Has anyone watched as his sister received an enema?

Mom practiced periodic enema sessions it seemed. It was like an enema party, with one a squirtin, one gettin it and the last one nervously waiting their inevitable turn. After a few months, though it caught on, as we learned to relax, at mom's advice. Then it was looked forward to. Entertainment of any kind was rare way back then. So this little trip was welcomed by all. With our dairy farm being a good ways off the beaten path, the parties were usually done out doors. I even remember dad putting on mom's brazier and all laughing it up. A picture was taken with dad's old Brownie as he showed off his big big belly! That photo disappeared after times changed and people became more "refined"

So yes, I saw my sister slurp up her bag full and years later was happy to revisit old times. We never got others involved, as it was felt to be a family intimacy, just for us. My brother and a cousin each got the other in the back side once, but it was not near as much fun, though we expected it should be. Problem there, even, was that the cousin wanted to act like he had something on us.

We arrived at my aunt's house one time and when we went in I heard my cousin begging her Mom to stop. "Just a little more", I heard my aunt say. It was obvious she was getting an enema. I was sent outside to play and later when I went into the bathroom I saw the bulb syringe sitting on the edge of the sink.

My sister used to get Large Enemas in the Bath tub some times she couldn't Hold the enema and would be expelled in the tub but my mother would keep the enema going. Once the bag was emptyed my mother would refilled the enema bag for another enema to make sure that this one worked it usually did. Then I got an enema or enemas after my sister was finished. It was a busy enema night

I have two sisters, one older and one younger. When growing up there were those times when we knew that a sibling was getting an enema because our house was small, we only had one bathroom, and there were few secrets. There was probably an occasion or two where my older sister saw me getting an enema, but I never saw either sister get one.

My sister is 3 years older than me. From what I remember growing up I don't think she never even got an enema, let alone me watching. She did though see plenty of my enemas from when I was just about 7 to about 10 years old. It is hard to remember her not being there to watch when my mom gave me an enema. Besides when I got an enema, my mother would not allow us to see each other nude after we turned about 6 or 7. So I guess this was my sisters opportunity to do so.

I also have an aunt who is only 5 years older than me who seen me get an enema back then.

This sounds like the title of a Clint Eastwood movie, "Enema for Sister Sarah."

My sisters helped my Mom give me an enema when I was about 5 years old. That was the last my sisters participated. My Mom still gave me enemas from time to time until I was about 13 years old.

When growing up my sister and i got weekly enemas , she was older and when i was 6 mom started work full time and she gave me my enemas , when i was 8 i got to give her hers it was a good time for both of us ,we gave to each other till i was 16 it was so nice we still give to each other when we can many yrs later

I never saw my sister getting one, but I had an idea when her and my my mom would be moving between the bathroom and her room.

When quite young I watched my friend's mother give her a bulb enema in front of me. She was embarrassed, I found it stimulating.

I was the middle child with an older and a younger sister. All of us got enemas and they were in private, but we had a very small house where my bedroom was right next to the only full bath. The walls were pretty thin and I could hear the goings on when my sisters were getting enemas. My younger sister seemed to get them most often and I remember her asking mom for one on several occasions.

I was an only child. My Father raised me as a single parent. He came from an all-boy family.

Yes, when we were growing up my sister and I both got enemas, and sometimes together or individually. If we were sick, mom would call us into the bathroom, and the door was usually open. We typically got an enema on the first and second or third day we were sick. My first enema recolections were somewhat traumatic, because mom would really raise the bag several feet and I was only five when I have a memory of them. She warned you to clench your butt cheeks and not let the nozzle fall out, or hold it yourself, or she would give you another extra. I know we got bulb syringe enemas when we were younger, because the topic came up later in life. When we lived in the country, I remember my mom taking us out to the outhouse, and a full enema bag and a big pitcher of hot ivory soap water for our second and third enema. We had to sit on the round holes of the outhouse and lift our cheeks up to have her put in the straight nozzle of a 2 quart pink latex bag with pink tube and she would hang the bag on a coat hanger made hook in the 1/4 moon window. I remember the somewhat dreaded words... "when was your last BM?" and if the answer didn't suit mom you got 2-3 enemas until your effluent was clear soapy water, always ivory. Mom also used Ivory for the lube, and it would make your bottom have a somewhat sweet burn-tingle. I also remember waiting in the bathroom one time while my sister got her enemas in front of me, and she was whimpering a lot, as her belly got full and she sat erect on the toilet trying to make room as mom held the bag up until she cried out, and then back down to rest her cramps, then up again to push the flow deeper into her. I remember once my sister got gastroenteritis, and mom put her in the Sims position and lubricated her fingers and put a (likely phenergan) suppository in her. That was the first time I saw my sister's most intimate parts, although I was playing in the hall. Enemas were common in my family growing up, and I remember seeing my mom give my grandmother an enema and vice versa.

