I never thought I'd be fucking my best friend's mother while lying on a lounge chair in the middle of a pine forest, while the birds sang as if they were requesting a soundtrack. Seriously. My name is Alexander, I'm twenty years old, five feet five inches tall, I play basketball at the college level, and I'm used to getting what I want. But Anna... that was on another level. We went to Vitka's dacha for the May holidays. He, his parents, and I—like, to get away from the city, have a barbecue, go to the sauna. I'd known Vitka since first year, but I'd only seen his parents briefly a couple of times. He'd say, "My mom's strict, my dad's busy." Okay, fine. I thought it would be a classic woman in a robe with curlers. I was wrong. When we walked into the house, she was standing by the living room window, adjusting the curtain. The sun was shining from behind, shining through the thin knit of her housedress. Her silhouette was simply stunni... continue reading

I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I drag... continue reading