- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties.
- And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end.
- Did it work? Especially what you are talking about.
“He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position.
- And you?
- What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in the morning. I also took a nap on the other half of the couch. At six o'clock, as the subway opened, I got up and left. He didn't even wake up. I'm not at all sure that he will remember anything from our "evening by candlelight".
- And after that you invite him to visit?
I called him before. Don't cancel now. Just the day before yesterday, his parents left somewhere for the whole night - they have such a tradition on the seventh of November, he called me. Clarify relationship...
- Did you clarify? I mean, did you understand everything?
- Come on! Do not swear. He's a good guy.
- Yes! I will now begin to quote you letters that come to the editorial offices of all newspapers without exception. Especially from the outback. Something like ... "dear editors, I love my husband very much, but when he drinks, he starts to beat me in the face. I haven't seen him sober for two years, but I still love him and don't want to go to the police. Advise what should I do with this bastard, otherwise I can’t live without him ... "
- No, - Alla grimaced in annoyance. - Don't take me for a fool. I can see everything very well. He was sitting in the office until midnight the day before, he decided to relax, he did not calculate his strength ...
- And most importantly, chose the perfect time to relax. Andrey chuckled. - Almost the first evening with the girl he likes. Just tell me... I wanted to show off in front of you, to show such stupid masculinity. Found something to brag about. Good thing you're so compassionate and unforgiving. Another would have sent a "short erotic route" and forgot about it, like a bad dream.
For a minute, Alla disappeared behind the bathroom door, and Andrei returned to his coffee - already half-cooled. Teaching his sister was not in his habits, usually she was well versed even without him, but it was today that Alla asked Andrei to come to her. No noise, kindred. And at the same time, in a related way, look at her gentlemen, whom she, not at all afraid of jokingly sarcastic accusations of cruelty, invited at the same time, without making any secret of this before them. Andrei was not delighted with such an "inspection", but agreed instantly, especially considering that his sister did not even advertise her preferences to him. Although she periodically talked about her amorous adventures. For the most part so adventurous and remaining.
Alla fluttered into the room again. She dried her hair, but Andrei would not have dared to call it "tidy up". However, some disheveledness did not spoil her short haircut. The girl opened both doors of the wardrobe and began to carefully choose her outfit.
“Put on an evening dress with a neckline to the navel,” Andrey said quietly, assuming that his sister would not hear him. I heard.
- It won't. Vovka has already seen me in it. In the summer, on my birthday. I want something completely new and probably simple. I don't think they dress up in any special way. This had never happened to either of them before. Yes, and you, I see, came in jeans.
- I can, I have other goals. To sit, to visit my sister - Andrei made the most innocent face possible. - But the fact that your suitors will appear in all their splendor - you can be sure. And not so much to impress you, but to show off in front of each other. Do they even know that I'll be here?
- I spoke, but did not emphasize. If you listen carefully, then you know. - Alla finally moved away from the closet. She wore a black tight top and corduroy shorts. The girl put on a top over a sports bra, in which she usually did video shaping, but two layers of fabric did not at all hide the outlines of her small, chiseled breasts with provocative nipples protruding forward. - How do you like me?
- Yes, you are good in any form - Andrey looked at Alla, narrowing his eyes a little. If you weren't my sister...
- If I were not your sister - Alla squeezed her chair and kissed her brother on the top of her head - I would hardly be waiting for someone else today ... Yes, Andryusha, that's what I wanted to ask you today. You never know how my "eagles" - Alla snorted - will behave. Well, they'll crawl in there to kiss or try to look under the shorts - don't worry, okay? You know, I'm a brave girl, if something goes wrong, I can use a frying pan.
- You know, I get the impression that you are waiting for this in advance ...
- Not that I'm waiting. I just don't want to consider it a crime up to certain limits. No, I won't provoke, don't even think about it.
Andrei expressively glanced at the figure of his sister, lingering a little on her chest.
- I will not think. Just keep in mind that for a man with normal reactions, your appearance is already a provocation. Especially if you're around.