My brother and I both got enemas growing up, but with one exception these were always done with privacy.

When quite young, my sister came down with what then was called glandular fever. I was not yet in school and spent time with her. She would read to me or we would talk. I remember my mother coming in with the filled enema bag and telling me that I had to go to my room for a little while. I tried to peek, but the room layout did not provide a keyhole view of the action.

My mom gave me enemas as a child with a small enema bulb whenever she thought I needed one. Saw my little sister of 2 get one of these. Later when i was 5 or 6 I recieved my first red bag enema when I was sick and that started me off giving myself a bag enema whenever I was alone in the house. When I was about 12 I had an early morning paper route and one morning I found a white large douche bulb that had this long white nozzle on it. I went home and took a large bottle of water and went into the woods and used it for a very nice enema. I kept this douche bulb and used it for many years although I did prefer that large red enema bag

I received enemas as a young child, but I don't ever recall my sister (two years older than I) getting them. I supect she probably did whenever she was sick (just like I did), but I certainly don't ever recall knowing that she received them.

When we were in our teens, I did get to see my step-sister get an enema from her mother. She had a bad tummy ache about an hour or so after lunch. She was 14 I was 12. My step-mom left the door to the bathroom open so I saw the enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod looked like it was a full two quart bag. The hose hanging down and the nozzle was covered in Vaseline.

My sister had her pants and panties off and she was kneeling by the bathtub on a small rug. Her mom spread her tuish with her thumb and forefinger and slid the nozzle into her rosebud hole and took the clip off the hose so the liquid from the bag flowed into her rectum and bowels. Being so high up the bag emptied quickly causing my sister to cry out from the cramps it was giving her.

When the bag was empty her mom left the nozzle in for a few minutes to give the soapy mixture a chance to work. After about five minutes my sister was crying saying she had to make.

My mom helped her up and took the nozzle out and sat her on the toilet. the liquid and everything that was in her tummy came rushing out of her hiney hole. After about ten minutes she was feeling better. I went into my bed room so I wouldn't be spotted as being a peeping tom.

Some years ago I was on a business trip out west and took some time to go visit my sister who lives in Portland and who I had not seen in a few years. The trip had taken its toll on me and I was not only a bit tired, but also a bit constipated. My sister, who is not only a mom of five children but also a successful pediatrician, sensed that something wasn't quite right and after some questioning concluded that what I needed most was a good enema. When we got to her house she very professionally insisted that I allow her to give me one. After some persuasion I agreed, but it was one of the more bizarre things that I think I have ever experienced. It is one thing to get one from your spouse, but from a sibling? It was certainly very clinical, but still the idea of it all.

My sister and I both got enemas as children. Well I only got one when I was 9 and hated it. She got them a lot. Now days I love them. I see her get them all the time now because she rents from me. Her and her girlfriend are always using my bathroom. It is big with an arch doorway, no door. It is how it was made. If I am laying in bed I can see right in.

On our little farm, the enema was high tech. Highly esteemed and revered as the fountain of goodness. It was always given as a comfort and occasionally offered for good behavior when about to receive others for food and fun. Beer and cards with cigarettes was an adult entertainment they cultivated with family and neighbors.

Mom had ways of making it special, loving and even entertaining. One way was to bring us into its study. When one was the subject we would swelll with pride. It was like this that i learned that my sister needed extra attention in finding the proper place for the delivery pipe. The technique required focused communication. A greasy finger would start further back and ease down onto the indicated spot. I wanted to play with her, but must demonstrate enema accuracy. So when she indicated it was found, i would work it a little and watch her close her eyes as she mumbled something. Bringing the nozzle to play, i always lost my spot and had to find it all over again. Mom knew what i was doing and let me know, she was wise. Mom also approved of anal pleasuring, but insisted i keep to business. We have lived almost 3,000 miles apart for the last 50 years. She likes me to call her, and seldom calls me. She needs me to touch her inwardly somehow, but is not fond of re-visiting what we used to do to each other, on up into high school. She knew an enema's delight.

My Mother was a nurse and , for a reason i never knew, gave my sister, two years younger than me, enemas on a regular basis.

I always knew when sis was about to get an enema as Mum would boil water in the kitchen and shave soap from a large bar of castile soap into the water. The smell would permeate the whole house and sis would come running into the kitchen to protest that she didn't need an enema,until she reached about 12 or so.

