(I highly recommend reading the first part of the story first)

Irishka was timid, but with a flash of excitement in her eyes, she began to tear through the motley paper. I decided not to interfere with her and go to smoke, to cool down a bit.

- I'll be back soon. Can you make more coffee, maybe with brandy ?!

- Is it possible without coffee? ...

A sly look from under the bangs fallen on his forehead and a barely noticeable smile. This little trick did not leave hope for resistance.

- It is possible ... but only slightly, - I did not want to spoil the girl and leave this evening in her memory with a set of vague slides.

I cover the bedroom door behind me and in the darkness I make my way to the kitchen. In the closet, I quickly found a set of cognac glasses presented to me by my brother once; now he was very helpful. I poured myself half (Irishka and even less), left the glasses on the table and reached for a pack of cigarettes. But she was treacherously empty. I remembered that another pack was in the office - I would have to go in search.

Trying not to make sounds and not to attract too much attention to myself, to the accompaniment of a pop melody from the audience, I got to the door I needed. She was slightly ajar and the dull bluish light from the computer monitor lit the room poorly. And then I realized that, probably, a little at the wrong time ... it seems that Dima still got his way. Kneeling on a leather chair, touching the bare chest of his back, Kate appeared before her brother in all its glory. Crumpled jeans and black panties lay carelessly on the floor. The silhouette of a young naked body in shades of blue, in an inviting shameless pose, only added an extra degree to my blood. I had already decided to leave, but then Dima approached the girl ... now he was completely naked. Fussy movements from his side and Katya arches her back, quietly moaning.

I'm standing in confusion ... Or maybe they won't notice me ?! "Oh, it wasn't." - I decide and carefully open the door. Slowly I sneak onto the small coffee table and cherished goal. that the enthusiastic guests do not see me. The cigarettes migrated into my pocket, but I could not turn around and go out. a hole. He grabbed her hair, clenched his fist tightly, and with si Loi pulled over. Katya howled in pleasure.

- Kaif ... I'll finish soon ... nobody will come to us?

This is what I did not expect ... my heart sank so much that between his blows I already managed to understand how much I would spoil the evening for my brother if I were found.

- No ... I told the boys ... - Dima slowed down a bit, but automatically looked back at the door.

“I’m over ...” - that's all I thought when my brother and I met my eyes ... But nothing happened, the guy still continued to hammer Katya as a pliable doll with his jackhammer. This went on for a few seconds, until Dima winked at me. I realized that nothing terrible happened. He himself does not want to make too much noise. Still, we understand each other well with him ... and nodding approvingly in response, I hurried away from the office.

On the way to the stairwell, I tried to put in order the whole set of chaotic thoughts and feelings that were in my head. The very first puff of bitter-sweet smoke helps to streamline my inner world. I relax more and more. Still, smoking is a little meditation. All muscles are relaxed, the look is cold, breathing is even ...

"And Katya is beautiful ... a good slim figure ... neat ass ... such a girl is a real gift for coming of age ..."

“Dimka turns out to be a hard sex lover ... he had her so rude ...”

"But sex without feelings is somehow not for me ...it's hard to understand how you can not love a person with whom you become so close, at least for a couple of hours, while he is near ... "

The cigarette stub choked in a tin, and I opened the door, leaving a gray mist in the stairwell. I was probably already waiting.

Having seized two glasses and a small piece of cream cake from the kitchen, I quietly entered the bedroom ... Irishka stood back to me in front of the cupboard. She admired my gifts in front of a large full-length mirror. Black panties were with thin lace braid, translucent, almost do not hide the appetizing ass from behind. To my regret, the girl again wore a white T-shirt, although judging by the sharp papillae that appeared under the fabric, she considered the bra superfluous. I stared at this charming girl. She didn’t notice me immediately, and instantly embarrassed, she tried instinctively to cover her nakedness.

- Oh! ... - the girl sighed.

- I think you need not be shy, you really go, - I reassured and calmly went to the window and put everything I had brought on the window sill.

“Sorry, I just didn’t get used to it ...” Irishka was uncertain about herself.

- Nothing wrong. Join us

Irishka silently took a glass and turned her back to the night landscape. Probably now she is beginning to realize everything that is happening between us. It can come up with any nonsense and close in itself ... you need to defuse the atmosphere. I raised my glass and held it out to her.

- Let's drink for you ... you are the most surprisingly gentle and incredibly beautiful girl.

“Come on,” she agreed, and a smile lit up her pretty face.

Under the clink of glasses, trust and looseness returned to Irishka. I decided not to embarrass the girl anymore and stared at the night mist outside the window, diluted with gradually fading lights. Unbearably I wanted to open the doors and let the midnight coolness into the room in order to cool my heated body a little. Meanwhile, Irishka drank from her glass and, apparently due to inexperience, took too much a sip.

- Wow! Everything burns in my mouth! - the girl began to babbling, funny waving her arms in the air.

“Here, sweetie, come on,” I handed her a saucer with a slice of cake.

Irishka immediately began a treat, and since I forgot to take a spoon with me, she had to eat right from the saucer. Slapping almost half, she sighed with relief and put the cake back.

- I told you - a little bit, or did you want to impress me?

“No, I accidentally succeeded, I did not think that he was so strong,” she justified.

Irishka looked up at me because of the difference in height and looked like a guilty child. White cream remained on her lips. A beautiful picture: a beautiful girl, standing in front of me in one T-shirt and just giving me sexy panties, with her mouth soiled with cream and looking at me with a childishly naive look.

My calm eyes hid the hurricanes of insane desire raging inside. But I could not afford to pounce on this angel, she is an amazing flower, which was not and will no longer be in nature and only gently warming it in my hands, you can touch it ...

- Someone does not know how to eat a cake correctly! - I smiled and, pulling her chin with my fingertips, I brought my face closer to me.

Irishka wanted to say something ... but I did not give her that opportunity. The taste of sweet cream mixed with the taste of her warm lips. I spend my tongue collecting the remnants and the girl nestles closer to me. With one hand I embrace her around the waist, with the other I run into dark hair, feeling the strands slip between my finger. Irishka answered the same and, hanging on my neck, completely surrendered to my power. Our tongues touch each other in a hot kiss, glide between lips. Intermittent breathing gets me even more and now, not holding back within the bounds of decency, I already lower my hand below, on her seductive ass, squeezing my fingers, feeling the elasticity of a young body.In a fit of surging feelings, my prankish person dared to bite me lightly, which I involuntarily jerked and buried my raised belly in my raised belly. But she only smiled softly and, in order to tease me, she fidgeted against the tubercle in tight jeans. In that ...