Has anyone watched as his sister received an enema?

Has anyone watched as his sister received an enema ?

Not my sister, but did see my brother get a good one

Enemas were pretty common when I was growing up and our downstairs bathroom door was hardly ever shut. I walked by at times to see both my brother and sister getting enemas but my father as well. There were times when my mom administered them to all of us one after the other. She got enemas as well but mostly in private with either my dad or grandma administering them.

Eventually my sister and I played with enemas together when we were alone. She loved my rock-hard adolescent erection and soon learned to masturbate me. I'm not sure which was better- the enemas or to cum in her hand.

I never got to watch my sister getting her "official" enemas from mom and or grandma, but we played enemas ourselves and gave them to each other at every opportunity. We loved nothing better than to have a Sat alone together - we'd head straight for the bathroom, strip and begin giving each other as many as we could. We mutually loved the sound of expelling and masturbated together - or each other. She particularly loved it if the first enema she gave me really caused me to empty a big load.. she felt she'd really helped me (like mom). We often knowingly ate constipating foods in preparation if we knew we had a fun Saturday or evening coming up. We were completely free sexually - probably more than many married couples. Of course this all stopped when I went away in the military. But even 45 years later I still think about it.

My mother used enemas as the universal cure all for any medical problem from a cold to a broken limb LOL.

Everyone in the family was used to seeing everyone else getting one at some time or another.

I started giving them to myself as I liked the feelings at about age 13

I have no sisters, but as a child I have often seen my younger brother receive enemas and, in turn, he has seen me get them.

Between my brother and me there is still a complete intimacy so that, he being constipated, a few years ago I gave him a couple of enemas in the presence of his young wife to teach her how to do.

That situation appeared very funny to us all.

I never saw my sister get an enema. In fact, I don't think she ever got one when we were kids.

However, she has seen me getting one a few times. When we were very young, mom didn't mind having my sister in the bathtub while I was on the toilet. And of course if I didn't "go" I got an enema, even if my sister was in the bathroom too.

I saw my sister get an enema from the enema bag, when she was about 4 years old, and I was about 5. I remember she could not hold it all, and started leaking, so mom had to hurridly place her on the toilet!

I recall when my sister (11 at the time) and I (7) got into a discussion of our enema experiences with Mom. We agreed we liked them though we would object strenuously. We agreed to exchange enemas at that moment. We searched for the bag. Mom had moved it from its regular place in the linen closet and we never did complete our plan. I have often thought that Mom may have concluded that we liked her enemas and hid the bag as a means of maintaining her control over the process.

Yes, I saw my sister receive an enema once when we were visiting my grandmother. She was 12 at the time and I was 9. The bathroom door was partially open.

I watched through a vent shared between our rooms. She was bent over a chair while Mom pumped it in her with a bulb syringe.

We didn't have enemas in the house as a child. I've had to wait until just recently to explore that side...

I remember getting my first enema from my mom with dad standing in the doorway implying authority. My sister and I were terrified and cried and cried afraid of the red bag we had never seen before. I was 5 and sis 7. As mom released the clip I really became scared because I knew that it was too hot and too strong with soap. Don`t ask I just knew.. That was the first and last enema we ever received. I started my own enema experiments with a rinsing hose in the bath tub.

My sister and I received enemas from a small bulb syringe when we were young.I opened the bathroom door one time and saw my sister across my Mother's lap getting ready to start the enema.Of course I was told to leave.A couple of years later I heard my sister crying in the bedroom and open the door to see what was wrong and again I was told to leave.This time she was getting a enema from a hot water bottle combination syringe.Those type of images are burned into your brain for ever.

Never saw any of my sisters get one but one time we were visiting our grandma and my aunt, who was in high school and I was about 13 at the time I saw her across my grandmas lap getting an enema with the red bulb

My brother has....

I would have loved to either give or get one from my sister but no such luck at our household! We were always given separately.

I got an enema from my mom only one time in my life and i was constipated. I later discovered the erotic side of enemas on my own.

Yes. We would both receive our "before going to summer camp" enemas at eh same time. This continued until she was eleven and I was seven. No reason was given by Mom for this new form of enema segregation. Sis and I discussed exchanging secret enemas on a number of occasions. We looked the equipment one day and found that Mom had moved it from the usual place. .....Interesting

I never saw any of my siblings get an enema and as far as i know they never saw me get them but I was preoccupied at those moment's.

I remember seeing my younger brother being carried into the bathroom kicking and screaming that he didn't want an enema. I think he got one anyway.

The first time I saw any of my siblings get an enema was one of my brothers, I was 4 he was 12, mother had him on the bed in the diaper position and she was syringing him with a 10 ounce enema bulb, the nozzle was at least 5 times a normal enema nozzle, maybe bigger, he was crying and complaining as she gave him several bulbs and then held the nozzle in him to help him retain the enema, I was both frightened and excited from his crying and discomfort, and then not long after I watched as one of my sisters had to be restrained by 2 women while mother enemaed her with an enemal enema can my grandmother used on all of us eventually, this was VERY frightening and VERY exciting as well, and then I saw her give another one of my sisters an enema with a big red bag, using the douche nozzle, this time I was only excited, not frightened, as my sister, on all fours whined and complained,and I soon began to sneak in the bathroom and play with the big douche bulb, I was only 5 when I tried to give myself an enema and was caught by my mother.

Only got a brief glimpse...but everyone in the house knew she was getting an enema from her strong protests at age 13.

If one of my two younger sisters or myself got sick, then all three of us got enemas. Two for the sick child and one for the rest as a preventative. Being the oldest, I always was first in line, followed by the two girls, as I was in the bath. That gave me a direct view of their anus and the nozzle going in. If mom was sick, she also took a couple of enemas.

When I was 16, I saw my 13 year old sister in the kitchen sitting on a chair. She was dressed only with a panty and a shirt.

On the kitchen table was a enema syringe and a rubber blanket. On a stool stood a large bowl with camomile tea. My sister looked a little sad, and had a few tears in her eyes.

When my mother saw me, she said to me, that my sister now receives an enema, and that I should leave the kitchen. After a while, when the kitchen door was closed, I heard my sister call: "No mom, no, please not !"

One day my mom put the red enema bag in a paper sack and we went over to my cousins house. I dont know if the two girls had been bad or what, but she said my Aunt Barb was going to give them a enema. Oh how I wished I could have watched that!

I dont have sister but my brother take an enema in front of me in my early childohod

My sisters & I all received enemas both for health reasons, and sometimes as a punishment - they were administered one after another, and whining was not tolerated.

When I was about 4 I saw my sister get an enema from my mother. She was 2 or 3 and probably too young to remember. She had been sick for a few days and was constipated. My mother didn't have an infant enema nozzle, so I was sent next door to borrow one from a neighbor. Our bathroom was small and my mother had my sister on the floor, a believe on her stomach. My mother had a red folding syringe that had maybe a little over a pint in the bag that was hanging on a towel rod over my sister. My sister wasn't very happy about the enema as was crying. Once the enema started, my sister complained more and started screaming for my mother to stop it. This was getting rather tramatic for my mother. When she noticed me standing in the doorway she told me to leave and closed the door. Finally, I heard my mother say "maybe that's enough". When the door opened, my sister was sitting on the toilet crying and squirting!

This was the only enema that was ever given in our household as far as I know. I had to wait several years before I had the opportunity to give myself one.

I don't have a sister, but saw a friend's mother prepare an enema for herself in the kitchen sink and then took it to a bedroom an give it to herself knowing that we were sneaking looks. We were about 12 and she was about 35.