Traci's True Story as Told by Christine
Ann and I are twins who are both seniors in college although we do go to different universities. We are nearly identical in every respect except one of us has a strategically placed mole near a private part of our body and the fact that I grew up accepting enemas whereas Ann grew up hating them. But times change and she now accepts them for their more pleasurable side.
It was the middle of our last semester and we'd both gone home for a couple of days to see our family. Late Sunday night Ann and I went up to bed after a quiet time with our mom and dad. We enjoyed another glass of wine over some good conversation and even caught the evening news. The main bathroom in the old house was huge and with its two sinks there was plenty of room for the two of us to get ready for bed. Ann was standing in front of the mirror wearing a night shirt when I entered the bathroom in my favorite old terry robe that had seen better days, but I loved nevertheless.
"You don't happen to have an extra tampon, do you?" asked Ann. "I just got my period and didn't remember to bring any with me."
"Gee, I don't, but there might still be a box in the linen closet." I said opening the door. "I think you're in luck, there's just two left."
"That's good because I'll be able to use the other one in the morning." Ann came over to get the tampon from me and looked in the closet. "I see mom still has that old red enema bag. Not that many years ago at this time on Sunday nights either you or I, depending on whose turn it was would have been cleaned out and in bed by now."
"I remember those days. Gosh, but you hated it when it would be your turn."
"Not one of my better memories, but I just don't know how you tolerated them so well. I think I was always a little envious over that."
"Don't be. It's just that I learned early that if Mom was going to give me an enema that I should just go along with it because putting up a fuss only made it more difficult. She wasn't about to change her mind."
"Actually, I could probably use one tonight. I don't think I've been to the bathroom in four days."
"Ann! That's terrible. You know Mom would never approve. How about it if I made a nice warm soapy one for you. Then maybe tomorrow you can return the favor?"
"OK. I'm game." she said taking the box off the closet shelf. Although it had been in the family for years, Mom still kept the syringe in the original box. It read "Rexall Kantleek Fountain Syringe" and was the familiar red rubber bag and hose that could probably at one time be found in millions of homes.
As Ann set about attaching the rectal pipe to one end of the red hose and then the hose to the bottom of the bag, I found the bar of Ivory soap and the two-quart measuring pitcher. After running the water to get it at just the right temperature, I filled the pitcher and floated the Ivory on top swishing it around until the water was about the shade of skim milk. I knew that this was soapier than usual, but then again my sister did say that she was pretty constipated.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. All these years I just hated the idea of getting an enema and now look at me."
Ann held the bag open over the sink and I poured the soapy solution in nearly filling it to the top. Even I have to admit that such a full enema bag is an imposing sight..
"What position are you going to use? Want to put some towels on the floor?"
"That doesn't sound so comfortable to me. How about hanging the bag on the back of the door and I'll stand here and lean over the hamper?"
I hung the bag and let some of the air from the hose before putting a generous amount of Vaseline on the nozzle. Ann took her position and raised her nightshirt up above her waist exposing her bare bum and little pink rosebud.
"OK, Ann, just bear down a little as I slip this in." As Ann did so I thought I could even hear a little sigh of pleasure as I inserted the nozzle.
"Mmmm, I kind of like that. I'm ready. Go ahead."
I opened the clamp and adjusted it for minimum flow knowing that the warm, soapy solution would momentarily start its journey to my sister's insides.
"Oh, that feels so good,"
"I can't believe my ears. Maybe I should call Mom to witness this, but the shock might be too much for her," I said giggling.
"Don't you dare," said Ann. "Besides, you and Julie were great teachers when we spent that weekend at the beach house giving enemas to one another."
"You haven't gotten this comfortable just from that weekend. My guess is that you and Mark have been engaging in some practice makes perfect activities."
"He did admit that he got enemas growing up and while we have tried them a few times you can't tell me that you didn't get real comfortable until you got Rob interested." said Ann. Then the thoughts of that prank when the twins had switched places with the result being that Rob gave Ann an enema not only brought a smile to her face, but provoked a slight feeling of feminine dampness as well.
"But he probably never would have pursued the matter if it wasn't just another excuse to get in your pants," I replied.
"And you mean to tell me that Rob likes enemas for their health reasons," giggled Ann casting a glance at the now only half full bag.
"But I was giving myself enemas before I ever did them with Rob. I had a sorority sister who told me they were good to do just before that time of the month."
"They are? You never told me that!"
"I'd never let myself go for four days ever let alone at that time. A good enema keeps me from feeling bloated and headachy, if not moody."
"I think I get moody because I feel bloated. Which reminds me I'm starting to feel kind of full right about now."
"You should. You've already taken the whole bag and all that soapy warm water is about to relieve what ails you," I said shutting the clamp and taking the nozzle out of my sister's bottom.
