Chapter 2

“Please, Rajeev, have mercy! Remove this vegetable from my butthole!” my sister pleaded.

I had discovered that Nehal’s anal cavity is very elastic. The lubrication from her pussy juices makes it easy to squeeze the brinjal into her ass with some patience. It must be worked in slowly, or she will squish the vegetable with her sphincter.

I am sure that the combined sweat of her ass, pussy juices, and the vegetable juice was stinging her anus. It tasted delicious when I licked it off of my fingers. My sister’s arms were bound behind her back as she struggled in the nude to push a plow. She had two bells attached to her nipples and one around her neck.

The vegetable forced my sister’s plump ass cheeks much wider, and now I had very intimate knowledge of her body. My mother had left it to me to determine how far to shove the vegetable into her ass. I had made it almost quite half way in and seated it firmly so it would not easily slip out.

It still did, and when we stopped, I methodically whipped her and reinserted it.

“Push it in further, dummy! It keeps dropping out,” Nehal demanded after the third time the brinjal slipped out in an hour.

“Your anus is becoming wider, and it is not tightening around the brinjal,” I warned my sister.

“Nonsense, you just want to whip me. Untie my hands and let me do it properly,” she insisted. I did not trust her to fully untie her hands. The last time I fell for that she scratched me across the nose with her fingernails. My mother made me put soap in her mouth for as long as it took to file my sister’s sharp fingernails down to the nubs.

It was not a trick on my part though. Her anus really was expanding to accommodate the vegetable much more easily.

That evening when I had my sister tied up and bent over so that I could pull her teats to simulate milking my mother approached us. “Why is the brinjal not in Sali’s ass?” she asked me. My sister’s tender anus was quite puckered and warn out.

“You said to put it up her butt only when she is pulling the plow,” I said.

“I never said to stop. The crevice between her cheeks looks so deep now she can take two brinjal!” my mother chuckled as she tapped my sister’s sore anus playfully.

My sister hissed like a snake, but she could not struggle or fight back because we had her in restraints while I milk her. I keep her fully exposed and on her knees so that her tits hang down for me like the udder of a goat.

I went to the bucket to select a fresh Brinjal for my sister. There were no more. I told my mother that we were fresh out.

“Stick whatever you want up there,” mother suggested I try bananas next. “Sali will learn to offer her anus for lovemaking until she is married,” my mother said. She pushed a potato into my sister’s cunny and got it nice and wet. “Juice her up first and make sure that it is good and wet. Let your sister fuck herself on this a few minutes so she knows what she is missing,” my mother said. Then she pushed the potato into my sister’s pussy while Nehal writhed around on the floor and bucked.

“Once you think she is really enjoying pluck it out,” my mother snatched the potato from my sister’s pussy. “Stuff it up her ass. Do not be gentle with a whore like this. The husband I choose for her will mostly likely not be and it will do her good to prepare now,” Mother explained.

I did as I was told and from then on I began to experiment with sticking many things up my sister’s ass. I became very creative. I even pushed the stem of a flower into my sister’s anus one day so that it appeared her asshole was blossoming in radiant colors. My mother said that was very creative.

My sister’s capacity to accept objects up her anus grew with training. She could accommodate a small rock, sticks, and large fruit. Once I put a frog into my sister’s ass.

“Please, Rajeev, this is unbearable,” my sister grunted as the frog leapt around inside of her bowels trying to find the opening to escape. When she told my mother what I had done, my mother said that I was starting to learn.

“You are a gentle boy, and you are easily tricked. I was concerned you would not be able to supervise your sister, but you are proving to be very clever,” she said. After that I started putting frogs in my sister’s anus only when she was particularly mouthy. It proved to be an incredibly humiliating and excruciating lesson for her.

I also whipped her ass, tits and pussy three times each day. My sister had grown used to enduring it and often seemed to look forward to it. I liked to make her sit on a thorny stump and grind her pussy into it sometimes because whipping was becoming less of a punishment and only part of how she spent her day at the farm.

