ‘Your Mother wants you to observe the examination in her stead. You are the same age as my nurse over there.’ I looked and there was a pretty and very young candy-striper standing by the door that the doctor had used. I must have looked a bit shocked, but she said. ‘Look she has been on the phone to me continuously, so please agree, I will never hear the last of it if you don’t.’ So, I agreed as I had no idea what his physical would be like. Obviously it was not going to be embarrassing if they wanted me to watch.

Richard was already red in the face, but that is usual for Richard in front of pretty nurses, or pretty-well any female really. Then she asked if I wanted a chair. I said no, I mean I as far I could see I would be the only one sitting down.

I will skip over a lot of it, the questions and answers and all that stuff. The nurse finished emptying his arm. I counted four vials before she unstuck him and put a tiny round plaster on his skin. Next she got him to stand up and she examined his chest and then his back with her stethoscope, getting him to take deep breaths and hold it and then release it. She asked him if he had any trouble with his joints or muscles. Then, to his embarrassment, she stood back and instructed him to start running on the spot and to raise his knees as high as he could. Richard is pretty fit, and I think she knew it. She left him doing it for ages before she stopped him and began to listen to his chest and his back again.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows as she was listening to his back. I grinned at him and made a face, grimacing and crossing my eyes, which made him smile. The doctor then used a flashlight to look at his eyes and then she put on these complex looking glasses. She took ages over his eyes. I suppose they are really unusual. She put on some thin, clear nitrile gloves and had him open his mouth. She had several fingers in at one time and I saw that Richard’s eyes had turned glassy. I suppose it was because she was standing so close to him and touching him a lot.

It was the pretty nurse that had fetched me who got hold of Richard and stood him in front of the big examination table that they had got in there. It was really modern and complicated looking. She told him to interlace his fingers behind his head and keep them there. I saw the doctor moving a little stool which was on casters towards him.

The nurse knelt down on one knee in front of Richard and whisked his underpants down to his ankles. She told him to lift his feet one by one as she removed them. How on earth he kept his hands behind his head I don’t know, but his face had turned to beetroot red. I mean ultra-bright. He had gasped really loudly too. I think he must have been in shock. It was the first time I had seen him naked, unless you count when he was really young. I pretended to look away, but I could see his pale penis and his scrotum. I saw straight away that he has a really nice penis, quite substantial and just as pretty as the rest of him. His scrotum bulged really nicely as well. I was aware of Richard’s furtive glances towards me, but I pretended that I was still looking elsewhere.

I know nurses are supposed to be quite used to seeing naked patients and take it all in their stride. Well now I know differently. I could see that they were really interested in what they were seeing. The young candy-striper blushed to a crisp. I could tell that it was because she fancied him. Honestly, I know girls of my age and I have got that absolutely right!

The doctor sat on the stool and drew it up right in front of Richard. I could see him shivering, even though it was quite warm in there. She spoke to him casually she was quite humorous. She said… ‘Here’s the bit that all boy’s hate and I guess you’re no exception, Richard. Never mind, I’ll be quick, and it is only once a year. Just stand with your feet astride. That’s the way… now chin up and look up.’

She began to examine his scrotum and then it looked like she was feeling each testicle individually. She was taking her time and I could see Richard’s penis twitch. He shuddered as if he was cold, but I know it was in response to her hands. She was not wearing gloves either! She spent a good long time on the examination of his testes before she asked him to turn his head and cough.

‘A nice big cough, Richard,’ she said. I noticed that he turned his head the opposite way to where I was standing. I didn’t blame him. I really felt for him. She repeated it three times. Each time she moved the position of her hand slightly. I could see that his penis had become a lot thicker, although it was still soft. I have to say it looked really lovely.

‘Good boy,’ she said. Then I saw him shiver as she took hold of his penis. I saw his face flush again as she quite casually retracted his foreskin. He almost jumped out of his skin. Richard has been circumcised I have heard mum talk about it to my aunt (Mom’s sister). The doctor had gripped the tip of his penis and she pushed the skin back until it revealed the thin skin underneath and that neat little rim that runs around the head. She seemed to squeeze it and then palpate the shaft and I saw Richard really wriggle with the sensation of her fingers. She was rolling his penis around and stretching the skin back really tightly.

