breast size, thin waist and mouth-watering, very mouth-watering hips, with which she undoubtedly went to her own mother. Her mother, too, looked quite attractive and, if I were five or six years older, I probably would have liked to play along with her. But life does not tolerate the subjunctive mood!

Ladies were clearly embarrassed to see me only in underwear. Although it was embarrassing! We once went with them to the beach, where I also went to the same swimming trunks. But here, of course, more. I am no longer a boy, but an adult muzhchinka. Looking back over the past weeks, very much nothing. And they are two girls who feel uncomfortable at the sight of such a male. (The word "such" can be taken in different ways!)

The greeting turned out to be promising!

- Okay, son. Get ready on the sly. Now we take rest and all together we will go to the cafe. If you, of course, did not prepare anything for our arrival ... - Dad could not help but pin up. “Eh, Dad, you should know what I have been eating all this time!” - I thought.

Everything happened. We went to a cafe. Alina and I made good contact along the road. Yes, not easy to establish, and even talked, as in the good old days. Alina remained the same chatterer. We exchanged news, achievements. She finished school next year, went to college. Won a couple of competitions in music, singing. I even tried to form a “pop-rock band” with my girlfriends, but without success: the friends left for whoever. I decided to keep silent about my achievements. Even though she has reached puberty, it is still small to comprehend my sexual adventures. After leaving the toilet, I dialed Dasha and said that we would not see her for a few days. It seemed to me, or maybe she actually issued a cry of joy at that end. In general, all that I knew was that Alina and her mother would stay with us for a week before they went on their journey.

Let her support my position on free relations, I decided not to talk about Dasha about Alina yet. Better stable sex than any freaks out there. And to say, if necessary, I always have time.

We arrived home late. Parents watched TV, chatted. Alina and I sat in the room, looked at the pictures, climbed the net (good, I deleted the pages), chatted. Soon I felt the weight of the passing booze fell on me and decided to get ready for bed. Alina was going to do the same. We went to the rooms. Before lying down, I decided to shave and went to the bathroom. Passing by the room where our guests settled, I noticed through a small crevice a bed spread and a naked girl's body. She was wearing only black panties, pulling her juicy buttocks. She lifted her arms up, and a light, almost weightless nightie came down her naked shoulders and back, hiding her gorgeous ass from me. Through the clothes made my fighter, bursting into battle. “No,” I told him, “this is not for you!” Though in my mind I was already there. While I was shaving, I almost silently entered the bathroom in my white nightie Alina. We shared the sink and began to chat again while we were making a marafet. I pulled away, letting her go ahead, and he himself slid his eyes over her figure. The nightie clung to her hips, and now her black panties shone through the thin white fabric. I barely restrained my horse from exposing my desires. Wishing her good night, I disappeared behind the door.

Lying under a blanket, I again and again imagined her sexual roundness, her legs, her buttocks, her breasts, which looked at that moment in a different direction. It was a hard night. Night of the strictest temperance.Contrary to my thoughts, after a few minutes I fell into a deep sleep ...

***

In this spirit, two more days passed. Our families went to the sea, to the river, to barbecue. Cultural time spent. They took pictures in the museum, the park. The heat was terrible. Alina walked around in a wicker hat, her wavy hair fell on her shoulders and flowed down. It was the only thing that did not attract my lustful attention. Everything below the shoulders teased my hormones in the most shameless manner. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. Alina wore a tight white top through which the roundness of her bra looked out. The size was chosen so successfully that the slightly pressed breasts formed mouth-watering knobs in the area of ​​her open neckline. In addition, these bumps were decorated with a light tan. Below the belt, she alternated miniskirt and shorts. When she was ahead of me, it cost me tremendous efforts not to lower my gaze on the gorgeous slim tanned legs that stretched and hid under a skirt or in shorts, where clothes neatly framed her sexy buttocks. And what happened when she took off her clothes on the beach and stayed in one bathing suit!

We fooled around in the water. I fought, she played up to me. From touching her body - very young, but already ripe - I was penetrated by a strange feeling. I took her all the same girl from the distant past, when I was quite a teenager, and drove away all dirty thoughts: it was wrong, disgusting. She's still a child. But I was not able to restrain my own physiology. After several weeks of indefatigable sex, it was extremely difficult for me to restrain an erection in her presence. Especially since she was attractive. While we indulged in the water, I remembered how we drove the girls to the river. The frames shifted, and I presented Alina to the place of Lera. Involuntarily glanced at the hardened nipples protruding through the fabric of the swimsuit. I felt sick. Too many thoughts. Too many nuances.

It is also worth noting that feelings for Alina, who were once suppressed and forgotten by me, were resurrected again. I was drawn to her, and it was not just physiology. I caught her every move. Blinking eyelashes. Throw hair. Smile lips She was joking with me, I answered her the same way. True, I did not know what she put into all sorts of ambiguous hints. That winks at me, then smack on the cheek. I was only sure of my sympathy. A strange soul - darkness!

It was raining outside the window. It's not easy any drizzle, a real shower! People walked the streets under umbrellas, and those who forgot it at home - ran across, covering themselves with cases, folders, packages. We sat at home. Father returned from the store, scored products. Ladies fussed in the kitchen. The men watched the telly, set the table. Batya smiled mischievously whenever he noticed my enchanted glance at Alina. I was just going crazy. All that picture stood before my eyes: a naked female body and black panties. On TV was football. CSKA and Zenit. Dad was a fan of Petrograd, so that all attention was riveted to the TV. I looked into the kitchen: steam was poured out of the pan, my mother's chops were being prepared in the frying pan under the close supervision of Alina's mother, Alina herself was cutting salads. The face is focused. Strands fall on the shoulders. She leaned forward - my eyes stared at the neckline of her top. “No, I can't take it anymore!” My roof rode. And the view of her tanned bumps - even more so.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. The ladies raised their heads in my direction. Verbalized their thoughts Dad: “Well, that you are standing, go and open! I can handle it myself. ” The funny thing is - he did not even take his eyes off the match. Well, I obeyed, wondering to myself who brought it to us. He turned the handle, opened the door: on the threshold stood a neighbor Nastya. She was wet from head to toe - came under rain. Wet hair stuck to his face, mascara flowed a little. Purple nipples shone through the shirt.

“Hello,” she said, somewhat embarrassed. - Do you have a couple of minutes?

“If it's very urgent, then there is,” I replied.

“Very,” she jerked across the threshold and threw herself into my arms. Cuddled up to me and dug a kiss. Her hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass. Her heart was pounding, her languid breathing was breaking from her lips. - Right here and right now ...

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