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This new wife and I planned to meet together. In close family, so to speak. This time I didn’t go anywhere, no one called me to visit, and somehow I wasn’t in the mood for gatherings. So we decided to just stay at home with Sveta.

But suddenly, two days before the holiday, I was called by Ira - her sister. I honestly do not even remember when and on what occasion I exchanged phone numbers with her, so I was surprised at her call. With a cheerful voice, she congratulated me on the upcoming and invited Sveta and I to celebrate the New Year with her husband.

In the evening I shared this news with my wife. She, of course, was already in the know, but did not insist on anything. Only, depicting a passive consent, gave me the right to make a final decision. And since, for the time being, I absolutely do not want to sign up as old homebody for some reason, I said that we should accept the offer of Ira and Igor with gratitude.

Towards evening, on the eve of the celebration, we began to gather. I showered, perfumed, put on strictly ironed new trousers and a beautiful shirt, in which I recently went to corporate. To my surprise, Sveta dressed up in worn jeans and her favorite sweater. I was somewhat surprised at her choice, but did not say anything to that.

Anyway, at about five in the evening everything was ready. We put all the ingredients due to us for “Olivier” and “Herring under a fur coat” - essential attributes of a festive feast - into bags and went to visit. Incidentally, I have never been to these guys before that day.

December 31 was a day off for me, but Igor was a worker. Therefore, when we declared, we were met by one Ira. She said that her husband was still on the way, but she was about to be home. The girls immediately dressed in aprons and began to bother in the kitchen, crumbling and mixing the ingredients of the salads, laying out the snacks on the plates, rattling the dishes and continually laughing about something.

I offered them my help, but for me there was no work. I was told to go to the living room, where the celebration would take place, and wait there for Igor. In the middle of the room stood a large, but squat round table with a table top made of thick clear glass. I noted to myself the originality of such a decision, because glass is a durable and unpretentious material that can be used without any tablecloths. At the same time, looking at him, one can see not only the served dishes, but also the parquet, and even the legs of all who sit nearby.

Around the table at equal distances from one another were four rather unusual pouf chairs. They were very soft, low and very comfortable looking. I flopped into one of them and immediately fell almost to the level of the floor. But given the height of the table, it was comfortable. And if I leaned back, the situation turned out to be generally half-lying, my knees were raised. I then thought, it’s good that my Light is in jeans, otherwise it would be embarrassing to sit in a skirt in such a pose.

All this little strange-futuristic furniture, however, was quite convenient for long intimate home gatherings. Looking at the interior and flipping through the console through the channels on the TV set, I passed a little more than half an hour. Then he decided to go through the elevator hall to the stairs for a smoke. While smoking, Igor called me. He spoke in a confused manner, his breath was clearly audible in his voice.

- Wan, hello! ... And you already ... with us? ..

- Hello! Well yes! Waiting for you. Are you coming soon

- Yes, I am already here, in the courtyard ... Damn ... I found a little place to park! Find something - found! Why, there was a snowdrift ... I swung the front wheels, and the rear ones got stuck ... Neither there nor here ... I’m waving a shovel ... Can you help?

- What are we talking about! I'm going to go down! ..

I put out and threw out the unfinished cigarette and returned to the apartment for a second to throw a jacket with a scarf and at the same time warn the girls that I also went to wave with a shovel and push the car out.

- Svetik, Irish! ... I’ll come down to help Igor! He is stuck in a snowdrift ... Some ears stick out ...

No one answered me.

- Hey !!! Pretty women! Where are you? !! - I almost shouted.

- Ah ... Yeah ... Come on, come on! ... We're changing clothes here ... - Sounded through the closed door of the farthest room.

At first I did not attach any importance to this replica. Indeed, what's wrong with that? Well, what else can women do when they are not visible? Matter of course - are they painted or changed clothes ...

Scattered the snow from under the wheels, we hoisted Igor's car to the cherished parking space in the yard. Tired but contented, they slowly smoked one by one at the porch and thirty minutes later they returned to the house, where loud music played and already smelled of food and celebration.

On the threshold we were met by our wives. Seeing them, my friend and I got up, rooted to the spot, because their outfit just made us dumbfounded! Both of them were the same and, I must say, very seductive costumes of Snow Maidens. The fitted light blue, embroidered with silver, the caftan ended in the middle of the bare thighs with a lace border with a snow pattern. His thin elastic fabric emphasized all the advantages of slender and very feminine figures. And the head was decorated with a small beautiful kokoshnik sparkling with rhinestones.

- Both-on! ... - Igor was taken aback by such a spectacle.

“I like it ...?” Sveta made pas, circled around herself and slyly made innocent eyes on both of us. At the same time, the free hem of the caftan was raised by the dome, exposing the hips almost completely.

- Awesome !!! - We answered in chorus, and did not begin to get rid of the outerwear.

- Well? And why did they stop? Snow Maidens, or what, did they not see the New Year's? Wash your hands - and at the table! It's time to see off the old year! ... - Ira shook us.

They are with the same age. I always confuse which of them is the eldest, but that is not important. They are both similar and dissimilar at the same time. Sveta has light blonde hair, shoulder-length, and Ira is a stinging brunette with hair almost to the waist. Sveta has a quieter and more domestic girl, and Irka, according to her mother-in-law, has always been said to be a lively mischievous and insane. But in general, looking at them, it was immediately understandable - in front of you are sisters.

Ten minutes later they began to sit down at the table. Out of habit, I sat down in the same chair that I had chosen before. Igor sat on my right. So both of us could clearly see the TV screen. The girls, oddly enough, did not argue and settled opposite: Light in front of me, and Ira - in front of Igor.

The first time, while putting salads on a plate, we ran into the kitchen for something forgotten, raised some muddled toasts for the outgoing year, and everything went as usual. I, at least, did not notice anything like that. But as soon as the bustle subsided, and the gatherings began to enter a calmer course, my view involuntarily began to stop at the knees of the Snow Maidens sitting opposite us.

I really like Sveta's knees, but I see them every day. But Ira's knees, and even in such an erotic kaftan they did not give me rest. I did, and tried not to look in her direction, but I did it poorly. Nothing can be done - such is the male nature!

Naturally, I noticed that Igor no-no, yes, and slid through the transparent tabletop on my Svetlanka's naked knees. The girls, of course, pretended not to notice anything. They laughed loudly at our jokes, flirting, having fun, shaking their shoulders and dancing, sitting in their chairs when a good song sounded on TV.

After about an hour, both I and Igor calmed down a bit, and the view of the girl’s half-naked legs under the table hardly bothered us anymore. Perhaps, because the Snow Maidens themselves behaved very modestly: none of them so never once spread her “hips” accidentally under the table.

The clock was only eleven with minutes, and Igor, tired of the working day and the forced snow fight that followed him, and now also loaded ...