Friday evening

The workday, which had dragged on for so long, was coming to an end. It had been a long week overall; everything had piled up suddenly as usual, except for the exams. At least I passed my exams and have no retakes left. Just six more months and that's it, I'll transition from being a student to a young specialist.

After studying for a year at the institute, I got drafted into the army. When I returned, I transferred to distance learning and started working to help my mother, especially since I have a younger sister, four years my junior. She's also studying at an institute now, full-time though. Her exam session started a bit earlier, and she finished her ordeal before me, also passing all her tests and exams without any retakes. But she didn't go out to celebrate anywhere; she's waiting for her boyfriend from the army.

He's already served four months. That guy's lucky; no one waited for me from the army except my mother and sister, but maybe it's for the best. There was even a desertion from our unit, with a weapon, over a girl. They called the guy and told him his chick was fooling around, so he grabbed his weapon and ran. They caught him on the way and sent him to a penal battalion. So who the hell knows what's better, but Anya seems to be waiting for him faithfully. She doesn't go to clubs; she goes straight home after classes. That boyfriend of hers is some kind of complicated guy, from a well-off family. As soon as he got into the army... who the hell knows, I'll have to ask Anya.

Anyway, the week turned out not great. I had a major fight with my chick, my work partner got sick, and I had to negotiate with the shop foreman to get someone to help out, especially since I still had to finish my exams. Otherwise, I would have taken time off, taken the exams, and gone back to work, but here I was without a partner. They also delayed my salary; they only paid it today. In short, I decided to drink some vodka today, soothe my soul, and celebrate finishing my exams. My mother called to say she's going to the village after work to see Grandma and Grandpa. I mean, they're my grandma and grandpa, but to her, they're her father-in-law and mother-in-law. My father died a long time ago, but my mother didn't stop communicating with Grandpa and Grandma; we help them when the gardening season comes. My aunt lives there with her husband and kids too, not in the same house but in the same village. Everyone thinks my mother wants Grandma's house, but she doesn't need it at all; she just visits them, not for any gain. Although my aunt, her husband, and their son also visit us when they come to the city for shopping. They stay with us for a couple of days; my mother gives them her room and moves in with Anya. My little cousin is still a kid, a real livewire, loves playing war games, not like city kids. In the city, everyone's cool, hanging out on the internet with their phones and tablets or playing games online at home, but he's a normal kid, no airs.

So, I got a half-liter bottle of vodka, some juice to chase it, and all sorts of snacks—after all, I did get my salary—and headed home.

It was quiet at home, not even a light on anywhere, even though it wasn't late yet. Anya might have been out with a friend.

My sister has grown into such a sight for sore eyes. Sometimes, it really makes you cross-eyed when she comes out of the bathroom in her robe and twirls in the hallway in front of the big mirror, putting on her makeup, and then comes to me in the kitchen, starts doing something, bends over, showing off her goodies. I almost drool; my gaze just falls under her robe. Slender legs, beautiful little tits—I like both the size and the shape. Sometimes thoughts creep in—to just take and seduce Anya. Once I even wanted to make a move, asked her, "How are things with your boyfriend, regarding fried potatoes?" and gestured about fucking. She laughed and said, "We fry every day, and sometimes more than once." And I didn't try anymore, realizing it was hopeless.

At home, I undressed, unloaded the bags, put the vodka in the freezer to get cold for drinking, and went to my room to change into home clothes, or rather, to strip down to my underwear. Even though it's winter outside, it was hot at home. I always walked around in my underwear at home, and my mother and Anya in their robes, if there were no outsiders.

After undressing, I set up my spread in the kitchen, got out the vodka, poured a shot into a glass, drank it with pleasure, chased it with juice, and started having a snack. A pleasant warmth spread inside.

"Well, between the first and second, a small break," I thought and poured another. Just as I drank it, I heard the door creak and Anya appeared in her robe, for some reason all tear-stained.

