Chapter 3: A family’s Shame

Hussain became sad as all his paths were closing one by one. The main door of the washroom was being repaired. Seeing the main door only increased Hussain’s pain. He watched with fearful eyes as the door was being fixed. At the same time, he wished he could find another way to see his sister Nayla using the washroom.

After Nayla recovered, the first thing she did was get the door fixed. She was completely fine now and used the washroom with privacy. She no longer needed a toilet seat either.

Hussain still used to wake up every morning at 6 AM with a hope. Nayla would use the washroom privately at that time.

Then one morning, at 6 AM, while Hussain was waiting for Nayla to go to the washroom, he heard a sound. He quickly got up—the sound was coming from Nayla’s room. Paying closer attention, he realized it wasn’t just any noise; it was Nayla crying.

“Sister, what happened? Why are you crying so early in the morning?” Hussain asked as he entered the room.

“Why are you awake so early?” Nayla asked upon seeing Hussain come in.

“I wake up at this time every day,” Hussain replied.

“Alright, tell me, I’m a terrible person, aren’t I?” Nayla asked, still crying.

“No, sis, why are you saying that?” Hussain questioned.

“But I get angry at you, and I don’t even fulfill your demands,” Nayla said, wiping her nose while crying.

“But I don’t mind. You’re older than me, and I actually like it when you say things to me,” Hussain reassured her.

“You say that, but people leave me. The one I loved left me, saying that I don’t know how to love,” Nayla explained.

“Tell me, is that true?” she continued.

“It’s not exactly true, but the thing is, you never consider other people’s wishes,” Hussain told her.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Nayla asked, annoyed.

“These days, because of the internet and mobile phones, people’s desires and demands have increased. Humanity has advanced in every aspect of life, and that’s why new fetishes are also emerging in sexual life. This is why, especially men, want to share their fetishes with their partners, even if they aren’t considered normal by most people,” Hussain explained.

“Sometimes I find it hard to understand what you’re saying. Explain it more clearly,” Nayla said, feeling confused.

“Do you remember I made a request on my birthday that made you angry?” Hussain reminded her.

Nayla looked at Hussain with clear displeasure.

“Do you think I would ever say something that would hurt you or make you upset?” Hussain asked.

“Then what was your intention behind making such a disgusting request?” Nayla asked angrily.

“I just want to say that it’s part of my fetish, and I also want to explain that your partner might also be involved in some fetish, which is why he has no interest in having a normal relationship with you,” Hussain elaborated.

“Is that even possible? My boyfriend wants scat sex with me? Just like you wanted it from me?” Nayla asked in shock.

“I don’t know about that, but these kinds of fetishes are increasing. Every partner wants something different—something they can’t easily find in someone else,” Hussain explained.

“How is that possible? Can this be found out?” Nayla asked innocently.

“It’s very easy to figure out. A person involved in such fetishes is usually submissive. They see themselves as inferior and weak. They take a lot of time to come up with simple ideas or solutions to problems. No matter how angry they get, if someone challenges them, they back down. Sometimes, they even see themselves as a pet and behave in ways that a normal person wouldn’t,” Hussain explained.

“Alright, Hussain, I believe you. And if this is true, then I regret misunderstanding you. Maybe today, you’ve actually helped me a lot. But I don’t know if I can do anything for you. However, if my boyfriend has thoughts like yours, then for me, it’ll just be a new experience—nothing more,” Nayla replied.

After hearing Nayla’s response, Hussain got up and went to his room. Nayla avoided looking at him and turned away, sitting in silence.

The evening sun was setting, and darkness had begun to spread its presence everywhere. The family was growing worried. Night was approaching, and there was no sign of Nayla.

“She never stays out this late at night,” Hussain’s father said, looking at his mother.

“God knows where my daughter is stuck. She said she was going to a friend’s place, but she still hasn’t returned,” Hussain’s mother informed anxiously.

“It’s getting late. I’ll go check at her friends’ houses,” Hussain’s father said with concern.

With that, he left the house to search for Nayla.

Not long after, Nayla staggered into the house, leaning against the walls, stumbling with every step.

“My daughter! What happened to my daughter?” Hussain’s mother cried out, rushing to hold Nayla as she collapsed.

“Ammi, nothing happened to me… I’m just drunk,” Nayla admitted in her intoxicated state.

“You drank alcohol? You got high?!” her mother yelled in anger.

Hearing her mother’s scolding, Nayla, still drunk, wobbled unsteadily. Suddenly, Hussain grabbed her hand.

“Take her to her room! Who knows where she has disgraced herself before coming home. The whole house stinks of alcohol now,” their mother shouted furiously.

Holding Nayla’s hand, Hussain led her to her room. As soon as they reached, he carefully laid her down on her bed. Completely intoxicated and exhausted, Nayla collapsed onto the mattress. She mumbled something incoherently for a while, but soon, even that faded, and she fell into a deep, unconscious sleep.

The next morning at 6 AM, Nayla was trying to wake up according to her routine, but exhaustion and a severe headache had taken over her. Still, she gathered the strength to get up. Suddenly, she noticed her brother Hussain sitting on her bed, pretending to have his eyes closed.

“How long have you been sitting here?” Nayla asked, holding her aching head and looking at Hussain.

“I’ve been here since last night. It’s my first time seeing you in this condition, so I was really worried,” Hussain replied.

“I’m fine now. You should go rest in your room,” Nayla said, sitting up on the bed.

“I will go, but I want to know—why did you drink? What happened that made you do this?” Hussain asked.

“You were right, Hussain. In today’s world, people’s fetishes have grown so much that it’s becoming difficult to satisfy them. Even my boyfriend is involved in such a fetish,” Nayla said and then paused.

“So… did you drink because of his fetish?” Hussain asked again.

“No, it wasn’t like that. Last night, he called me to a bar for our final breakup meeting. I tried to understand more about his fetish. He told me he wanted scat sex with me. At first, I thought it was the same fetish you once mentioned—that he might want to see me constipated or use me as a toilet seat. But it wasn’t that at all… He wanted to turn me into his human toilet.”

“You know, Hussain, he took me to the washroom and told me that I had to eat his waste. How could I do that? This experience was completely new to me. I love him, but how could I instantly get involved in such a fetish I had never done before?” Nayla explained everything to Hussain.

“But, Sister, why did you drink alcohol?” Hussain reminded her of his question.

“Even after refusing my boyfriend’s demand for scat sex, I still felt guilty, as if maybe I had done something wrong to him. I felt like I should have accepted his request. But then, suddenly, I saw a bottle of alcohol in front of me. People often compare alcohol to waste, so for a moment, I thought drinking alcohol might be similar to scat sex in some way. Without thinking much, I picked up the bottle and started drinking. But after just one sip, I vomited. I stumbled my way back home, and that’s how I ended up in this condition,” Nayla explained.

“So, are you okay now? Do you want to go back to your boyfriend again?” Hussain inquired further.

“No, I have already broken up with him,” Nayla replied.

After thinking for a while, Hussain got up from his sister's bed and stood up with the intention of going to his room. He had just taken a single step to leave when Nayla grabbed his hand.

“I realized it when I found out about my boyfriend’s fetish, and I broke up with him. I had to accept your birthday request. Right now, I feel that your scat feelings are real. You can have scat sex with me whenever you feel the same,” Nayla said while stopping him.

“Hussain pictured a smile in reply and went to his room happily.”