The midday sun warmed the garden to a tropical bath. The fumes of richly irrigated land hung in the air, clinging to the skin with sticky sweat and dirt. Katya and Nastya, hiding under the canopy of trees, took turns riding on the swings, skillfully built on the eve of Uncle Misha.
“Oh, look who's coming,” Katya threw up her head cheerfully.
Veronica, barely moving her legs, swaying from side to side, like a zombie, obviously playing along, walked along the path between the bushes.
- Well, what are you doing, riding without me? She asked in a stranded tongue. - And in the morning I caught fish with Uncle Misha.
- We saw. Have you caught a lot? - asked Nastya, grinning.
- One fish, but what! - Veronica arched curb.
Katya smiled wider.
“I didn’t see anything like that in a bucket,” she said.
- I was not looking there, - Veronica also exposed her teeth.
- What else is there? - Kate surprised eyes round.
- Yes, there is one place, warm, - Veronica arched the curb again.
Katya and Nastya burst out laughing. Veronica, pleased that the joke was a success, stood akimbo in front of them, playing with her knee.
“Did you have sex with him?” - asked Katya, looking incredulously from below. She was sitting on a plank and stopped involuntarily, preparing to release her legs.
“Well, I say: I caught such a catfish on a fishing trip,” Veronika spread her hands thirty centimeters.
- In the boat? - Katya, with a smile on her lips, feeling a dirty trick, brought together brows.
- Where else? - said Veronica.
She was playing the fool, it was visible to the naked eye. Nastya was the first to catch a fraud.
“What did you catch?” She asked with a laugh.
- On live bait, what else?
The girls burst out laughing. Katya doubled over, diving her face between her knees.
- On live bait? She asked, choking with laughter. - Oh, girls, I seem to be describing now. And how is your live bait, not burst?
Veronica took offended look. Her lips were skeptically twisted.
- You, Katya, have never fished, and you laugh like a fool. Look, so that your livelihood does not burst with laughter.
“Girls, don't quarrel,” Nastya took a step forward, standing between Veronika and Katya.
- You're lying all! - cheerfully exclaimed Solntseva. Her eyes burned excitedly. - You had no fishing. You would not stand on your feet now if such a fish got into you.
Nastya turned to Veronica and met her eyes:
- Indeed, where is the evidence? She asked.
- Want proof? - voice of Veronica rang familiar cockiness.
- We want, - Katya smiled coyly.
Nastya nodded.
“We want,” she pouted.
“There will be evidence for you,” Veronika stamped her foot, twisted her evil face, and, turning, went to the house. She was still barely able to stand, which undoubtedly confirmed her status as a second-year student fucked by her uncle Misha. And yet Katya refused to believe.
- Do you believe her? - She asked when Veronica disappeared behind the bushes.
- Who knows her. Maybe she's lying. She generally lies to the expert, - Nastya frowned thoughtfully.
“She’s so skinny,” Katya reasoned. - And not afraid at all.
Nastya grinned:
- And what are you, afraid of my father?
Kate arched curb.
- Are you not? She asked, casting a glance from below.
- I am another matter - Nastya twisted sponge. - I'm not going to sleep with him.
Katya chuckled.
“I'm going to type,” she said.
“Well, at least you can imagine it,” Nastya cast a tender glance at her sister.
- No, no! - Solntseva startled a bewildered smile. - Here's something that I don’t want to imagine!
They laughed. Not as loud as with Veronica, and not as confident as usual.
- And how would you like to lose your virginity? - Nastya asked, smiling mysteriously.
- What does "how" mean? - Katya hatched on her sister.
- Well, with whom, for example. Or where, - Korchagina responded to the cat.
- I do not even know. I haven’t thought about it yet, - Katya moved the edge.
Nastya was silent, and then said in a completely sad voice:
- Better, probably, with an experienced partner than the way I do.
Katya looked up with regret:
- Tell me?
“At another time,” Korchagina seemed to shrug off, her gaze was directed away.
- Come, maybe to the house. There, it seems the fish is being cleaned, ”suggested Katya.
Having embraced each other by the shoulders and waist, they walked towards the house. Their hips knocked, creating a new reason for laughter.
“If you want to learn how to fish, then it’s better to take an experienced fisherman with you,” said Nastya.
- Like your father? - Kate threw a playful look at her sister.
“Well, or yours,” she replied with a sly little smile.
Together, they felt that Nastya’s secret of falling in love with Uncle Andrei united them.
“Now if Nastya would meet with my dad! - Kate Solntseva happily in her thoughts. “Then I would become her daughter, and she is my mom!”
16
The kitchen was located on the first floor. Having laid out the tackle and boots to dry, Mikhail slowly took up the preparation of dinner. He was devastated, a pleasant weight in the eggs let go, the accumulated juices remained in Veronica, at least in sensation. In addition, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of being in love and an unusual animal lust. He wanted to repeat the experience with a touch of sharpness and new permissiveness. Sexual fantasies flooded the river. Andrei Solntsev found him in such a dreamy position, descending to the kitchen from the second floor.
“Oh, they caught some fish,” he remarked, peering into the bucket from above.
- And then, - said Michael. A contented smile played on his slightly burnt face.
- How is Veronica, did not fall asleep in the boat? - Andrei yawned, smiling cheerfully.
- I pee an hour.
- BUT.
Michael slyly squinted:
- Sucked in the sense - he said.
Andrew looked at Korchagin in surprise:
- Even so? He said, frowning in disbelief.
Mikhail continued to grin.
- And then. Fire girl. And her pussy is not yet broken. That's what it means not giving birth.
Andrei shook his head.
- What will you do now? - he asked.
- Wait and see. And how are you, do not want to try? - Misha and the sly looked at Solntsev.
“You think she will?” - he returned a puzzled look.
- Here it is, by the way, goes. Ask her, - Korchagin grinned pointed at the approaching miracle in shorts and T-shirt.
Veronica flew into the kitchen like a hurricane, danced around the men, and immediately collapsed into a chair, stretching her legs to the kitchen.
“Uncle Andrei, good morning,” she sang.
“Good,” said the Suns. - How do you feel?
- Why? - the girl rolled out the little eyes.
“You look tired,” Solntsev accompanied the words with a kind fatherly smile.
- Tired because. Do you like a good sleep?
I - great, - Andrew leaned his booty on the kitchen cabinet, crossed his arms and legs.
- Dreams you did not dream? - Veronica shot him a playful look from below.
“I rarely dream,” he looked at her thoughtfully, imagining how she surrenders in the boat.
- And I always, - Veronica raised curb.
- And what do you dream? - he smiled at the corner of his lips.
“Today, for example, I dreamed that I was with two men in a boat,” Veronika turned on the familiar tomfoolery in her voice, a roguish smile playing on her face.
- And one is not enough? - Andrew with all his views expressed indifference, although he was not against playing.
- What are you talking about now? - Veronica frowned, throwing off the mask, pretending to be offended.
- About fishing, of course, - Andrei caught himself, became serious.
- First of all! - Veronica made a funny face, raised her index finger upwards. - I'm talking about sex. I generally only have erotic dreams. So here. I dreamed that I was making love with two men in a boat. And then one of the fish began to peck, and he threw everything. And the second also grabbed the bait.And left me.
Mikhail, who had been following all this time for the conversation from the outside, ended up with preparations ... Read more →