"You're home, huh?" I asked in surprise, chasing the vodka with juice. "Why are you crying?"

She sighed, looked at me, went into the bathroom, washed her face, and came to me. You could still see from her eyes and face that she had been crying.

"Did you have a fight with your guy?" I inquired.

"No," she shook her head. "Pour me a drink too!" and she got herself a glass. I poured for her and myself, we clinked glasses silently and drank. Anya chased it with juice from my glass and started having a snack, thinking about something.

I also chased mine and started having a snack, looking at my sister.

"Maybe you'll tell me?" I asked.

Anya took the vodka bottle, poured herself one, drank it, chased it with juice, poured herself another vodka, and drank it again.

I was just stunned by her actions. "Anya, spill it, what happened?" I asked, pouring for her and myself. She chewed silently, looking out the window.

"Alright, let's have another one," I suggested, raising my glass. "For passing the exams. You passed yours too!"

"So you decided to celebrate finishing your exams?" my sister asked, raising her glass.

"Yeah, decided to celebrate everything. The exams, the salary, and I fought with mine..."

"Haven't made up yet?" Anya asked, clinking glasses with me.

"No. I used you as an example, saying you stay home, don't run around to dances, wait for your guy. We'll probably break up completely," I sighed and drank.

Anya also drank and chased it with juice from my glass.

"Should I pour you juice in a different glass?" I offered, having a snack.

"What, are you stingy or something?" my sister looked at me.

"No, not stingy. Want more vodka?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. I poured, we clinked glasses, and drank silently.

I was already feeling good from what I'd drunk, already wanted to talk, and suddenly my sister started crying again, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Listen, enough with the waterworks. Tell me what happened!"

She shook her head. "I'm ashamed."

"Come on, what's so shameful? We've already had a few shots and we're not strangers, and there's no one else here."

"Pour me another," my sister asked.

"We need to go while they're still selling," I said, pouring into the glasses. We silently clinked glasses again and drank.

"No need to go anywhere. I have cognac, I'll bring it now," my sister said after having a snack. She went to her room and brought back a bottle of Hennessy. "Thought we'd drink it with Zhenya when he gets back from the army."

"Why did they take him into the army? You said his dad was some big shot?" I asked, examining the cognac.

"His father sent him, said there's no point in being a rich kid and studying at the institute for money," my sister answered.

"Good man," I approved of the guy's father's action, uncorking the Hennessy bottle. I poured her cognac and myself vodka. We drank, chased it with juice in turns, and silently had snacks.

"Damn, Vitya, I'm such a fool," Anya suddenly said.

"Agreed," I chuckled.

"Nothing funny," my sister said, and tears started flowing again. "I don't know what to do, I've scoured the whole internet, and there's nothing there."

"Maybe tell me everything in order, and I can help?"

My sister sighed heavily, looking away. "I can't get the ball out," she said.

"What ball? An inflatable one? From where can't you get it out?" I was surprised.

Anya sighed again, still looking away. "The ball from the pump-action gun. Remember when our little cousin visited, they bought him a gun that shot balls, plastic ones, like for ping pong, just a bit bigger. He annoyed everyone with that gun then."

"So what?" I didn't understand.

"That. I put it in and can't get it out," my sister started sobbing. "Such shame. I even cut all my nails."

I didn't understand anything. "What nails, why shame?"

"Vitya, don't be dense, okay? I put it in myself, there," she pointed between her legs.

"Why?" I widened my eyes.

"I told you, I'm a fool," my sister cried.

"Enough whining," I said. It finally dawned on me why she cut her nails and why the shame. I stopped asking why she did it; the girl had been without her guy for a long time and was waiting for him. Considering they "fried potatoes" every day and more than once, it must be hard for her without sex now; I know from my own experience in the army. Until I met the cook there, I jerked off almost every day. "Tell me, what's the problem!" I asked.