It's damn good to feel that you're wanted. Alla laughed lightly. “I didn’t think I would say this to my brother.
- Actually, I could not speak, you think, I don’t understand. Here is something else. You need to be either selflessly confident in yourself or extremely arrogant to try to make love with a girl in the presence of, firstly, a direct competitor, and secondly, her older brother. Somehow you even begin to look at your boyfriends with different eyes ... However, you can at least make love with them at the same time - you know, I'm a person without complexes. At least on this topic.
- I know, I know ... - the girl looked out the window intently. - If I'm not mistaken, Vovka will be here in a couple of minutes.
Andrei got up from his chair and also pressed his forehead against the glass. He didn't see anything special. Especially from the low third floor. The house stood at the back of the courtyard, besides, the view was blocked by a balcony, so that the best view from here was opened only through the windows opposite. Yes, even on a hockey rink flooded by autumn puddles. Looking around, Andrey shrugged his shoulders and flopped down again on the soft pillows.
- He's already gone. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, so I'm not entirely sure. The figure is similar. And with flowers.
At that moment the bell rang. Alla defiantly exhaled and went to open the door. Andrew didn't get up. The apartment is small, one-room, everything that happens in the hallway is perfectly audible. Let sister meet her fans on her own.
For some time, only muffled laughter and some indistinct movement reached Andrey. It seems that Alkin's friend decided to immediately take the bull by the horns and indicate his intentions.
- And in general, take off your shoes first and go into the room - Alla's irritated tone left no doubt about her sharply changed mood. - Yes, the flower vase is in the kitchen. Just be careful not to pour hot water into it.
A second later, Alla appeared in the room, straightening her hair as she went. Andrei managed to see that the topic was tucked into the shorts hastily. Following the movement of the young man who came to the kitchen with her eyes, the girl finally put her clothes in order.
“And you have to do this every minute today,” Andrey whispered, looking expressively at his sister. I would invite them one at a time - in extreme cases, I would undress once a night. And now they will try to undress you at every convenient moment. And uncomfortable too.
Alla wanted to object something, but did not have time. Vovka came out of the kitchen, smiling from the top of his head. He held the vase in his outstretched arms, as if about to give it again. Bursting into the room, he immediately pursed his lips and tried to touch them to Alka's cheek.
Andrei smiled and coughed delicately.
The young man seemed to have been electrocuted. He froze in the position in which he heard an extraneous sound, as if he had been told that a predatory ghost was behind him. Good thing he didn't drop the vase. From the outside, it looked so comical that Alla blushed, turned away and covered her mouth with her palms - just not to burst out laughing. True, she quickly mastered herself.
- Volodya, meet me. This is my brother Andrew. Andryusha, this is Volodya.
Andrei stood up and extended his hand as friendly as possible.
- Glad to see, Alla told a lot.
- Yes? The young man smiled wryly. - I am also very pleased to. Only very unexpectedly, I did not even know that you ... You are here ...
- On you, on you... Don't even think about it. I thought my sister said I could come in.
- She said, - the young man looked for Alla with his eyes, but she "under the guise" disappeared. - It's just that the house is so quiet, I thought there was nobody.
- Relax, relax. - Andrey reached for the radio, tuned to some random radio station and adjusted the sound to a minimum, just for the sake of the background.
Volodya nodded helplessly and perched on the very edge of the chair, as if preparing to jump out of it at any moment. Andrey nodded encouragingly and went to the kitchen, where there was a clang of knives and forks. He found Alka in a very strange state. The girl was hunched over the cutlery drawer and burst into silent laughter.
- And what do you actually find funny?
Alla, in response, waved her hand with a fork clamped in it.
- I'm sorry, I can't stop. She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. - He is sitting there now and thinking - he will get a scolding for molesting me in the corridor or you didn’t notice anything.
- Do I look so scary?
- Well! Not terrible, but solid. And most importantly, you are an older brother, and you are supposed to be afraid. They don't know that even I rarely succeed in making you angry.
