Katya suddenly stayed alone in the steam room with her brother. Only Vitya, the eternal worker of the invisible front, herded her sister so that she would not fly where she did not follow.

“There are seven left in the steam room,” she grinned contemptuously.

- Why seven? - the brother was on the alert.

- Well, of course: me and my brother are "six", - she irritably scratched her leg.

“You're kidding,” he scowled. “How is your English exam, by the way?”

- Mom interested?

- No, I am.

- And what's the matter with you? She said in a stranded tongue. - What are you all running after me and reporting to mommy, huh? I wonder how I passed the exam?

“Yes, it’s interesting,” Vitya sat more evenly, staring at his sister in defiance.

- I piled up the exam! All satisfied? - her eyes flashed with anger. - I will go now to work in the communication salon.

His gaze softened.

- Katyusha, but you can also try to do something else.

- And I do not want somewhere! - she exploded, jumped from the bench, as if scalded, and rushed to the door.

- I'm tired of everybody! She spat out at last before slamming the door.

Victor hung his head on his chest. Irritatingly brushing the steamed skin on his legs with his nails, he thought about what kind of sister was a stubborn goat, spontaneous, businesslike, wayward, and hysterical.

When he returned to the rest room, there was already a card game in full swing.

It became hot, alcohol finally smoothed the roughness of communication, the guys turned back with towels. Now all five people, including Katya, played cards for a wish.

- Victor, come with us, - shouted Andrei, excited by the game. - Lena, give it to him too.

Vitya hit the bench, guessing from Lena's bare tits, which hung exotically over the table, what desires are meant. Played on desire or on the removal of towels - the choice of the loser. For the losing girl, the desire was made by another girl, for the guy, respectively, the first guy who left the game. Lena offered such conditions in the hope that a women's coalition is formed and she will not have to fulfill too tricky desires.

But something went wrong. In the first round, the loser, Max, was offered to lick his fingers on Lena's legs or to part with a towel. Lena did not object, so everyone watched with interest as Lena, having rinsed her foot in the basin she had brought, placed her on the table top. Under the man’s laughter and Lenino giggling, Andrei even took out a fotik and began to shoot a video, Max Mushch stuffed Lenin’s fingers one by one into his mouth, licked and sucked them, looking at the tits swaying in front of him, they suddenly bled in the nipples.

The guys 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 emotions than simple exposure.

Turn came to Katya. She played in tatters, left with half a deck in her hands.

- What can I guess? - Lena smiled mysteriously. She already felt the piquancy 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 and give a kiss to your ass if Dennis wants, of course.

Dyon cleared his throat, grunting his fist with giggles. Max and Andrew immediately fell on the bench from such a fantasy. Vitya was staring at Katya in all eyes.

“Doesn't she have to fulfill this desire?” He thought tensely.

Katya acted as always in spite of expectations. Her insidious naughty glance thrown at him, slyly, reproached him with inaction.

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

- Katyusha, you don’t have to do it. We're joking. Really guys? - Vitya prompted in a bewildered voice, smiling really like a fool.

“Yes, yes, really,” said Andrew. - You can skip the turn.

Max and Denis nodded.

Apparently, this assumption, imposed by the brother, caused a new wave of disagreement in it.

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.

She slowly pulled off her towel, left in a black bust and panties. No one could imagine that she so steamed.

Everyone stared at her, eyebrows soared in surprise. Even Vitya was speechless, his eyes embarrassed on the table, waiting for a denouement.

"Sit down!" - He called mentally to Katya. “Don't make a show!”

But it was not there. The drunk beauty suddenly climbed onto the table with her knees and, sending her plump round ass right in the face of the hero of the day, turned in a slow waltz. The boys giggled, nodding approvingly. Dyon sat alone in a corner of the table, so the whole show was meant only 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 Katya.

“What found her?” Vitya frowned.

She suddenly pulled off her panties with priests on the hips, leaving the boys to yawn in amazement. They did not see what was going on there, but everything that Katya had and had between her legs rested against Dyona right in the face. Half a meter left, no more. He whinnied quiet whimpers, the boys echoed with a gentle giggle. Katya was spinning her ass, slapping herself on the koloboks running apart, smiling like an abnormal one. She was drunk, went into a rage, the general inflammation of interest aroused her in earnest. Vitya only now realized that she liked public nudity, she wanted to make fun of him, expose him to a fool, a naive brother of a depraved little sister. All of his care, with which he followed her in the cinema and bar, watched so that she would not be left alone, as he immediately appeared between her and the overblown Mushroom, which, judging by everything, was ready to lick not only Lena’s toes , it all broke overnight, it was enough just to get on the table, take off her pants and wrap her ass in front of Dony. She gave Vitya a boorish, lecherous gaze, full of contempt and hatred. He, realizing that this whole show was partly caused by dislike for him, tried to bring his sister to order:

“Okay, Kate,” he reassured himself and the guys. - Enough. Get off the table.

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

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

They all began to neigh again, imagining where Katya’s glands are.

Kate dropped to her knees, sticking out her ass for a kiss. They 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. Kate pulled her panties and descended from the table. Her eyes glittered excitedly.

They continued to play until everyone was left without towels. Kate, flushed with her first experience, was no longer shy and, although she did not lose for a long time when the moment came, she herself chose to take off her bust and panties at the same time. She just got tired of feeling like a black sheep.

The guys met Katino exposing with a burst of applause. She blushed, smiled, showing off her smoothly shaved pubis. Fascinating ripples of boobs with steamed large nipples on brown areoes for a short moment overshadowed other events of the evening.

Vitya shyly averted his eyes from Katy's boobs and priests, playing in front of the guys in magnificent spheres.

The guys walked behind Katya into the steam room, where they decided to jam again in connection with an unplanned exposure.

Strange how outcrop unites old friends, Vitya thought. It seemed that they had known each other for many years and had trusted each other enough, but the last barrier they had completed brought them together finally. Lena and Katya did not hesitate to look at the members of the guys themselves with ... Read more →