That night we lay with her on the bed. She is tired of sex, I am tired of it. Awesome figure: the fourth size of the breast, delicious buttocks, neatly shaved pubis. Huge green eyes and a crochet nose only complemented its appeal. However, after a week of staying with her in bed (where she, in addition to all her merits, was at her best), I, like a normal peasant, wanted something new.

To my luck, my girlfriend had an equally attractive older sister, who at that moment was in the next room. How long have I imagined the moment of unity with the older one! However, all the previous nights I spent here, she spent the night with her boyfriend. I did not disdain to listen to her heated moans under the creak and crackle of their bed, while imagining myself in his place. Well, in order not to look like a bad light, we made a competition with them in my volume.

Now the older sister, by the way, her name was Xenia, was alone in bed: I heard that they had some kind of omission with the guy, which turned into a loud row. In the cracks under the door that separated us, a dim light flashed, probably coming from a computer monitor: Xenia watched a movie. I glanced at the younger one: she snuffled against the wall. "Now or never!" - I thought.

I was not an avid womanizer, which did not prevent me from wanting my girlfriend's sister. In addition to the banal replenishment of my list of achievements, I wanted Xenia for considerations of chastity. Not so long ago she was a schoolgirl, went in a strict suit, a minimum of makeup, a maximum of books. All such is right, why wanted to visit it even more. In addition, having inherited the same chromosomes, it had no less bust than the younger sister, as well as other external data. Just thinking about mating with this female took my breath, and my heart began to beat faster.

Leaving behind a warm place, I got out onto the balcony connecting the two rooms, and secretly moved to the door. She was lying under a blanket and watching something on the computer. Just looking closer at the monitor, I considered what she had chosen in bedtime stories. Half of the screen was taken by some pornstar's pierced pussy. The second half is the blacking member of her partner. "Ay, yes Xenia!" - flashed through my head. The frame has changed: the girl, it turns out, was a blonde with green eyes. Although all these little things were hidden under a layer of milky-white substance on her face. Then the culprit of her “make-up” appeared in focus - just as huge as the tool of the African.

Looking up from the screen, I looked at the viewer. She was lying on her side, gazing at the monitor. Her hands were not visible - and it was suspicious. A blanket trickled down at her from a small knob, which undoubtedly was her leg. Now I saw through it: I was already distorted from dirty thoughts. Then I touched the door with my hand and slid inside.

From the speakers came the barely audible moans of a blonde to the accompaniment of slapping black eggs on her thighs. Moreover, her moans were not at all like a cry of pleasure - rather, the girl wanted to say simple Russian to everyone understandable: “Zayebali!” I sincerely felt sorry for her, but what to do! She might as well work as a waitress or a secretary ...

Then, against the background of the dubbing of the XXX film, I began to distinguish the languid breath of the spectator herself. While the shots took turns and the “actors” changed their poses, I noticed how she slightly closed her eyes, ran a tongue over her lips, and then bit them. “How much lust is in you, Xenia!” Going another half step closer, I could see the swaying of the blanket: my vicious thoughts were confirmed. Having gathered a full chest of stale air, I took the last step towards my crazy adventure.

- What are you doing here? - she almost screamed. Of course, she would have uttered this phrase with greater loudness, if not for the excitement that undoubtedly embraced her. So the question came out in a loud whisper.

I immediately put a finger to his lips, calling her to silence. Then Xenia settled down, found herself open (through a t-shirt could be seen tense nipples), covered herself with a blanket and sat down embarrassed in the middle of the bed. My brain was desperately looking for some good reason to calm her outrage. Well, in the end, I will not say: “I was thirsty and the door was jammed. So I went through the balcony. "Well, or so straightforward," I want you, so do not raise the hype and let's bump into an ambulance! "Alas, nothing else came to mind.

Having come to herself a little, she continued the interrogation, but already quieter:

“Have you been watching me?”

There was nowhere to retreat and I sat down on the bed:

- Yes. I noticed how you look ... this, - here I turned on the “chubby”, slyly, but knowingly smiling at her (she was even more embarrassed), - and decided to keep you company ...

“What a moronic argument! Do you really think that she will lead to this ?! ”

- Are you crazy! You meet with my sister - I am silent, that I myself have a boyfriend - and you suggest to me ...

Then I started up:

- Yes, I do not propose anything to you. I just wanted to try one game with you ...

I saw that I didn’t get a damn thing, but since I started, I need to continue:

“Nothing that makes you feel guilty.” Nothing going over the edge.

- And what is it then ?! - she looked skeptically.

“Weasels,” I said bluntly.

- What? - she began.

- Lasky. Let me just demonstrate how skillfully male hands can cope with masturbation, and then, if you don’t like it, then we will immediately stop ...

- I don’t like this idea, or even the thought that my sister's boyfriend will paw me ...

- What if you like it ?! - I challenged her. - Are you sure you know what you are giving up? How often have you been doing this with Cyril (that is, in fact, the name of her boyfriend) ?!

Here I crossed the line - she went into tears. Looks like everything was serious. Anticipating what would happen now, I rushed to her support. He took me by the shoulders, spoke in a calm, low voice:

- Sorry, Xenia, I did not want to. Fair!...

I remember I was whispering something to her, looking into slightly moist eyes. Otchibuchil a couple of jokes, for which he was awarded an embarrassed smile, and then somehow everything smoothly returned to normal. A new pair appeared on the screen. It was no less busty brunette in a red bathing suit and hairy with a small belly and bald man. Then I, still in the guise of an obayashki, switched to the theme of her depraved hobby, and she finally changed her anger to mercy. As a result, we, leaning our backs on the wall, lay and watched porn. I think she noticed how I got up. I noticed how she fidgeted. And when I looked at her legs and the pink triangle of her panties, she caught my eye:

- Are you starting again ?! - here I noticed slyness in her voice.

“Yeah,” I replied, and ran my hand over her leg.

She jerked: “What are you doing ?!” I touched again. And again ...

The question melted in the air. I stroked her thighs, as if by chance touching a triangle. She fidgeted, periodically taking her eyes off the monitor at me. Then my brush moved from the frogs to its erogenous zone, the very one that was already flowing with juices, lusting for the muzhik. Xenia breathed languidly again. She spread her legs, finding me worthy of her pussy, but what I needed was that. After some time, her panties were wet through and through her sighs rare half-suns began to cut through. Meanwhile, on the monitor, the brunette was already undressed and, sitting at the feet of the man, gave him a blowjob.

I caught Xenin’s gaze and nodded toward my unit, saying, take care of them. She took up. At first, the movements were awkward, but, adjusting themselves, she grabbed him, which is necessary, and began ...