His bottom lip was trembling a bit as well. He looked really, really embarrassed. ‘Keep still, I won’t be long,’ she said to him. I have to say she was really nice, but I don’t know whether it helped Richard or made it worse. After a few more squeezes, she let him go. His penis hung back down over his scrotum, but it was now very thick and heavy. I could see that all three nurses noticed it immediately, especially the young candy-striper.

I personally don’t think she had ever seen a boy anywhere near as pretty as Richard. I know about girls when they fancy a boy, and she definitely fancied my little brother. I think the other two did as well, but not so obviously. It shows how good-looking he is, and he is still only thirteen.

She rolled her stool away and the nurse was straight there. ‘Right up on the couch,’ she told him. ‘I’ll get you comfy.’

I honestly couldn’t have been more surprised when she put his calves in the stirrups and pressed the remote to take them right up in the air. She pressed another button and his knees started to part, she continued spreading them until his knees were well over the sides of the couch. I never thought that a boy would ever be put in that position. It brought back terrible recollections of my first and only gynaecological exam, and I wasn’t spread nearly as much as that. The poor boy, I thought.

I saw that the doctor had put on gloves as the nurse lowered the end of the bed like they do for girls. The doctor was given some lubricant for her fingers. The nurse was holding a big jar of it. Which she placed on a trolly by the doctor’s side.

The doctor spoke to Richard. ‘Just relax while I have a little feel in your bottom.’ I could hear Richard exhale in despair. She seemed really competent and efficient as she slipped two fingers into his bottom. The nurse that was standing near me pushed me gently to get closer. Honestly I didn’t want to, in case I embarrassed him even more. Richard grunted and wriggled his hips as the doctor turned her hand upwards. Suddenly he gasped and then continued to gasp. I could see why as the doctor moved her forearm quite dramatically, left and right. I have to tell you, Richard seemed to really be reacting to whatever she was doing inside his bottom. I saw his penis seem to jump and then it suddenly raised and dropped again. It looked thick and everyone must have been able to tell that it had filled out. It only took a few more moments before it became really stiff and raised up a little from his pubis then stopped, before suddenly rising upwards, swiftly and stalwartly until it was waving in the air. I was absolutely flabbergasted. I mean it was really, really big and stiff.

He definitely looked a bit distressed, and he was groaning a bit. The doctor kept her fingers deep in his bottom as she straightened up and leaned over his body from between his thighs. She whispered to him, asking him a question I think, he looked at her and blushed again. I heard her say ‘what?’ sort of disbelieving whatever it was he had answered.

The doctor had a word with the nurse and then carried on moving her hand inside his bottom, her other hand cupped his scrotum and then encased it in her fingers. I could see everything from where I was standing. The next moment, the nurse took hold of his erect penis and started moving the foreskin up and down. She looked really experienced. She seemed to completely ignore Richard, who was writhing his hips and gasping between really heavy breathing. I saw her actually pinch the tip of the head between her fingers and thumb. It made Richard really strain his legs to try and escape from her touch. She seemed to know exactly what Richard was going to do. She never let him evade her, even for a split second. The other nurse walked past me quite quickly with a beaker in her hand.

My view was blocked a bit. But I could see the doctor was still moving her arm quite briskly. The muscles and sinews in her forearm were moving rapidly, so I could tell that her fingers were busy inside his bottom. The nurse with the beaker suddenly moved further forward, and I had a clear view as Richard ejaculated. I was surprised and yet, I suppose I should have known. I mean he really ejaculated, and not just a little bit. It was a huge amount that just seemed to keep coming and coming out of his straining penis.

The nurse looked very casual, but I am guessing she was jerking him off really quickly, as boys’ call it. To put it correctly, she was masturbating him, and the doctor was obviously making sure that he gave her everything he had, right into the nurse’s beaker. I could see, that not only was her hand working really rapidly inside his bottom, but her other hand was squeezing his testes really quickly and very firmly, releasing then squeezing again. The nurse had changed her methods too. She had retracted his foreskin fully, baring the flesh underneath as her other hand encircled the exposed flesh and rapidly moved up and down. Richard cried out the moment she changed, he seemed really distressed and he gasped and moaned before crying out in utter anguish. His cries of distress went right through me!

The doctor spoke really kindly to him, sort of encouraging him. ‘Well done Sweetie, just a little more then we’ll be finished. Come along… give me a nice big push. Is that a bit intense for you, Richard Sweetie?’

It seemed to have worked because every single one of his muscles locked up and his spurts seemed even more forceful. He looked really fatigued when they allowed him to finish. His mouth was open, and he was gasping for breath, he looked as if he had just run a long race.

