Enema from a cousin

This story happened to me when I was vacationing at my aunt's in the summer. She lived in a resort town, and I went to stay with her several times. She lived with her daughter Tanya, who was 24 at the time. I spent my summers there wonderfully, always going for two months. One morning, my stomach started hurting, and I was running to the toilet all day. My aunt asked me, "What did you eat yesterday that made your stomach hurt?"

I said I only ate at home; even when I was at the beach, I didn't buy anything to eat. That day, I only drank tea, ate cookies in the morning and evening, and my aunt made me rice. The next morning, I woke up again from stomach pain and immediately went to the toilet. My aunt was at work, and Tanya

my cousin asked me, "Does your stomach hurt again?" I said yes, but not like yesterday; today it just hurts.

By three o'clock, my aunt came home from work, and I was just in the toilet at that time. When I came out and saw her, she asked, "Does your stomach hurt again? Diarrhea?" I said yes, it often hurts, but I rarely feel the urge to go to the toilet, and not much comes out, not like yesterday. That's how it was on the third day too. Both my aunt and my cousin Tanya were surprised. Then I had to say what I didn't want to say: that when I wiped myself after using the toilet, I noticed a little blood on the paper. My aunt said to her daughter, "Tanya, maybe call Sveta and ask?" Sveta was a gastroenterologist and worked with Tanya; Tanya worked as a nurse in the hospital.

Tanya immediately picked up her mobile phone and started calling her. I heard how she told her everything that happened and heard them arranging a meeting. When the conversation ended, Tanya said to her mom, "I'll take him to see her tomorrow, especially since I'm working the night shift tomorrow." And I said, "Maybe we don't need to go to the doctor; it'll pass sooner or later." I heard the answer from both my aunt and my cousin: "No, we need to," and Tanya said, "You never know what it could be; it's already been three days like this."

The next day, around nine o'clock, Tanya and I went to the hospital; our appointment was at ten. We sat in the hallway near the office; there was only one woman ahead of us. We waited about 15 minutes, and then it was our turn. We both went in. The doctor greeted Tanya casually and asked her, "Is this your cousin?" She said yes. We sat down, although she already knew what had happened, but Tanya told her again what was going on.

Then the doctor, Sveta, asked me about the blood. I told her how it was and said that when I wiped, I noticed blood on the paper. Then she asked me, "Has this happened to you before?" I said no. She told me, "Lie down on the couch and lift your T-shirt." I lay down and lifted my T-shirt. She examined me and then said, "Pull down your pants and underwear and turn on your left side." I blushed a little then. "Come on, don't be shy," and Tanya said, "Come on, don't be shy." I pulled them down and turned on my left side. She slightly spread my buttocks, looked as needed, and said to Tanya, "There's no hemorrhoids; I don't see anything like that." Then she said to me, "Get up and get dressed." While I was getting dressed, she said to Tanya, "We'll do a colonoscopy the day after tomorrow; he must have intestinal inflammation."

While they were arranging the colonoscopy, I sat nearby and listened to everything. I heard the doctor say, "After eight, don't eat anything. At nine, give him an enema, and in the morning, also at nine, do a second enema. I'll expect you at eleven." When we were driving back home, I asked Tanya, "Tanya, why do we need to do an enema?" And she said, "When they do a colonoscopy, they always do an enema beforehand so the intestines are empty."

The next day, when I was getting ready to go out, Tanya was home and told me to be home by eight o'clock. By seven, I was already home watching TV and saying to myself, "The enema awaits me." Then I said to Tanya and my aunt, "Can't we do it without the enema?" Tanya said to me, "I already told you." By nine, I told my aunt, "I feel like sleeping." My aunt said, "Wait, we'll do the enema, and then you can go to sleep." At one point, I saw Tanya go into the bathroom holding an enema, an Esmarch mug. I followed her and saw her start filling it with water. Then my aunt came up to me and said, "Let's go to the room." I said, "Just a moment."

Tanya said to her mom, "Mom, put something underneath." When my aunt prepared the bed, Tanya came in with the enema in her hands and said to me, smiling, "Come on, lie down, take off your pants." I took off my pants and lay down, and just as I started to turn on my left side, Tanya said, "Take off your underwear too so they don't get in the way," and my aunt helped me take them off. Tanya gave the enema to her mom to hold, put on gloves, took Vaseline and the enema hose, smeared the tip with Vaseline, and told her mom, "Lift it higher."

Then she moved my buttocks apart and said, "Relax," before inserting it into my anus. Then she asked, "Is the water going in?" I said yes. After a couple of minutes, I felt unpleasant pains in my stomach and jerked slightly, saying to Tanya, "Tanya, my stomach hurts." She replied, "Hold on a little." Later, I said, "Tanya, I need to poop." She said, "There's not much left." When they finished, I immediately got up and ran to the toilet. As soon as I sat on the toilet, water started coming out, and then everything else; I didn't even close the door behind me.

When I started wiping, Tanya came in and asked, "Is everything okay?" and glanced at my penis, around which hair had already started growing. The next day, my aunt went to work, and Tanya did the enema herself. She said to me, "You'll help." I said, "Okay, if the tube comes out, hold it with your hand." During the procedure, I jerked again. She said, "Relax, don't be afraid, relax your butt." When she finished, she said to me, "It's all done, go to the toilet."

When I came out of the toilet, she said to me, "Get dressed," and again glanced at my penis—after all, women are curious about that. The colonoscopy went well; I had intestinal inflammation. They prescribed a diet and some medication, and after two weeks, everything was gone.