Enema for my sister

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.

I think the subject was brought up of 1 might needing one but i was the one who got them as far as i know

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.

@Westy was the sister Emily?

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.

Hey, Piper Fox

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

Redbulb ; 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.

Huggie, do you recall the motive for these two enemas?

Enema giving was always a family concern and very seldom private. We got into each others problems and delight all the time. I just found this modern day family with the exact flavor of our young family 50 & 60 years ago.

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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?

I think that enemas serve so many purposes. Medical, discipline, routine clean outs, punishments. I'm not so sure they should all be private. Definitely not if it's as punishment. Public all the way then! That's how it was for us as kids. Even if company was over. Too bad. Doors were open and it was announced. Adults talking and other kids watching and laughing. That did it alright.,

Sounds like I missed a lot growing up as an only child. My mother gave me one once when I was constipated. I think I was about 3 or 4. My half sister was married and out of the house before I was born. I have a nephew who is only 9 months younger than me. I did have a couple girls for playmates until about the age of 10 when we all found playmates from school. I bet they would made good spectators if my mother had used enemas to punish me. We probably would have found a way to do that to each other. There was a red bag hanging in the bathroom but I was told it was for my mothers womanly use. You guys had all the fun!!!

Please do not tell me that this is related to incest, because I doubt that the parents would let their kids see each other receiving enemas

This has NOTHING to do with incest

I saw almost every enema my sister got, because I was kneeling over the side of Mom's tub getting one with her. Aside from almost 50 years apart during our marriages, we see them all now, because we are either giving one to or getting one from the other. And I agree 100% with Susie: this is NOT incest!

I am the middle of 3 girls and we all got enemas together mostly every Saturday morning so we saw each other since we laid side-by-side on r parents' bed

Ellie

I the youngest with two older sisters. We used to get enemas regularly from my mom. She'd put three towels down on the floor of her bedroom and we'd all lay down with our pants down. She used one enema bag with the same nozzle for all of us. Going from one to another - usually two passes. We only had one bathroom and I always seemed to be the last to get to use it. Maybe I was too young - but I don't remember any arousal or curiosity with my sisters. But it was the start of a fabulous friendship with enemas!!! Have continued - mostly on my own - on and off for 50 years.

My sister and I both got occasional enemas from mom, but always in private. Even though we both knew the other got enemas, and we even gave each other enemas playing around as little kids in the bathtub, I never saw mom give her one and I am pretty sure she never saw me getting one from mom either. Even though enemas were no secret in our family, mom never saw the need to do them together.

My case was the opposite. My sister has seen many times when they were preparing my enema, sometimes she saw me taking enema. She had no constipation problems ... she was more and more lucky than me!