Has anyone watched as his sister received an enema?

I saw one male child receiving a bulb enema from his aunt and then watched as she very openly gave herself an enema in my full view.

A few years later I watched in secret as my RN mom gave two neighborhood ladies a series of three enemas on two different occasions!

Those visions are burned into my memory.

A few years later I watched in secret as my RN mom gave two neighborhood ladies a series of three enemas on two different occasions!

Those visions are burned into my memory.

@Real_Screamer

I can imagine those are some wonderful memories!

While living on our grandparents farm in West Virginia from about 7 YO to about 12 YO when we moved to Philadelphia, enemas were given in the large upstairs bathroom with mom or meemaw sitting on the window seat, (old houses had them used for storage too) the recipient laying across the administrator's lap. There were no houses anywhere near us so the curtains were sheer and usually pulled back, The bag could be seen hanging on a hook beside the window with the hose clearly visible in a squirming butt. As the windows on the second floor opened onto a roof that covered the porch that wrapped around the house it was easy to climb out a bedroom window and peek at someone getting their enema. Tess was two years older than me and enjoyed enemas too, she wasn't shy about her enemas as we shared a common interest. Our two younger sisters (1.5 and 3 years younger than me) both hated enemas and put on the best shows!

A couple of years ago I took a trip north to visit family spending a few days at Tess' home and I used the shower in her bath when the guest bath was occupied, there was a silicone bag hanging in the shower with a all too familiar enema tip on it! We did talk some about the good old days after that discovery! And I know y'all (southern accent) will be wondering, it was only talk about our remembered childhood.

LostInThe50s

I was sometimes aware of when my sister got an enema. Wasn’t from her reaction though because she was docile and submissive and I heard little if nothing from the bathroom. Mom liked to announce who was getting an enema and why. That’s how I knew. I never saw her getting one and never wanted to see her getting one and I never tried to see her getting one.

Yes, when we were young we used to get enemas one after the other, so I saw her getting it.

Only by sneaking a peek. My mom and much older sister would take care of personal health situations privately in my mom's room with the door not completely closed, after I went to bed or I was not in the house. It was just us three in the house so everything was female oriented. They didn't really hide things. After bedtime I saw them taking enemas and sometimes douching after a period or before or after going out.

I know my younger brother walked in a few times when I was getting one..

My mother would announce enema time, my little sister and I would get naked and go into bathroom. I would get my enema first, to show my sister it didn’t hurt and while I was emptying my sister would get her enema in front of me.

Growing up, mom gave my siblings and I enemas on the bed, laying either on our stomach or back together. At grandmas, when I was six, she taught moms two sisters personal hygiene as preteens, then how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, giving the girls responsibility for our evening bath, including enemas. Her downstairs bathroom had a linen closet, two vanities, toilet, padded bench, and a large walk-in dual head shower. Being only six years difference in our age, and more like siblings than aunts, we were all in the bathroom together at bath time. On regular evenings once in the bathroom, the girls undressed us, then themselves. Afterwards, they put us in the large walk-in shower together, then got in to bathe us and keep order. On evenings when they gave us enemas, once we were all undressed, the girls fixed and gave us and themselves a couple of enemas. Watching one another as we each received a soapy followed by a rinse enema. Once the enemas were finished, we returned to the normal daily routine.

That's exactly what got me hooked, no doubt.

I havent !

No, but I wanted to. She got to watch me get enemas a few times so I wanted to see her get one!

I don't have a sister, but I grew up for a few years with my stepsister, who was older than me... when I was 5, she was a teenager.

I know she received enemas from my stepmother, my grandmother, and my aunt (a close friend of my stepmother), but always less frequently than me. I never watched while she received them because I wasn't allowed to enter the room. However, I knew very well what was happening and I wanted to watch.

Sometimes, while my stepmother or grandmother was giving me an enema, my stepsister would be there to assist. This happened especially when I was little (from 5 to 10/11 years old). As soon as she found out I was getting an enema, she would come in and chat about this and that, often commenting on the procedure. This started to bother me when I entered puberty, so my stepmother told her not to come in anymore.

It happened a few more times, but she would come in and leave without stopping.

The last time it happened, I was 13. I remember that my grandmother was giving me the enema that time, with a bulb syringe in the knee-chest position. She came in as soon as the procedure began... and stayed next to my grandmother, who didn't send her away. I asked her to leave, but they both downplayed it, saying that it had happened before. I remember my grandmother telling her, ‘This is the correct position for enemas’ and ‘It's okay for girls to see boys naked, but the opposite should never happen’.

She stayed for almost the entire procedure (after filling and emptying the bulb syringe 4-5 times) and only left when my grandmother pointed out my erection. I think my stepsister understood that it was time to leave.

@medjjohn said,

It's okay for girls to see boys naked, but the opposite should never happen’.

When my siblings and I were growing up, our grandmother was a retired Registered Nurse and taught us not to be ashamed of our bodies. Plus, both at home and grandmas, we had to share a bedroom until our mid to late teens. So, seeing one another naked wasn’t an issue. It was the nineteen fifties, enemas were commonplace, and our grandmother was a firm believer in enemas for kids, teenagers, and adults for a variety of reasons.

Doctors of the era prescribed enemas for various reasons, like doctors today prescribe MiraLAX. Then, when kids were home sick in bed, doctors prescribed daily enemas until the illness passed.

From age six on, whether we were at home or grandmas, my siblings and I received enemas together. However, there were occasions when we received an enema in private, it just depended on the circumstances.

Even when my kids were growing up in the late seventies and eighties, their pediatrician prescribed enemas for various reasons. According to him, laxatives in general were too harsh for children under the age of eighteen.

We didn't receive enemas together, but it has happened to enter the room or bathroom and see my brothers receiving enemas. My siblings have also seen me receive enemas many times. My parents said there was no reason to feel ashamed.

Not a sister, but my Mom, on several occasions when a pre-teen. And she was complaining and moaning a lot!

Oh yes, it was because of this incident that my fetish was born. When I was 5-7 years old, I was sitting restrained opposite an open bathtub where my cousin was giving herself an enema (she was 15-17 years old). She was on all fours with her butt turned towards me. She was breathing very deeply and moaning. And I was breathing like a dog, enjoying this spectacle. A Soviet Esmarch mug was hanging from above. Probably more than a liter. I watched. And I liked it, despite the fact that it was painful for her. I don’t know how they allowed this, for me to watch. But I don’t remember what happened next. There were no consequences.

My sister and I began playing with the bulb syringe in the bathtub when we were about six and eight, giving each other small enemas, because it was fun. As we got older, it was more common that we watched each other as we gave ourselves the enema. I think we wanted the control of the insertion, flow control, and other things.

Not sure if mom knew what we did in the bathtub, but when mom was giving the enema there were no spectators. We knew when somebody was getting an enema, but it was only mom and the receiver in the bathroom. No spectators.