Easter has come. I went with my parents to the village to my grandmother. We usually always spend religious holidays there. All relatives come. Although my grandmother and hassle with us, but she is always glad to us. I don’t really like such feasts anymore in terms of having to eat a lot, which is not very good for the stomach and body shape.

I opened my eyes. I heard my mother trying to raise a father who wanted to go fishing. It was the second day of Easter. The day was sunny. But still did not want to get up. I stretched out in my bed and got ready to sleep again.

- Ilona! Daughter, get up. It's almost 11 am We will eat all together. - I heard the voice of my mother and opened her eyes again. - Stop sleeping. And then we are all waiting for you.

- Okay mom. I'll get up now. Give me another minute to lie down. - I mumbled in a sleepy voice and turned on my back.

- But not to long. I will lay the table with my grandmother.

- Good. I will try to quickly climb.

Mom went to the kitchen. I slowly stretched again. I didn’t want to get up, but I didn’t want to delay others and annoy them for the holiday. I have risen. Light coolness swept the body. Although it was even hot in the street at the grandmother's sun, this heat was not even felt in the house. I just flinched. A little straightened hair. Slowly went to the mirror in the closet. Lightly rubbed her eyes. I did not think that I was so sleepy. I was wearing a pink T-shirt and plain white polka-dot panties. And so I am slim, of medium height, with dark hair and breasts of the second size. I reluctantly threw a burgundy short robe. And she went refreshed.

I greeted my father. He sat and watched some kind of fishing program. Got me a look. And I went further. Mom and grandmother were busy in the kitchen. From there came the smells of various goodies. For once, I did not want to eat. Yesterday I ate as much as I did not eat in a hostel in two weeks. I tried to quickly put myself in order. Returned back to the room. Quickly took off all her clothes. Again she stood naked before the same mirror. Lightly spent on the body. She twirled a little and smiled to herself. Showed a couple of faces. She giggled to herself. This is me as small. Once played here with myself. And so wanted to be on that side of the mirror, as in a fairy tale.

- Ilona! To the table! - I heard the cry of my mother, even startled by surprise.

- getting dressed. I will be in a minute. - I shouted back and opened the closet.

- Lets go faster. And then dad ate nothing in the morning, everyone was waiting for you.

- Yes, I'm going already. I quickly.

I pulled out a blue set of linen, took a white T-shirt with a short sleeve and, as it were, features of a girl in a beach hat, light blue sweatpants, white socks. Wore, what fell arm. I did not want to keep my wait. She quickly combed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. Well, this slightly sporty style turned out. Painted time was gone. Once again looked at myself in the mirror. Playfully smiled to herself and went to the kitchen.

It seemed to me that only my father once sighed with relief. I wanted to giggle, but kept it. I sat down at my place by the window. Grandmother read a prayer. I did not want to eat at all. I ate yesterday that I passed on that day. We talked about a general topic about last year’s harvest and what else would have to be planted this year. I didn’t go into such conversations. Just looked out the window and admired the blooming cherry orchard. The trees were something like ice cream, I already wanted to lick it. Everything was so white and beautiful. I already wanted cherries. If only there were no frosts. A quiet knock at the door brought me out of my mind.

- Christ is risen! Can? - I heard the voice of Julia and turned in the direction of the door.

- Truly resurrected. - somehow we answered in turn.

- Enjoy all. - Julia looked into the kitchen and smiled sweetly. - And you eat here. Can Ilona be taken from you?

I was even glad.That I do not have to sit before evening with my own people and listen to their conversations about potatoes and carrots. I prepared to get up to run away with my girlfriend. I have known her since childhood. She lives in three houses from my grandmother. We are the same age and often played together. Julia is slender, we are almost the same height, I didn’t even notice the difference, except that it depended on the shoes. She has long blond hair, a charming smile, a chest of almost the third size, a plump ass, which is so tempting to caress. She was wearing a green sports suit with white stripes, sneakers with some flowers.

- Come sit with us for a meal. - Father invited her to the table and slipped a little closer to his mother. - Like your parents, and then for about a month it was somehow impossible to see them.

- Yes, all is well. So you come to visit them now at home. And I do not want to eat. Thanks for the invitation.

- Sit down, sit down. Celebration. We must sit at the table. Testicle beat with Ilona though. And then he also sits eating nothing.

I just grimaced and looked at my father. I already ate, and here still is. Julia did not want to, but sat between me and my grandmother. We chose a large onion painted onion egg. My grandmother taught me how to choose them correctly, but I’ve never been particularly eager to win. It was during her youth that it was a game and a competition, but now everything has moved to the Internet and various gadgets. I chose the first egg. Julia somehow felt a few pieces. Mom started asking her about her studies and other general questions. She answered calmly.

Here we are ready for our improvised battle. My father watched us like that, as if watching his favorite football, and now the judge has appointed a penalty and Julia will punch him. She struck and my egg cracked. I got a little nagged, more because I had to eat it I quickly turned it over in my hand. Julia struck now her egg broke. I smiled. Let him eat too, and not just me alone. Father somehow spread his hands. Julia frowned a little, she always wanted to win more. She was especially angry when her younger brother Sasha won. Here is the second hit. My egg has stood. Well, I would not have won as a net, but I did not lose either. Julia just sighed.

- Eat girls. Do not worry about the figures. - Dad calmed us and also began to choose his egg. - Who wants with me?

- Can I eat it later. - I tried to refuse to eat, and Julia began to peel the brown shell on her plate.

- Eat granddaughter. On the holiday can not be left. - My grandmother encouraged me.

I just frowned again and started hitting my egg. So exchanged general conversations about the weather and plans for the day. My father tried again to go fishing, but his mother and grandmother would not let him. I somehow ate the little pot. Though she went with difficulty. Julia handled faster and looked at me with a customized look. I chewed as best I could. Wiped hands and lips with a napkin.

- Well, we went. - cheerfully said Julia, rose and pulled my hand.

- Go well girls. - Dad lowered us.

- Look, just do not walk for a long time, otherwise we still have to go home today. Whatever we are looking for you all over the village, otherwise I have to go to work tomorrow and have reports to do. - somehow my mother strictly warned me a little and looked at us with a friend.

- Good mom. I will not be long. We walk and chat.

We went out into the corridor. I wore white sneakers. We went out into the yard. The weather was warm and sunny. After placing the sun blinded his eyes. Aroma of flowering garden. We went under the trees. I admired the white flowers of cherries, many bees flew. I looked at my girlfriend. She seemed so sexy in her costume. Manila to her like flowers bees. A pleasant wave of excitement passed through the body.

- How have you been lately? - so Julia asked me playfully and straightened her hair. - I missed. Have not seen you for a long time.

- I remembered you too. Yes, well, on the right to learn. Well, as without sex. - I just smiled playfully, blushed and looked like a peek at the house ...