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- Masha, stop laying the table, Uncle Vanya arrived.

Uncle Vanya - the heart skips a beat, and then, catching up, makes two at once. Dad has an anniversary today - 45 years. He does not like noisy holidays, so they invited only those closest to him: a couple of his friends, his father's father Luda, and the recently appeared sweet bunny of souls. I am walking on stiff legs into the corridor. Ivan Ivanovich and his wife, Natalya, are taking off their outer clothing; their father is fussing around. I am amazed again and again, how beautiful he is! Dark thick hair slightly touched with gray hair, a strong-willed face with intelligent and tenacious eyes, and even lips. Is it possible for men to have such lips? Clearly defined, sinful, plump and solid at the same time. Uncle Vanya from the breed of those men whose age only adorns. The dad next to him seems to be much older, probably because of his early bald spot and beer belly. I noticed. Tenacious eyes with rays of wrinkles in the corners penetrate their blue into me, trying to read my thoughts, to understand my current mood.

- Mashun, go, say hello. Van, I have such a clever girl, can you imagine, she defended her diploma perfectly well.

Kisses on dear-smelling, expensive-looking aunt Natasha. I went to him. Legs do not obey, hands tremble. He closes me with his wide back from the others, kisses my cheek, and my fingers find and squeeze the nipple of my right breast very hard. I bite my lips so as not to scream. This weasel responds so sharply in me - it shoots through fire from my chest to the lower abdomen, coils there with a stinging spring, and then sharply straightens, forcing the insides to vibrate.

The male body is suspended, the hands are released from their captivity.

- Good and beautiful.

Again the blue of his tenacious and slightly self-satisfied eyes gazes at my flaming face. Ah well! I also have a secret weapon, lick my lips. His pupils widen slightly, his gaze becomes hot.

- Come all at the table! - Dad shouts happily.

This exclamation interrupts our silent dialogue. All turn and pass into the living room. Uncle Vanya goes behind me, slaps on the pope. Inaudibly, lightly, but I need so little, pounded the whole.

Guests rustle, move chairs, sit down, talk about something fun, but for me the whole world is concentrated in these blue burning eyes.

“Marya, go sit beside me,” he slaps the back of a nearby chair. “Tell me how diplomas are being defended.”

I applaud inside, what a wonderful actor. How so! He needs my diploma.

Uncle Vanya speaks a toast, he knows how to do it, having fun and in a friendly way touching. Everybody laughs, confirms. But I cannot hear the words, only the enveloping voice. I remember him a little different - hot and hoarse from passion. It’s worth it in your ears: “Damn, how hot you are!” The toast is said, everyone drinks, and the speaker’s hand rests on my knee. I start and stretch my legs a little. He understands everything, knows everything, is pleased with my reaction. Guests knock forks and knives, trying dishes on the table. In me, the food causes disgust, lazily picking with a fork in a half-empty plate, my legs never brought together, all in anticipation of further touches.

Where did it all start? How did papin's best friend become my lover? It all began with grief, with the burning grief that entered our prosperous life. Five years ago, my mother died, turning in six months from a beautiful, healthy woman into a shriveled, skeleton stretched with yellowish skin. Oncology does not spare anyone. With her, happiness has left our family, and the family has also virtually ceased to exist. Dad started to drink, not paying any attention to me. I was depressed ... It happened on the day of the commemoration, on the fortieth day. Uncle Vanya was next to us then, helped to put in a drunk father in bed. I seemed to be slowed down, sitting in the living room on the couch, not understanding how to live on without my mother's good understanding and all forgiving eyes, her kind embraces.I remember he sat down next to me, he took my cold fingers in his strong hands. Somehow, with a sixth sense, I understood what was going on in my soul.

- Masha, everything will pass and get better. Mom will always be with you in your memories, thoughts. You are a young beautiful girl. And I must go on dates, learn, enjoy life.

I indifferently stared at him with my eyes, answering phlegmatically and slightly memorized.

- Yes, Uncle Vanya, everything will be fine, everything will be fine. You go, we can handle.

He swore obscenities, poured a whole glass of vodka. He made me drink everything to the drop and said: "Cry, or else you sit like a mechanical doll, which has run out of the plant." Vodka burned, I sat for a long time in front of Uncle Vanya, clapping like an idiot with my eyes, gasping for breath and trying to catch my breath from the unusually strong alcohol. Heat spread through my body, which gradually melted my inhibition, destroyed all reinforced concrete shackles, behind which I hid my pain and despair.

“Cry,” Uncle Vanya said softer already.

As if he gave me a setup, and I began to roar, really began to roar, clinging to it and looking for protection and comfort in these embraces. Uncle Vanya stroked my hair, stroked my back, whispered gentle words in my ear ... I do not know how it all happened, and what was to blame or cause - pain, alcohol, the proximity of our bodies. He kissed me: hair, face, and I suddenly put my lips up and wrapped my arms around his neck. When a beautiful young girl clings to you with her whole body and eagerly kisses, it is difficult to resist. Passion arose, it seems, from nowhere and spun like a whirlwind. He was not gentle with me, did not know that I was still a virgin. And not to the tenderness I was then. I wanted to forget, to feel the taste of life. And I perceived the pain during its penetration as gratitude, confirmation that I was still alive.

The next day, Uncle Vanya reappeared with us. Long cursed with his father about his constant drunkenness. Furious left the pope, leaving on the move: "Let's go outside, we need to talk." We got into his car. We drove off to some nook and cranny.

“Everything that happened between us yesterday is a terrible mistake,” Uncle Vanya said. - We both did not control ourselves, but I, of course, was to blame more, because an adult man simply had to control himself.

He said a lot more, apologized, but the meaning of the words did not reach my mind. I sat like an idol, for some reason affirmatively nodded my head, while at that time I was thinking only about one thing: “I want it, I want more.” And my panties were all wet. The most interesting thing, despite his apologies, these correct words, I felt the excitement coming from Uncle Vanya, and when I glanced at my trouser pants, I saw a significant mound. From this atmosphere of excitement, everything in me trembled and vibrated. She looked straight into Uncle Van’s eyes, he froze and fell silent. For several seconds he did not say anything, looking into my pupils dilated with lust.

- What are you doing with me, little fucking!

Then he grabbed my hair and bent my head down to his dick holding his pants ...

Memories interrupts hand, rooted between my legs apart. It is so unexpected and sharp that I scream. Guests at the table look at me. All with bewilderment and only Uncle Vanya in the eyes of understanding and warning.

- Oh, Dad, we completely forgot about the meat in the oven! - I say the first thing that comes to mind.

- Masha, I watched, in five minutes will be ready.

This is Svetlana Viktorovna, Dad's Lady. They, probably, will soon get married, I am glad for them, really glad, but more and more often I realize that there is no longer a hostess in this house.

- Aunt of Light, you are just a miracle.

- Daddy, can I say a toast now.

I speak, I speak, and Uncle Vanya lightly strokes my leg under the dinner table. Teku, I feel how moisture stands out from me ... We have not seen him for two weeks. Papin's friend is now a big boss - a busy person. After a long separation, my body responds sharply to the slightest movement on its part. However, separation ...

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