The top of the denim jacket and made me dress. I excused myself, but she insisted, chuckling to herself. She put a hunting rifle and cartridge belt in the lockbox located along the front side. An eyebrow rose on my face in question, and I voiced it:

- What is this for?

- In the spring wolves indulged ... Just in case. This is taiga!

- Show off, - I decided to myself, but looking at her face, I did not see anything but concentration. This kind of thing happens to a person when he repeats the necessary, but bored with him, operation from time to time. - Are you serious? - I asked.

“...” she just nodded, and I believed. “This is taiga ...” Lena repeated softly.

* * *

We spent the rest of the day on the road. We went to the village for bread and milk. Then we went to the river and finally walked through the taiga.

“The forest is like a forest,” I decided, “only the trees are large and others.”

The water in the river was cold, but quite tolerable and I wanted to swim. But I didn’t have any swimming trunks or towels with me. So the bathing was postponed to another day. The most pleasant of all that happened during the day was to sit behind her, clinging to a hot and elastic young body. I had to hug her by the waist, and sometimes higher in overcoming obstacles. A couple of times my hands clutched at her soft breasts, and I was thrilled with delight and desire ... My dick was on edge all day and when, having arrived, I managed to retire. I, remembering with pleasure the warmth and sensations of the girl's body, fell into bed and jerked off, jerked off, jerked off ... And then I fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed about me and Lena making love on the river!

* * *

I woke up and got up, squeezed like a lemon, only when Aunt Katya arrived. Lena was busy with dinner with might and main, and I, as I could, began to “hinder” her in this matter. Aunt went tired and dusty. She sat on a chair, leaning heavily against her back, and the first thing she said:

- Lord! But how tired I am ... Now I’d take a steam bath!

Since there was no benefit from me in the kitchen, I suggested:

- Let me trample her!

- Can you? Urban ...

- And we have a bath in the garden. And I drown her! - I proudly notified her.

- Well, come on ... At least some use. Firewood for the bath. Water is already flooded ...

Having checked the lighter, I jumped out of the house. The bath was great. Three rooms: dressing room, washing room and steam room; and even a glazed porch, on which was a table of several different-sized chairs and an electric kettle with accompanying objects. And there were windows in all the rooms. Not very big, but taken away with simple, and not corrugated glass like in our garden.

The stove was heated from the locker room. I brought wood, melted the stove, and began to look after the fire, peering into it. Fire attracted, I liked to look at the flame. This occupation is delayed. Half an hour later, with difficulty breaking away from the fiery extravaganza, I did not dare to enter the sink, so it became hot there. What was happening in the steam room, I could not imagine.

He was already going to go “with a report” to the house when women appeared on the threshold. Both of them were in thin dressing-gowns and brought towels.

- Do you like it hot or something? - turned to my aunt.

Not listening to her, I looked with all my eyes at what was bulging from her robe cut. Swallowing saliva which became viscous, and having difficulty coming off from its dimensionless breasts tightly covered with a thin cloth, and even looking out of a deep notch, coughing, said:

- No, I do not like a hot bath. Wash, and then I too.

- Then in half an hour, go, please, to the house and bring beer from the refrigerator ...

- Mama! - strictly looked at the mother's daughter - are you again?

- Yes, a couple of bottles ... - as if frightened by her, mumbled an aunt. “After the bathhouse,” and glanced at her daughter, ingratiatingly.

- Okay ... so, - Lena agreed with a sigh, looking askance at me, and following her aunt, she passed into the dressing room.

- Yeah ...- I nodded my agreement, not understanding anything from their glances.

I went outside and sighed with pleasure, the cool fresh air. Literally in a few seconds, Lena's head looked out of the dressing room door.

- Bring in a couple of minutes, when we go into the sink more wood. These are almost burned out - and disappeared through the door.

- ... - I could only nod.

When I went out, I began to collect chopped logs and did not say that I happened to be near the window and carefully looked into it. What I saw thrilled me beyond measure. Aunt Katya, squatting back to me, gathered water in a big basin. Her round and soft buttocks were pulled back and in the dim light of the bulb I was able to see the thick black growth of the perineum and two thick folds of the labia lips hanging downwards in front of the pubic hairs. Voluminous breasts hung down like a pair of large milkings swaying as they moved. Almost immediately, Lena approached her and I finally saw her charms. Decent, for her age breasts stuck in different directions. Pinkish-brown nipples with a small pea "ran" in different directions. Flat tummy, plump hips and a cheerful triangle of dark pubis curls. I stood like that, looking at these “live pictures” if my aunt hadn't started to get up, lifting a basin full of water. Realizing that, turning, she would see me, I "fly" blew to the side, dragging the captured firewood. To say that I got up is to sin against the truth. My “dear friend” swelled and started so much that it hurt.

- Yes ... Pictures are good! But here is a lively nude woman, even if in a bath - it is quite another! - I thought, stroking the utterly excited “my second self”.

With difficulty, he walked to the locker room, quietly dumped the wood in a corner. Having thrown a couple of pole pieces into the firebox, looked around. It turns out, ladies undressed still in the house! They came here in the same dressing gowns, although in the corner two identical colors of nightgowns were casually folded. One is bigger, obviously Aunt Kati, a friend quite short — Lenin.

- Expensive, I would give what would be present when dressing in them after the bath, - the thought slipped, - and also, if I rub the backrest ... - I was dreaming. - But the panties are not observed anywhere! - it occurred to me.

Jumping out into the street, I leaned against the corner of the bath, where I was not visible. Convulsively, pulling off his pants and shorts to his knees, he began to furiously masturbate, until I was twisted, and a tiny trickle of sperm splashed out of my head. After a trip on a motor scooter, I pretty much “used its reserves”! With difficulty catching his breath, and scrolling through what he saw in his head, he pulled his pants hard and went to the house for a beer. On the way I looked into the bath. Of course, all their intimate toilet articles were casually thrown onto a basket of dirty laundry. Once again, having sighed heavily, I went to the kitchen.

***

I leaned back in my chair and stared in amazement at the notebook, almost written with my crooked hand.

- Wow, how many sheets scribbled! - I thought - and in fact it never came to the main thing!

Returning to the beginning of the notebook, began to reread. After reading two sheets, I thought, and then said aloud:

- For such an essay - they will definitely expel me from the university, and my relatives will "kill"! - and began to read further, savoring the memories.

While I was reading, my hand involuntarily dived between my legs and pressed against the rebellious flesh in the muscles. After reading to the end, I thought, and the hand itself began to deduce new letters. I seemed to be writing off the text from memory, unable to stop this useless action. The words came together in sentences, and those went smoothly on the paper. And I - wrote, wrote, wrote ...

- Who am I writing for? - there was a question in my head. I will definitely not give it to the teacher ...