Needless to say it never worked.

She then had to wait for Mum in the bathroom, in just a pair of panties, until the soap solution was ready and Mum would bring the bowl and Higginson syringe in and place it on a small table next to a stool she would sit on.

I was careful to be invisible until sis was naked and across her lap, but would casually walk in as Mum was inserting the nozzle .

She never closed the bathroom door and sis never complained about me being there.

I would chat to her while she got her enemas and was fascinated as Mum pumped the syringe.I even used to count how many times she pumped.

I think Mum felt me being there relaxed sis, as she didn't ask me to leave.

Yes we did talk to each other about them and she confessed she never minded me being there.

Didn't have a sister , had a cousin , that lived with us after her mother passed away. She knew I got a lot of enemas when I was frequently sick , she also loved Back rubs , something I was very good at , still am many years later .

It was during our late teen years , I was giving her a back rub and she ,out of the blue says ," I think you better give me an enema too , hurry , before I change my mind !!

A warm soapsuds enema was given and she purred " that felt good going in , hope it's that good coming back out " .

It must have , after that any time a back rub was done , an enema was given , never had to ask or be told . Never did any more than enemas and back rubs .

I got a few chances to witness my sis getting an enema. It usually happened late at night when most were sleeping. I could tell when she was about to get one because our stepmom had a habit of dosing us kids with a strong, foul tasting laxative.

My sis would protest the proposed medicine until stepmom issued the ultimatum

"A laxative or an enema, what's it going to be?"

This usually produced the desired effect as us kids would usually gag down the terrible liquid. Ironically, despite having had the laxative, an enema was often added for my sis, less often for me.

I had heard the muffled protests late one night coming from the bathroom. I crept to the deck to get a good view and was rewarded with an extended show as I witnessed the poor girl being subjected to the "Three Bags Full" routine that was favored by step mom but hadn't been forced on me...Yet.

I was caught by my sister when she noticed me peeking. I was threatened with an enema myself and was both expecting and looking forward to it. It had been a long time since I'd been given an enema.

When it wasn't forthcoming after an hour or so I asked sis what was happening. She said mom changed her mind and wasn't going to do that.

I was disappointed and began to tease my sister about having to have so many enemas. I began to call her Squirt and that did it. A little whining and complaining brought mom to our room where I was threatened again. I probably could have avoided it. Not only did I not want to, but the thought of mom & the girls (our cousin Hillary) all watching me, turned me on.

I kept teasing then finally baited my stepmom by saying,

"I knew you wouldn't give me an enema, even if you did, it's no big deal."

That opened the floodgates so to speak and I soon found myself nude, lying on an old towel on the bathroom floor eagerly waiting for my parent to return with the pan of warm soapy water that would soon find its way into my eager bottom.

Instead of the old pan, My eyes widened as three half gallon pitchers filled to the brim were brought in by the snickering girls.

I asked who all that was for figuring perhaps the girls might be getting more

I gulped and shivered when I was told that since it was 'no big deal', I wouldn't mind a "good clean out" and the customary 2 or 3 cups I usually received on the rare occasions when I got it, would be increased to 3 FULL BAGS.

Though it was very difficult, embarrassing, and uncomfortable, the girls managed to get all three bags into my quivering, protesting, young bottom.

It was a long time after that before I took any other enemas. However, within the year, I was back at it on my own.

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Just curious. How old were you at the time, and did your cousin return the favor by giving you one?

@RedBulb99 Answer to question, Early 1980s , I would have been in early 40s , No never got enema in return. She really loved a good back rub and enema though Lost her about 15 years ago, heart attack !

My step-brother sometimes watched me and I sometimes watched him getting an enema. Occasionally I also saw his penis fully erect during that tine,

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I have seen my mother give my younger sister. She had been dealing with a bad cold going on for several days. I was walking by her room and the door was open, my mother called me and asked my to come in for a minute. She was sitting on the bed with my half naked sister laying across her lap. Next to her was a chair with a large bowl of soapy water in it. My sister, who was 11 at the time had her face buried in her pillow sobbing. My mother was using an 8oz syringe and was slowly pumping water into my sister. She told me to stick around as she wanted to give me an enema next.

I frequently would see one of my sister's being syringed. Mostly over mom's lap while mom slowly squeezed several bulbs into us.

Of course my sisters would watch me being syringed as well. Around 8 years old I found enemas very stimulating and latter sexually gratifying.

@kathy1949 Did you find a sense of excitement watching your sisters receive enemas or them watching you?