in my head instead of brains - my mother's rolls with eggplants?
“And instead of brains, and instead of the liver, and instead of ... what other organs do I have there?”
- Vee! Deuce on anatomy! You have a heart, Comandante Che, and it beats an eggplant fight. It turned into a big pulsating eggplant ...
- You, vegetable grower, a pathologist! You better tell me, how do you know so much? You are not supposed to be smart, you are six years younger than me ... You just have to be sexually anxious macaque.
- Well, Duc! ... To be honest - you oblige. I want to match! So sometimes I read Wiki to be on the level ...

“Why do home furnishings and clothes bring people together so much?” Thought Yuri, looking at bare-legged Dashka in a pink T-shirt, barely covering the edge of her panties. They chatted until the night - about everything that had happened before, and twice as much. When they were going to bed, Dasha went up to Yuri, took him by the shoulders, kissed him on the cheek - and jumped away from him like from a tiger:

- As a sister ... Good night, bratello! Do not walk in a dream over the roofs, they are full of holes.

Yuri lay down, keeping inside a warm imprint of Dash's lips and breasts, butting him through a nightie.

Act 3

Three days passed like a flash. From early morning, Dasha, barefoot and barefoot, climbed onto Yurka on the bed, unceremoniously shoved him, and they wandered around Peter to the night, talking about everything in the world.

They stared at them, and Yuri was flattered that Dashka was with him. She was charming to tears, and her eyelashes, her brown eyes on half a face, her flexible, mischievous figure of an affectionate imp and a round trimmed head, brushed delicately, like a porcelain cowgirl, made everyone staring at her. Yur all the time remembered that Dasha was his sister, and this added a tart-piquant touch to their conversation. “We can be very close, but we are a brother and sister,” Dashka seemed to tell him, not hesitating to sit on his lap and prick his nipples through his T-shirt.

Soon, Yurka accidentally saw her naked. He sat in the room, closing the door; A blast of drafts suddenly opened it, and Yuri saw the profile of a wet Dasha standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror. The cones of her breasts, high and sharp-nosed, heaved like inflatable balls.

A stupid thought flashed: "how adult she is ..."

- Eeee! - Dasha shouted, twisting and closing the door. - Why are you spying on your sister?
- He didn't spy. Do not be ashamed, Dashk? The door itself opened - look, admire me! ... - Aunt Katya intervened. Yuri pretended not to see anything, but Dasha, pink and wet-haired, came in and asked him:
- Well, good?
- What is good? ..
- Oh, she, how incomprehensible ...
- We are asking for compliments, right? Well, keep it up, just do not blush. You have very beautiful breasts and ... and an amazing figure.
“Look at yourself: red like a crayfish,” the red Dasha brightened. - and all? So abstract?
- Oh, you still specifically? ... Tell about your divine nipples, about the golden fleece in the groin ...
- There is no rune there. I shave - have you not seen?
- Well, sorry, through your monumental thighs such details are not visible ...
- Oh, they are also monumental? - screamed Dashka, and a pillow flew into Yuru. Yuri issued a warlike cry - and the heap began to be small.

Soon they lay on each other without strength, shuddering with laughter, and Yurka felt that the dressing gown rested against Dashkin, which should not rest against his sister.

- Oooh ... Why are you, Crocodile, requested a description of my armor from me?
- Yes, so ... To see the chameleon possibilities of your cheeks. I, by the way, do not hesitate at all. You think nobody saw me naked?
“No, I don't think so,” said Yuri, getting up from Dasha. "But in fact: eighteen years old ... now they fuck at sixteen and fifteen ..." For some reason this thought was unpleasant. - You have a boyfriend?
- And how. And not one, - Dasha famously laughed, stretching out like a panther.
- In terms of? Male harem?
- Nuuu ... rather a platoon of applicants for enrollment in this.
- I guess. With such a mordenstein and model ass like you ...

From this point on, the sexual theme somehow leaked into their conversation, fueled by the fact that they were close by: Yuri — and Dasha with her breasts, with her eternally bare, gorgeous legs and face of an imp-angel.

They are rapidly converging. With each wish of good night, Dashkina’s lips tightened tightly against Yurkin’s cheek, and his chest pressed even tighter into his chest. When they were saying good-bye to the train compartment, Dasha hung on Yuri, buried his face in his neck, and Yuri felt his lips tickle him. Raising her red face, Dasha suddenly smacked Yurka in her mouth - and ran away.

Impressed by this impulse, Yuri was sitting on his bed, looking straight ahead, and woke up only when Pulkovo was outside the window, and in his cell phone he was chirping a text message.

“A bright personality, but I did not read Dickens!” *, Yuri read, and immediately began to type in the answer: “sister, he asks about naked bodies!”
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* Quote-teaser from the novel by Kaverin "Two Captains". - approx. auth.

Soon I had to turn off the sound in order not to wake the beast in sleeping neighbors. The dark coupe was lit up with flashes announcing new sms:

- I must compare different opinions! =)
- and who else told you about your hips?
- those who consider them neat and sexy: P
- and you have a lot of these?
- hips? while two;)
- crocodiles have no hips. they have only a monumental tail: P

They bombed each other deep into the night, and Yurka, imperceptibly dozing off, found out in the morning a bunch of offended text messages with question marks.

Act 4

Their correspondence has become even more intense than before. Yurka didn’t get out of the VKontakte to which they were transferred, and regularly plucked in from the administration.

But their conversations have changed. Steb remained, but another topic was woven into it. She sucked them up like a forbidden whirlpool, turning into mania over time, into a sharp game without winning and discharging.

For the first time, Yuri could speak frankly to a girl about sex. It was exciting, like sex itself, and even sharper. Yurkin's sexual experience was limited to a single bed: he had a girlfriend with whom he quickly broke up and with whom he couldn’t talk too much. In fact: what to say when you can fuck? Moreover, Yurka did not know then (albeit vaguely) that sex, dressed in words, cuts the soul like a blade.

And here it was possible to SPEAK with Dasha without fear of anything. Awkwardness and hitch did not threaten them: after all, they were brother and sister. And they were far away ...

At first, Yurka timidly probed this topic. Dasha was not at all averse to defeating herself, and very soon Yuri knew that she lost her virginity at the age of 15, that she tried everything, and her sexual life resembled a rafting down a mountain river. Yuri was unpleasant, but he did not dare to condemn her, fearing to break the frankness, which was becoming more and more acute every day, and he learned new and new shocking details of her body's life.

When he plucked up arrogance, asked her about anal sex, Dasha replied:

- For the first time scary, but from the fear of something and the buzz.
- Out of fear? And all?
- Well, no, of course :) It feels like you were dressed like a stocking on a peasant :) This defenseless and sweet, even nauseous. As if you are all full from top to bottom.
- And ... when you scold, the same feeling?
- Well, Burashka! Well, you said !!! Sentenced to be shot small poop!
- Well, thank you! But the ass is one after all?
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