"What problem?" Anya didn't understand.

"Why can't you get it out?" I clarified.

"It's deep and slippery. I pushed it even deeper while trying to get it out," my sister said quietly.

"What does the internet say?" I asked.

"That you need to see a doctor if you can't get it out," she sighed. "Such humiliation."

I poured myself more vodka and cognac for my sister. We drank silently, not even chasing it, just having a snack.

"What are you thinking of doing?" I broke the silence.

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"When you walk or tense your stomach, doesn't it move there?"

"It's very deep now; I can't reach it with my hand."

"What are you trying to get it out with?" I laughed.

"Well, don't laugh," Anya said offendedly.

"Sorry, it's just funny. You should have bought yourself a toy while Zhenya's in the army or gotten a lover to clear the pipes in his absence."

"What lover, what are you talking about? They'd tell Zhenya right away, and I don't want to break up with him," my sister sighed.

"What, you love him that much?"

"I really like him, and most importantly, he likes me. He loves me a lot. He gets hard for me..."

"And you get wet for him?" I laughed.

"I'm satisfied. Why are you laughing again?"

"Anya, we're drinking for fun, not to be sad. So you put a ball in, it'll come out someday," I laughed again.

"I told you everything, thought you might help, and you..." Anya got offended.

"Come on, I'll get your ball out," I smirked. "How else can I help you?!"

"How will you get it out?" my sister looked at me.

"I don't know, need to look, think," I shrugged.

"What's there to look at, you can't see anything," Anya sighed.

"The ball is lost in a black hole," I chuckled.

"You're such a fool," my sister got offended again.

"Or are you afraid to show your little scarlet flower?" I smirked.

"Of course I'm ashamed," my sister sighed.

"And you won't be ashamed to show a doctor? Tell them you need to get a ball out, accidentally shot it in there from a gun," I laughed again.

"Vitya, please don't laugh," Anya pleaded pitifully.

And I felt sorry for her. "Does it hurt you?" I nodded towards her stomach.

"No, a little discomfort, more from the thought that I can't get it out. I've gone through everyone who could help, but there are no reliable girlfriends; they'd blab. I've already racked my brains about what to do!"

"Well, then walk around with it. Let's have another one!" I said, pouring into the glasses.

"Everywhere it says you need to see a doctor if you can't," my sister sighed. "All the forums keep repeating it. Someone even pulled one out with a spoon, a silver one."

"So there are a lot of people wanting to shove balls into themselves," I smirked.

Anya sighed and took her glass; we clinked and drank.

"Want me to try to get it out?" I offered, chasing the vodka with juice.

Anya shrugged. "Try."

"Let's go to my room," I said, getting up, and went to the room. My sister followed me.

"Sit on the couch," I said, turning on the light, and approached the couch. Anya sighed and sat on the couch.

"Now move your butt back and spread your legs," I commanded. She sighed again, pulled down her panties, stuffed them into her robe pocket, and moved further back. "Vitya, please wash your hands," my sister asked.

"No problem," I replied, went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and returned. Anya handed me some cream. "Put it on your hands."

Unscrewing the cap, I squeezed a generous amount onto my palm and gave the tube back to my sister along with the cap. I coated my hands and knelt by the couch. "Show me your little bud!"

Anya spread her legs, bending them at the knees. I got on my knees and started examining my sister's pussy. What a beauty it was. Anya took care of herself; everything was smoothly shaved, and her pussy was just a fairy tale—pink lips, a small clit, and a narrow, wet entrance hole. I slipped a finger into the opening, feeling my cock in my underwear quickly harden, tenting them. Anya shuddered slightly and jerked her legs, wanting to close them, but sighing, spread them even wider.

I pushed my finger deeper but didn't feel anything. Then I curved my hand into a scoop and shoved three fingers into my sister's hole as deep as I could, but again felt nothing except that my cock had become rock-hard.

"Lift your legs," I