- In any case, - Andrey shrugged his shoulders, - until he seems to me somehow unusual. Guy like a guy.
- Only with such complexes that "mom, don't worry." The most boring, the most ugly, the most stupid ... It depends on where we are going.
- While it is not noticeable. He got under your skirt pretty quickly.
- With me, he is brave. I have never ripped him off yet. At the same time - if you looked at him in society - he would hide in a corner and sit there all evening. And the second time it won't work at all. He will also come up with a bunch of reasons for me not to go. Of course, I don’t pay much attention to it - I pack up and go. He is angry, offended. Then either at the end of the evening he still appears, or he doesn’t talk to me for two days. No, - Alla thought, - it was never enough for two days. He walks up and pretends nothing happened. And again white and fluffy for a while.
- If everything is as you say, then it is not clear what keeps you close to him.
- Well, you know, next - it's loudly said. I don't live with him. In between "kookies" he's not so bad. He is erudite, educated, it is interesting to talk with him. Another thing, give him free rein, he will only be what takes me to museums and exhibitions, and loads me with various smart thoughts. Of course, I love art, but sometimes you want to relax in a different way.
- And the second, what's wrong? Paul seems to be. You should warn...
- Why immediately "not so." Pashka is also a nice person. But sometimes his aggressiveness manifests itself completely unmotivated, which I don’t like the most. More precisely, he often does not understand that it is time to stop. God did not offend with wit, but with him friendly banter can easily turn into mockery. Again, everything is in order with health, so if he decides to relax in the evening, then he needs to be picked out from under the table. And it's not easy at all.
- Why?
- Come, you'll see...
It was like looking into the water. The guys even flinched, the call seemed so sharp. Alla in her hearts even threw a fork.
- There will be time, replace it with me. Someday I will become a stutterer. Especially if I'm not expecting anyone. And then all sorts of people go here, then potatoes, then they offer sugar, and I jump up to the ceiling.
Allah rushed off to open it. A deep bass sounded almost immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, Andrei saw that now his sister prudently stood in the gap between the corridor and the room, which means that Pavel did not have the slightest opportunity to reach her. Time passed, but for some reason the young man was in no hurry to enter the room. Andrei did not hear from the kitchen that he had been explaining to Alla for so long, but from individual remarks one could guess that he was apologizing for the evening before yesterday. The pause dragged on. The girl understood this, reached out her hand and literally shoved her friend into the room. Andrei, who was closely following the development of events, almost choked on a half-eaten sandwich. Although he himself considered himself a rather large, tall and broad-shouldered man, Pavel was no match for him, being almost a head taller and one and a half times wider. He walked through the door sideways, firmly pressing Alla to the jamb, although she did everything to dodge.
- Listen, - Alla appeared in the kitchen again, and wanted to say something, but her brother was ahead of her, - answer me two questions, only two. How should your notorious Vovka feel in the company of this ... hmm, athlete? And one more thing - how much vodka he drank the day before yesterday, if he fell off the ends. With such a live weight.
- I'm unlikely to tell you about the second one - I didn't follow it. Yes, it's hard to follow. We sat, talked, then I look - the eyes are "in a bunch", he falls on the table. At first he said he was tired at work. He said in a completely sober voice. And then she told you what happened. As for Vovka, let him fight with himself. I have to give him a solid female shoulder.
- You're cool, you don't have the strength - Andrey, finally, managed with a sandwich. - With such an approach to life, it is not clear who you need. What, in a sense.
- How are you! - Alla looked at Andrei point-blank and under his gaze did not take her eyes off. - Of course, you can competently explain to me how wrong I am in choosing my brother as an ideal. But it's better not to. There must be at least such an ideal ...
Alla smiled tiredly and rattled the oven door, removing the hot creation of her hands.
- The main thing is that your views do not interfere with sex with this couple. Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing. By the way, did you make love to both of you?
