Scott Andrews was sitting in the living room of his Aunt Helen's house contemplating a very serious decision.
On his second day home from college, he'd been playing basketball with friends when he had taken a very bad fall. This had resulted in two broken arms. The following week had been spent in the hospital recuperating and he was still getting use to the casts that now covered both of his arms. Since his parents both worked, it had been decided that he would spend his days with his Aunt because there was very little that he could do on his own.
This being the very first day of this arrangement meant that there were still some very important things that needed to be worked out. Scott had watched TV all morning, and had been served a wonderful sandwich and soup lunch. Aunt Helen had been very careful not to spill anything on him while she fed him, and had even treated the whole situation with as much delicacy as possible.
Now had come time for an even more delicate situation to be handled. Scott could not put it off any longer, he really had to use the bathroom, but he was still trying to decide on the best way to ask for help. The longer he thought, the more pressure was developing in his bladder.
"Aunt Helen," he said.
Coming in from the kitchen, she answered, "Yes Scott, what can I do for you now?"
"I need to use the bathroom," he said meekly, "and I'm afraid that I'm going to need a little help from you."
"Don't worry," she said, "I knew that this might be a little difficult for you, but I want you to know that we'll make it through together."
As she helped him out of the chair, he was once again reminded of how similar she looked to his mother. Helen was three years older that his mother, but they both had the same blond hair, as well as many of the same body features.
Scott followed his Aunt down the hallway, toward the bathroom. He was still very unsure how this was going to go. While in the hospital, he'd needed help to go to the bathroom, and he had never really gotten over the embarrassment of going to the bathroom with the help of the nurses. It had helped that he didn't know any of them, and none of them looked even remotely like his Aunt.
When they arrived at the door to the bathroom, Aunt Helen turned to face him and said, "I know that this might be awkward for both of us, but you need to perform a perfectly natural bodily function with a little assistance from me."
"You're right," Scott replied, "but it's still a little weird."
A look of matronly concern crossed her face, she then said, "I'm sure that it won't be nearly as bad as you might think."
She then turned and proceeded into the bathroom. When she got to the toilet, again she turned to face him and asked, "Do you need to sit down?"
"Unfortunately, yes", he said.
"There, there," she said, "this will be over before you know it."
Aunt Helen helped Scott so that he was now facing her, with his calves now almost touching the toilet. Then, acting matter-of-factly, she knelt down, grasped his sweatpants and boxers in both hands, and pulled them quickly down to his ankles. Quickly standing up, and without looking at his penis, she helped him lower himself down onto the seat.
As soon as he was in position, Scott immediately realized that she was going to have to push his penis between his legs, otherwise he'd spray all over the floor. Without saying a word, he looked up at his Aunt, and nodded at her that additional assistance was required.
Helen knew at once what he needed, so she knelt again, and as gingerly as she could, positioned his penis so that he could pee directly into the bowl. As soon as he was sure that she was safe, Scott let loose with a strong stream that lasted maybe 15 seconds.
While he was peeing, the primary thought in his head was, "Please don't get hard, please don't get hard" over and over. Luckily, his wishes were answered.
When he had finished, Helen took her hand away and looked at Scott. "All done", she asked.
He was still in a strong enough state of embarrassment that all he could do was shake his head. He then pushed down just hard enough to open his anus, and expel the crap that had built up in his bowel. Helen showed no signs of annoyance, or repulsion at this time. Rather, like she had said, he needed to perform some basic bodily needs and she was just there to help.
When he was finished, she reached around him and flushed the toilet. As the bowl was refilling itself, she helped him stand again, and very nonchalantly helped him turn around so that she was now facing his butt.
Scott heard her reach rip of a strip of TP. Then, with just a touch at his lower back, got him to lean over a little. Helen then used her left hand to spread his cheeks, and her right hand to wipe him clean. Again, Scott realized that this was something she had probably done when he was an infant, but he'd never expected his aunt to be wiping his ass when he was 19. When done, she tossed the soiled TP in the toilet and flushed it again.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it," he asked.
"Nope," he said, but much softer than Helen.
Aunt Helen stood up, as he turned to face her. Almost cheerfully, she said, "Why don't I run a bath for you now. I'm sure it will make you feel better."
