My brother, sister, and I received enemas from mom or grandma when needed as kids. I can’t remember a time when we didn’t get enemas. Starting around age six, when mom gave one of us an enema, she gave the other two an enema as well. Hence, we were in our bedroom, laying naked across a bed together. As we got older, around age nine, rinse enemas were done in the bathroom using the knee chest position. Then a year or so later, both the soapy and rinse enemas were done in the bathroom using the knee chest position, one receiving and two waiting their turn together.
When we spent time at grandma’s, she gave us enemas privately in her bathroom. With a few exceptions, these enemas were given naked laying across her lap. The summer I turned twelve, grandma taught my brother an I how to self administer. The next summer she taught our sister how to douche and self administer enemas. Afterwards, we were expected to take care of ourselves in the enema department, when the need arose.
That same year after school started, with both parents working, when my sister an I got home from school on a cold winter afternoon. I didn’t realize she was constipated and likewise, she didn’t realize I was constipated. Each needing the bathroom for an enema to take care of our constipation. Our brother was still at school, for practice, and wasn’t due home till five. As we went to our bedroom to put our school books down, I told my sister I was constipated and needed the bathroom for an enema. She replied, “I’ve got the same problem.” Paused for a moment, suggested we give each other a couple of enemas and said, “I miss getting enemas from mom or grandma, don’t you?” I replied, “yes, I miss it too.” Then said, more or less, answering for me, “come on, I’ll give you a couple, then you can give me a couple.” I replied, “sure, lets go.”
At that, we both got completely undressed and went to the bathroom naked. She fixed a two quart Ivory soapy enema as I got the salt and baking soda out, put towels down on the bathroom floor, got down in the knee chest position and watched her as I waited. After she hung the enema bag up, she put Vaseline on the nozzle, then her index finger and finally my anus. At that point, she inserted her finger as far as it would go into my rectum, moving it around for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with the adult recital nozzle. As soon as the nozzle was in place, she started the flow, and I felt warmth in my rectum.
Judging from the time it took to take the full bag, she was running the flow slower than mom normally did. Once the bag was empty and I finished my ten minute hold, she removed the nozzle so I could go to the toilet. When I was finished, she had a two quart salt and baking soda rinse enema hanging, ready for me. I got up, got back down in the knee chest position, and she gave me the rinse enema as she had the soapy enema. When I’d taken the full bag and held it for five minutes, she removed the nozzle so I could get back on the toilet. By the time I was done she had fixed a two quart Ivory soap enema for herself, had hung it up, and was waiting in the knee chest position. When I got up, I repeated the steps she used to administer my enemas, as I administered her soapy enema. Once she had taken the full bag and held it for ten minutes, I removed the nozzle so she go to the toilet.
While she was expelling, I fixed a two quart salt and baking soda rinse enema, had it hanging, waiting for her. When she finished, she got up and got back down in the knee chest position, again I repeated the steps I used for her soapy enema. And once she had taken the full bag and held it for five minute, I removed the nozzle so she could go to the toilet. While she was expelling, I picking up the bathroom, putting the salt and baking soda away, picked up the bath towels from the floor, and put them in the laundry hamper.
When I finished, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, because she wasn’t through yet. As I sat down, she noticed, I still had an erection and made a comment about my penis still being hard as a rock, “I remember your penis staying hard like that, when mom gave us enemas together. You really like enemas don’t you?” I said, “I can’t control it, it’s got a mind of it’s own.” Then said, “you like enemas, just as much as I do! How do enemas make your vagina feel?” She replied, “my vagina got tingly when mom gave us enemas, but now, it gets damp and tingly, just thinking about enemas, let along getting one. But your right, I do like my enemas.”
Then we talked for a while, about our feelings, and whether we should continue doing enemas together. Then finally, she said, “I liked the enemas you gave me today and the feelings I got. Do you want to do this again?” I replied, “I sure do. The couple of enemas you gave me today, were better than moms. It’s not nearly as nice, doing them by myself. It’s much nicer, when someone else does it.” Then I asked, “what about you?” She replied, “I like doing them together, I miss mom or grandma giving us enemas. And like you said, it’s much nicer when someone else does it for you.” That was the end of our conversation, as she got up and got in the shower, I went and stretched out on my bed, totally naked waiting my turn in the shower.
Within a year giving each other enemas turned from need to pleasure. My brother, sister and I continued this activity till we graduated from High School. I was the first to graduate, leaving my brother and sister. The next year, my brother graduated, leaving my sister solo again, to my knowledge.