The nurse moved towards his head and smiled down at him. ‘The doctor is just going to have another little feel inside you in about ten minutes Richard, so until then you can have a little rest.’ She stroked her hand over his cheek and watched him for a few moments, before leaving him.

I watched as the doctor came over to me and drew me aside. She steered me into the small anteroom that I had walked through to get into the examination room. She smiled at me before she spoke. ‘Your brother is a beautiful young boy isn’t he. Your mother was perfectly correct in voicing her concerns about him, and I am pleased that she did after examining him. Richard is at that funny stage of puberty where he is afraid and embarrassed to masturbate.’

I could feel myself blushing a little at what she was saying or embarrassed perhaps, at what she might say next. She continued. ‘Most boys don’t give a hoot about doing it, but Richard is a very shy and altogether a rather naïve young man, so he will need a little help. We are going to take another sample. His prostate gland is quite healthy but also quite swollen. Being fit and beginning puberty without releasing his semen, is just causing him no small amount of discomfort both mentally and physically. I should imagine he becomes erect quite easily, am I correct?’ She smiled at me again. ‘Have you noticed that sort of behaviour from him?’ I had to smile as I thought of Nats alerting me every time Richard had an erection. I answered her truthfully. ‘Yes, he gets erect quite often. He covers it by wearing heavy shorts around the house, and of course, Natalie notices it, even with his heavy shorts on!’

The doctor sort of chuckled as she made her observation. ‘It is quite usual for a younger sister to crush on her older brother, so I suppose it is inevitable that he gets noticed.’ I had to smile as Natalie, who is a walking encyclopaedia on human biology has never failed to notice Richard’s erections. ‘You are right there - she has a huge crush on Richard.’ I told the doctor who smiled at me. ‘We had better go back. Will you hold his hand and be with him while we do his second sample, I think it would help him. I imagine he already knows that you have seen his first one, so he won’t be any more embarrassed if you are there for the next one.’

I had misgiving about what she had said, but of course, I felt compelled to do as she asked.

Richard looked askance as I took his hand. The doctor stood on the other side of the bed and looked down at him with a gentle smile. ‘We are just going to take another little sample, Richard. Christine will hold your hand while we are doing it, so just relax and it will be all over before you know it.’ She moved to the end of the bed as the nurses stood at either side of his hips. Richard was blushing furiously, he hardly dared to look at me. I took his hand in mine and gave his fingers a squeeze.

I watched his face, occasionally glancing to my right to see the nurse gently toying with his penis. I watched Richard’s face grimace and I knew that the doctor had impaled his bottom with her fingers. He almost elevated his entire back from the surface of the bed as they went to work upon his timid body. I felt so sorry for him as he grunted and groaned, he seemed to be quite distressed. I feel a bit guilty now, but I started to play with his nipples with my free hand. I suspected that he was very sensitive there and hoped that it might help him give his sample more quickly. I think it did because his eyes went sort of glassy nearly straight away.

I watched the nurse for a while as I squeezed his hand and played with his nipples. He had started to breathe really heavily. I looked down the bed and I saw that the doctor had retracted her fingers and was now squeezing three of them together. She seemed quite casual as she lowered her arm and proceeded to penetrate his bottom again. I also noticed that the nurse nearest to me had picked up the beaker.

Richard was wriggling quite dramatically, and he looked at me helplessly as if for help. I squeezed each of his nipples in turn and pinched them between finger and thumb, he gasped and then again and again. I saw that the nurse had speeded up so much that her hand was a blur as she slipped it up and down the completely bared head of his penis. I witnessed the exact moment when he had reached the point of no return.

His eyes fastened on mine, pleading as the nurses brought his young body to a climax. I don’t know why, I think it was an instinct, but I bent down and kissed his lips quite hard and pushed my tongue into his mouth for quite a long time.

He gulped for air as I let him go and I guessed that he was ejaculating. He was writhing on the bed, but there was absolutely no escaping the hands of the doctor and nurses. They seemed really expert in the way they read his body movements and altered their methods to bring his stimulation to even greater heights. He was really helpless under their expert touch. What an experience for such a young boy. Of course, he was blushing like a fire-truck the whole time.

His eyes never left me for one moment during his prolonged ejaculation. He just kept squirting his semen into the nurse’s beaker with his eyes locked on mine. Even though I was looking at Richard, I could see the nurses fingers encouraging him to greater effort. I really felt sorry for him as he struggled with his emotions.

