elastane - clear, yeah - polyamide ... Hmmm, Nadya, the mother took a good thing from you! I would have rushed at them even now to a party. All the guys would be mine! - she appreciated the potential of the gift. “Even I don’t go to such people,” and for demonstration she put her bare leg in ordinary tights into the aisle between the table and the sofa.

I was thrown into a fever. Fuck ... what a woman! I would sweetly fuck her in “ordinary” too!

“Well, mom!” Nadia squealed plaintively, apparently hearing a phrase about all the guys who would be hers.

- I said no! You are still early! - firmly answered Anna Yurievna. - Laris, finish! Let me clean it up. - Anna Yurievna stretched across the table, svetanuv with this huge neckline with large breasts, took stockings and put it in her bag.

“It didn't work,” Lech, who sat down next to me, whispered me sadly.

- Everything worked out! - I whispered to him in response. - Nadya really liked the gift, you see how upset that mother took it. Gave you! Well, and the fact that it was allegedly a joke, then, firstly: it is still unknown, it’s just now convenient for everyone to think of something else and continue the scandal; and secondly: even if you believe that it is still me, then YOU allowed me to do this and YOU participated in this draw. Severing And this, dude, is still a tick in your favor. And Olcha ... heard how she responded? Believe me, pal, it is Nadia the whole brain with its version of the project! So we put a powerful worm in your sister's head ... so fat, voracious. Which will quietly gnaw her. The first step is made! Give your stopar! Zahnem for success!

We raised the stopaki and, savoringly ringing with crystal, drank some vodka.

- Why are you there celebrating together? - Larisa Petrovna noticed. - Well, perky repeat for our Nadya, for our girl!

We poured some more to someone, and Lech, who had become courageous, said a word:

- Dear sister! I also want to wish you ...

- Stay where you bought ?! - Suddenly, while Lyokha was making a toast, Olcha, who had grown drunk, turned to me. - I want these too.

I carefully looked at her big brown eyes, then a little lower and ... I liked Olcha. Alcohol caused her to become hot, she was hot and she often breathed, which made her breasts twitch slightly. And she had a chest! I looked even lower and ... I liked it even more. Bare feet ended with open shoes from which fingers protruded like a fan, vulgarly and carelessly painted in burgundy color. From my experience I know that girls like Olcha are not very picky, so they take everything that is less tolerable. And I, in fact, was precisely the very “less tolerable”.

- In the elite sex shop! - I replied, actually bringing my lips to hers. She was so breathing that I heard her breathing flavored with mulled wine and vodka. - There are no such people there, but I took one more ... just in case ... a special case! - I added, already touching her cheek. - You have a boyfriend? - I asked, lightly caressing her ear.

- No longer! - declared Olcha. - I'm a free girl!

In general, friends, readers, young chicks do not really insert me, I'm more on adult hairs, but Olcha ... dreaming of a libertine brother! That is another thing! This can have a great time in bed!

- Then on brotherhood ... "sister"! - I minted, and raised a glass of vodka.

Olchie’s eyes flashed with a vulgar light, she twisted, grabbed a pile from Vasily (who at that moment, from doing nehuy, tried to chop one by one with a fork in a corn salad) and shouted:

- On brotherhood!

We entwined our hands and emptied the glasses ...

* * *

- Come on, "brother"! Fuck my sister! - cried out Olcha, lying on the bed and, not yet undressing, spreading her legs in expensive stockings from the elite sex shop.

- Fucked up, what are you talking about ?! - I sat gloomily on the edge of the bed. - This is not a dick is not erotic!

... After Nadia’s birthday, I took Olchu by taxi, of course taking a telephone number.And while we were driving in the back seat, I shamelessly fumbled under her skirt in my underpants, from which the young girl ended up plentifully and hotly, biting her teeth into the jacket of my shoulder and moaning sexually, afraid to loudly scream “Chanson” songs on the radio. Then we sucked at her door for a long time while the taxi driver waited patiently to take me home. Of course, such an acquaintance with Olchey simply should have been bound to have a continuation. And so, a few days later I called her and, lowering my voice to the intimate, said: “I am so glad that I finally found my beloved little sister! Come! ”

Joyful Olcha instantly rode up and immediately after a shower, putting on her stockings - she began to fulfill her, apparently, long-standing and very obsessive dream ...

- And why not so? - confused Olcha.

- How old are you? - I asked.

- Eighteen.

- And as if kindergarten! - I scolded her.

- Well, well, how to? - Olcha was offended.

- Sister, do you have a boyfriend? - I just asked.

“No,” Olcha replied, still not really understanding what I meant it for.

- So you haven't done this “for a long time”? I asked again.

- What are you talking about?..

“Hush!” - I interrupted her, - but you probably really want to?

- I...

“Hush!” - I interrupted her again, - listen, I, too, have not had anyone for a long time, in our sea ...

- So you are a sailor ?! - suddenly jumped up, surprised and rejoicing in something Olcha.

- Fuck no, of course! - I got angry. - Olya, fuck you in the head full of holes! This is just a game! What is not clear, then ?!

- Oh! I understand! - finally, the girl flashed her intellect and lay down again on the bed.

“... At our place, in the sea ... you know yourself: it is difficult with girls,” I continued, “now I am back ...

“Hee hee hee,” Olche suddenly became merrily.

- What the fuck, Olya ?! - I asked sternly.

“I will not do it again, I'm sorry,” squeaked a plaintive voice.

“... Now I'm back,” I repeated again. - By the way, where are our parents?

- Parents? ... Uh ... Ah, so they are at the dacha today, - Olcha pleased me very much, turning her head on and taking the game seriously.

- I have not had time to decide on housing ... Can I stay with you for the time being? - I continued on.

- Yes of course! - answered joyful Olcha.

- Do you have something to drink? - I asked and waved Olce hand to follow me.

Olya clearly did not expect to go somewhere, but got out of bed.

- Well ... Yes, there is ...

We went to the kitchen. I took out a bottle of wine, uncorked and poured into glasses. He nodded to her to sit down. She obeyed. I sat down near. And we drank reds.

“Ol, I don’t even know where to start ... I thought so much about you ... maybe ... as long as there are no parents, you and I ... - I specifically said with pauses so that Olcha could truly enjoy each ingredient individually, - ... well, how to say it ... - I again broke off and poured another glass. From intense excitement, Olcha, noisily crying, quickly drank her wine, in order to continue our realistic game to the horror as soon as possible. - There is nothing wrong with that ... if you and I ... make a little pleasant for each other ... you have the same legs as other girls. - I gently began to stroke her thighs and Olya held her breath. - The same chest. - I relish grabbed the girl by the "melon", squeezing her hard. She was in a dress, but without a bra. Elastic flesh meekly squeezed between the fingers. - ABOUT! And you, sister, have grown pretty tits! Juicy! - I let go of the chest and crawled down the thigh under the skirt. - Sister, no one will know anything ... let's leave doubts aside and just ... let's go fuck ?!

- I can no longer tolerate! - Olcha prayed. - I'll finish now!

I took a young girl in my arms and carried me into the bedroom. The wine is already slightly in my head, caused euphoria and the mind painted very depraved pictures of the next minutes.

I put the girl on the bed and took off his jeans. Dick instantly jumped out and Olcha saw a huge yaldak, which ... Read more →