- And how did you think? I stuck WHEN and WHERE I wanted, and EVERYTHING? Nooo! Power, it is also RESPONSIBILITY!

Father did not want responsibility. So he has no power to me. Considers himself the head of the family? And I think. But not more...

- And here YOU, my SIR, HOST! Not in terms of some kind of bedding comfort ... But the fact is that you are my SON, my LOVER, my REAL Husband! Which I missed all these years! That's it ... Respectively, and behave yourself, towards me, you MUST do this!

After finishing the cigarette and putting out a cigarette, my mother reached out and clicked on my nose.

- Let's go to sleep, FORCE! Only, I am against the wall ...

Already falling asleep, she mumbled: “I'll leave home for dinner tomorrow.“ Brother Bear ”freedom is full already.

And starving. It is necessary to fatten. A bride cannot please something ... ”

Tossing and turning for a long time lay in thought. About what mom said. Only here to give birth, as it did not want. And how should I treat my “concubine”? What actions? That is because she knows how to put into a dead end! Under these thoughts quietly fell asleep.

From early morning, I heard a jingle and some kind of movement in the kitchen. Pulling on sportswomen leaned on the sounds and smells. There it was boiling, spinning and roasting.

- Wow!

Turning, mother smiled. My shirt with rolled up sleeves over sport pants. Apron. Hair wrapped-pinned like something for a daily special! She was something like Nina. From the "Caucasian Captive"! The same charming.

- What does the gentleman want?

- Well, mom!

- Okay, okay, I will not! I'll make you a couple of days. And there too.

We sat and had breakfast. Covering, my mother then touched my lips to my cheek. She ran her hand through her hair. Then just hugging me behind the neck for a few moments pressed to my back. After eating, I lit a cigarette. She shook her head negatively, and stood up and put away her cigarettes. "I don’t want to. Fat up." We silently drank tea with short glances at each other.

- Ok, this is all the lyrics. Listen here "slave owner." Probably not for a long time. In the understanding, as I understand it. House affairs have accumulated work. Father will come. And you, that would not forget how you look will call in. At least eat.

And looking intently into my eyes, she uttered separately:

- Find yourself ANYONE! My second youth, this is SO ... You are a young man! I can not, at the first call, appear at you! I am in FIRST queue mother, wife, mistress. Shut up and listen!

Having rested mom continued. Her eyes darkened and seemed black! She took a deep breath several times. I understood how difficult these words are for her! He sat unmoved and forgot about the cigarette.

- I'm an adult woman! And I believe that you are neither a word nor a gesture to give me a reason. For jealousy, suffering! How, this is YOUR thing! That's what you and HOST! And now I - I want your tenderness! I want to remember her, this is a long time that we will spend separately ...

Father has returned. There was no end to the stories. Invited relatives listened to stories about the charms of abroad. There were few people. Brother with the bride Any. Aunt with her husband and Masha. Her stomach has become even more. But she looked cute and attractive. When I smoked in the kitchen, she went out with me.

- Like the smell of tobacco smoke. Tolik does not smoke, the folder is the same. And I hunt smoke smell. Why, I do not know.

She is not reminded of what happened. Only once stroked her hand when we chatted. I really doubted, was there? But Mashkin's glittering eyes said: WAS!

Once again, returning to the table, it turned out that the narrator was exhausted and went to bed. Began to gather and the rest.

- Yes! Sanya, are you free the other day?

- What do you need then?

Instead of the aunt, answered mom. It turns out it is necessary to close the summer season. Pull the pump out of the well. Close the shutters, something else.To help me will Tolik. Mashkin groom-suitor. She, too, will go. Aunt Katya's husband confirmed a categorical refusal. You supposed they needed a cottage, I built. The rest is not my business, in the garage of affairs fully and agreed with the men. Aunt only waved his hand. We agreed on tomorrow, on the afternoon. Shreds run away from work and go.

Cottage was a two-story house. Cozy and outwardly kind of small. And inside is unexpectedly spacious. Masha and Tolya left to go upstairs. There even a separate bathroom was present! While going and shopping were buying, delayed. Plus road. It was already evening, so they decided to have dinner. During the meal, I learned that Nicholas (her husband) is a big-hearted man. Any car can repair,

Here and disappears in the garage. A cottage built by those who repair these machines can not.

Generally to the country he has a persistent dislike.

After eating and drinking a little, the “young ones” went to their house. “You sleep in the country like a baby! Maybe even what they decided to do. ” It seemed to me that Masha looked at Tolya hopefully. And my aunt and I stayed at the table.

- Wait a minute, that I have! Cognac your folder brought from Italy. Now let's try!

She pulled a bottle out of her bag. I opened it "for taking a sample." The drink was palatable

and not crammed. As it seemed at first. After the first, lightness and even playfulness appeared. From the warmed stove blew warm comfort.

- I will go change my clothes, but then I sit in the road.

Aunt (although I tried not to call her that) left. And I opened the door of the stove lit up. The head was clear and

pleasantly rustled. Kate returned. Mentally, I already called her that.

She seemed to read my thoughts voiced them:

- San, you do not call me "aunt". Okay? For all, this one. And so ... What a aunt!

Dressing up, she didn’t look like "Aunt Katya." half a ruble".

Just below the mother, with a small breast that was lost in the folds of her robe, Katya was lean. Not

not skinny, not full. A robe hid her legs below the knees, but her feet looked delicate.

Pushing a table and turning off the overhead light, Katya turned on the floor lamp in a chair. Now we were illuminated by a reddish scattered light.

- You put another nearby. Sit down, we will continue to drink.

Putting a second chair opposite, I poured brandy. It was evident how the hops had already started their business. Reaching for a glass, she almost missed. The folds on the chest opened slightly. And she forgot to fix them. Or did not want to.

Getting up to smoke and returning back, I passed by her chair. And from above I saw a small strong chest. True, only one.

Time stretched slowly and lazily. Quietly mumbled TV. And we talked. She spoke mainly Kate. If mom was some sort of power, then the sister was different from her.

And the appearance and character. Not the exact opposite, but different.

- When will you marry? Or more nagulyalsya? Vaughn Mashka, though pregnant and it seems like not a husband’s wife. Tolya here and there. There is no feeling that he is the husband of Mashin ... Like Kolya mine.

- When I married him, I thought, Well, now we move mountains. One daughter, the second. Cottage, garage ...

And then, like that, everything died down. He was in the garage after work was lost. Men, pieces of iron. Do not drive home.

- Daughters also have their own lives. So it happened, like around their own, but there is no one. I love to drive here. You dig yourself slowly. Drink a shot and more. I think, I think: no one bothers.

Sitting in a chair, Kate stretched her legs and crossed her ankles. Slippery silk slightly slipped. I could see my legs ajar from my place. Approximately to the middle of the hips. Holding out a hand to pour, or leaning over, I tried to examine - What is higher there!

- Well, so would have someone. This is for women's health need? What is somewhere missing?

The conversation went on a slippery path. I then pursued my vague plans. Not really knowing what will come of it. Under ... Read more →