Chapter 6

“We eat after you are finished, Sir” Heather looked at the floor. She said that the men of the household eat first as they are the heads of the house.

“You joined me for breakfast this morning?” I reminded them. They pointed out that they could sit at the table, but they weren’t supposed to eat until the men finished. They quoted Job from the Bible “They go about naked, without clothing; hungry, they carry the sheaves;”

“Is that why you have to wear the chastity belts with nothing else?” I asked.

“Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious. For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands,...” Jayne quoted the Bible.

They seemed impressed I knew that came from the book of Peter, but I couldn’t quote the exact scripture.

“1 Peter 3:1-6,” Heather told me. Jayne flashed her a look of disdain for telling me the exact verse.

“You guys really know your Bible,” I admitted. I was the son of a preacher – I had better know some, but they were simply devout Christians.

“It’s the only book we are permitted to read, Sir,” Heather explained.

“What about schoolbooks?” I asked.

“Oh, I guess schoolbooks too,” Heather admitted with a dumbfounded expression.

“Hah, like you ever do homework!” Jayne teased her sister, and they went back and forth.

After I finished, they took my plate and sighed a little at the milk I hadn’t finished. “Do you want to go into the living room now?” They asked me invitingly. “You could try to get that video game to work!”

“Nah,” I shrugged. I had no interest in the game, and I was enjoying the scenery in the kitchen. The girls had hovered around me while I finished my lunch.

“He is going to see eventually,” Heather shrugged at Jayne. Jayne told me not to think they were both crazy. They both produced bowls and began to crumble leftovers into it. They poured my milk and the crust of the sandwich I didn’t eat into the bowl and mushed it up. Then they set it on the floor at my feet.

The two of them got down on all fours and put their faces over their bowl.

I laughed instinctively. I thought they had to be putting me on. I could see Jayne blush. I apologized and asked them why they were doing that.

“We must not take pleasure in our indulgences at home. We are humbled by eating as an animal would and give thanks to the Lord almighty for the meager subsentence we use to fuel our wicked bodies,” they explained. They both began a humble prayer to God in thanks and acceptance of their place at the foot of the table. I could see both of their assholes from between the metal hoops in their ass cracks, and I felt a little guilty that I was enjoying their position at my feet.

The girls slurped the food without the use of their hands, but at the end, they picked up the bowls and poured the contents down their throats. They finished quickly. Heather burped loudly, and Jayne smacked her bottom playfully. “Sorry, Oscar! I didn’t mean to be rude. May we stand? They asked.

“Yeah,” I said as the girls rose. “What would you do if I wasn’t here?”

“Well, if Mom was here, we would ask her, but if not, then we wait for five minutes and stand on our own.”

“Do you eat like that out of the house?” I asked.

They admitted they rarely, if ever eat at a restaurant. At school, they are permitted to eat with the others, but their lunch consists of stale bread pieces in water with a little ash. They explained that they did this as penitents in the eyes of Christ.

“Centuries ago, the Saints and Martyrs would give up all worldly comforts and pleasures just as Christ had done. Some were once wealthy nobles who chose to travel the countryside in the nude and preach the gospel living in poverty without coveting material wealth. We actually have it pretty easy compared to them,” Heather seemed inclined to believe.

“Yeah, although I think Mom would happily travel the countryside naked to preach the gospel,” Jayne mused. Heather agreed.

“Your Mom seems really nice,” I added. They were at least including me in the conversation this time.

“You will probably think she is crazy after a while,” Heather and Jayne both confirmed. I asked them why and they said she is extremely devoted to the Church and her beliefs. “She will kill you with kindness.”

I wondered if that might be a literal threat or just hyperbole. I smiled and said that there were worse ways to go. The girls told me they had to get back to work, and they moved outside to garden. The sun was out, and I joined them. I offered to help, but neither girl would hear of it. I assumed because it was too much effort to show me how to carry things or what wheelbarrow to put the dirt in. They didn’t treat me like a supervisor. They didn’t ask my opinion or permission to do any of their chores.

Just as it was inside the house, the girls worked hard. They frequently bent at the waist just like their mother did. They took no care to hide their buttholes from me as they bent over. They could have been more modest and bent at the knee. I was too shy to ask them why they did that - and I didn’t want the girls to get self-conscious and stop.

Every now and then, I got a boner just watching the sweat and dirt collect on their backs as they grunted and struggle nearly naked to toil in the earth. Most of what they did seemed brutally archaic. They used leather straps and pullies with frayed rope to move things around in the barn. They had pigs, a horse, a goat, but no cow. I asked them where the milk came from, and they both giggled. I assumed they milked the goat, but I wasn’t so sure. I began to suspect it had been Brittany’s huge tits that supplied the milk. It was a very provocative fantasy and one I puzzled about all afternoon until two P.M.

The girls told me it was time for their enema. They didn’t ask my permission to stop working. They went into the house and produced two old plastic bottles with nozzles. They could easily hold a half-gallon of water each. They asked me if I wanted to fill them up. I assumed they meant the bottles, and I used the hose to fill them.

When I turned around, the girls were face down in the dirt in front of their house. Their asses were pointing at me, and their legs were spread. Their hands were flat on the dusty ground, and they were bent low.

I surmised they may have been asking if I was the one who wanted to fill their ASSES up. I approached Heather and asked how she wanted me to do this.

“Just like you’d pump gas, Sir” she didn’t seem all that nervous. I was the one who was worried. I didn’t want to hurt them. “Do you want me to do it for you?” she asked.

I was worried I’d hurt them, but I also didn’t want to pass up a chance to stick something in their butts. “Don’t worry, you won’t get any poopy on you.”

I lifted the container and pushed the nozzle to her asshole. It slid through the tiny hole perfectly. Heather groaned and rolled her eyes slightly. I was worried I was hurting her. The water slowly began to bubble and leak into her anus. I hefted the other one and used my left hand to stick it in Jayne’s asshole. She squealed a little, but it slid right in.

“Do I have to hold these the entire time?” I asked.

“Unless you want us to hold them,” they explained.

I was more than happy to be on my knees close to their cute asses holding the nozzles. It did seem like the time passed incredibly slowly. The girls began to pray-mumble to themselves, so we couldn’t talk. I heard words like “filthy penitent” and “grovel before you.”