put it on the table top. Under the male laughter and female giggle, someone even got a fotik and began to shoot a video, Dima Matsur stuffed Lenin's fingers one by one into his mouth, licked and sucked them, looking at Lenin's boobs, which suddenly filled with blood in the nipples.

We continued the game. No one was in a hurry to undress, because desires were frankly erotic in nature, and their execution caused more laughter and emotion in the company than simple exposure.

Turn came to my sister. In a sense, she lost herself in tatters, left with half a deck on her hands.

- What can I guess? - Lena smiled mysteriously. She already felt all the zest of interactions and knew how to please the boys.

- I want you to turn your booty to Denis, twirl in front of him, then slap yourself five times on the pope and give a kiss to your buttock, if Denis wants, of course.

Dyon cleared his throat, grunting his fist with giggles. We also fell on the bench from such a fantasy. I looked at Olga in all eyes, she did not have to fulfill this desire. She could take off her bra, would be the third girl, naked boobs. "So what? - I thought. - Lena and Sveta look great without bras. No one pays attention that they are topless. ”

But Olya acted as always in spite of expectations. Her insidious naughty glance thrown at me slyly, reproached me with inaction.

“Look what they want from me, your friends. And you sit and you are silent, you fool! ”Said her gaze.

“Take off your bra,” I prompted in a low voice, smiling really like a fool.

Apparently, this obvious decision, imposed by the brother, caused Olya's familiar stubbornness from childhood.

She grunted, broke into a contemptuous smirk and, staggering, whether from wine, or unexpected responsibility to the public, who, being two years older, had longed for the beginning of the performance, rose from the table.

Everyone stared at her, not hiding delight. Even I was speechless, my eyes were embarrassed on the table, waiting for the outcome. “Bra straps,” I thought. - Bra, Olya will remove the bra.

But it was not there. This drunken beauty suddenly climbed onto the table with her knees and, sending her elastic round ass right in the face of the hero of the day, turned her in a slow waltz. The boys giggled, nodding approvingly. Dyon sat alone at the corner of the table, so the whole show was meant for him. He was red, steaming like a cancer, a confused grin did not leave his round face. He did not understand at all what he deserved such attention to his modest person. Screaming, laughing and approving comments inflamed sister. I do not know what she found on her, but she suddenly pulled off her panties from the priests to the hips, leaving us all to yawn in surprise. We did not see what was going on there, but everything that was and was between my sister between her legs rested on Dyne right in the face. Half a meter left, no more. He whinnied quiet sobs, we echoed with a gentle grunt. The sister turned her back, slapping herself over her buttocks dispersed to the sides, smiling like an abnormal one. She was drunk, went into a rage, the general inflammation of interest aroused her in earnest. I only now understand that she liked public nudity, she wanted to make fun of me, make me a naive brother of a depraved little sister. All my care, with which I watched her in the sauna, looked out for her not to be left alone by herself, as I immediately appeared between her and the overblown Matsur, who, apparently, was ready to lick not only Lena’s toes, everything it disappeared overnight, all she had to do was climb onto the table, pull down the briefs in front of Dony and start turning her backside. She gave me a boorish, lecherous gaze, full of contempt. I, realizing that this whole show was partially caused by dislike for me, tried to bring my sister to the feeling:

“Okay, Olya,” I reassured her and the guys.- Enough. Get off the table.

- What about the kiss? - she goggled, the more she got the guys.

- Yes, kiss! - shouted Andrei Kornyushko. - Dyon, kiss her in the tonsils!

They all began to neigh again, imagining where the glands were.

Olya knelt down, sticking out her ass for a kiss. We did not see exactly where Dyon had kissed her, obviously not in the center, but the loud smack announced that the desire was fulfilled with interest. Olya pulled her panties and descended from the table. Her eyes glittered excitedly.

We continued to play until everyone was without heats. Last panties pulled off Nastya Privolina, who did not want to lose in any way, but left alone, she felt like a black sheep. I saw her white taut ass on the way to the steam room, where we decided to re-jam in connection with an unplanned exposure.

Strange how outcrop unites old friends. It seemed that we had known each other for many years and trusted each other enough, but the last barrier passed brought us together finally. The girls did not hesitate to look at the members of the boys, they themselves gladly demonstrated intimate parts, caught interested men's gazes on themselves, responded with shy smiles. Running away or hiding nudity did not make sense. At some point we relaxed and just started having fun.

I was afraid for Olya, she still behaved inadequately. In the steam room of the village between Denis and Dima, she started a lengthy conversation:

- Vitya thinks I'm still young, - she pouted her lips, stroking her thighs. The palms went up over the slender tummy, lingered on the breasts.

I was sitting at this moment, heading into a corner, with a beech listened to all the half-drunk dregs that she would begin to carry about me.

“He generally watches me and tells everything later to his mother,” Olga did not let up. She stuck out her pupils on a coin, twisted her lips.

- What is there to tell? - with a grin asked Andrew.

- Yes, what's the difference - Olya dismissed. - Even if there is nothing, why watch? You're following me, admit it, - she turned to me.

At the request of my mother a couple of times I went for a walk along the street in search of the lost sheep. Sometimes I really hid in the stairwell to find out with whom she was walking and how far these festivities had gone.

- Olya, leave me alone, - I winced, covered my eyes with my hand.

- You see! - Olya looked at the guys triumphant eyes. - True eyes stab!

“You’re angry that you’ve gotten an examination at the institute,” I said bitterly, through my teeth.

And then she fell off the chain, all the anger accumulated over the years, poured on me a tub of fierce abuse:

- And you do a virgin-sissy! Six! Think you're the smartest? Yes, you do not want any girl to meet.

- Olya, calm down, - I smiled feignedly, meeting with dumbfounded looks of friends. They heard it for the first time. It was unpleasant and even embarrassing to endure their judgmental views. They believed her, not me! All presented a brother-six, who for years to monitor her sister and lays her adventures for three pieces of silver. However, I knew my sister's hysterical corrals well and understood perfectly well that they were caused by frustration due to failure in the exam. Oli's skittish character gave her the indulgence to find an object for kicking and start to tantrum it with all. Mutual offense, though hidden, matured in me.

Retaining the dignity of the spirit and the intransigence of views, I slowly stood up and left the steam room with my chin raised high. I was waiting for the font with warm water. Having rinsed in the shower, I plunged into fresh milk, surrendered to the complete relaxation of the members.

There was a splash, I opened my eyelids. Lena sank into the water, and with a roguish look was accompanied by the excitement of the water.

“You are not very friendly with your sister,” she said, taking the opposite corner from me.

- She has such a character, - I sighed with sadness.

“My relationship with my brother is not the best,” she cooed.

- Is he older or younger?

- Older. Same as you are for Oli, for two years. Mom says it would be more, we would not be so cursed.

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