- With both ... - Alla's voice got bored. - That's just the point, I'm with them, not they with me. When Vovka and I were in bed for the first time, you might have thought that I was raping him. A twenty-year-old guy, not only does he know nothing, he is also afraid of everything. I think I am his first, although he is offended and claims that he is not. Apparently it's protected. I do not hide my adventures. Pasha has another problem. I'm on top. Is always. From the beginning to the end. And by this "end" I feel like after the gym. But it doesn't work otherwise. Can you imagine what it feels like to me under it. They tried it once, I barely got out alive - I decided no - enough of such extreme sports from me. But the main thing, - Alla put the baking sheet on the board and straightened up, - the main thing is that after the "first time" Vovka instantly decided that I was his forever. Like, "girl, now I have to marry you." True, there is nowhere to live and nothing, but there are more than enough ambitions and a holy confidence that I will not get away from him anywhere.
- To some extent, you encourage these illusions. Stroking on the head, calling for a visit. After all, you yourself are pleased to feel that they are attached to you, and the length of the rope depends on you. I want to pull it closer, I want to throw a loop on the hook - stop and wait ... Say, no?
- I will not say. Allah rolled her eyes. She understood all this very well herself, but she was not at all interested in hearing the same thing from her brother.
Andrew caught the change in mood. He got up and grabbed the tray too.
- Okay, it's time to finish cooking and talking. Let's help.
- I'll manage. - It was evident from the tone that Alla had already calmed down. - Go, show yourself to the people. I haven't introduced you to Pasha yet.
- Let's go to. Although, I must say that they still came to you, and not to me.
There was an oppressive silence in the room. Young people sat with their backs to each other, and it was quite obvious that they sat down like that on purpose. Vladimir pretended to be intently studying some book taken from the shelf. However, before the appearance of Paul, he may have really looked through it. Pasha did nothing, sat staring out the window. Volodya reacted to the appearance of Alla and Andrey with a weak smile, and Pavel with knitted eyebrows and a frowning look.
- Pasha, this is my older brother, Andrey - Alla made a stern face and with the gait of the queen again retired to the kitchen.
The face of the "athlete" brightened slightly, although it did not become friendlier. Andrew extended his hand and felt a firm handshake in return. Perhaps even very strong ...
Andrei decided to be extremely correct.
- Guys, you're sorry that we left you a little. In ordinary life, you see Alka much more often than me, so we cling to our tongues, as the moment comes out.
- Why, everything is clear - Pavel boomed, and Volodya only weakly nodded.
- You, as I understand it, are studying together with Alla ...
- Not really. - Pavel, despite his formidable appearance, turned out to be more talkative. - This is it - a short nod towards the bookcase - together. And Alla and I met in the gym. I live next to her institute.
- Clear. - Andrei thought to himself that it was probably impossible not to get to know Pavel, if he had already drifted into that hall. Judging by his appearance, if he does not spend the day there, then he certainly spends the night. - Guys, help prepare the table.
Pavel just started to turn around, and Vladimir was already on his feet.
- Of course! What should be carried?
Yes, you don't need to bring your own. Here is a table - Andrei pointed to a folded table - a book - it is inconvenient to put it alone. Move it apart for now, and I'll ask Alla where the tablecloth is.
Retiring to the kitchen, Andrey managed to hear a disgruntled sniffing behind him. Then came the slamming of the doors of a clumsily opened table.
During this time, Alla has already managed to cut a large beautiful fish into pieces and put it on a tray. True, while not forgetting to listen to the conversation in the room.
- Did you find them a joint job?
- And then! You understand that they cannot refuse me, and I have every right not to know about your complex relationship. I'll tell you more - if your buddies decide that I really don't know about them, it will be much better. By the way, where is the tablecloth, according to legend, I came here for it.
When the brother and sister reappeared in the room, it turned out that the disposition was restored exactly. The table has been pulled apart, and young people are intensely studying the opposite walls. Even Vladimir alone reacted to the appearance of Alla.
- Guys, sit down at the table, - Alla's voice was extremely sweet, Andrey was even surprised. - I'm offended.
