Ann and I are twins who are both seniors in college although we do go to different universities. We are nearly identical in every respect except one of us has a strategically placed mole near a private part of our body and the fact that I grew up accepting enemas whereas Ann grew up hating them. But times change and she now accepts them for their more pleasurable side.

It was the middle of our last semester and we'd both gone home for a couple of days to see our family. Late Sunday night Ann and I went up to bed after a quiet time with our mom and dad. We enjoyed another glass of wine over some good conversation and even caught the evening news. The main bathroom in the old house was huge and with its two sinks there was plenty of room for the two of us to get ready for bed. Ann was standing in front of the mirror wearing a night shirt when I entered the bathroom in my favorite old terry robe that had seen better days, but I loved nevertheless.

"You don't happen to have an extra tampon, do you?" asked Ann. "I just got my period and didn't remember to bring any with me."

"Gee, I don't, but there might still be a box in the linen closet." I said opening the door. "I think you're in luck, there's just two left."

"That's good because I'll be able to use the other one in the morning." Ann came over to get the tampon from me and looked in the closet. "I see mom still has that old red enema bag. Not that many years ago at this time on Sunday nights either you or I, depending on whose turn it was would have been cleaned out and in bed by now."

"I remember those days. Gosh, but you hated it when it would be your turn."

"Not one of my better memories, but I just don't know how you tolerated them so well. I think I was always a little envious over that."

"Don't be. It's just that I learned early that if Mom was going to give me an enema that I should just go along with it because putting up a fuss only made it more difficult. She wasn't about to change her mind."

"Actually, I could probably use one tonight. I don't think I've been to the bathroom in four days."

"Ann! That's terrible. You know Mom would never approve. How about it if I made a nice warm soapy one for you. Then maybe tomorrow you can return the favor?"

"OK. I'm game." she said taking the box off the closet shelf. Although it had been in the family for years, Mom still kept the syringe in the original box. It read "Rexall Kantleek Fountain Syringe" and was the familiar red rubber bag and hose that could probably at one time be found in millions of homes.

As Ann set about attaching the rectal pipe to one end of the red hose and then the hose to the bottom of the bag, I found the bar of Ivory soap and the two-quart measuring pitcher. After running the water to get it at just the right temperature, I filled the pitcher and floated the Ivory on top swishing it around until the water was about the shade of skim milk. I knew that this was soapier than usual, but then again my sister did say that she was pretty constipated.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. All these years I just hated the idea of getting an enema and now look at me."

Ann held the bag open over the sink and I poured the soapy solution in nearly filling it to the top. Even I have to admit that such a full enema bag is an imposing sight..

"What position are you going to use? Want to put some towels on the floor?"

"That doesn't sound so comfortable to me. How about hanging the bag on the back of the door and I'll stand here and lean over the hamper?"

I hung the bag and let some of the air from the hose before putting a generous amount of Vaseline on the nozzle. Ann took her position and raised her nightshirt up above her waist exposing her bare bum and little pink rosebud.

"OK, Ann, just bear down a little as I slip this in." As Ann did so I thought I could even hear a little sigh of pleasure as I inserted the nozzle.

"Mmmm, I kind of like that. I'm ready. Go ahead."

I opened the clamp and adjusted it for minimum flow knowing that the warm, soapy solution would momentarily start its journey to my sister's insides.

"Oh, that feels so good,"

"I can't believe my ears. Maybe I should call Mom to witness this, but the shock might be too much for her," I said giggling.

"Don't you dare," said Ann. "Besides, you and Julie were great teachers when we spent that weekend at the beach house giving enemas to one another."

"You haven't gotten this comfortable just from that weekend. My guess is that you and Mark have been engaging in some practice makes perfect activities."

"He did admit that he got enemas growing up and while we have tried them a few times you can't tell me that you didn't get real comfortable until you got Rob interested." said Ann. Then the thoughts of that prank when the twins had switched places with the result being that Rob gave Ann an enema not only brought a smile to her face, but provoked a slight feeling of feminine dampness as well.

"But he probably never would have pursued the matter if it wasn't just another excuse to get in your pants," I replied.

"And you mean to tell me that Rob likes enemas for their health reasons," giggled Ann casting a glance at the now only half full bag.

"But I was giving myself enemas before I ever did them with Rob. I had a sorority sister who told me they were good to do just before that time of the month."

"They are? You never told me that!"

"I'd never let myself go for four days ever let alone at that time. A good enema keeps me from feeling bloated and headachy, if not moody."

"I think I get moody because I feel bloated. Which reminds me I'm starting to feel kind of full right about now."

"You should. You've already taken the whole bag and all that soapy warm water is about to relieve what ails you," I said shutting the clamp and taking the nozzle out of my sister's bottom.

Ann didn't waste any time getting over to the toilet, sitting down and letting out a torrent of soapy water mixed with the four days accumulation of waste matter. She'd taken a full two quarts and it had worked on her system just like it was intended to do.

Meanwhile I rinsed out the bag and hose and hung it behind the bathtub faucets as I had seen Mom do so many times before also knowing full well that the next morning my bum would be at the other end of the bag of warm soapy water. Ann finished, cleaned herself up and the two of us headed off to bed.

The next morning we woke up to the smell of coffee. Without showering we downstairs to the kitchen. Mom had heard us coming and was just in the process of pouring each of us a steaming mug. "How are my two girls this morning?" she asked.

"Fine," we chorused.

"Traci, are you OK? I saw the enema bag in the bathtub when I put clean towels in your bathroom this morning."

"Why are you asking me?" I said.

"Because I know how much Ann has always hated getting one. When she was younger she'd put up a fight every time I ever gave her one."

"It never got me anywhere either, did it?" replied Ann letting out just a little giggle.

"No, because it was good for you and I had made up my mind."

"Mom," said Ann now turning a bit more serious, "What would you say if I told you it wasn't Traci who'd used the enema bag last night?"

Mom was clearly shocked. "Ann, are you alright? Never in a million years . . ."

"I know. I wouldn't have believed it either. But I got my period yesterday and hadn't gone for several days before. Traci told me that she regularly takes an enema at that time."

"I've heard about that but never personally tried it."

"Mom, I know it's taken a long time for me to get to this point, but you really did know what was best," said Traci giving Mom a big hug. "Besides, Traci is planning to take one this morning just before she showers. Aren't you, Traci?" Ann added with a devilish giggle.

"I never did mind one too much and still don't. I always thought Mom knew best." I said envisioning the full bag of soapy water I'd be enjoying in just a few minutes. As a faint smile came to my lips I thought I could also feel myself getting just a bit damp if not outright wet in anticipation.