- Andrew, I hope that you will not be against increasing the female team in our apartment - patting my hair, said my mother.

- In terms of? I asked, puzzled.

- If in the grandmother's room Irishka will live. Do you remember her? The mother asked.

- What else is Irishka? - not quite happy tone, I asked.

- Well, remember, we went a few years ago to my old friend, in Ensk. Do you remember? She had a daughter, Irina, she is one year younger than you. You were constantly quarreling with her then, and then she began to transmit greetings to you - the mother laughed - and now Irishka has changed a lot, matured. School finished, enrolled in the institute, in which you study. By my recommendation, by the way -

- And what, no options? - I asked without enthusiasm.

- Not. We have already decided everything with Masha. Our room is free, you can help Ira with studies, you can meet your friends, and the girl will be supervised. My and yours. Although, according to Masha, Irishka doesn’t really like all kinds of parties, as you say - her mother smiled.

I sighed, not understanding how to react. Of course, I remembered this Irku, and this fucking trip to Ensk, five years ago. No wonder I did not want to go, albeit for a week. July, summer, and then go to some asshole. But the mother said that she was not discussing, this is her old friend, with whom she had not seen for a long time, she only talks on the phone and she will go and go with me, since she will not leave me alone, and my grandmother is gone. - And on your dad, I will not leave you. Let there with another pullet understands. No good, he will not teach you -

We spent the whole day on the train, then another hour by car. Well, at least they met and did not have to go by public transport.

But Ensk we then passed by, Aunt Masha's husband, my mother's friend, just drove us around the city, taking a tour, and we went to their country house. Mom and Aunt Masha were hugging all the way and chatting incessantly. I was driving in the front seat, old Lada, the fourth model, next to Uncle Andrey, my namesake. And this namesake, constantly asking me about something and not listening, laughing, knocking me on the shoulder and saying - Nothing namesake, break through. What our years - and then again, something asked. In general, the beginning was crap. And then, when they arrived, the sludge continued.

Cottage, this was the name of the summer house, with two walk-through rooms and a small hallway. All amenities were in the yard. Smelly, wooden toilet and shower, with a black barrel at the top, where the water was supplied from a well, an electric pump. Well at least, that it was not necessary to carry water to the buckets there. Wash and wash your hands, from an ordinary washbasin with a pip bottom, nailed to the side of the house. That there should have been poured from a bucket when the water in it ended. And it was necessary to take this water from the well. On the site, there was still a barn where all kinds of accessories were kept, in the form of shovels and rakes, and trash. Of the sights, was a dug pond, ten minutes walk from the site. And the site was the most extreme, in this garden partnership. Romance, damn it. In a coffin, I saw such a rest.

And there was also that Irka, the daughter of Aunt Masha and Uncle Andrey. The blond star with freckles. Board, two nipples. Uncle Andrei, when we came to his dacha, and sat down at the table, took a dose of alcohol and, laughing, suggested that my mother Irina and I should get married when we grow up. Yeah, well.

Towards evening, Irka and I were sent to this pond. I put on swimming trunks, Irka went in a bathing suit. Although there was nothing to cover.

When we began to swim, I told her about it and said - why are you hiding something there? Figures? - I laughed, pointing to her bust, which was crumpled, due to the lack of under it what should have been hidden.

- They will grow up again - Irka answered with a spite - I don’t like it, don’t look - and began to splash me with water. I took it and dipped it into the water, with my head, and held it there a little.

Irka then surprised me a little.She did not whimper after having emerged from the water, and did not say that she would complain to her mother, but calmly wiped her face, shook her pigtail and rushed at me, intending to do to me as I did to her. But the strength of this goner was clearly not enough. And she was again under water, with my help, of course. That's where it all started. She began to pinch, and then grabbed me for a causal place, when she emerged - You will do that, I will crush this place to you - with anger, Irka said, slightly clenching her fist. I with all the dope hit her on the cheek, she almost turned her head. And Irka, not expecting this, fell into the water. And he went to the shore, got out of the pond and went back to the country. Irka, too, followed me, a little distance away, and at the gate caught up with me, pinched painfully, laughed and ran into the gate opened by me. And then she did not complain to anyone about what happened at the pond.

For five days, my mother and I were visiting them, and all these five days, Irka and I pretended to communicate with parents, and when the relatives did not see, Irka started to pinch, and I weighed her cuffs or wrung her hand. And on the pond, I first pulled off her swimsuit bra, which Irka almost did not respond to, just showed me the tongue. And then, on the shore, I quietly sneaked up behind me and pulled my swimming trunks off to my thighs.

- What, did not see what? - she turned to me - well on, look - calmly said Irka and still lifted up her bra.

- Shalava - I laughed.

“You yourself are a slut,” she grinned, pulling on the bottoms and putting the bodice in place.

“You show it to everyone like that, probably,” I began to tease her.

- I want and show you what? - she smiled - take the envy? -

- And what is there to envy. Board, two nipples - I laughed.

- Oh, oh, look at yourself. I took you by the balls, I thought there was something there, and there was a barrel. I have more boobs - Irka laughed wickedly.

It made me so angry, I walked over and pushed her. She fell on the ass, but sitting still continued to tease - What, you react to the truth. Hluzda came to the truth! - Irka sarcastically said - well, show what is there or are you a coward? -

And I pulled my pisyun, holding my swimming trunks with my hand, and holding my pussy with my second hand, and started pissing on Irka. On the head, on the face, on the chest and on the face again. She opened her mouth in surprise, and I pussy and in my mouth too. Irka spat, closed her mouth, but did not turn away. I just sat with my eyes closed, leaning back a little, my hands resting on the ground.

Having finished, I tucked a member into swimming trunks and went towards the cottage. Having a little, looked back. Irka was already leaving the pond, having bathed in it. Almost at the dacha, she caught up with me. I thought that Irka is now in a hurry, fighting will climb and pinch. And she just silently went next to me.

In the evening, there was a farewell dinner, as in the morning we had to leave. My relatives drank alcohol, I’ve sweetened soda and juice with Irka. Irka created a look that communicates with everyone and she is having fun. But when none of the adults paid any attention to her, she looked at me with a thoughtful, appraising glance. And I smirked, looking at her mockingly.

- Well, bye, come, if that! - Irka said goodbye to me in the morning, at the train. She, too, went to accompany us. And imperceptibly for everyone pinched me - on the path to you - she laughed, moving a little away from me. From her cuff, I kept the presence of parents.

A year later, Aunt Masha came to visit us for three days, then the mother began to go to Aunt Masha, for a few days, by herself, without me. A couple of times a year. And I stayed at home alone. It was a great time when a mother handed over. My friends and I arranged parties for me. Already gone chicks, fucking with a dance, vodka, wine and beer. But by the arrival of the mother, everything was in openwork. And my mother always sent me greetings from Irka when she went there or called up with a friend, and I waved away. Then she stopped transmitting. I finished school, went to college, finished the first course and wanted for a couple of weeks, with my girlfriend, with whom I already knew half a year, to go to Lake Chebarkul, to the Chelyabinsk region. Tickets ...