Talking about enemas with a sibling.

Since I am an only child I have always wondered if siblings talked to each other about the enemas they got in their home.

What were those conversations like?

Who initiated them?

Did you ever try to help each other avoid or postpone one?

What was your feeling when your siblings got enemas?

How did they react when you got an enema?

Actually we didn't talk about them until after I caught her masturbating. I was twelve then. But I did get an enema when I was nine and hated it. My sister knew what had happened when I came running in the room crying. But we didn't talk about them. I didn't really know that she was getting them until after I caught her masturbating as I said but I suspected. For a long time, she would come back to our room after her baths and turn out the light and get in her bed. After awhile I would hear moans and I thought she was having nightmares.

After I caught her masturbating and noticed it was the same moan she explained that enemas made her horny. She got them when she was on her period and sometimes more. She told me that she would tell mom that she had bad cramps and mom would give her an enema when she took her bath. I knew after that if mom and her were in the bathroom together she was getting an enema. It was guaranteed if she was on her period which I knew when that was because we shared a room growing up. I would see her change tampons etc. But sometimes she would get them because she had cramps from being constipated. I could not understand how enemas made her horny because the one I got was awful and hurt. I didn't understand for years. She liked to have a finger in her ass after enemas while she masturbated. We would masturbate together and I didn't mind touching her there but I hated being touched there so I would jump and push her hand away. I only got the one when I was nine and she liked them so I never had to help her avoid them. When she opened up to her present girlfriend about them we would talk openly about them. Like she would bring up the only one I got. How I thought she was having nightmares. LOL Now it is normal talk here. We all take enemas and it is normal. By the way she is two years older than me. We have discussed that if we had a brother we probably would not talk to him about it.

My older sister and I talked about enemas quite often when we were young. Much of our "doctor", "nurse", and "mommy" playtime would include simulated enemas. If alone, we'd sometimes use the dry equipment as props.

We would tease each other when it was announced or obvious that the other was about to be subjected. As we got older, the teasing became more contentious and my sister would tattle on me in an effort to convince mom or grandma that I should get an enema as well. This worked too often.

We loved it when the other was to be getting an enema. I tried to pretend disinterest in hopes of observing as much as possible when she was the subject. She got to watch me several times inasmuch as a couple of folding chairs were set up next to the toilet where mom usually sat while holding the enema bag. I would be on my tummy in the cold tub.

I did feel some jealousy when my sisters got theirs on the bed. I was usually quite uncomfortable in the tub. They didn't seem to fuss like I often did.

Before my older sister passed away, she brought up the enema subject with all of her family gathered at the hospital. I was there with a younger sister. Her kids could never understand why "grandma" always had the enema bag hanging in the shower. My sister offered that we got enemas for a variety of reasons and that was why she didn't subject her kids. They were told that grandma gave us enemas whenever we stayed home "sick" from school or if we failed to have a BM every day.

No way in hell would I have talked to my sister about enemas, suppositories, or my bowels. My parents weren't too obvious about it, but I don't think they went too much out of their way to hide it, so if she wanted to find out she probably could have.

Still don't talk to my sister about it. I assume she doesn't have a problem but don't pry.

No, never. My brothers would be/have been uninterested, uncomfortable, and embarrassed, rather like "Enema? That's disgusting."

Eric

I used to talk to my cousin about enemas. It was her mom that gave them to us. She would announce that whoever was to get an enema this evening and that was that. If you resisted, you were spanked usually in front of each other.

My sister and I are two years apart and so we shared many experiences growing up. We were just little kids when we started playing with the bulb in the bathtub. Although we gave ourselves and each other small enemas in the bathtub, we rarely discussed what we were doing or why. It was like we were always on the same page. Even as teenagers when sometimes we could hardly stand to be in the same room, we sometimes gave ourselves enemas together when we were home alone. Little was said. Little needed to be said. I know that we gave ourselves way more enemas than mom ever did but it was never a discussion.

Even as adults we did not discuss enemas. Only a few times did the subject come up, and there were only two instances when we were together and we had an enema together, the last being years ago. The subject has not come up in conversation since then.

Nope the subject was never discussed.

My younger sister probably got more enemas than my older sister and me combined. Emily was an enthusiastic enema taker and was pretty open about talking about it. Of us three kids she was the only one to ask mom for one. She would engage me in conversation and was quite clinical. It comes as no surprise that today she is a well-regarded physician.

My brother and I always had enemas together a children and used to talk about them frequently as he loved them and I couldn’t understand why. When he began getting erections whilst being given them mum decided we should have them separately but I know he used to spy on me when I was having mine and he always wanted to talk about it afterwards.

We my sister and I , when young knew when we each got enemas . The bulb would be sitting on the sink top drying before being put away, the lube would be sitting out . As we got older and started getting the bag. The bag would be hanging over the tub drying before being put awsy. And then there was Mom , she was a single mother , and dated , sometimes the bag would be hanging over the tub with the long nozzel on it. We were puzzeled by this, not knowing what it was for at the time.

But when the bag was hanging out, there would be smiles giggles blushing, and the hiding of faces, because we knew the other had gotten one.

We were both embarrased by it , me more then my sister. It was very uncomfortable when she looked at me and smiled or giggled because I knew she was thinking of me laying there with the nozzel inserted and trying to hold the enema.

As we got older , my sisters maternal instink took over. I was about 13 , she was 12. I was constipated. Mom said we will have to take care of that . Mom told me to go up to my room. My sister sermised what was going to hapoen. She said to Mom , I want to help, how eles am I going to learn how to do it. Mom always said that she was a year younger , but 4 years more mature then me. Mom said he isn't going to let you, forget it. I know your old enough to understand and learn . But I'm lucky if he diesn't fight me about getting ( and here came the word A ENEMA ).we never used the word ,it was so embarrasing. She laughed as I Blushed . I started to go upstairs as she continued to argue with Mom that she should be allowed to help and learn. The arguing continued with no end untill finnaly they looked at me. Red faced embarrased wanting to get it over with, not feeling well. I just said OK .

After it was finished , every once in a while she would bring it up all through our adult years that she gave me a enema. Every time I would get embarrased.

I was one of three children who got enemas when we were very young. My mother was very gentle and private about our enemas. Very often when one of us needed an enema all three of us would have a turn over our mother's lap with the red bulb syringe and Ivory soap solution. We knew we all received enemas but we never observed each other getting one or discussed our experiences with them. The enemas were small, warm, and gentle. We didn't like or dislike them. They were just a fact of life.