Bastard love. Part 2: Birth (continued)

Bastard love. Part 2: Birth (continued)

3. Morning of the next day.



The awakening was extreme, and I'm not a big fan of extreme. No, of course, if necessary, I can walk a couple of kilometers with a backpack to the lake. And then all the rest of the time to lie around without doing anything on the shore. Swimming and sunbathing. But to go day after day in the heat with a heavy load? Dismiss! That's not mine! Here it was different. A slight but painful punch to the side and questions on the verge of hysteria:


- You bastard! What are you doing in my bed?


- I’m sleeping! - without opening my eyes, I pull.


What's incomprehensible? What a question and answer!


- I see it! Why in my bed and why are we naked ?!


This is already a substantive question!


- So, you dragged me here yourself yesterday! - I lie without a twinge of conscience.


Jackdaw was in such a state yesterday that he hardly remembers how it was.


- Take me to the room ... Help me spread out ... I can't unbutton my jeans ... And then ... I'm the same person and could not resist.


Heavy breathing and silence. The clock can be heard ticking in the living room. I open one eye. The little sister is sitting on the bed, wrapped up to her eyebrows in a blanket. The face reveals the suffering and increased brain work. She tries to remember. Then a painful grimace appears. It is understandable: a hangover!


“My head hurts,” she complains, “and I’m thirsty ... And what about yesterday with you?” She doesn’t finish her sentence.


- No really! - "I transfer the arrows" to her, - not us! And you robbed me of my "virginity"!


- I?


- She pounced and still laughing, shouted: “I'm trying for you! It's time for brother to start fucking ... "!


“You're lying,” she says somewhat uncertainly.


- Yes, you came drunk, all in tears. The muzzle threw you. Then I consoled you, and you, adding more brandy, dragged me into bed and fucked me. By the way, I liked it ... But don't you Galya remember anything? - I open my second eye, make a surprised face, - you still wanted to get in the ass, but before that you “squeezed me like a lemon” and I couldn't ...


It was interesting to watch her attempts to “remember everything”. This is not an easy thing with a headache from a pomegranate.


- Maybe I can bring you a pill or some cold water? - I ask sympathetically, realizing that I got out, - or pour brandy? - sarcastically draw the line under the conversation.


- Fuck! - Galya sighs resignedly and slowly lies down with her head on the pillow - water and from a headache, - she asks.


I get up, defiantly stretch, seeing that she is examining me, and, without dressing, calmly walk into the kitchen. A minute later, returning, carrying a healthy mug, a bottle of cold mineral water, and a handful of pills. I pour the pills into her hand and pour a mug. The water hisses deliciously and Galya, snatching the long-awaited water from me, greedily sips the pills.


- Throw some more water.


I pour it. She drinks half a mug and leans back on the pillow, eyes closed.


- Drinking a lot is harmful! - I say moralizingly, copying my mother's voice.


- Fuck you ... And I'm sick without you ... - after a pause, he adds, - you didn't end up in me, did you?


- Am I stupid? - done, I wonder.


- Look ... if you're lying, I'll beat you ... - she continues quietly 

with closed eyes.


Laughing merrily to myself, I collect the scattered clothes and go to the shower. When I got out of it, she fell asleep again.


“Let him sleep it off,” I decide and draw the blackout curtains.


Then I go out and close the door. I'm reluctant to go to classes, and I recruit our headman and lie to him for a long time and convincingly about my sister's illness, the departure of my mother, and the call of a doctor. Then, despite the early hour, I get ready and go to the shop in our yard. There is always beer, and you can get hold of fish.


I stock up in the store in full: Baltika packaging number three; a piece of smoked Norwegian trout; a couple of bottles of mineral water. Then I remember that Galya loves pistachios, and finally, I take frozen shrimps. It's hard to carry everything, but close! At the last moment, I took a pack of condoms.


Arriving home, he unloaded everything into the refrigerator and, having uncorked one can of three, went into the room and sat down at the computer. I managed to surf the Internet, watch a movie and even take a nap. The little sister, it seems, has decided to break all holiday records! When I was about to go and wake her, I heard footsteps in the corridor and the door to the bathroom closed. Then the sounds of pouring water, footsteps, and then the door opened and she entered the room. In one hand, a can of beer, to which she greedily applies in the other saucer of pistachios. Galya plopped down on the sofa and stretched with pleasure.


