I myself do not understand what I saw in this Irka! A girl is like a girl, of whom there are many at the age of twenty. Young, beautiful, slim, but again, I had a lot of them and now I have them. At my age, it was already time to marry, to get children, but somehow it did not work out. Well, it didn’t work out, I just don’t want to burden myself, I’m missing my own business. And the women ..., well, women, where they go. Half a year you fuck one, the taste ends, like that of a chewing gum, you change it for another. There is a penny, there is enough for a normal life, for girls too.

In general, half of the year with one fuck, it is she must still try to hold out so much, usually from a month to three, and half a year, it is aerobatics.

Perhaps it affects what we grew up with the younger brother in the family, where the mother changed the men like gloves. Brother from one man, I from another, we have different fathers.

I was born from a man whom my mother married. I was five years old when my father died, and after a year and a half I already had a younger brother, Seryoga.

In the mid-nineties, we moved to Russia from a former Soviet republic. My mother bought a two-room apartment in a five-storey building on the second floor, and my brother and I huddled in one small room. Mother, though she took men to her, but she tried so that we could see them less. She drank, of course, but again, not every day and not before losing her pulse. But pulled us, although not particularly indulged. When I tried to start smoking, I spoke to me for the first time, and the second time, when I caught the smell of tobacco, I fed me cigarettes, forcing them to eat. Since then, I am not on friendly terms with tobacco, but I treat alcohol exactly. I can drink it, but without continuations, I don’t want to thump me, maybe with my own business everything turned out so well and turns out. After all, many start their business and only a little bit will start to turn out, they start to plump and everything goes with ashes.

When I finished school, I entered a correspondence course, then a year in the army, and after the army, I continued to study and started my own business. Slowly it went uphill. I bought a two-room apartment in a panel nine-story building and began to live separately, helping my mother and little brother with finances.

Seryoga, having finished school, went to the institute for full-time education, then, having already finished the fourth course, he was sent to the army. When he returned, he finished his studies, received a diploma and went to another region, deciding to build his life on his own, without my help. After all, basically I helped him, the mother with her amorous affairs did not calm down. And when I saw that everything was alright, I just threw Seryoga over me.

Seryoga, when he started studying at the institute, moved to live with me, did not like his mother’s life. And then he asked me to rent him a room separately. I gave him money to rent a house and he began to live separately. And when he came from the army, he lived with me again, watching my peripeteias with the ladies. From one of my former even amorous things involved. But not for long, she sent him herself in a couple of months, and then he left.

Married there a year ago. We occasionally talked with him, by telephone, but I did not go to the wedding to him, congratulated by telephone, and my mother flew, I sponsored her. I bought them gifts, money in an envelope, everything as it should be. Then I showed the pictures. Nothing such a woman, the wife of a brother, well, judging by the pictures.

Then we talked with him a couple of times on the phone and he disappeared again.

And then as it calls, asks to meet him. He arrived by train and not alone, with his wife Irkoy.

When I met him at the station, I asked him to stay with me for a while, until he settled with finances. Something did not work in his new place.

I offered him to work with me, but Seryoga refused, well, his business. In general, they settled with me. Sergey was looking for work for several days, then sort of got a job somewhere. Worked for two days, rested for two days. Shift master, in some private furniture shop.

Irka was sitting at home, cleaning, cooking the zrachku, managing the washing machine. I also washed and ironed something after washing. Of course, I no longer get high, this is the situation. Although relatives, but still violate my usual being. He did not want to go live with his mother.

When Seryoga found a job, I arranged a meeting, my mother was invited, with her new fancy man, I was also with another madam. We sat down, hummed, Irka told us a little about herself that she came to the city to work from the countryside, met Seryoga there. She, too, only the mother, the father left. There is also a younger brother, who is four years old. But it is consolidated, by mother, well, just like Sergei and me. Her mother lives with her new husband informally, but they live. He swells, periodically, but in the village it is in the order of things.

Irka is studying by correspondence, economist, going to be transferred to the institute in our city, so as not to dangle there at the session. A girl is like a girl, some millions, but for some reason my eggs rang against her. Straight twisted them, from the desire to pit the pressure in the brotherhood wife.

I do not know what, fuck my chick, but I imagine Irka, that was such a garbage.

I sit in the morning in the kitchen, have breakfast, having decided to come to the company a little later. His telka, at night, sent home a taxi, the fourth month with her, she began to get bored, and her thoughts had already begun to switch to Irka. Thoughts are nasty, about her, spinning in my head, but who among us is not without sin?

I sit, so I have breakfast, here Irka slipped from room to bathroom, in a robe. Seryoga has already left for work, he is leaving early.

Then she came out of the bathroom, her face was sleepy, not made up, but that didn’t spoil her at all. Beautiful girl, do not say anything.

I looked, the hem of her robe was tucked into her panties, she probably took a shower, dressed her underwear after she put on the robe and did not notice. Panties pink, narrow, pubis barely cover.

I tell her - Hi Er, beautiful you girl! -

- Hello! Thank. - she smiled at me - What a beautiful, not even made up. -

- Yes, everything is fine with you, pink color to your face - I snealed.

She looked at me in surprise, then looked down, saw her mistake, quickly corrected the floor of the dressing gown - Damn, it lit up -

- Come on, you think, showed the edge of her panties. On the beach in a bathing suit you go, nothing. But it was beautiful - I nodded approvingly - I approve of the taste of my brother. To choose a bad one -

- How is it, God knows whom? - she was surprised.

- So they say about daughters-in-law. The name of the sister-in-law is derived from this. It was believed that they brought some unknowing, unknown, that is, and called her “no one knows who”. And when she gave birth, it was already considered her. Since then, the name went daughter. So people say about the name of the daughter in law. - I explained.

Irka thoughtfully listened to me - On the one hand, it seems to be true, because it is not known what kind of woman brings a woman to a house - she sighed.

- Well, yes, but outwardly you look cool. Ass, chest, figure on the level and beautiful you -

- Thank you - she smiled - What a chest there. Seryozha calls them pimples. She's small with me, Irka said shyly.

- Believe me, you have everything with tits - I grinned.

- Why don't you marry? - suddenly asked Irka.

- Do not pull while on family life. Probably need such as you find - I made her a compliment.

- So you have a beautiful girl, young and slim! - she was surprised.

- Immediately not only in this case - I said evasively - Sex is not the main thing in living together. It is necessary that it is interesting together not only in bed -

- And you mean with her only interested in bed? -

- Well, something like this. And that is not very interesting -

- Already become boring, or what? - she was surprised - And how much are you already with her? -

- Well said. The word already says a lot. - I grinned - Already three months with her -

- And already tired? - Irka said in surprise.

- Have you yet bothered Seryoga, or what? - I looked at her.

“Well, I don't know,” she drawled. “I think not ...”