Friday evening

The workday, which had dragged on for so long, was coming to an end. It had been a long week overall, everything 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 requalify from 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, helping my mother, since I also had a younger sister, four years younger than me. She's also studying at an institute now, full-time though. Her exams started a bit earlier and she got through them 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. Lucky guy, no one waited for me from the army except my mother and sister, but maybe it's for the best. There was even one escape from our unit, with a weapon, over a girl. They called the guy and said his chick was fooling around and he grabbed a weapon and ran. They caught him on the road, 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, goes straight home from classes. That guy is something else, 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, had a major fight with my chick, my work partner got sick, had to negotiate with the shop foreman to get someone to help, since I still had to finish my exams. Otherwise, I would have taken time off, passed them, and gone back to work, but here I was without a partner. They also delayed my salary, only got it today. In short, I decided to drink some vodka today, soothe my soul, and celebrate finishing my exams. My mother called, said she's going to grandma and grandpa's, to the village, after work, to visit them. I mean, they're grandma and grandpa to me, but 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 and her husband and son come to us too when they come to the city for shopping. They stay with us for a couple of days, my mother gives them her room, and she 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.

Anyway, I got a half-liter bottle of vodka, some juice to chase it, and all sorts of stuff, I did get my salary after all, and went home.

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

My sister, she's grown into such a looker, 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, nice 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—"How are things with your boyfriend, about fried potatoes?"—and gestured about fucking. She laughed—"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, threw the vodka in the freezer to get cold, 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 robes, if there were no outsiders.

After undressing, I set up my spread in the kitchen, got 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 drank it, then I hear the door creak and Anya appears, in her robe, for some reason all tear-stained.

—"You're home, huh?"—I was surprised, 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 or something?"—I inquired.

—"No"—she shook her head—"Pour me a drink too!"—and 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 it 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.

—"Okay, 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?"—raising her glass, my sister asked.

—"Yeah, decided to celebrate everything. The exams, the salary, and the fight with my girl"—

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

—"No. I used you as an example, that 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 another 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 my sister suddenly 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 there to be ashamed of? We've already had a few shots and we're not strangers, and there's no one else here"—

—"Pour me another one"—my sister asked.

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

—"No need to go anywhere. I have cognac, I'll get it now"—having a snack, my sister said and went to her room, 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?"—examining the cognac, I asked.

—"His father sent him, said there's no point in being a rich kid here 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, poured her cognac, and myself vodka. We drank, chased it with juice in turns, and silently had a snack.

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

—"Agreed"—I laughed.

—"Nothing funny"—my sister said and tears started flowing again—"I don't know what to do, I've searched 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? Can't get it out from where?"—I was surprised.

Anya sighed again, still looking away—"The ball from the pump-action gun. Remember when our little cousin came, 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 shoved 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 at all—"What nails, why shame?"—

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

—"Why?"—I widened my eyes.

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

—"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's been without her guy for a long time and is waiting for him. Considering they fried potatoes every day and more than once, it's hard for her without sex now, I know from myself when I served 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 do they say on the internet?"—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 in there?"—

—"It's very deep in there 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 offended.

—"Sorry, it's just funny. You should have bought yourself a dildo while Zhenya's in the army or gotten a lover to clear your 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. Well, you shoved a ball in, it'll come out someday"—I laughed again.

—"I told you everything, thought you could help somehow, but you..."—Anya got offended.

—"Let's go, I'll get your ball out"—I smirked—"What else can I help you with?!"—

—"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 laughed.

—"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? Say 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 from there. 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. Come on, one more!"—pouring into the glasses, I said.

—"Everywhere it says you need to see a doctor if you can't get it out"—my sister sighed—"All the forums keep harping on about it. There was even someone who got it 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"—turning on the light, I said 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, stuffing 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 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 didn't neglect 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