and in its center there was a hole from which a transparent ladder descended on the grass. Flying ship, I suddenly realized. "Flies without wings ..."

Near the stairs stood Nyir and Gwen. Niir told her:
- I unloaded all the warehouses. I threw out all the soil samples collected to obtain the Warranty ... I will return in disgrace, but this is not important. We will try. Let's try to fly together. Are you ready? Come on, Gwen.

He took her hand, led her to the stairs - and suddenly some kind of force pushed me out of the underbrush.

- Gweeeeeeeen! - I yelled and rushed to it, and crashed into it, almost knocking off my feet, and burrowed into the soft body, squeezing it to the crunch.

- Owen ?! How are you here ... My God! “This is my brother,” she whispered to Nyira, stroking my head.

Niir stood beside me while I squeezed Gwen and muttered "I won't let you ... I won't let you!"

I don’t remember how I left her, how I got into the underbrush, how they entered the ship ...

The staircase suddenly fell into him like a serpent's sting, and the ship trembled. “Fly away,” I thought, and a black claw dug into my heart ... but the ship suddenly subsided, the passage in the center opened again, and a ladder stretched out of it.

- One hundred and one whole, four hundredths of a percent of critical weight! Take off is impossible! - misunderstood a strange voice. Gwen's head popped out of the aisle, and then Nyira.

“I'll take off my clothes and leave them here,” he said, stripping naked, not embarrassing me, and threw his blue rags on the grass.
- Goodbye, Owen! - Gwen waved my hand.

The entrance closed, the ship began to tremble again ... and froze again.

The passage opened again, the staircase started again ...

- One hundred point, fifty eight hundredths of a percent of critical weight! Take off is impossible! - the same voice creaked.

- Gwen! “You will have to undress,” said Nir.
- What about ... Are we going to descend to your land naked?
“Yes,” said Nir. - There is no other way out. Can you endure shame?

Gwen looked at him, then at me ... For a moment, she froze - and pulled off her handkerchief, telling me:
“Ah! ... Anyway, I’ll never see you again, Owen ... Why are we here!”

She went down, undressing on the go. A handkerchief flew on the grass, then a dress, skirts, boots ... Freeing her legs from stockings, Gwen looked around at her body, touched the protruding chest with her hand, turned her gaze to me ...

- Come here, Owen. Come to me. You did want this, right? I know. I know everything ... Go - say goodbye. Since such a fate ... What is already here ...

She stood in front of me, naked, resilient, trembling, like a canvas in the wind. Her loose hair fluttered, gleaming with the milky light of the morning.

“Come to me,” she said, inhaling excitedly the moist air. - What is the air here! ... Is there such tasty air on your land? She asked Nyir, and he did not answer her, sadly looking at us.

Suddenly jumping up, I rushed to her - and squeezed her body, burying my cheek in a bare chest. It turned out to be soft and firm, like jelly pudding. Gwen trembled and forcefully, clumsily stroking me, saying:

- Well ... that's it ... satisfied? Satisfied? I am guilty before you - let it be a payment, okay, Owen? Have you forgiven me? I hope Nyir will not be angry ...

I froze, not daring to do what I wanted ... but suddenly decided - and dived into her chest, close, delicate, fabulously accessible, like in a sweet ocean, and began to knead, lick, suck, rub and torment these puffy horns with hard balls on the tips. I grabbed Gwen by the waist, by the ass, fumbled hands over her body, crumpled and squeezed him; Gwen whined, fingering my hair — and I gasped and sank in her.

Licking and kissing her from head to toe, feeling with both hands the cherished folds between my legs, sticky as wet sugar, I finally froze and looked into her eyes. I was drunk with her body, the salty taste of her skin, and my head was buzzing ...

- It's time, Owen. It's time, Nir. - She gently slipped out of my hands, loudly smacked me on the lips and said: - Now you just will not forget me.

I watched them rise, disappearing into the doorway, as the ladder retracts, as the ship begins to tremble ...

I already accepted the farewell, put a hard point inside, intending to keep in my image Gwen kissing me ... when suddenly the trembling stopped again.

- One hundred point, one hundredth of a percent critical weight. Take off is impossible! - contrived voice.

The door opened, the stairs crawled out ... "Do not fly away ?! - suddenly hope rose - and then it went out, being cut off by another thought: “No, that's impossible. They can not break up. "

In the doorway, naked Nyir and Gwen appeared. They drooped like ghosts, and I felt the deaf havoc coming from them. I no longer knew what I wanted more: for Gwen to stay with me - or with Nyir.

They stopped at the top of the stairs.

The wind was fluttering a red mane, curly, familiar to me to the pain ... Above the ridge appeared the edge of the sun, and a long thin beam lit the golden strands of Gwen, flashing a halo around her head. It was fascinatingly beautiful, - and I would have shouted with delight if it had not been so sad.

... Suddenly Nyir raised his head. His gaze fell on the golden nimbus of Gwen. Startled, she touched her hair, looked at them ... and nodded to Nyira.

- Not! - I shouted.
“Give me your knife, Owen,” Gwen asked. I shook my head, not moving. - Please, Owen. You see ... - she said quietly, and begged, and begged me - and I approached her, as if bewitched, and gave her a knife, continuing to shake my head.

Nyir came out of the ship with a flask of water. He walked over to Gwen, touched her hair, ruffled them, threw them up, burrowed into a red sparkling waterfall ... then took a knife, dipped Gwen’s head in the water, and began gently scraping off her head.

Gwen closed her eyes ... Her neat, gentle forehead began to grow upward, turning into an ugly bald spot, like an old man's. Zalysina grew - and the wind carried away the fluffy strands burning in the sun.

Then the forehead grew to the top of my head ... My little sister's head was round in her eyes, becoming strangely small, funny and pink, like pumpkin; the beautiful Gwen turned into some kind of naked boy with female breasts and pips. It was ridiculous and impossible, and I burst with bitterness, looking at the sunny fluff of her hair flying over the clearing. It sparkled in the rays of dawn like a golden web ...

Finally Nyir cut it to the last hair and threw the knife into the clearing. I did not want to believe that a bald eared devil on the stairs - this is Gwen, my beautiful Gwen, and I was afraid to look at her - but still could not resist and looked.

And he saw that bald Gwen was beautiful. Only her beauty was now supernatural, tart and strange. She immediately looked like Nyira, and I felt the connection between them - as if an invisible thread had sealed them. Gwen lifted a small round head and smiled at me through tears. Her brand new bald head glistened in the sun, repeating the pink outline of her breasts ...

- Goodbye, Owen! - she said.
- Goodbye, Owen! - shouted Nir and entered after her on the ship. The ladder retreated, the door closed, the ship buzzed again ...

Holding my breath, I expected that the buzz was about to cease, and the ship would harden, as before.

But it did not stop, but it grew more and more, passing trembling to the earth. Birds began to fly out of the oak tree with a cry ...

Suddenly, a huge disk gently lifted above the clearing, dotted with Gwen's golden hair. The iron legs silently retreated into him like tentacles. I got goose bumps - and the disk rose forty feet, bent down - and suddenly with a furious speed it jerked into the sky, as if an invisible giant had thrown it there.

A second later, he was out of sight - and I, not having had time to realize this, peered for a long time at the blue light of the milky morning of the mountain.

“No, not death or war,” I thought, remembering Pastor Lloyd ... I was both sweet and bitter - and I looked at the sky for a long, long time, until my eyes ached.