- Varkaa! Varka, grebe minor, where is the money?

Mother knew that after 3 months I was going to the capital for a dance competition. And that means - suits, accessories, make-up, tickets ... It means money.

And the parents needed the money as air. The young lover ate, drank, walked, vigorously siphoning out of Eleonora, grabbing from her last strength the beauty passing through her fingers, more and more sums.

Some of the funds were covered by our fathers and Lena, who still believed that they had destroyed “dear talented Elichka in the bloom of years as foolish pregnancies”, partially helped by two rented apartments left over from deceased grandparents.

But it was not enough. And I, the younger daughter, the ungrateful grebe, "just stockpiled a jug, all in my father." And now Eleanor, as she asked to be called in front of people, broke through our room with her sister as an arable tractor, scattering lumps and growling.

I carefully closed the front door, not even trying to go in and figure out the relationship with my mother. With less risk, you can cut the wire of a mine, jump on thin ice in the spring and pull a grenade from a monkey. Years from the 3rd I learned, never, I repeat - never, to approach the yelling Eleanor.

As she was after school, in an old dress made of fine wool and with a dermantine bag on a long strap, she turned around and went to the first floor, to her intimate twins, Luce and Misha.

- Che, your fool again?
She sighed in response.

- Well, a little left, until the summer lasts. And there you go to your dance house, or you go where, or out, jump out of Mishka. All roads are open.

Lucy as always was very positive. And I saw only the bright side in everything. Her brother put me on his knees and, taking the opportunity, he kissed my neck.

The twins were six months older than me and, for some reason, were customarily taken care of in the class. Their parents were painters, blood from the blood of our factory-factory district, forever on earnings and trips, the two-room apartment often remained at the complete disposal of the brother and sister. And everything would be wonderful if it were not for the special attention of Misha in the last year.

It began with a friendly hug, a little closer than usual. Then stroking. Kisses
A couple of times I tried to refuse, not that I was disgusted, but I didn’t really want to. Then, in response, Misha was dusty and angry, Lucy was worried, and those nights when Mom asked to leave and not to interfere with her “building personal happiness”, we had to spend not with them, but go to see my father. And this is still a horror.

Therefore, it was easier to suffer a little, and everyone is happy.

Now Lucy, with a sly look, glanced as my brother's fingers were climbing over my collar. She adored her brother and thought that I should be happy with his attention.

- Luce, remember, I left you a shift? I have to change clothes to work.

- I will find it now, it seems I wrapped it in a bag.
Girlfriend opened a huge closet and started looking.

Missed Misha immediately launched his hand into the gate and showered his chest in a businesslike manner. Recently, he completely stopped hiding our wooing from her sister, although I was terribly shy and begged him not to do so.

- Misha, - I whisper, - it is not necessary under Luce.

And he already unfastens the buttons, rummaging, and in his mouth with a wet tongue. Brr
I shoved, kicked by this idiot even banged once. But he, the elk, was all over the drum, just fell on top, and continues to paw me.

- Oh, I found it! I'll go have a cup of tea while you are pondering.
And the cheerful friendliness went to the kitchen.

- Lucya!
My choked cry was immediately closed with a kiss. Misha finally got to the body. Nylon pantyhose were shifted down, the dress was almost rolled up under the arms.

- Kisyulya my, how did I suffer for a day. Eggs are like stone.And you sit, unapproachable all. And after the lessons I ran away without me.
He frantically kissed my nipples slightly depressed in the center, stroked my stomach with trembling fingers, climbed into the panties.

This is amazing, why should I not look at you all day long ?!
Because yesterday you dragged me under the stairs and felt in front of your boyfriend. Tipo he guards while we kiss.

I roared and dodging trying to keep the panties down.
The bear was arrogant in his infinite desire, but chaotic as a puppy, and, if you resist longer, there is a chance that he will switch to another.

So now, he spat on the joys that I hid between my legs and just pressed my already pulled out member to my naked belly.

He hugged and hugged up and down. Fizzled, praised me, buried in the hair, what I wanted and soft, moving his hips.

Gradually, I softened. Misha carefully descended below and rubbed straight over his sweaty panties. It was very hot, it was hard to breathe, and under the creak of the sofa, I exhaustedly closed my eyes, my elbows squeezed like a trap in an excited Misha. The body began to melt.

- Yes, Varechka, my darling, are you feeling good now? That's how you feel.

I whimpered and shook my head. Not good, I do not want, I do not want so.
But it happened as usual, Mishka pulled down the panties and moved his pin to the bottom of the pubis, straight along the thin hairs, and along the fold, and along something very tender and sweet there.

He kissed me on closed eyelids, lips twitching and whispering “No”, and then, laughing, he drank my silent moans.

My legs twitched a bit, and I froze, breathing faster. Now, Misha, no longer meeting resistance, simply squeezed a member between closed thighs, without entering the intimate cavity, and moved in with a wide range, managing to bite the neck and pinch the nipples.

Chest has always been a special area of ​​attention. Wide and large, two elastically protruding bowls, very early and viciously growing up on a slender sports body, became my first curse, strongly bewitching the previously so calm friend.

And now he, before he finished, arched to admire them.
“Tits,” he looked, smiled happily and finished.

I turned away and thought about why he doesn’t insist on taking off her panties every time, but in the end he does what he wants, and I lie all open again. He forced me to get a flash of pleasure, and only then he finished himself, sometimes showing the wonders of patience.

Misha proudly believed that he cares about me, and does not deprive him of his virginity before the wedding. But all this raised questions to me, is this kind of concern right when it still touches where it wants?

Only there was no one to ask. Lyuska was right, whatever adored Misha would not do, my mother would nadala on the cheeks, her older sister ... Lenok was always busy with her university, considered me a bad girl, and in general was not interested in how I live or breathe.

Cheerful smack in the chest. He ran his hand over his body.
- You are a pretty figure with me, Varka. Better than porn. All the boys envy me. Am you in a nipple.

And Mishka, pulling up his pants and singing, went into the kitchen, leaving me like a fish thrown on the beach. Crumpled and infinitely alien for this room, and especially for the hated couch, creaking springs, and to the whole apartment of the person reporting what we are doing to him and Bear.

She took off her more or less clean pantyhose and very wet, with white spots panties.
It is good that there is spare linen in the shift.

She covered her palms, red with shame on her face. God, how awful. I was almost not worried about strangers strangers, I was accustomed to bodily attention, abstracted, it's not me, I'm not here. But Mishka was almost dear, so when he used, not paying attention to my refusals, it was bitter.

Pull yourself together, Varya, you just need to be patient a little. In the capital, you will be noticed and a completely new, completely different life will begin. There they will begin to listen to you. In the meantime, you need to earn more money. For a ticket and accommodation, for the first time. in the capital, probably, everything is expensive, even more expensive than ours.

Satisfied Lucy ("what are you with Misha paws, mimimi") gave me tea with sandwiches ....