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they were not just outlined, but they were sticking out a T-shirt that was worn on it, and were still actively waving during movements. My fellow students from the university could not boast of such "wealth", although they were all wearing bras. There wasn’t exactly a bra on Lena, and I watched the movements of the bulging sports jersey with interest. And with difficulty he averted his eyes when he felt how my dick stood up.

It was clear: I was at that age when the “bad” hormones “boil” in the body and “break free”. I was not averse to “play hand-billiards”: considering the photos of nude beauties in the laptop; Watching another porno besseller; or simply fantasizing freely on the topic “how would I have planted” ... Yes, and the week was “hard”. For three days I did not have the opportunity to "relieve tension and get rid of a surplus of young and abundant sperm!"

Now my eggs were full, and only from one type of melon's sister hiding behind her t-shirt, they ached, reminding me of myself. Good thing it was twilight. So my "abnormal", but quite predictable reaction to a relative no one noticed. And there was night ahead, and right there in bed I could “play my solo part”!

We sat down to dinner. I, remembering what I saw on the wall of the satellite dish, decided to find out how it is with leisure and whether there is internet. I brought with me an old laptop that used to belonged to my mother, and it was “hidden” a couple of gigabytes of photos of the aforementioned fat and big-haired beauties and about a dozen “adult” films quietly downloaded from the Internet. Aunt Katya with an ominous smile, it seemed to me, said: the Internet has not been working for about a month; and satellite TV in this wilderness because of some anomaly shows through time!

- And that! From “fifth to tenth”! - she added, - and why do you need a TV? Here is a forest, a river, work in the fresh air ... Rest and rejoice ...

- Yeah ... - I doomed mumbled, realizing that the link is gradually turning into hard labor!

“And by the way,” the little sister “added fuel to the fire,” “cell phones here, alas, do not catch, and the landline phone constantly breaks ...”

“...” I had to lean over the plate in order to hide the “mean male tear unexpectedly swollen in the eye” ...

* * *

Tired of the road and a bunch of "bad" news, I did not immediately fall asleep. And besides, he broke away, playing with a member and remembering how appetizing the breasts rolled and moved, their breasts could only be called a dunce, my new-found sister. I was tortured trying to imagine what it looked like without clothes ... With a bountiful “result,” I smeared the edge of the sheet and tucked it under the mattress without any ulterior motives.

* * *

In the morning I woke up late. Although at dusk in the early morning I heard how it seemed to me that the heaped up alarm clock was really a crowed wake-up call. Having broken his eyes with difficulty, he came down from the attic, where I was assigned to live. The house was quiet and empty. Remembering where the toilet is, I slowly walked that way. Lena intercepted me, already on the way out.

I must tell you that, despite the fact that it is the home of rural hinterland, there were no problems with domestic inconveniences. Individual water heating, hot and cold water in the taps and accordingly a warm toilet with an Italian toilet and a bidet standing there. Of course, a shower with a bath. About the sewer and so it is clear!

- Something you sleep a long time, brother! - She grumbled, - I have already watered the beds and fed the bird ...

“Three hours of time difference and tired from the road,” I began to make excuses.

And then I saw what she was wearing ... A short top from under the bottom cut, which was visible elastic hemispheres of the breasts.Slender, tight buttocks are super-short soft shorts, tight-fitting and embossed with their plump charms. And from the side out from under them on the thigh strand of curly dark hairs was knocked out. Of course, I didn’t see it in my photos, but in person ... And, of course, I immediately got up!

I would like to say that I immediately drew her to me, kissed her, and we rushed into the room to make love ... But it was not so! My face blushed, and in embarrassment I tried to turn to her sideways, so as not to show, an erect organ ready to escape from the gum. She either pretended not to see my embarrassment or really did not notice, but, turning her back, said:

- Come on. Feed you ... - and quickly moved towards the kitchen.

Having taken a deep breath, my heart was beating, I squeezed out with a hammer:

- Now I’ll just get dressed ...

- And you will not wash? - followed by a stinging response.

- I will wash and get dressed ... - I mumbled and darted into the next door - the bathroom.

Today was clearly not my day! Although another surprise was waiting for me in the bathroom ... There was a big lace bra hanging on the hook crooked to the wall, and a crumpled girl's panties were on the basket with dirty laundry. Turning on the water and constantly looking at the door and listening, I lifted this piece of clothing so attractive for me with two fingers and, stretching it with my hands, began to examine it. Simple cotton panties, on a white background scattered multi-colored peas of different sizes and even smelled of them! Something incomprehensible, but pleasant and exciting. My member was unable to endure such a spectacle and already insolently sticking out the gum of underpants, got out. I heard some noise and, holding this piece of matter in my fist, I abruptly turned to the sink, pretending to wash my face. Panties "burned" my hand, but it was spinning in my head, the devil knows what!

- We must lock the door! - suddenly came to my mind.

I turned, intending to close the door on the latch, but there was nothing like that there ?! Confused, I looked around and thought:

- And how are they washed ... without closing? - and then a simple answer arose, - why, they together, live without men!

Pulling the door, I tried to close it, but either the skewed threshold interfered or the door itself swelled up, but it retreated with a quiet creak, leaving a decent gap. There was a sound of footsteps and I, throwing my panties aside, rushed to the sink and began to wash. A few seconds later the door opened. On the threshold, a little sister “drew herself” and quickly inspected the bathroom, asked suspiciously:

- What have you been busy for so long? I already want to eat myself.

I turned around and saw how her eyes turned into panties thrown on the floor. My face was flooded with a hot, red wave. Without raising her eyes, Lena took a step, silently, went in and put her panties in the laundry basket.

- Pervert! - she squeezed out of herself and, turning, went out.

- Yes, I just ... - my answer vanished into emptiness, - it accidentally touched and they fell ... probably ...

* * *

We had breakfast in silence. Attempts to explain to no avail. Lena pointedly did not communicate with me. Spitting on everything, I paid tribute to breakfast.

When we cleaned and washed the dishes from the table, I took another step:

- What we have next? Will manure from the stall rake or geese graze? - I showed "knowledge" of rural life.

- Well and the fool, you! - my sister snapped, - who is herding them? They themselves, where and when to go. In the evening set the feed and that's it. I already watered the beds and greenhouses. So I can show you around ...

- Let's go on foot? - I clarified.

- You can take a bike or take a scooter ...

My eyes lit up.

- Are you already riding a scooter?

“About ten years old ... It's far away everywhere, so you have to,” she said seriously.

“Let's go on a motor scooter,” I said, almost begging.

“Okay,” she decided, thinking.

- Can I get behind the wheel? - already presenting myself rushing along the road, I asked.

- Can you? - followed by a quick question.

- Well ... - I pulled.

- So no! - cut Lena.

* * *

Our vehicle turned out to be a haunting cargo scooter "Ant" with iron sides.Although it was clear that he is in good hands. Lena wore over ... Read more →

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