Her appearance somewhat discouraged me. For some reason, I thought that Galya would wear something like that for the occasion or be completely naked, but she was wearing a short everyday robe, and as I caught a glimpse of panties. A turban made of a towel was wrapped around his head.


- Though I didn't wear a bra, - I thought to myself, looking at the breasts covered with thin fabric with pleasure.


“Hi,” she said.


- Did you get enough sleep?


“Uh-huh,” she took a deep sip.


- How is your condition?


- Now, after the beer, it's very good!


Exhausted with anticipation and tormented by desire, I immediately went on the offensive:


- You owed me something yesterday ...


- And what? She asked calmly, taking another sip.


I drank from my can, turned it melancholy in my hand, then looked up and pointedly began to examine her legs.


“Well, speak Gray,” she said.


- She promised a blowjob, and even in the ass to give ... but she passed out ...


- Well, you never know what I promised under whom ... - she joked, - you will interrupt! Fucked a drunken defenseless sister and demand something else ...


- It is necessary to see who fucked whom ... - I uttered without much enthusiasm, feeling that, "I found a scythe on a stone."


She sometimes has it. Will rest against the "horn" and in any.


- So you gave me a ride? - I lost heart.


All my plans and thoughts "went to dust." And I rolled my lips. I wanted to take a picture of her and then "squeeze", but no ... I imagined myself Casanova! Now swallow Gray and "suck the drunken hedgehog"!


- Didn't you even take me off the phone? - she expressed a guess.


- ... - I lowered my head, - well, you are my sister, why do I need this?


Concealing his disappointments, he finished the can and went into the kitchen for another one.


And grab me, - was heard after.


When I returned, carrying the last two jars, without even opening them, she melancholy snapped pistachios, lying in the same relaxed position. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes, she smiled and, patting the sofa next to her, moved slightly, inviting me to sit down. After a pause, she began to speak in such a mentoring tone, as it seemed to me with a mockery in her voice:


- Boy, you are still! And you don't know women!


- And what do you keep yourself cool? - I started to wind up.


- Fool! - she said somehow affectionately, - but if I didn’t want you and you couldn’t fuck me when I was drunk. "What's on the mind of a sober is on the tongue of a drunk," she said. But all the same, a woman must be sought, without fear of getting in the face. And you ... immediately gave up, and into the bushes!

Raising her hand, she stroked my hair, which made me feel good, and then pulled me to her and kissed me. No, it was not that usual kiss of a sister on the cheek or lips, well, which are bows. Her tongue penetrated my mouth, teasing and caressing my palate. I, of course, answered, feeling like a complete fool and not knowing where to put the ill-fated beer, a can in each hand. From her actions, my body reared up and throbbed with desire. She stopped the kiss and, taking a breath, said:


- I'll teach you Seryozhenka, give me time! - and, seeing my busy hands, added, - Yes, leave them, you better caress me.


I didn’t give up the cans. Gently put them on the floor and slowly began to unfasten the buttons of the robe on the chest. Hands did not obey me and even shook with excitement, and Galya closed her eyes and breathed heavily. I still didn't have the patience to unfasten it all, and as soon as her lovely soft breasts were freed, I pressed my lips to one, caressing the other with my hand.


... - Yes, dear ... - I heard, - how long have I wanted this ... Adult brother ...


I was silent, breathing heavily. Here the lips gripped the nipple hot and hard. I sucked it, and the second began to twist my fingers ... While I was engaged in lovely bulges, she penetrated my pants with her hand and began to gently scratch the penis with her nails.


- Oo-oo-oo ... - I howled, not wanting to part with such a "tasty" nipple from excitement. It was just for the lips. Large, no less than the phalanx of the little finger, hard as a pebble and at the same time delicate as silk. Her hand with might and main tormented my hard and hot organ, exposing the head.


- Oh, how good! You simply charm! So it should be ... - she said with a breath and desire in her voice, - caress me ... And the second nipple with a tongue ...


