Staring, enchanted, on the naked boys in the basins, I regretted again that I was left with the schoolboy. So we wanted instead of eight-year-old Sasha's toddler. I do not know how these mothers are, but I would have bathed him exactly every day. And in the bathroom, and like that in a basin in the kitchen.

“Let's go,” Natasha tugged at my sleeve with a smile. “Have you come to wash us or stare at the kids?”

We went to the bathroom and I immediately remembered Nastina words. All the plumbing really was in such a terrible condition that I regretted that I came to this hostel. “In any case, it is better than warming water in pots at home,” I sighed to myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by Natasha, who began to make excuses for the state of the bathroom.

“How embarrassing to people,” she said guiltily, “Now I will wash away all this dirt.”

Natasha turned on the shower and started pouring a dirty bath over them. The sight of a battered bath, slowly filled with dirty water, completely discouraged my desire to wash. “Just wait for the boy to bathe and go home,” I decided.

- Beat again! - Natasha sighed, waving her hand at the dark water in the bath.

Having taken the vantus standing next to the bathroom, the girl tried to clean the sink, but nothing came of it.

- Well, I invited people to wash themselves, - she smiled guiltily at me, - Again, I will have to call the plumber.

I was secretly glad that I did not have to go into this old, shabby bath. I wanted to get away as soon as possible not only from the dirty bathroom, but also generally from this dilapidated hostel. “What can I do with the boy? - I wondered, - he himself at home without hot water will not wash. It is necessary that someone helped, but it will not give. When he was eight years old, he’s not embarrassed by his mom. ”The memory of Sasha’s mom made me grimace uncomfortably. “We'll have to call her and explain why she couldn’t wash herself,” I thought irritably. “Why isn’t he two years old? Would bathe in a basin in the kitchen, like these mothers "

Indeed, if I had my kindergarten baby, it would be possible to join two young mothers in the kitchen on an equal footing. “Theoretically, an eight-year-old can also be so bathed,” I smiled, presenting Sasha standing naked in the pelvis. This obsession - to put an eight-year-old boy in a bowl, as a little one - has been haunting me since the moment I saw two moms bathing their little ones.

Having imagined how I washed Sasha with a soft sponge, a tidy ass and his little boyfriendly economy between my legs, I once again regretted that the tomboy was not two years old - so now I wanted to strip him and bathe him like a baby. “What if you really bathe? - I thought, - Only not here, but at home, without. I do not want these moms to watch crookedly "

I figured how much water to warm. “It’s better, of course,” I thought with a sigh. “It’s so insulting that I’ve been dragging here through the whole city. “After thinking a minute more about whether they would understand me correctly, I decided to try it anyway. “Here it is, my chance to tinker with a small child,” I smiled to myself, “Even if he is actually eight. Just think, eight. I'm also big. What do I stand on ceremony with him: explain everything, as an adult, to persuade? With such it is necessary easier: not to explain, but to order. Command them like a kid. Only then will it begin to obey. ”

“Sorry for that,” Natasha began to defend herself again.

“It's okay,” I said. “Mostly because of a boy, I asked for you.” I myself will normally wash at home. Already accustomed to heat the water in pots. But Sasha without help can not cope.

“If I were younger, I would have bathed in a washbasin,” noted Natasha, “Like Ira and Vika.”

- And what, - I smiled, - He will easily fit in a basin.

- Aha, fit, - Natasha nodded, looking at the boy with an appraising glance, - We have a big basin in the kitchen.

- What? !!! - loudly indignant Sasha.

“Look how scared you were right away,” Natasha laughed. “You can't joke already.”

“What jokes,” I smiled, “I've been thinking about it a long time ago.”

- Bathe the boy in the pelvis? - Natasha was surprised, - So big? How old is he, eight?

“Aha, eight,” I confirmed, “Let's go to the kitchen, see your basin.”

“Well, you give it,” Natasha laughed, but nonetheless went to the kitchen.

I followed from behind, pulling the abutting boy behind me. Appearing with Sasha in the kitchen, we immediately became the center of attention. On the faces of two mothers was read obvious bewilderment.

- Here! - Natasha said, going to the corner of the room for a large enamel basin.

- What you need, - I nodded, - Well, Sasha? Now you will bathe in a basin like these boys.

Setting the basin on the only free table, I beckoned to the boy. Judging by Sasha's astonished face, he still didn’t believe that he was now going to bathe in a basin.

- Well, what are you standing? - I raised my voice, - Come here, take off your clothes and get into this basin.

- I do not want! Said the boy in such a hurt tone that it seemed another second, and he would cry.

I silently went to Sasha and forcibly dragged his hand to the table. As I expected, the boy immediately roared.

- I do not want y! - he screamed, trying to escape, - I want a house-oh-oh!

- Now calm down! - I said sternly, - You wash yourself and go home.

- Do not cry, - Natasha began to calm the boy.

- I do not want to swim here! - Sasha did not let up.

“You don’t want to go home,” I said. “I haven’t washed for more than a week.” Are you going to wait a whole month to turn on the hot water?

“You must wash yourself,” said Natasha to the whimpering boy. “Did you not get tired of walking dirty?”

- I do not want! - Sasha repeated, - Only the little ones in the basin are washed.

“We are all bathed in this way,” Natasha smiled, “Do you see how great Kolya is?”

Natasha pointed to the naked boy on the right.

- How much is yours, Vika? - She asked the mother of the child.

“Four and a half,” replied the young woman, “Moved into the older kindergarten group.”

- I'm big too! - sniffed Sasha, - I already go to school.

- What are we adults, - I said sarcastically to the boy, - Nothing will happen to you at the age of eight from swimming in a basin! Come on, take off your clothes!

I stared expectantly at Sasha, arms folded across my chest.

“Don't cry, sun,” Natasha told the boy affectionately, “No one is going to torture you with unpleasant procedures.” Olya just wants to bathe you. All kids love to swim. Look how Andryusha and Kolya like it.

“Yeah, mine can spend hours sitting in this basin,” said the one-year-old baby's mother, “Now you will see how he begins to act up when I pull him out of the water.”

- How old is he? A year? - I asked, looking at the naked little boy.

“We’re already a half,” the baby’s mother proudly announced.

I was surprised how young she was. “Natasha is the same age,” I thought, “Years nineteen, not more. And the child is already one and a half. Maybe three years later, I will have such a little pussy? ”I looked at Sasha. "In the meantime ... Read more →