Ann didn't waste any time getting over to the toilet, sitting down and letting out a torrent of soapy water mixed with the four days accumulation of waste matter. She'd taken a full two quarts and it had worked on her system just like it was intended to do.
Meanwhile I rinsed out the bag and hose and hung it behind the bathtub faucets as I had seen Mom do so many times before also knowing full well that the next morning my bum would be at the other end of the bag of warm soapy water. Ann finished, cleaned herself up and the two of us headed off to bed.
The next morning we woke up to the smell of coffee. Without showering we downstairs to the kitchen. Mom had heard us coming and was just in the process of pouring each of us a steaming mug. "How are my two girls this morning?" she asked.
"Fine," we chorused.
"Traci, are you OK? I saw the enema bag in the bathtub when I put clean towels in your bathroom this morning."
"Why are you asking me?" I said.
"Because I know how much Ann has always hated getting one. When she was younger she'd put up a fight every time I ever gave her one."
"It never got me anywhere either, did it?" replied Ann letting out just a little giggle.
"No, because it was good for you and I had made up my mind."
"Mom," said Ann now turning a bit more serious, "What would you say if I told you it wasn't Traci who'd used the enema bag last night?"
Mom was clearly shocked. "Ann, are you alright? Never in a million years . . ."
"I know. I wouldn't have believed it either. But I got my period yesterday and hadn't gone for several days before. Traci told me that she regularly takes an enema at that time."
"I've heard about that but never personally tried it."
"Mom, I know it's taken a long time for me to get to this point, but you really did know what was best," said Traci giving Mom a big hug. "Besides, Traci is planning to take one this morning just before she showers. Aren't you, Traci?" Ann added with a devilish giggle.
"I never did mind one too much and still don't. I always thought Mom knew best." I said envisioning the full bag of soapy water I'd be enjoying in just a few minutes. As a faint smile came to my lips I thought I could also feel myself getting just a bit damp if not outright wet in anticipation.
Another of Traci's True Stories as Told by Christine
Ann and I are twins who are both seniors in college although we do go to different universities. We are nearly identical in every respect except one of us has a strategically placed mole near a private part of our body and the fact that I grew up accepting enemas whereas Ann grew up hating them. But times change and she now accepts them for their more pleasurable side.
It was the middle of our last semester and we'd both gone home for a couple of days to see our family. Sunday night was the traditional time that Mom would give either Ann or me a regular enema. Ann, however, constipated for the past four days because her period was due and because we'd found Mom's fountain syringe in the linen closet, asked me to give her an enema last night promising that she'd reciprocate and give me one this morning. When we went down for breakfast, Mom was surprised that it was Ann who had used the syringe instead of me. This is where the conversation left off.
"Mom, I know it's taken a long time for me to get to this point, but you really did know what was best," said Ann giving Mom a big hug. "Besides, Traci is planning to take one this morning just before she showers. Aren't you, Traci?" Ann added with a devilish giggle.
"I never did mind one too much and still don't. I always thought Mom knew best." I said envisioning the full bag of soapy water I'd be enjoying in just a few minutes. As a faint smile came to my lips I thought I could also feel myself getting just a bit damp if not outright wet in anticipation.
"You going to be able to manage that OK, Traci?" asked Mom.
"I think so," I said finishing my coffee. "Besides I think Ann can give me some help if I really need it." Ann finished her coffee and, upon seeing me head for the steps, was right behind me.
"A promise is a promise," she said almost too eagerly. When we got to the bathroom, she immediately began running the water and retrieved the syringe from the faucets of the bathtub where it had been drying overnight.
"I've got the soap and bowl."
"I'll take those," she insisted. "You did a great job giving to me last night, now it's my turn." Soon I watched as Ann filled the bowl and floated the Ivory being sure that the solution got really pretty soapy, actually soapier than I would have done for myself.
I took off my robe and the bottoms of my pajamas just as Ann finished filling the bag. "Do you want the same position I used last night?" she asked inferring whether I wanted to bend over the hamper in the bathroom.
"I guess so. It seemed to work OK for you," I replied as Ann then hung the bulging red bag from the hook on the wall and got out the jar of Vaseline. Moments later I leaned over the hamper and my sister took a huge glob of Vaseline and worked it up into my bum. At first it startled me forcing me to take a deep breath, but then I relaxed and could feel that my orifice had dilated under the influence of the finger that had been thrust into it.
"I know it's not as good as when Rob does this to you, " Ann said as she inserted the nozzle.
"It might not have been, but it wasn't bad either," I thought to myself as I heard the familiar metallic click and began to anticipate the flow of the warm soapy solution that would soon be filling my insides. Seconds later the sensation arrived and about ten seconds after that the first cramp hit. "Slow it down, Ann," I pleaded.
She did as I asked. "Sorry, you OK now?"
The cramp passed and the enema continued. I was getting wetter and moved my right hand down to my clit, not only to check my wetness but to help with the sensation. My mind drifted to those times with Rob. As I fantasized that he was there in the bathroom administering the enema instead of my sister I drifted into an orgasm. "Oh, Oh, Ahhhh!" I moaned aloud.