I switched to the second nipple, wanting to taste it too. She tried to pull off my tights and when this action was unsuccessful, with a tremor in her voice she suggested:


Let's take off your clothes ...


While I was hastily pulling off my clothes, she got up, unbuttoned, and threw off her robe, remaining in only her panties. I don't know-how, they are called. High almost to the navel very similar to the shorts are only softer and thinner. If they were longer at the hip and had frills, then I would call them pantaloons. As soon as I straightened, she took possession of my organ, confidently taking it in her hand. Without even looking, I got up and went to the side of the bath, saying to me:


Well, what are you guys dirty! You want to fuck, so wash... Although I myself like to do it, - she added quietly.


So, holding my penis and leading, as if on a leash, we went into the bath.


Get in the tub and turn your back on me, ”she commanded.


What for? - I could not resist.


I will wash you!


Yes, I took a shower in the morning!


Aha! And now it's already afternoon! And, in general, - she added, - if you want me to be so kind as to obey.


Just like in childhood, - I quipped, - maybe you will also give a title, suck it?


Ladies and not only her! She said promisingly.


Of course, we were fooling around. A kind of role-playing Wirth live. She opened the water and splashed shower gel on her hands, began to wash my and sticking out like a pillar member. At the same time, she pressed her breasts against my back, gently sliding her swollen nipples over the skin. Soft fingers rubbed and washed every millimeter of my phallus, not forgetting to massage and stroke it. In the end, she even began to moan tightly against me with her whole body.


Here you go! Done! - she said, finally, after thinking, she added, - and you raised him not bad - just the same woman's joy!


Now it's your turn, - I said firmly, - take off your panties and climb up to me!


As if waiting for my order, she instantly got rid of the remnants of the laundry and stepped into the bath. I took a showerhead and doused it with water. Then he poured a generous amount of gel and stood behind, began to wash his breasts, caress and knead them heartily. She held out for only a minute and then leaned her back against me. At first, she just bit her lip, restraining herself, but soon, she moaned with pleasure. Strong and weak pressure on the chest, gentle contouring, nipple play ... And when I drove a member between her thighs and began to slowly move it, Galya, in general, “lost her head”. Her hand went down and pressed hard against his crotch. Now he was sliding between the "greedy" lips, literally electrifying them. I felt how from the rush of blood these tender "corollas" swelled and opened like flower petals, covering my erect head with a kind of hood ... Unable to endure any longer, I pressed on her shoulders forcing her to bend down and slowly, as the owner began to plunge into the tightening warmth of the vagina. All my senses sharpened and I felt how, the swollen head pushes the moist inner flesh, making its way to "happiness". A soft sob at the edge of audibility and I sank completely inside. Everything was already shaking there. The walls of the vagina convulsively squeezed the invading flesh, adjusting their lumen to the size of the "invader". Outside, my fingers "terrorized" the swollen tubercle of the clitoris ...


Well, come on ... - the sister suddenly sobbed, - move, otherwise, I will die from ...


... - Silence was the answer, but little by little I began to sway.


Even this tiny movement caused the effect of an “exploding bomb”. She is 

finished barely starting! Convulsive tremors turning into uncontrollable spasms. A groan that turned into a roar, and then into a scream. Broken hands, clutching at the edge of the bathtub ... And if I hadn't held her by the waist, fingering the "bell", she seemed to have fallen down and smashed her head. Grabbing it, I continued the "water procedures" slowly moving along the throbbing vagina. It was unreal, delightful. When the trunk was constantly and rhythmically squeezed along the entire depth, and Galya was beating in my hands like a bird in a cage. She no longer screamed but howled inarticulately. Perhaps, even an experienced man in such a position would not have stood for long what to say about me, who first tasted the "forbidden fruit" just yesterday!


Unable to withstand even five minutes, I barely managed to pull out my organ from the inside, abundantly flooding my back with sperm. Slowly, with difficulty, holding the limp body of his sister, he knelt down and leaned against the wall of the bathtub.

No shit to yourself! - barely turning her tongue, said Galya after five minutes of our rest.


What's wrong? - I could not resist.


