boys not only drunk the brain, but my heart, and the secret hole of my femininity. Thoughts arising in the head resembled a tangle of threads tangled by a kitten, and irresistible desires were intoxicated by their carelessness, frivolity and inhibition.

- Jose? - I asked thoughtfully. “Do you know what is behind this door?” I heard some noise!

- Is it? “We stopped, and Jose listened, turning from an ancient oak door with a low canopy.”

Taking advantage of this moment, I raised myself on tiptoe and, smacking the young man on the cheek, ran off from him with a noisy laugh.

- Catch up! - I shouted, hiding in the doorway of the inconspicuous side door and lifting heavy skirts, seated along the frequent steps of the spiral staircase. This part of the corridor was familiar to me. I heard my cousin's noisy breathing behind my back, and it spurred me, but it also stirred. My lips still kept feeling his prickly (he already shaves!) Cheeks and delicate skin under the hairs. Thoughts of what his pink tender lips tasted persistently climbed into my head, and I resisted these thoughts as I could, otherwise I would ...

The staircase quickly ended, and I found myself in a small turret with narrow window-loopholes, through which daylight penetrated, making blurred white spots on opposite walls. The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, and in the middle of the room was a box turned upside down. We ran here as children to secretly play silly cards. A stream of cold wind burst through narrow windows and ruffled my disheveled hair and clothing fabric, penetrating under the low hem, chilling bare skin of my thighs, but unsuccessfully trying to condemn my careless fervor.

I hid at the doorway and waited for Jose to quickly appear in the tower. Here he ran inside, taking two steps and hesitated, looking around for me.

I quickly walked over and, standing on tiptoe again, covered my eyes with his palms. I wanted to turn all this into a game, into a funny joke, but as soon as my palms touched his rousing, sweaty face, the fingertips felt the roughness of his eyebrows, as soon as my chest touched and pressed his powerful muscular back, I immediately forgot everything. My knees trembled treacherously, and instead of the sonorous, humorous tone, I barely audible, uncertain voice whispered:

- Guess who?

He turned slowly, and I slowly lowered my hands. I quickly, like the first snow, melted under the black oily agate of his eyes. I am a woman, accustomed to immediately take everything that I want, and otshivat unnecessary gentlemen like a litter, just one stroke of eyelashes. And before him I was lost, drowned in the warm, moist mist of his gaze, I was paralyzed, my heart drummed so furiously, like a living person who was locked in a barrel and thrown into the sea, his hands were so wet with excitement that I wanted to wipe them About the long hem dress. And it was only his view. And if he wants to ... if he pleases ... if he just touches me with his fingertips ... And if ...

I was afraid to admit this to myself, but at the same time I wanted to go on this experiment and, with bated breath, I waited, but what will happen ... will be next. And the most shameful thing that I had to admit to myself was, at that moment, I felt how the underbelly filled with desire, how my female bud swells, how it burns with flame, how its delicate petals are covered with moisture.

And I just closed my eyes and feeling the bliss of flying fell into the abyss.

And I do not know how long this fall took, but my José’s strong hands grabbed me behind my back and pressed to me, and then, then there were his lips on mine and ...

... about the future, I can not talk, because those feelings, those feelings can not be described in any language, as the world of the existing, and the past civilization.

My hands slid over his back, over a large knit knotted sweater, feeling the power and heat of his body beneath him.And I wanted to remove these clothes from him, those obstacles that do not allow me to enjoy the perfection and unexploredness of his flawless body.

Thoughts in my head flashed and immediately faded away, like night fireflies, like embers fired off by a fire, as if stars were falling from the sky.

I wanted him ... I felt that he wanted me ... I was scared of this ... And I could not resist it ... The temptation was so strong ... And his lips ... And his hands ... And its proximity ... And I fell into the abyss ... Some river irresistibly carried me away ... Far, far away ... And I ...