The nurses and the young doctor seemed to have prolonged his ordeal to an interminable length before it reached a conclusion. He sank back on the bed, his breathing deeper and more ragged than ever. He looked at me with mixed emotions of embarrassment and thankfulness. Perhaps because I was there to comfort him. I stroked him gently all over his torso and kissed him on the forehead.

He was lost to the world as the nurses finally let his body alone. The doctor beckoned me over to her and took my hand for me to stand next to her at the foot of the bed. I was embarrassed looking down upon Richard’s plump penis and bulging scrotum. I know one shouldn’t have these feelings, but I thought he looked absolutely delicious. The doctor seemed unaware of what I was feeling inside as she spoke to me.

‘I just want you to put your fingers inside his bottom so that you can feel his prostate gland as I explain some things to you.’ I was so surprised I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked at Richard and saw that he had opened his eyes and was looking at the doctor in horror.

‘It’s alright Richard, I want to explain some things and it will be a lot easier if Christine can actually feel inside while I explain it to her.’ She seemed absolutely insouciant to his consternation.

She took my left hand and coated it with lubricant. ‘You have such slender hands that you can use all four fingers.’ I was thrilled and scared, both at the same time as she guided my hand until I was nearly penetrating his bottom. ‘Fold your fingers over each other, that’s the way, now push gently but steadily. The muscle will give way to you so don’t be scared to push.’ Her voice was very casual as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have a boy’s sister penetrate his bottom.

His sphincter seemed to tighten around my fingers as she instructed me. ‘Push gently but steadily, and when you are fully inside I will tell you what to do next.’ I was very aware of Richard’s groan of humiliation as my fingers had entered him until they would go no further. I had got my entire hand inside his bottom, apart from my thumb.

‘Now turn you hand upwards and feel around with your fingertips. You should feel a soft little bump. Tell me when you feel it. I found I was holding my breath as I followed her instruction. It was amazing because I found it straight away! I must have sounded excited as I spoke.

‘Yes doctor, I am sure this is it.’ She smiled gently. ‘Run your fingertips gently over it a few times and watch Richard’s face. It will soon tell you if you are correct.’ I looked at him and I could see from his horrified expression that I was right. He gasped as my fingers passed over the smooth bump. I realised that I must have been pressing it slightly as I explored. ‘Keep doing that and let’s see if we get a reaction. Keep your eyes on his penis.’ It was like his penis was interconnected to his prostate. It jumped, bouncing against his pubis as my fingers gently probed his pulsing prostate. I could hear his gasps as I watched his penis beginning to rise.

‘Now take his penis in your right hand and hold it just under the head. That’s it.’ I followed each instruction aware of Richard looking at me, horrified at what I was doing. I tried to look confident and sort of nonchalant, like the nurses do while they are touching him. ‘Good, very good Christine.’ I have to admit that I was thrilled with the feel of his velvety smooth skin. ‘Now Christine, rub you thumb over the frenulum, that is that piece there, which holds the foreskin at the top.’ I did as she asked and began to smooth my thumb gently against the stretched tissue. I did not have to ask whether it was effective as his body bucked and he groaned in dismay. ‘That’s perfect. Keep doing that and then you can encircle the head with your whole hand and move the skin up and down the shaft. I will need you to be quite vigorous and keep a firm grip. Don’t forget to keep your fingers firmly over the prostate as well as you rub over it.’

She guided me as Richard’s penis became absolutely rigid. It was really pulsing under my fingers and I could feel every beat of his heart through the straining flesh. She encouraged me to grip tighter and move my hand up and down faster and faster. Richard’s eyes never left mine as I followed the doctor’s instructions. He looked aghast as I stimulated his penis. ‘Keep that pace and I will take care of everything else.’ She nodded to the nurse and then watched me carefully. Richard suddenly looked at me in wild surprise. He groaned with the sensation and I think with utter embarrassment as he felt that his body had reached the point of no return. The doctor whispered in my ear. ‘Prod his prostate now, nice and briskly and talk to him.’ I have to say, that my instincts took over. I sort of let all four fingers prod against the smooth little bump inside his bottom. I could see from his face, and the shudder that ran through him, that I was stimulating him almost beyond his powers of endurance. He was really groaning, and he looked totally helpless to resist. I could feel his prostate sort of pump as the first spurt of semen was caught by the nurse in her beaker. Richard looked deep into my eyes. It was if he was presenting me with each spurt of his semen as a gift.

