The next morning began with a nightmare. Lena picked me up when the watch I looked at was still showing seven!

- Get up couch potato! - and her cam, which turned out to be pretty solid, hit me in the side.

I jumped up, shifted from a position, lying in a sitting position.

- Fucked, or what? - burst out of me.

- What do you think I'm a fool? So I will be one in the garden to plow? - followed by a deadpan answer, - food on the table. Let's have breakfast and go "in the field"!

Swearing to myself all the "gods", girls, and the rest of the brethren using a lot of obscene idiomatic expressions, simply speaking, mate, I reached out and stood up. As soon as my eyes opened, and I was able to realize what I was seeing, my jaw dropped.

Lena was standing near the bed, her hands on her hips. And she was dressed or stripped, as you like! On her body yesterday's slim nightgown dawned on her dangled ... As it was said in one film: “You will be up to the waist!” ... In short, she didn’t even hide her white tight panties, you know what!

As she turned slightly to the side, a bright beam of light pierced the light fabric. A moment later it seemed to me that a flashlight was lit under the fabric, illuminating and outlining all its seductive hollows and body bulges. My eyes fled and I tried in vain to gather them together, as I saw in the photo: dark-pink nipples on the background; sharp and rounded shape of her soft and pointed breasts; and like a crying, dark hollow of the navel ... The look that fell below noted the slight waviness of the panties from the hairs growing on the pubic bulge and of course the lush and thick vertical folds under it, hiding between slender, smooth legs ... Instantly averted his eyes, but in the groin already a fire broke out.

- you what? - suddenly asked Lena and a moment later her jaw "disappeared", and her eyes stared at my suddenly became close pants.

Trying to rectify the situation, I turned sideways in order to hide behind and ... lost. My instantly swollen member, now visible in profile, bristled under the fabric of the tight loins of the swimming trunks, pulling it off forward, successfully creating the impression of a “hidden bludgeon”.

- Oh ... - she squealed in confusion, - and what is it there? - and then bit her lip, literally turning red but without looking away.

- What, what ... - hoarse, angry, I - grandfather Pyhto! And the grandmother with a gun - and turned his back to her, feeling the fire pouring her face and heart beats.

Instantly fading silence enveloped the room with a cotton blanket.

- Fool! - Lena suddenly croaked and flew out of the room in a whirlwind.

- Itself ... stupid ... - ate audibly in the trail, I whispered to her, - I didn't call you here ... - and rolled my eyes woefully! “But it all started well,” suddenly flashed through my mind.

***

When I, dressed and washed, appeared at the table, Lenka, as if nothing had happened, was already eating up buckwheat.

“Eat,” she jabbed a finger at my plate and, rising, added — it's time to water!

Then we watered a huge garden for a long time, sometimes sprinkling water at each other with a hose. Despite the external gaiety, both were tense and focused. After the next waterfall which my sister doused for me, she suddenly stopped and asked:

- We'll go swimming?

- Come on! - I stretched, taking off my wet T-shirt and hanging it on the fence.

- Then you finish here, and I will go, collect things, and take food!

“Okay,” I answered condescendingly, and began to watch her gracefully shaking her ass as she walked toward the house.

As soon as she disappeared around the corner, she exhaled heavily, feeling another “revolution” in her pants and a keen desire to get rid of excess semen.

- That would be to fill up on the shore ... - I dream. - And maybe she will give me? - a heavy sigh, since the answer was obvious. - You will work with pens, my dear, with pens! Laughed the inner voice in his head.

* * *

Half an hour later we were shaking the bumps on the old “Ant”. I clung tightly to Lena's warm back, trying not to think about the fact that if you raise your hands higher then under them you can feel the hot, soft and so desired soft flesh of her breasts. And if you lower them down, they will very comfortably fit between not very tight legs.

“If only it was a motorcycle ...” it came to mind, “then her knees would be,” I managed to glance over her shoulder and see bare pink and round knees under the appetizing swaying breasts ... - they were widely moved apart!

There was a certain tension between us. I clearly felt how my body trembled when my arms were wrapped around her waist, trying to keep myself on the bumps.

This time we came to another place. The road ended in some bushes near the river, and then I had to walk. But there, where we aspired, turned out to be a small golden-silver beach no larger than three by four meters sheltered from prying eyes. Hot sand burned his legs and instantly throwing off his clothes, I rushed into the water. Cold clear water burned the skin and I, with difficulty suppressing the scream, jumped to the top with a cork. Warming up from the cold that penetrated me, I scored with my hands and feet in the water, forcing the blood to run faster through the veins. Lena stood ankle-deep in water and looked at my pretzel with doubt.

- The water is cold! She cried.

“Normal,” I answered with difficulty, through clenched teeth, hiding the trembling, “let's dive!”

Taking a step, she shivered, and shook her head negatively, decided:

- Nah! Coldly. I will not swim. Just get around ...

