My siblings an I have been anal erotic as far back as I can remember. Getting enemas from mom together on our bed or in the bathroom, plus sharing a bedroom till our mid to late teens, made nudity between us a normal everyday occurrence. We simply didn’t think twice about it and there were no secrets between us about our bodies. So once, our grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens, we were expected to take care of ourselves in the enema department. It wasn’t surprising, a few months after school started, my sister an I started giving each other enemas after school in the afternoon, before our parents got home. We each needed the bathroom for the same reason, we needed an enema, because we didn’t like using the bathroom at school. A few weeks later our brother walked in on us, on a rainy afternoon, when his practice got canceled do to bad weather and joined us.
A year or so late, my sister was giving me an enema with the douche nozzle, when it started to slip out. I told her what was happening and she took hold of the nozzle, pushing it back in with a twist. I moaned as she put it back in place and unbeknownst to me, made her curious about what would happen, if she hadn’t stopped. So when the two quart enema bag emptied, with me still in the knee chest position, she started move the nozzle back and forth again. Like before, I started moaning, but this time she didn’t stop till I came all over the bath towel beneath me. It really surprised me, because I didn’t realize I could have an orgasm without touching my penis. Judging from her reaction, it surprised her as much as it did me. As I was sitting on the toilet expelling the soapy enema and she was fixing my rinse enema. I asked her, “what possessed you to do that?” She replied, “when you moaned, I got curious and wanted to see what would happen, if I just kept moving the nozzle back and forth without stopping. I never dreamed, it would make you have an orgasm and come all over the place.” Once finished on the toilet, I got back down in the knee chest position for my rinse enema. When my sister touched my anus with her index finger too lubricate me before inserting the douche nozzle, I about jumped out of my skin. My anus was still very sensitive to the touch from her moving the douche nozzle back and forth so many times. It took a moment, but she finally got her finger inserted and the nozzle in place. Once she had the rinse enema flowing, she started moving the nozzle back and forth again and with my anus still so sensitive, I hadn’t ever felt anything like it, it was like one long orgasm. She went slowly at first, till the bag was empty, then quickened the pace till I came again. She fixed a soapy enema for herself, while I was on the toilet, and hung it up. When I finished, she got down in the knee chest position and told me, “do it to me, I want too see what it feels like.” The first thing I did was, inserted my index finger in her rectum for lubrication, before inserting the douche nozzle. When it was in place and the flow going, I started moving the nozzle back and forth. Slowly to begin with, but once the bag was empty, I pickup the pace. She moaned the moment I started moving the nozzle, and I did as she had done, I didn’t stop till she was on the down side of her orgasm. I was surprised again, this time at how long her orgasm lasted. When we masturbated together after going to bed at night, her orgasm didn’t last any longer than mine or my brothers. That night after we had gone to bed, we told our brother what had happened earlier and had a long conversation about it. The conversation ended with a mutual masturbation session. Needless to say, it became a routine activity whenever my sister an I gave each other enemas. Thanks to my sister, It even got my girlfriend an I doing each other. One afternoon, while at my house, my girlfriend was having period cramps, knowing there was a douche/enema bag hanging in the bathroom shower. She asked my sister, if she wouldn’t mind giving her a couple of enemas for her period cramps. My sister took the opportunity to give her the enemas with the douche nozzle, moving it back and forth in her, till she had an orgasm. As my girlfriend was sitting on the toilet, she asked my sister, “why did you do that?” My sister told her what happened when she did it too me, then what happened when I did it too her. My girlfriend then asked, “do you still do it too each other?” My sister replied, “he’ll do it whenever I asked, or I’ll do him, if he asked.” A month or two later, my girlfriend asked me if I’d give her a couple of enemas using the douche nozzle, because she was having period cramps. I replied, “sure, if you’ll do me afterwards.” She said, “I planned on doing that.” Then I asked, “what did my sister tell you?” She laughed and replied, “you know what she told me.”
After I got married, my wife an I used enemas in the beginning, like my sister and girlfriend had done as teenagers. Anally masturbating each other with the douche nozzle. This led too sexual intercourse while taking an enema, then while holding an enema. Sometimes only one of us held a two quart enema, other times we both did, while having intercourse. Our use of enemas led to sexual intercourse at some unexpected times and places. Whenever we were using enemas solely for health reasons, whether it was me giving her enemas for period cramps or her giving me enemas for constipation, one or both of us, could end up get horny. Leading to some very good sexual foreplay an intercourse. Before we had kids, we often spend weekends with friends or they would come stay with us. One Friday evening, after arriving at our friends house, having supper together and planning our Saturday, we retired to our respected bedrooms. There were three bedrooms upstairs, one bedroom had its own private bathroom and the other two shared a bathroom with access from either bedroom or the hallway. Both upstairs bathrooms had their own linen close, bathtub, and large shower. We were free to use anyone of the three bedrooms, but my wife an I always chose the bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway, because it was the furthest away from the downstairs master bathroom. Following our Friday evening routine, once in the bedroom, we got undressed in preparation to give ourselves a couple of enemas and shower together before getting in bed for some good foreplay leading too sexual intercourse. Just before going to the bathroom my wife opened our suitcase to get our enema bag and realized she’d forgotten to pack it. We didn’t bother to look in the linen close for a douche/enema bag. There was no reason too, because everything we needed was already out, except our enema bag that we forgot. Not wanting put a robe on and go downstairs to borrow an enema bag. We were already nude, so we decided to make do, skipping our enemas and get in the shower to play around. We had sexual intercourse in the shower before going to bed. Once we got in bed we started in on our usual foreplay and sexual activity. I don’t recall how or why the subject of my wife forgetting our enema bag came up at breakfast Saturday morning, but it did. After breakfast our friends told us they needed to show us something upstairs. We followed them to the shared bathroom and they opened the linen close door. Hanging in the linen closet in plain sight were two douche/enema bags and on an eye level shelf, a couple of jars of Vaseline and several boxes of condoms, along with everything else you would expect to find in a linen closet. They told us, don’t feel bad, we made the same mistake ourselves and decided to equip all our bathrooms as we equipped our master bathroom. Then we all walking into the bedroom we were using, and they pointed to the bedroom walls. They had placed hooks in the bedroom walls at the appropriate locations for doing enemas in the bedroom. We asked, “are all three bedrooms done like this one? And what about protection for the beds?” They replied, “we did each bedroom the same and there’s water protection on the mattresses, plus there’s large pads in each the linen closet.” That evening after supper, we were invited to join them in the master bedroom for the night. My wife an I had had a threesome earlier that summer with her best friend and we both really enjoyed it. So when we had the chance for a foursome in their king size bed, we couldn’t turn it down. Needless to say, nobody got much sleep that night. All because my wife forgot to pack our enema bag. The four of us had some good times together, in and out of bed or the bathroom. A few years later when both girls wanted to try and get pregnant, we ended our foursome relationship by mutual agreement before the girls stopped taking birth control pills. That was over forty years ago…