And shut up. Katya waited a minute to continue, and when she realized that he would not be there, she decided to estimate his age. He was definitely younger than her, but his whole appearance suggested that he was younger than Natasha. Noticing Katin's gaze, he skulked even more, and she looked away not to give him a reason for vulgar thoughts. My sister did not appear and the pause began to drag on, it became uncomfortable. Suddenly Katerina caught on his uncertain look. Then another. And further. And suddenly I realized that I had met him in home clothes, which was made up of a cotton narrow blouse on bare breasts and worn tight jeans. She suddenly realized how she looked in his eyes, especially if he heard rumors spread to her. Kate nervously began to swallow more burning tea in order to quickly dump, until she finally ruined everything.

“And here I am, I'm sorry I had to wait,” spurned Natasha into the kitchen.

Kate looked at her and was speechless. Her sister had a black dress, perfectly fitted to her on the figure, not at all like lurid grandmother's outfits, which her mother always advised her. A modest make-up with skillfully marked forehead and eyelids, a neatly applied tonalnik and softly shiny lips turned it from a gray mouse into a beautiful swan. Katerina could not even imagine that her sister, who was always walking around in baggy sweaters and granny chintz, could look so beautiful, mysterious and, at the same time, seductive ...

- Kate, did you have things like? - Natasha asked her sister gently, waving her unusually lush eyelashes.

- Yes exactly! - Katya caught herself and with a bullet rushed into the common room. Closing the door behind her, she noticed that the heart was pounding in her chest, a fog in her head and ... excitement. Nata, as they called each other only in private, turned out to be extremely seductive in a tight-fitting dress. She was not beautiful - broad shoulders, plump arms, a small bold breast, which even a push-up bra, a soft tummy, slightly prominent, but without a single fold, wide hips, small buttocks, powerful thighs, could not enlarge. All this could not be called the standard of feminine beauty, but at the same time it was incomprehensible that excited Catherine. Reaching into tight jeans, she was surprised to find that she was wet. Reassuring heart, Kate listened to the conversation in the kitchen. It was suspiciously quiet. Indistinct cues from both sides. Too correct to be replicas of embarrassment. Formal replicas ... The conversation did not go well and it was perfectly clear that that was the fault.

For fifteen minutes the younger sister supported the fading conversation as best she could, then the creaking of chairs was heard. The couple went to the front door and there, at the exit of the guy, finally broke through. He talked long or slurredly, or whispered loudly to Natasha. “Mummy,” Kate suddenly thought viciously, “Speak normally, I wonder!” But he did not understand more clearly. He left without saying goodbye, carefully closing the door behind him.

Some time in the corridor was very quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Kate cautiously opened the door and went out into the corridor. Natasha stood silently, her hands clasped on her stomach, looked at the door, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

- How are you? Asked Katerina carefully.

Sister looked at her doomed and evil. It was evident that she wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, there was only a sob. This was repeated a couple of times, and then, in despair, Natasha rushed into the bedroom and, falling on her bed, began to sob. Katya, thinking, went to the kitchen to cook. Since childhood my sister has stuck in grief and so far nothing has been done about it.

Despite her lifestyle, Katya loved and knew how to cook, and, finding a packet of dough in the refrigerator, she quickly made baked pies.Despite the fact that the matter was long, periodically sobs were heard periodically outside the wall. Having spread all the pies on the tray, Katerina entered the room, put the tray on the nightstand next to her sister's bed and sat on the floor, looking anxiously at her sister. She lay with her head turned to the wall and, except for breathing, did not show any signs of life. So a few minutes passed.

“Did you come to encourage my transformation into a fat monster?” In a pile of stinking fat, to which no man touches for anything in the world?

- Do not be silly. You are not fat.

- Yeah, and you're not attractive. You guys do not hang on. You are stuffed with hormones, dressed in old lady's rags, and when you finally find a guy who could you really to love, he pecks on your sister, all she has to do is shake her tits.

- Sorry, I'm not on purpose.

Natasha waved her hand vaguely in the air, held her for a couple of seconds and let her fall doomed.

- What is the difference now? Let me die of heart failure, as befits such a fat loser like me, and you can quadrate all the guys who suddenly come to my funeral. Although no one will come, except those who are already led to you, there was no tears or anger in Natasha's voice. She just stated a fact.

So that was how it looked ... Now Kate understood her sister’s insecurity and her eternal nerve when she was nearby. She was ashamed. Not just for today, but for life.

- You know, maybe you're not a glamorous beauty, but you're beautiful. As a woman ...

- Is it beautiful? - screamed Natasha turned around and lifted her skirt. There, in the crotch, tearing the tight fabric of the shorts-briefs frantically pulsed something oblong. Katya gasped. She could not even think that her sister had such big problems. All of Katerina’s problems sounded like “a complication in the future” and “smoothed out by hormone therapy”, and their external manifestation never exceeded a centimeter in length, looked like a clitoris and produced a drop of semen per day.

Natasha slowly lowered her skirt and silently turned away again. Katya digested new knowledge about her sister.

“And you know, you are still very attractive,” said Katerina, feeling the growing tenderness towards her sister and gradually getting more and more excited.

“How are you! ...” began Natasha, turning round, but not finished. Katya, having made up her mind, grabbed her head with both hands and, holding her close, kissed her lips.