“Well, as you like,” I exclaimed, and raising clouds of spray, rushed to the shore.

- Ahhhh! - Thinly she vozolila, when cold spray poured it from head to toe, and jerked to the side.

And I, slipping past, flopped on the hot, straight after all, "silk" fine sand.

- It's great here! - I exclaimed, feeling how hot sand warms the body instantly cooled in water.

- Yeah, - Lena carefully sat next.

Lying down, my eyes narrowing, I squinted at my sister, and seditious thoughts flooded into my head: “Now I’ll stand up, run my hand over my daughter’s sunburned back. The turf for the ribbon of a swimsuit unleashing and slowly taking it off ... farther in my head shots from the seen films flashed ... ".

Time passed, blood, as if in a fast creek, raged, inside and balked in the temples, but I still lay nearby, mentally stripping and caressing it ... And it’s good even on my stomach! And then the restless flesh, a little warmed up, again tried to “stick out” its essence and not in a figurative sense!

***

Half an hour later, realizing that I was starting to "melt" from the sun and my irrepressible fantasies, I again got into the water. Now the water seemed even colder, and with a noise rushing ashore, he saw that Lena lay down, sunbathing on her stomach, and untied the bra straps. The soft fabric of the fallen bra could not hold the flesh “pressed” by the body and its voluminous breasts, flattened into thick cakes “looked out” to the left and right of the shapeless bra cups. After standing for a while, I returned to the lake, scooped up the water folded in a boat and splashed onto her back. A scream sounded stunned me. As expected, she abruptly gave way, getting back on her knees and turning to face me. Then I saw everything in slow motion movies. Swinging white hemispheres of the breasts pulled up the already lost hip bra up, and themselves slowly swaying, gently fell down. The small stuck grains of sand, exfoliating themselves from the golden skin, fell silently on the ground. Once again, having swayed, they proudly dispersed the pink swollen nipples to the sides, and froze. She looked here on the shore much more sexy than in the bath! As if through a cotton wool it came to me:

- ... cancer or what? - I heard her angry voice, and then, - oh! - and her hands were raised, covering up the pointed domed domes upwards!

“And you are beautiful ...” I croaked unexpectedly, for some reason, kneeling.

- ... - she was silent, looking into my face, and I covered the most interesting things in shaking hands ...

- Want to sunbathe topless? I do not mind, I will not even look ... - for some reason, with difficulty I pushed through the words through my parched throat.

A mimic from indignation to causticity ran over her face, but for some reason she whispered:

- Can I completely undress? Dummy? Yes, and you yourself take off your underwear?

Now I looked puzzled, trying to figure out: “She's joking or not!”. And then, spitting on everything, and slowly began to smelt, feeling like simultaneously with my movements my penis is poured, becoming hard as a stone, sticking forward.

- Yes! - came the voice, as if uttered by someone else.

His face was burning, his groin was pulling, and his heart was thumping in the chest. The hand is not arbitrary and unexpectedly stroked the rebel flesh and swollen eggs. Awkwardly pushing aside the swimming trunks, I straightened up and looked at her whitened face with my bitten lip and said, or rather whispered:

- Now it's your turn...

Convulsive sigh. The hands covering the breasts crawled to the bottom, but in the middle of the way, as if changing their mind, they rushed up and, clutching at the straps of their bathing suit, pulled it over their head.

Perhaps on a whim, or in obedience to the ancient instinct, she, while her hands were falling, slightly pulled her shoulders back, bulging her chest forward, making her swing her charms. I saw how the nipples seemed to stiffen, stretching forward and becoming even bigger. They were filled with bright burgundy color, glittering in the sun.

I stood transfixed like an idol, devouring her body with my eyes and not knowing what to do. She slowly got up from her knees and suddenly in an unnaturally calm voice asked:

- Panties ... take off?

- ... - I shook my head, agreeing with this decision, and he again fell to his knees.

Slowly, swaying as if dancing, she pulled off her panties and threw them on the sand. I looked up at her, not believing my eyes and not being able to not only move, but also to say something. And she, proudly raising her head, stood in front of me in all her naked magnificence. Light, out of nowhere, where did the breeze move her hair, and just now I noticed how hard it breathes, and these ... these snow-white ... gently move in time with the breath.

Having made a few clumsy steps, I had to walk on my knees, I reached out and touched her body with my finger. It looked like a stone was thrown into the water. A shiver pierced her, scattering from the place of touch with a visible wave. After a little pause, he gently rubbed his fingertip from the dark hollow of the navel to the distinct triangle of dark curls of the pubis. Quiet moan, which Lena issued, as if awakened me. I did not get up from my knees, I still moved forward, and fell down facing the hot skin, pressing my cheek and inhaling its smell. She just hugged me, so we did not know how many years or seconds ...

* * *

The notebook is over. It was as if I just sighed heavily on that beach. And he climbed into the table to look for a friend's notebook - clean.