When my siblings an I were preteens, our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene an enemas became our personal responsibility. At first, we did enemas solo, but it didn’t take long before we started giving each other enemas. In the beginning, we used the adult rectal nozzle, that mom used when we were kids. A couple months into this activity, when my sister an I got home from school one afternoon. We’d gone to the bedroom to put our books down and get out of our school clothes. As we were taking our clothes off, I told my sister, “I need a couple of enemas, I’m stopped up.” She replied, “I am too. I’ll do you, then you can do me.” I said, “ok.” We finished removing all our clothes and went to the bathroom. I got salt, baking soda, and towels out of the linen closet we’d need, as my sister fixed a soapy enema to give me. When I finished spread the towels on the bathroom floor. She told me, “Get a douche nozzle out of the drawer. I’m tired of holding the rectal nozzle in place.” I did as she asked and got one of mom's douche nozzles out of the vanity drawer. When I handed it to her, she gave me the adult rectal nozzle to put away. Once that was done, I got down in the knee chest position and waited for her to finish fixing the soapy enema. When the enema was ready, she hung it up, put Vaseline on the douche nozzle and her index finger. Then put her finger in my rectum as deep as she could and started moving it around. As she twisted her finger, she moved it in an out at the same time for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with a curved douche nozzle. As she pushed the nozzle in place, it touched something in me, that send what felt like an electric shock through my body. I didn’t say anything to her, because I didn’t know what caused it. When it happened, my bottom wiggled around a little and she scolded me, “stop wiggling, I don’t want to hurt you.” Over the next few months, when she gave either my brother or I enemas using a curved douche nozzle, the same thing was happening to both of us. It didn’t happen every time, but it happened enough to really make us curious.
By the time school was out for the summer, my curiosity was getting the better of me. So, when we were sent to grandmas for our yearly four to six weeks stay. We’d been responsible for ourselves in the enema department for the last year and were taking care of ourselves, but grandma or our aunts still occasionally gave us enemas, if they thought we needed one. It was routine for grandma to give each of us a couple of enemas a day or so after we’d arrived, and it was no different this time. So, when we returned from swimming the next afternoon. I wasn’t surprised, grandma took me to the bathroom for a couple of enemas as soon as we got back. Once in the bathroom, she told me to get out of my wet bathing suit and get down in the knee chest position while she fixed my soapy enema. After I was in position, I used this private opportunity to ask grandma about what had been happening. Explaining in detail what happened as our sister pushed the curved douche nozzle in place and what my brother an I felt. She explained, what we felt was the tip of the douche nozzle rubbing against our prostate gland through the rectal wall. That it was completely normal, an occasionally happened to males when given an enema by someone. When she finished giving me a soapy and rinse enema, she called my siblings to the bathroom. Once we were together in the bathroom, she explained again in detail what happened and why. Our grandmother was a retired nurse, and her explanation was purely clinical. There wasn’t anything sexual in her explanation, just the mechanics of how and why it happened. She left the sexual part to our curiosity an exploration. When she finished, she turned to my brother and said, “your next, get your bathing suit off and get in position while I fix your first enema.” Hearing that, my brother stood up and took his bathing suit off, then got in the knee chest position as I got up and put my bathing suit back on. As my sister an I were about to leave, grandma reminded her she was next saying, “don’t go far, you’re next.” My sister surprise me, when she asked grandma, “can I say and help?” Grandma looked at her and said, “off with you.” Less than an hour later, my sister was in the bathroom with grandma getting a soapy and rinse enema. This incident increased our curiosity about our sexuality an enemas fivefold over the next years. Exploring both with the overdrive that only freshly awakened teenagers possess.