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Carla
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Date Posted: Monday, April 23, 2012, 10:46: am
One older brother (2 yrs older) and one younger sister (1.5 years). We all got weekly enemas from infancy until we moved out of the house. When we were very young - up to 7 or 8, we'd get our enemas on the kitchen table, laying on our backs with our feet up in the air.
Mom used a four ounce bulb syringe and we were young enough so that nobody minded if they were being watched while they were getting it. In fact, mom wanted the next in line to be ready to hop up on the table as soon as the previous enema was finished.
Typically, my little sister got the first enema, I got the second and my brother got the third. Her pants and panties would be on a chair and I'd lay my pants over the back of the chair while she was getting her enema. Mom would put a big plastic mixing bowl full of soapy water on the table and refill the bulb syringe from it. It held enough water for us all so she didn't have to refill it. I didn't usually watch her insert the enema syringe and squeeze the bulb because it was more fun to watch my sister's face. I could tell exactly when the pipe was inserted and when the bulb was squeezed by watching her expression, especially her eyes.
When mom had given her enough, she would gingerly crawl down from the table. That was my que to take off my panties and get up on the table where she'd been. Mom would grab my ankles and lift my legs up to expose my rear and then I'd hear the enema syringe being filled, feel the pipe being inserted into my bottom and then she'd squeeze the bulb and I'd feel several ounces of soapy water squirt into me.
My sister would be standing there, squeezing her bottom closed with both hands and doing the enema dance while she waited for permission to run down the hall and poop. I don't know if she watched my face or what, since I was always a bit preoccupied with getting my own enema to pay any attention to her and besides, she was just my sister.
After squirting four or five bulb fulls of soapy water up my rear, mom would let my sister run to the bathroom and that was my brother's que to come into the kitchen and take his pants off. I always knew exactly what he was looking at because I could see him staring right at my crotch, which of course, was completely exposed. There wasn't anything I could do about him looking at me, so I'd concentrate on watching the water level go down in the bowl every time the bulb was refilled. I don't think I watched anything in particular when the pipe was inserted and the bulb was squeezed because actually getting the enema squirted into me took up all of my attention.
After another four or five bulb fulls, it would be my turn to (very carefully) crawl down from the table and start my little enema dance. My brother's shorts would be on another chair along with his pants and he sometimes had an erection as he climbed up on the table. Hard or not, I very much enjoyed staring at his crotch and rear and watching him get an enema, although the ever increasing urge to run to the toilet took some of the fun out of it. If he had an erection crawling up on the table, it didn't go away as he took the enema and if he didn't, I sometimes got to see one magically appear as the bulb syringe did its work.
When I finally got permission to go to the bathroom, I'd run down the hall, desperately squeezing my cheeks together, and just slam my rear down on the toilet seat and start pooping my guts out.
I'd always make sure I was finished on the toilet and wiped clean by the time my brother was running towards the toilet, so I could be walking towards the kitchen as he tore by. I still love to see a man with an erection desperately holding an enema in while running for the toilet. Just ask my husband.
When my brother entered first grade, mom switched his enemas to the bathroom using the fountain syringe which made me both jealous because my sister and I were still getting the "kiddy syringe" and also because we weren't allowed in the bathroom to watch. I don't think we would have seen much with him laying face down across mom's lap anyway.
I got switched to the bathroom and the fountain syringe when I entered first grade and likewise for my sister. We weren't allowed into the bathroom while my brother was getting his enema and he wasn't allowed in while we were. Which was a pity.
The bulb syringe was put in a drawer under the bathroom sink and didn't get much use after that except in cases of really extreme constipation when we were so full of s_it the fountain syringe wouldn't work and mom would use the rubber bulb to force a small enema into us, just to break things up and empty us enough to make room for the fountain syringe's nozzle.
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