I only came back to reality when I heard Ann giggle.
"Sorry, I guess I got carried away."
"I know. You thought Rob was here, right?"
"Yea, but how'd you know?"
"I've done the same thing thinking that Mark was giving me an enema. Only thing is that I'm alone when I do that."
"Looks like I've nearly taken the whole bag."
"It's never been a problem for you, Traci. But you know it's only been lately that I've ever been able to do that."
I looked down at my bulging tummy and pointed at it for Ann to see. "I think I see where it all is, too," I said with a little laugh. "Now it would be a good idea if I went and got rid of all this."
Ann took out the nozzle and I headed for the toilet. In just the minute or so it took for these events to occur I realized that the enema worked its wonders and was soon to yield its desired effect. I really had to go, and go really bad. No sooner had I sat down, when I let out the first wave. While I knew I hadn't been constipated, the enema sure took a surprising amount out of me. Then both Ann and I were startled to hear a knock at the door. "Traci, are you OK in there?" asked Mom. "Can I come in?"
"I'm fine, but sure, it's OK to come in."
"It didn't take you long to get Traci cleaned out," she said as she saw me sitting on the toilet. Then looking around the bathroom, she asked, "Smells like Ivory. That's what Grammy used for me and that's what I used for you girls growing up. It just never fails."
Just finishing letting out the last remnants of the enema, I couldn't help but think that Mom was right. Again! I cleaned myself up, got up from the toilet and was going to run the water for the shower, when Mom said, "You're not done yet, Traci."
"Yes, I am and I feel much better, too."
"No, you're not done yet. You probably still have soap left inside of you. You aren't done until you've also taken a clear water rinse enema. Don't tell me that you've forgotten about that."
Ann let out a nasty little giggle from where she'd been over at the sink.
Then I remembered during our later teenage years, Mom had heard about the idea of a clear enema to follow a soapy one. Soap was supposed to be irritating and this would clean out the last of the soap. Then bluffing it, I said, "I wasn't going to bother, but it would probably be a good idea."
As if on cue, Ann was already refilling the bag with just warm water. Moments later it was re-hung from the hook on the wall and I resumed my position over the hamper. Gosh, this was embarrassing with Mom now supervising things.
Ann, being the dutiful sister relubed the nozzle and reinserted it up my bum. Soon the water started and I was getting my second filling of the morning. Ann, I could see, was having a lot of fun and it was all at my expense. Truth be known, however, I adore the sensation of warm water filling my bottom.
"You're almost done, Traci, but Mom would be happier if you could take the whole bag," jibed Ann even though I had every intention of doing so.
"Don't worry about that. I know what I have to do," I told her perhaps just a bit curtly.
"As a child you never gave me a moments trouble," said Mom. "But as for Ann. Well, that's surely a different matter."
At this point the bag was empty for the second time this morning and my bowels were filled with warm water once again. It really wasn't necessary for me to hold this enema for very long and within seconds of Ann taking the nozzle out of me I was again on the toilet expelling.
"Ann, was a terror," I said returning the conversation of a few minutes prior. "She hated enemas." Then thoughts of mild revenge came over me. "Come to think of it, Ann, you didn't have a rinse enema last night after your soapy one, did you?" I asked feeling a need to get a little bit even with my sister.
"Well, I . . ."
"It's not so late that we can't fix that problem right now," responded Mom taking down the bag and going over to the sink. I looked up at the shocked expression on my sister's face and was convinced that justice would indeed be served.
After finishing getting rid of the second enema, I again cleaned myself up and put my pajama bottoms back on. Then turning to Ann, I smiled and said quite sarcastically, "OK, off with that robe, sister dear. It's once again enema time for you!"
Ann flashed me a dirty look as she took off her robe and leaned over the hamper. In the meantime Mom hung the bag for the third time this morning.
"This I've really got to see to believe. Ann being cooperative about an enema."
I quickly lubed Ann's bum, inserted the nozzle and began the flow. She didn't say a thing as the warm water traversed the short distance from the bag to her insides.
"See, Mom, she's being pretty good about it."
Ann was a bit flustered by now and her face was nearly the same color as the syringe. But she'd taken the whole bag without a murmur so I took out the nozzle and let her go expel. As she did so, I started the water for my shower, got undressed and got in. The shower felt wonderful and I washed my hair. After getting out I noticed that I was all alone.
After drying off and putting on my robe, I started to pick up the bathroom and saw the enema syringe hanging from the wall. Just as I was taking it down so I could dry it off, Mom came back into the bathroom. "I'll take care of that. You can just go ahead and get dressed," she said.
I picked up my clothes and headed for the bedroom. Mom shut the
bathroom door behind me, but moments later I could have sworn that I
heard water running.
- Chris -