All perfectly! But I never had it with anyone!


And how many do you choose? - I squeezed out of myself with interest.


Shut up ... - she continued, the interrogator was found ...


Finally, we got up, turned on the shower, and washed again. However, this time without any frills and erotic digressions. There was no strength ... Hastily wiped off and went to Gali's room where they collapsed on the bed. I passed out almost immediately falling into a deep sleep.


4. Keeping promises.


I woke up in complete darkness from a cruel boner, with a feeling right now, at this moment, I'm fucking someone. I heard sighs, muffled sobs, and I felt that something hot was sliding along the trunk. My organ sank in and out of ... I don't know. Looking down at his feet, he saw a kneeling figure hunched over there.


It took me a while to realize what it was and where I was. Then I realized that it was Galya who was giving me a blowjob. Her mouth was not easy strung on my penis, sliding over it with his palate, but it was also licked with his tongue, which fluttered, having time to reach, apparently, every inch of it. I groaned loudly. Everything stopped instantly. Sister, looked at me with flashing whites of eyes:


Woke up? Sonya!


Sleep with you! - I did not remain in debt.


I wanted it myself. I got up and you're still asleep. I have already washed and done an enema ...


What? - I did not understand, - what enema?


Well, didn't you want it in the ass? Or I'm wrong?


Yes ... - I nodded my head.


From this dialogue and subsequent caresses, my organ again stood upright. And Galina, somehow smoothly turning, but without letting go of my "candy", sank onto my face with her crotch. I, without hesitation and without waiting for explanations, took up her pussy. Caressing and treating in all available ways. In the course went, and lips and tongue and fingers, which imitated the currently occupied organ. She was directly pouring juices pouring over my face. My fingers glided over this lubricant like on ice, penetrating into all the folds and holes ... My tongue and lips tormented the clitoris. Finally, unable to bear it, I slipped one finger between the plump buttocks, and feeling for an invisible hole, he pressed his finger against it. We froze, and my finger, abundantly greased with her own juices, freely plunged into the ass.


Don't rush there, ”the sister muttered indistinctly, unable to leave her occupation.


Well, I was in no hurry. After checking how one enters, he entered the second. They both slid inside like clockwork. Moving them back and forth and twisting, I introduced the third finger. Only now into the vagina. Galya froze again. Or not believing in such impudence, but, most likely, savoring the sensations. As if counting out money, I rubbed my thumb against the rest. A thin partition did not prevent me from feeling the sliding of my fingers, and my partner reacted by instantly lifting her buttocks and moaning.


- Fuck me! - she left her "post" - now! She whispered demandingly.


And without waiting for my answer, she turned around and sank onto a member. No, she did not lead him inside, but pressed her vulva and began to crawl over him from side to side and back and forth. I will not say that I liked it so much. Somewhat rough for the thin skin of the head, but: "Debt is debt!" If a woman wants to help her, and then she will help me ... In the end, it even hurt me. As if sensing something, she asked:


- Is it unpleasant for you?


“No, honey, okay,” I lied.


- I like too! She said with a breath.


Having slipped enough along my trunk, she raised herself on her knees and sent him to the right place herself. With a soft groan, she slowly lowered herself down, sitting down on him. After sitting a little and getting comfortable, she began to slowly rise up with stops, and then slide down. Feeling the familiar hot tightness, my friend perked up, gaining strength and becoming firmer in spirit. Now I was waving at her, leaning up as her body slid down. The resounding smack and sighs echoed our movements. Up and down, up and down, slightly to the right and then to the left and again ... I reached out and grabbed the buttocks, pushing them apart. And with the next downward movement, he put his finger to the anus. She put on it, gasping softly, and froze sitting on me when I moved them, bending forward slightly.


- Yes! - burst out from her, - leave him there ...


- Uh-huh ... - I muttered.


Five minutes later, she deftly turned around on the penis and her ass, whitening in the dark, jumped in front of my eyes. Now I got it working, in unison. My two fingers were confidently stretching her sprocket, vigorously spinning and moving inside.


- Come on in the ass! - I begged, - I want to try ...