- What kind of fish is this? - Volodin's question was asked solely out of politeness, but at least he broke the protracted silence.
- Tuna. - Alla answered in such a tone, as if baked tuna was in her daily diet. - Andryusha specially brought from a business trip to Portugal.
- Why isn't he in Moscow? - Pavel fished out the largest piece from the tray and indelicately licked the fork.
- In Moscow, real tuna is a rarity. And there it is sold barely caught. And Andryusha brought real Port wine...
The last message interested the guests much more. Two bottles were taken out of the bag, and Alla brought wine glasses. Clink glasses. Volodya and Pavel tried to touch Alla's glass without touching each other. And they were quite successful at it.
For a while, only the clatter of forks could be heard. Finally, Pavel, who had been sitting all this time looking at the floor, put down the instrument.
- Allah! - Emotions through his bass made their way with difficulty, but only a blind man would not notice the excitement. - Can we talk to you?
- Speak, - the girl continued to deftly work with a knife, which, according to her brother's observation, caused Volodya's burning envy.
- In the corridor. Or in the kitchen. Can?
Alla looked at Pavel intently, putting as much displeasure as possible into her eyes, and nodded towards the kitchen door.
- First and last time. Excuse us please.
It was a pity to look at Vladimir. Andrew took the bottle and filled his glass. Volodya, without taking his eyes off the door, mechanically drank it in one gulp and turned around helplessly.
She went with him!
- Do you have anything against it?
- Yes! That is, no, of course - Volodya shied away. But we seem to be all together...
- Absolutely agree with you. But Alla is a smart and direct person, now she will tell him everything she thinks. So if I were you, - Andrei made a theatrical pause and grabbed a leaf of lettuce from a plate, - I would only be happy. Sit down, I'm...
Andrey needed a pause not for the sake of effect. It clearly seemed to him that it was not a verbal showdown that was taking place in the kitchen at all. Of course, he did not intend to enter there, but there was one trick that both he and his sister knew about. On the side wall of the kitchen hung a large rectangular mirror, on which, if you stand at the right point, the kitchen was viewed as if on a TV screen.
Expectations were justified. Alla stood exactly where she could be seen best. Pavel literally hovered over her, constantly saying something. From the outside, he did not look like a special speaker, but, apparently, he knew a lot of words, and knew how to use them. The girl nodded in response from time to time, but she didn't seem to enjoy the explanation much. For a moment, it seemed to Andrei that Alla squinted her eyes at the mirror, trying to understand if he saw her, but she could not be sure of this.
Meanwhile, Paul moved to decisive action. His hand, which had previously rested on the edge of the table, slipped onto Alla's thigh and gradually began to rise up. As if by chance, she caught on the edge of the topic, lifting it up enough to break through to her breasts, nothing interfered with her. The presence of a bra slowed down the advancement of the hand, apparently due to his inattention, Pavel decided that the girl neglected the underwear, but did not stop it. Alla did not feel much pleasure from such caresses - she was simply uncomfortable in tight-fitting clothes, so she raised her hands and allowed her friend to lift her clothes up to her shoulders. Then she simply placed one of her breasts in his palm. Although their sizes were so strikingly different that, if desired, Pavel could well cover both breasts with one hand. At this time, Pasha's other hand glided unsuccessfully over Alka's shorts. They just didn’t want to shoot, and the lightning still wasn’t there. The athlete somehow didn’t think that this simple detail could be located on the side, and Alla very cunningly pressed her thigh against his leg, which made finding the fastener much more difficult.
Pavel's movements became more and more abrupt - he was clearly not predisposed to prolonged caresses. Having made another unsuccessful attempt to rip off his girlfriend's shorts, Pavel unbuttoned his own jeans and released a penis standing like a stake. Alla accepted the game, wrapped her fingers around him and began to rhythmically stimulate him. Pasha already realized that he could not count on more, so he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, hoping that after the hand the girl would not mind using her lips. At the same time, he had already let go of his friend’s chest, focusing solely on his own feelings.