... and I finally startled! For the embrace is weakened, and the kiss that pulls me out of my soul has stopped. And the icy fear showered me from the head, rushing to my heels, but the fear was not even from the awareness of the deed, no. I was scared that he would leave, leave me, push me away, curse me for what happened, hate me, and I would be ready to crawl behind him, begging me to stay, come back ...

He just looked at me with a worried look. The powerful chest rose and fell from quick breathing. My lips were swollen from a kiss and were wet (I even wanted to stretch my hand and wipe this moisture from young, not yet kissed - now I know for sure - lips, even my palm twitched for this, but I stopped it in time).

- Cousin? Is that what we do right? After all this ...

- ... sin? Do you want to say this?

He just blinked back.

- Undoubtedly, this is partly a sin. But people inherent sin. Everyone chooses for himself how serious a sin he is ready to shoulder and carry this burden until the end of days. - My voice treacherously trembled, despite all my efforts to speak calmly.

- Understand! - he smiled. “I ...,” he thought, glanced to the side, and funny scratched his head, running his long fingers into the black hair. - I am not afraid of this sin. I just do not want your reputation to somehow suffer from this. And how terrible is this sin? After all, we are with you, not strangers, we ...

- Cousins? We are cousins ​​and sister. We are relatives, but different blood flows in our veins. We are only relatives by name. Is this sin terrible? I think not worse than when soldiers kill each other and civilians, protecting the interests and treasury of greedy kings. But if we were of the same blood, I would never allow myself the same thing that was a moment ago. For me, this would be a truly irreparable sin.

It seems that only now it has begun to come to me, what I have done, and to the brink of what abyss I have led myself and the poor youth. I scolded myself for licentiousness and hurried to rectify the situation.

“But a nice cousin.” I think you are undoubtedly right. I allowed myself the liberty and I want to ask your forgiveness. Probably, this was the effect of the hissing junk of the old Lucretia. I'm afraid I need to hurry to my chambers and get ready for a family dinner. We go, until our disappearance was not too obvious, and our servants were not sent to the servants.

For some time he looked at me thoughtfully, and then said:

“If you will allow me to say just a few words, my dear Ann, I will accompany you to your chambers as soon as possible.” That is ... I wanted to say that I will accompany you anyway. Ah ... I just wanted to ... Let me tell you, dear cousin?

I looked at him with interest, raising an eyebrow (my secret reception, which discouraged gentlemen who wanted to say something to me - they were beginning to get confused, and the solemnity of their speech, and the weight of their words immediately disappeared. It seemed on Jose he did not reproduce the proper influence and the young man continued):

“You don't have to blame yourself, dear Annette, it's all tired from the road, the intoxicating drink of the maidservant and the walls of your home, you're just tired, and I ... I took advantage of this, yielding to the hitherto unknown temptation. Therefore, I want this sin to be completely and completely upon me.

Oh, sly boy, he blocked me from the porridge, which I myself also made, but how gallantly and tactfully he did it.As a true gentleman (I think I’ve just brought this comparison, as I’m not quite sure about the true meaning of the word that came to us from the books of a Gone Civilization). I was flattered by both his deed and his words. And it seems (God, let it only seems to me), I again began to boil from the inside with intoxicating waste, like a teapot forgotten on the stove. His look, he so skillfully penetrated into the soul, and so skillfully played on her strings unexplored melodies that I just could not tear myself away from him, I melted before him like a candle, and trembled like the last autumn leaf on a stubborn century-old birch a gust of east wind. And then he continued:

- And do not take it for tactlessness, but let me ask, even if I pass for shameless in your eyes, but ... what happened ... yes, let it be a sin, but still ... tell me What else can I do to feel this sin on my lips again? I can warm even a ray of hope for this? I don't need anything more, just the hope that it can happen again.

Could I refuse him? When I was just a doll, all the threads of which were in HIS hands. Yes, I myself was ready to commit all the unthinkable sins, to once again find myself in his arms. And I, of course, found myself in them! After a little more than five minutes, after this conversation! ..