- Come on! - she echoed with delight, - just put on an elastic band and with difficulty twisted, handed me a bag with a condom.


- What for? - I did not understand.


“Do what they say, otherwise nothing will happen,” she threatened.


While I feverishly tore at the package with my teeth and pulled the elastic band, she lay down next to me, turning on her stomach and spreading her legs wide apart. Having mastered the task given to me, I rolled over her thigh and knelt between her legs. Feeling how I was shaking with impatience, but the head to the anus and pressed. Galya slightly 



- You cretin! First, as usual, you need to moisten the surface, and only then ...


- Yeah, - I muttered discouragedly, - I didn't think ...


“Let's move,” she shouted, lifting her ass.


Indeed, even into a well-lubricated vagina, the penis entered with interference, as if clinging to the walls, but after a couple of frictions it was already sliding freely along the tunnel laid by me.


- Well, that's it! - I decided and, leaving the "front door, knocked from the rear"


He pressed, looking in all eyes. Meleno, overcoming resistance, my head began to sink inward. And disappearing out of sight, I suddenly slipped inside with a jolt.


- Take your time, - Galya gasped, - you have to get used to it big.

At the same time, her hand slid under her stomach and, judging by her movements, began to caress her clitoris.


My feelings were different from the previous ones. Much closer, although also hot. Leaning on my knees and hands, I slowly begin to sway, forcing the member to move a little. Galya groans and moans. And when it became easier to move, I start to work half-heartedly, moving and "breaking" the road.


- Hush, you elephant, it hurts, - groans Galya.


Not really listening to her admonitions, I move faster and stronger, driving my penis to the very balls, and on the way back almost leaving it. The tone of her lamentation changes, becoming lustful. It looks like it hurts and at the same time, it is pleasant!


- Philosophy, damn it, - I think, - just the unity and struggle of opposites ...


She is already moaning loudly, spinning under my blows. And even slightly lifts the buttocks with my "falls". I look down. I see how the sphincter ring has thinned, tightly wrapping around my trunk. Full exit. A bright red hole, formed in place of a grayish star, suddenly begins to shrink to almost normal size. Again the entrance. The head easily stretches the sphincter, plunging inward. Virtually nothing out of the ordinary. Turns on the very fact of anal intercourse and, maybe, somewhat different feelings of the partner.


“Get on your knees,” I ask.


She gets up, bending down and lying on her chest on the bed.


- Spread your buttocks to the sides ...


Galya does this too. Grabbing her crosswise with my hands around the waist, I move without stopping, pushing my penis forward on the move at the very moment ... She cries out:


- Hush you Gray. Do not do it this way...


I don't listen to her and repeat the maneuver.


- Tender, - she already screams, but does not even try to move away, but only shakes her white buttocks.


- You like Jackdaw! I yell, repeating it over and over.


- Yes ... - she moans, - but it hurts more ... - and much quieter - but what a thrill!


Then she lay on her back, bending her knees and turning them to the right. I, perched on top, almost pushing up on my hands so as not to crush her, I lay down on the side ... And again back and forth, a little with a pull until she twitched in convulsions and screamed: "good obscenities" with delight. The spasms were so strong that I was simply pushed out of the hole. Feeling how it rolls on me, I yell:


- I'm finishing!


“Come on between the breasts,” she screams almost the same.


With convulsive movements, I get out of it, pull off the condom. During this time, Galya turns onto her back, and, standing on the side, I begin to bring myself to the condition with my hands. Two hand movements and a stream of semen splashes on the exposed soft breasts. She smears cum all over her skin and answering my dumb question:


- The best skin cream.


I am on my knees in front of her, trembling with tension, and she stretches out her hand and strokes my still swollen trunk. Then she pulls him to her and begins to lick:


- Tasty, - she says, - you are good for me.


And a fly in the ointment in a barrel of honey:


- Just do not think that now, at your request, I will obediently spread my legs when you want ... Of course I will ... Sometimes ... But if I only want to! Did your brother cut it off?


I smile happily, not really listening to her words, although the essence of what she said is clear to me. And the chorus is spinning in my head: "Where are you going to go when you undress ...". But I prudently keep quiet, pretending to agree ...

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