My mother also made me stake her out over an anthill. These were not the poisonous kind of ants. These ants simply scurry about looking for their queen’s next meal. They do love sticky sauces so I covered my sister in Malta (A soft drink) and watched as they ran over her body. She squirmed and called me all sorts of wicked names. Nehal was still quite defiant after two weeks of this treatment.

I was preparing myself for my morning chores one day in my room. I had my cock in my hand and I was looking at a magazine from Pakistan. It is pornography and it is very taboo here. It costs quite a pretty penny to buy this magazine and you must know someone to be able to even find it. You cannot just walk into any store and obtain one.

“What are you doing, Rajeev?” my mother demanded. I didn’t hear her walk into my room.

“Aieee!” I cried out. I began to furiously try to put away my hard penis and hide the magazine. I wasn’t sure what was going to put me in worse trouble. “Why are you doing the needful like this?” she demanded.

This doesn’t translate well in English. My mother meant to ask me a question of why I was masturbating.

I tried to explain how sometimes I get very perverted thoughts when I am disciplining my sister.

“That is understood. Do you mean this entire time you have not used your sister’s backside or mouth for relief?” she asked.

“No Mata,” I assured her I would never think to do that to my sister.

“I intentionally gave you privacy. You are a boy and you have needful desires. I did not think I needed to spell this out for you or that it was appropriate for a mother to tell her son what to do in this matter,” she said delicately.

I was confused.

“When you find yourself with needful desires, you may use your sister’s mouth or backside to relieve yourself. You do not need to ask my permission or hers. I do not want to see it or speak of it with you again. I do not want to catch you looking at pornography again either. I hope you will discard that trash,” she said.

That morning I went to the shed. I had suspended my sister so that her anus and pussy were exposed and her tits were tightly bound. I had left her with a radish in her asshole and a carrot to gag her speech for the night. My sister was slowly rotating on the rope when I found her.

“God, you took your sweet time this morning. Hurry and get me down and spank me, Rajeev!” my sister insisted. She had begun looking forward to her whipping sessions because I always followed them with her food.

“I will feed you first,” I said as I lowered her slowly from the pully in the ceiling.

“Oh, how thoughtful! My wonderful brother,” my sister was about to say something else sarcastic when I filled her mouth with my cock. She was surprised and took off guard at first. She instantly shut up and her eyes got big. Then she bit me on the dick – hard!

“Aieeee!” I demanded.

“Rajeev! What are you doing? How dare you!” she demanded.

“Mother said I could use your mouth,” I insisted.

“She would never do that,” Nehal demanded angrily. My cock was still throbbing and it hurt. I smacked her face.

“She lets me stick anything I want in your ass. Why would she have a problem with me putting things in your mouth!” I asked my sister to be sensible.

“Not THAT dirty unwashed thing, Rajeev! I am your sister!” she insisted.

I grabbed her clit and squeezed it hard. “Mother wants me to treat you like I would an unruly wife!” I said.

“Rajeev, I can be very nice to you. I give really good hummers. You can ask all the boys at school when you return, or you can see for yourself,” my sister offered me her mouth. My cock was still hurting but I was prepared to give her inviting tongue another try. She closed her mouth abruptly.

My sister was the one tied up and hanging from rope in a dark shed in India. Yet, I felt like the prisoner who was powerless to do as he pleased. “You must be nice to me, and I will be nice to you,” she said.

“Mother said that I must not,” I started to reiterate to her.

“She told you to treat me like a wife. Then you treat me as your wife. What would you do with a good wife who offers you the sweetness of her loins?” she asked. I felt like Alladin finding a magic genie and learning I could have one unlimited wish. I was still very much a virgin, and I wanted very much to have sex.

My sister was much more worldly about these things. I untied her and brought her down. I let one of her hands go free, and she did not immediately claw my eyes out. I trusted her and released her second hand and then unbound her tits and wrist.

My sister took my cock in her hand. She got on her knees and began to kiss it and caress it lovingly. She licked the tip and the cream at the top. I was very happy. She got me very hard and excited and then pulled me down with her in the hay. I lay on top of my sister, and she guided my pecker into her nest. Then she began to gyrate her hips. She is an exquisite dancer and it felt like she was dancing with my cock inside of her.