The payoff came instantly. Having made a few more sharp movements, Alla suddenly wriggled out of Pavel's bear hugs with one movement, straightened her bra and top, and smiled slyly.
- And then, dear, by yourself ... If you want, of course. Just don't forget to mop the floor afterwards.
- BUT! How! - Pasha stood with bulging eyes and trousers pulled down to the knees. - What are you?
- Nothing. Continuation in a more intimate setting and when no one will be waiting for us. I told you not to start. Now think for yourself if it was worth it. Moreover, - offended notes were heard in Alla's voice, - I'm not your car. Learn to do nice things for a girl...
Alla slightly opened the door - just enough so that Andrey's silhouette did not flash in the glass - and slipped out into the corridor. Her brother stepped back a little, giving her the opportunity to quietly enter the bathroom, from where the rustle of pouring water was immediately heard.
Andrey and Alla appeared together in the room. The girl smelled of freshness, and she smiled broadly. Vladimir for all this time did not even change his posture. He sat and looked into an empty glass of Port wine. True, he turned around at the sound of footsteps and, as it seemed to Andrei, breathed a sigh of relief to see Alla in his company, and not Pavel.
- Well?
"Everything is fine," Alkin's face showed the deepest satisfaction. - And why do we actually have empty glasses. Vovka, pour me a drink!
The request was fulfilled with such haste and with such zeal that a few ruby stains remained on the tablecloth. Alla pursed her lips, but, noticing a greasy spot from the fish near Pavel's plate, she did not say anything. Educate both. Instead, she raised her glass and slapped it with feeling, first on Andrei's glass, and then on Vladimir's. With the explicit expectation that this ringing will also be heard from the kitchen. While there was dead silence, Andrey had a thought - whether to go there, to check on the unlucky lover. Jokes are jokes, but the kitchen is full of knives and other sharp objects, but in a bad head that just doesn’t come. True, his sister did not guess about his fears, telling Volodya about something cheerfully. He answered quietly and monosyllabically.
And then Paul appeared in the room.
***
Outwardly, he managed to put himself in order. At least his trousers were buttoned up, his shirt tucked in, and his hair slicked back. However, the smoothness of his "hedgehog" was not at all obvious. Volodya and Alla sat with their backs to him, and therefore only Andrei could see the anger in his eyes. I would take something heavier and hurt someone ...
However, there was no one to take out the anger. Only Alla knew that Andrey was familiar with the situation, and Pavel was not going to quarrel with her even now. Puffing loudly, he made his way past the table to his bag, swinging, threw a rolled-up newspaper into it and also noisily went to the exit. He didn't seem to doubt for a second that no one would call out to him. But Allah had a different opinion.
- Are you leaving?
Pavel muttered something inarticulate, but still stopped.
- Keep in mind, - Alla's voice was completely calm and cold, - You are free to do as you see fit, but no one is chasing you. I explained to you - what you are wrong about, more - no offense. From my side, at least.
The young man fought hard with himself. He did not want to leave terribly, to stay ... However, who cares about their relationship with Alla. Pavel put the bag at the door and flopped back into the chair, looking at everyone as independently as possible.
Alka chirped again, demonstrating her good mood. Andrei, after a little thought, opened the second bottle and filled all four glasses.
- Let's get acquainted. I was very pleased...
Only Alla reacted to "was". However, Andrei was counting on her reaction. He, without raising his head, looked at his sister, and she shook her head slightly and said "aha" with her lips. Then she got up and, shaking her hips, went into the corridor. Volodya immediately fidgeted in his chair, torn between decency and the desire to follow.
- Pavel, were you professionally involved in sports? - Andrei's voice trembled a little from the desire to give it as sincere intonations as possible.
The athlete turned around in surprise, trying to understand whether Andrei was really interested in this.
- Alka just said that you work in the office, but we met in the gym. And it's hard to imagine you in the office.
For the first time in the whole evening, Pavel smiled.