He was anguished and writhing in torment, but he still maintained his steady gaze into my eyes. I felt like a cruel torturer or devilish tormenter as I kept up the stimulation to his beautiful body. Where on earth my words came from, I have no idea. ‘Come along Richard, nice big spurts. I can’t let you finish until you have given me a proper effort. Be a good boy and show me what you can do. Lots of nice big spurts, I know you can do it.’

My fingers flew over the flesh of his penis. I went right up to the top of the glans and ran my thumb across the tip before continuing back down the shaft. I could see from his anguish that he felt every single one of my caresses, both inside and outside of his body. I felt that he would never stop ejaculating as long as I kept stimulating him. I could see that he was an emotional wreck. I cruelly let my thumbnail score lightly against the underside of his penis, sweeping and scoring over the frenulum on my downward strokes.

He began to shiver and shudder as I increased the speed and pressure of my hands. He responded with even more helpless gyrations and anxious wriggling of his beautiful young body. My heart went out to him. I don’t know if this is correct, but I thought that he recognized how I was feeling, because the next three spurts were even more vigorous than the others.

Although I think that he was well finished ejaculating, his exit from his ordeal was sudden and decisive. He fainted. All life seemed to have left his body and he literally slumped down from his taut and rigid, inflexible positioning. I slowed my hands immediately as the nurse gently laid her fingers over his heart. She nodded to the doctor who spoke quietly to me. ‘The poor darling has fainted away. It was all too much for him. You have done very well, Christine. Why don’t you stand by his head and give him a nice big kiss when he wakes up.’

I have to admit, I was surprised that that would happen, and especially with me actually stimulating him so thoroughly. Truthfully, I was embarrassed and secretly excited by what I had done. I did not know, in fact I had no idea at all, that when the doctor asked me to feel inside his bottom, that she was intending me to masturbate my young brother. If I am being honest, I was thrilled and proud that I had been able to do it so well and so effectively as to make him faint with the emotion of it.

I even get excited now when I think about it, or in this case, when I am writing to you about it.

I was looking into his eyes as he opened them. I waited until he was fully compos mentis before I leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips. His look of love was so sincere that I thrust my tongue into his mouth and held him that way for quite some time. I let him go and kissed his forehead and he seemed to succumb to my tenderness until he was almost sanguine. I looked around and could see that the doctor and three nurses were stood together talking quietly.

I thought that the exam was over. They had let him rest for ten minutes, as he looked really lethargic and almost in a stupor at what he had been through. One of the nurses came to stand next to me. She announced that they were ready for him to give a urine sample. She helped him up from the couch after the candy-striper had lowered his legs and lifted them from the stirrups. The older nurse led Richard away and made him stand in the middle of the floor. The candy-striper moved to stand behind him. She reached around him and squeezed the shaft of his penis, which I will tell you, was still very plump.

One of the other nurses held a two-litre beaker with measurements on the side of it. She held it under his penis and lifted the cold sponge she held in her hand. She placed it firmly against his tummy. He shivered and urinated almost straight away. The candy-striper squeezed his penis and stopped the flow while the other nurse took a smaller beaker and held it under the tip of his penis. The candy-striper sort of released his penis a little bit to let him pee more gently until the slender beaker was nearly full and she squeezed him again to stop the flow. The nurse then picked up the larger beaker again and they let him finish his pee.

I can tell you that the young candy-striper was blushing the whole time. After he had finished she knelt in front of him and wiped his penis with an impregnated swab. She looked into his face under her eyelids, and you ought to have seen the sultry look she gave him. Definitely ‘R’ rated! The nurses dressed him, as if he wasn’t old enough to do it himself. They were all flirting with him and telling him what a beautiful looking boy he was and how good he had been during his exam. He could not have blushed anymore if he had tried. The dark-haired nurse who had fetched me through, was ruffling his hair and examining it closely. Suddenly she looked at him in surprise. This is real isn’t it Richard. He blushed as he replied. ‘Yes Nurse it just grows that way.’ Cheekily, I certainly thought, she ran her hand down his from his chest and cupped his genitals through his trousers.

The doctor said goodbye to us both and told me that she would get in touch with our mother.

