took a towel in hand.
- And at the same time that you can not: catch and engage? He asked, smiling. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, legs spread wide. His shorts were bulging, the muscles on his hairy chest tensed with all the veins and contours.
- Well, it is very difficult. Even you probably won't succeed, - Veronica looked at him kindly from above. Her eyes now and then fell on the shorts, she licked her lips.
- How do you know? - Michael's eyes clouded.
- I saw you catch. You can't put a worm on your hook without your hands, - Veronica did not joke and flirt. She languidly covered heavy eyelids.
- Why do I need hands? - Michael was like Apollo, hungry for intercourse with the goddess of youth. Andrew, anticipating the intimate development of the conversation, felt himself to be in the kitchen.
Fortunately, girlish voices were heard, and soon rosy sly faces loomed on the threshold of the kitchen. Seeing the girls, Michael changed his position. He looked tired and contented again.
“So girls,” he cooed. - Sit back, now we will clean the fish.
Katya, the first to step on the bucket, pouted her lips:
“Oh, I'm afraid,” she murmured.
- She's dead, - Veronica scooped up a fish, swimming belly up.
- So what. Blood is still there, - Kate retreated to the sink.
Michael put down the towel.
“Then, Katyukha, warm up the stove,” he said with comic regret. - Fry, I hope, are not you afraid? - he winked.
“Nah,” Katya smiled, putting on her apron.
Nastya, who had been standing at the door all this time, smiled, looking at how Kate clumsily fumbles with the stove, sniffs the frying pan.
- That's right, Katyukha, drink it to her! She said, grinning.
Everybody laughed. I remembered a bad joke about a fish-hairdresser. Misha Korchagin zakhekal, rubbing his palms. Andrei Solntsev hung contented soup. He was staring at the feminine figure of his daughter, wondering how she fucked so much that she almost flew by recklessness.
A young bitch, he thought. “Lying and not blushing.”
His thoughts moved to his wife, who went to another partly because of the stormy temperament.
“There was not enough pleasure in her life. Bitch! I got it! ”He gritted his teeth.
“Katya can fry,” he grumbled suddenly, feeling for the analogy with his wife.
17
After lunch, having rested a little, Korchagin offered the girls a ride into the city.
- It is necessary to stock up, - he hinted at the exhausted stocks of alcohol.
Andrei was not eager to bathe in a dusty car and remained guarding the house. Sowing to peel potatoes, he felt a pleasant relaxation, similar to nirvana. The very process of picking with a knife in wormy root vegetables set him up for a lyrical mood. How much you can change your mind, cutting off the usual peel.
The kitchen door creaked, Andrei's jaw dropped in surprise. Nastya Korchagina was a shy little cat standing in the doorway, her eyes lowered, shifting from one foot to the other.
- Nastya? - he was confused. - Why didn't you go with everyone?
“Someone has to stay to clean the potatoes,” she bit down on her lower lip.
- So I would have done it myself.
- You already can not help? - she raised her eyes.
- Of course it is possible. Sit down Now I will wash more and begin to clean.
He took out a new saucepan, poured some potatoes into it, washed it thoroughly. He could not even imagine that Nastya would want to stay. Now he did not even doubt that they would have a serious intimate conversation.
They sat opposite each other, began to cut off the skin. Nastya led the strip slowly, removing a thin layer. Andrei chopped nervously, sliced, leaving flat planes.
“You know, I wanted to apologize to you for yesterday,” he said in a low voice, when the oppressive silence acted depressingly.
- For what exactly? - Nastya cut eyes with sluggish indifference.
- Well, there in the bushes.
- And what's in the bushes? - she didn't even raise her head.
- I thought maybe you're angry with me.
- For what? - she gave him a short glance.
“No, you're still angry,” he grinned wryly.
“Explain, first, why I should be angry with you,” her voice rose to the octave floor, revealing a grudge.
Andrei sighed heavily, frowned. He hoped to be forgiven, instead of driving himself to an even greater dead end. A painful pause hovered between them again.
- Well, why are you so? - he said tenderly at last. - We are adults. Could already make up humanity. I don't blame you for anything.
- And what, I should feel guilty? - she again gave him a short glance, this time full of contempt. Andrew internally shrank.
- Of course not. But I could apologize at least, - he scratched the stubble on his cheek with the handle of a knife.
- For what? - Nastya stopped. Immediately cut a large piece.
“Well, for spying on me,” he looked at her from under his forehead.
She threw an uncleaned potato into the pan.
- And what makes you think that I spied? - raised on his clear eyes.
Andrei was afraid to look at her straight.
- Well, well, I also thought badly about you. Forgive me, please, - he muttered, squeezing a smile from himself. It came out lousy.
She hung on her thoughts, then picked up the potato and said in a hurt voice in a low voice:
- Never think bad of me.
“I put it wrong,” Andrew hurried. - I am generally a simple person and therefore a bit rude.
- It can be seen - again the same notes of resentment in her voice.
- You know, if I were younger, well, or you would be older, and if we were not in kinship with you ...
He stopped, the air filling his lungs. He did not know how to finish the phrase. Too bright fantasy was in my head.
- So what? - pushed Nastya.
Andrei chewed his lips. Finally, smiling, like a guilty young man, he chuckled and said, not in his theatrical voice:
- I would have fallen in love with you. Honestly, you remind me of something in your youth. The same touchy and vulnerable, like a flower. So let's live together, and we will not quarrel again. I treat you very well.
He sighed with relief, squeezing the words out of himself. Now he looked at her openly, radiating formal benevolence.
- So, it means that it prevents you from falling in love, - Nastya smiled slyly, continuing to peel the potatoes. - Age and family ties?
- I just want to say that I respect you and I like you as a person, and I will never think anything bad about you.
Nastya smiled.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “This is very nice,” she licked her lips.
“Forget what happened?” - he returned to the potatoes.
- What happened? - she frowned again.
“Well, here you are again for your own,” his hands involuntarily sank into the pan.
They continued to clean in silence, each thinking of his own. Andrei regretted that he started this stupid conversation. Perhaps Nastya did not want to remember, but he insisted.
"You asked for it. Fool! ”He reproached himself.
- Yes, I masturbated in the bushes. And now what? I already can not masturbate? - said Nastya, without raising her eyes. Her voice broke with a grunt, and her fingers slightly trembled.
- Of course it is possible. Well, I’m talking about it, - Andrei perked up. My heart beat faster, blood rushed to my face.
- And I also watched you and masturbated at the same time. I'm bad, right? - she looked at him with sad eyes.
- No, why. This is normal for your age, - he tried to hide the growing confusion of a stupid smile.
- Again you are with your age! And for your age, then what is normal? - she frowned. He saw it out of the corner of his eye.
“How beautiful she is,” he thought, mentally biting his elbows. “And I am a mutt!”
- You say that you would fall in love with me if it were not for age.But I may have already fallen in love with you and do not think about age and kinship, and I am not ashamed to tell you about it, ”her voice trembled, getting louder and brighter with every word, as if she were hammering nails. - And you're just a coward! So you will think about ... Read more →