I tried to jolly him up on the way home, but he just sat hunched down, blushing like crazy. He suddenly asked me pointedly. ‘Did you know that you were going to have to do that to me?’ I told him the absolute truth. ‘Honestly Richard, I had no idea. I didn’t even think that when she asked me to feel inside you, that there was anymore to it than that. She sort of got me to do things in increments. I found that I was actually doing things before I sort of realised what they were all leading up to. I was really worried that you would be angry with me, but I was as helpless to stop it as you were. Honestly, I think if she had asked me outright to do that to you at the beginning, I would have refused.’ My answer seemed to mollify him a little, but he still sat hunched down in the seat of the Jaguar. “I told him. That is why I kissed you Richard. I just felt so much love for you and hoped I hadn’t put doing what I did, between us.’

He sat for a while, I could see that he was really thinking, but he seemed as if he was no longer shying away from me. I continued. ‘I have never kissed anyone like that before, Richard. Not a boyfriend, not anyone except for you, because I love you, my beautiful little brother.’

I could see he was thinking about it because he blushed really deeply. His hand reached out and squeezed my knee. He spoke softly, almost reverently. ‘I think that it may have been as bad for you as it was for me, Chrissy.’

Later, I told my mother everything after Richard had gone to his room. I knew he would be ruthlessly doing his homework. That was always his one way of dismissing something from his mind. Mother listened and seemed to come to decision, although she did not tell me what she had in mind. The upshot is that my mother after lots of telephoning and texting, had arranged for a daily appointment with one of the Nurse Practitioners at the surgery.

That was a week ago. Richard is almost back to normal with me but not quite. Perhaps things have changed irrevocably. Mother has to take Richard to the doctor’s office first thing every morning for treatment, and then I have to pick him up from there and take us both to school in my beat-up Toyota. He is always red-faced when I pick him up. But I avoid any reference to it and talk about other stuff. He always seems to come around eventually.

I must tell you this. It had been a couple of days after Richard’s exam when I asked Mom about the whole thing. Why they did what they did to him at his exam etcetera. Mom said she had specifically asked for that particular test as she had been worried about his development. She said she knew that he did not masturbate, well she had suspected anyway. She said that she wanted to make sure that he was physically capable of ejaculating semen but would not interfere otherwise. She said that the doctor had disagreed with her about her leaving the decision to Richard. So, hence the booking for him to go for therapy every day. I have a suspicion as to what that therapy might be, but Mom would not tell me any of the details.

I know it didn’t happen to me… although it did in some ways, but I thought it was really unfair to Richard that his big sister should watch him have such an embarrassing exam. I personally feel very guilty about seeing Richard fully naked never mind what else transpired when the doctor got me involved. Although at least, now I know that he is totally perfect in form and function, if you know what I mean. I really think that Richard having to endure such and embarrassing examination in front of me is a very valid reason for an ‘It’s not fair’ letter.

I also found out after overhearing one of Mom’s many telephone conversations with the doctor, that she, my Mom that is, always intended to send me with him rather than go herself, and well that’s not fair either. I will show your reply to Richard if you do have any good advice for him. He deserves it as sometimes when he sees me, he will blush to a crisp. It all still seems so fresh and vivid in his mind.

Thank you in the hope of getting one of your wonderful replies to help my sweet brother, Richard. My regards and thanks to your continuously interesting column,
Christine Miller.

(response written by Cassie)

Hello Christine, thank you for writing and describing the situation so well.

My advice is not to feel guilty, because you have done nothing wrong. You have only done as your mom and the doctor asked, and helped your little brother with a medical procedure. The physical affection you showed him was of a tender nature, designed to help him cope. It’s understandable you both of you would feel a little awkward, given the intimate nature of that procedure, but really, it’s no big deal in the great scheme of things. Your feelings are quite normal and loving. Your brother is clearly shy and sensitive, so I can understand his embarrassment, but he shouldn’t worry about it too much. Boys need less privacy, and it’s normal for a boy to be seen naked occasionally by his sisters.

To Richard, I would say that you are a lucky young man. Some elder sisters would enjoy teasing you about this embarrassing procedure, but your sister obviously loves you dearly and wants only the best for you. You should not be too embarrassed, because it’s only your body, something natural and not dirty. It’s really no big deal, even if it may have seemed so to you at the time because of your shyness. You are still a child, and should trust your family, who obviously loves you, to take care of you. Just like a mother washes his young sons, including their boy parts, as an act of love, it was also an act of love for your sister to help you with your medical procedure. You should not be ashamed of that, and you should not resent your sister because of it, quite the contrary!

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