- Well no! I am a strength trainer at the gym. But we have only three trainers there, an accountant, and the owner. So you have to sit in the evenings, fill out all sorts of papers. And I don’t like it so much that it always takes a long time. It’s better for me to transfer an extra ton of iron than to display numbers.
Out of the corner of his eye, Andrei saw how Vladimir at that time slid down from his chair and, trying not to make noise, began to move towards the corridor. Pavel could not see this, and it was not worth it to irritate him even more now.
However, Pavel turned out to be more attentive than it seemed.
- And what, the two of us stayed. And where?
- Alka is in the kitchen, - Andrei tried to be very calm, - And Volodya ... In the toilet, it seems. Are you going to keep an eye on each other? As far as I know my sister, this can only make her angry.
Pavel muttered something, on the topic "an eye and an eye for the enemies", but calmed down and even turned the music a little louder.
Actually, Andrey practically had no doubts that "according to the law of the genre" in the bathroom now about the same thing is happening as half an hour ago in the kitchen. He thought about something else - did Alla leave the possibility of observing her. Most likely - no, and there was no point in it. Volodya, although at first he seemed to be an enterprising fellow, with the advent of a competitor, he slumped thoroughly. It was only important not to get carried away, but Alla usually felt the time well. But Paul didn't feel it. He got up and walked to the kitchen.
Andrey stepped aside a little, feverishly thinking about how to prevent bloodshed if something happened. There was no longer any doubt that such a decision would be needed in a minute or two. Pasha squeezed his way through the kitchen door, stood for a few moments in bewilderment on the threshold, then shifted his gaze to the thin wall between the bathroom and the kitchen, and his face changed. No noise was heard from there, but what a difference it could make! In two jumps, Pavel was at the bathroom door and pulled the handle. Andrew helplessly grimaced.
The door didn't just open, it flew off its hinges. So much so that Pavel was under it for a second ...
Alla was sitting on the edge of the bathroom. Her shorts were unbuttoned - something that Pasha never managed to do. There was a completely understandable veil in his eyes. Vladimir knelt in front of her and his posture left no doubt about what he had done before. It seems that there was no doubt about what was to come after him. With a growl - it was difficult to call this sound differently - Pavel lifted him to his feet - right behind the collar of a fashionable suit, raised his fist over his head and was forced to stop - Alla was under his arm. Her lips were tightly compressed.
- What are you doing here?
- And you?
- None of your business! This is my home and I do what I want here! Or do you think that masturbating in the kitchen is the only one you're allowed to...
- With him? - Volodya's cry was loud, despite the hanging fist.
Alla took a deep breath and pushed both of them out of the bath. Andrei was standing outside the door, preparing, if anything, to protect his sister.
- How you bored me! - in the voice of Alla, quite natural tears were heard. - Would you go! Both! You know where. One only thinks of himself, the second must be thrust between his legs, so that he finally guesses that a woman’s there is not like his. I just needed a fight here! Pack up and get outta here...
The collection didn't take long. Volodya grabbed his jacket in an armful and was the first to roll out onto the stairs. Paul gathered himself more carefully. On the face was written - "I'm here more than a foot."
When the door closed, Alla leaned her back against the wall and looked at her brother.
- So, forgive me, Lord, freaks. It's good that you confirmed my doubts... I can't see both of them.
- Wait. Those wise men of yours in a hurry forgot their bags. So now you're in for it. I'm just wondering if they'll come together or singly.
- Yes, Vovka Pashke will now try not to be seen for the rest of his life!
- You think so? Look out the window!
Alla carefully looked out the kitchen window. Both of her recent gentlemen stood at the entrance and heatedly discussed something. Moreover, Volodya spoke much more often.
- Justified, probably. Didn't manage to run away. - Allah was ruthless.
- Nothing like that! Rather, they discuss what you are, - Andrey laughed - a worthless woman. And everyone still hopes to return. At least for now. They can arrange such a "irony of fate" for you now. It won't seem like much.
Allah rolled her eyes.
- How do you get rid of them? And then her eyes sparkled. - I have an idea! Listen!
***
The bell rang incessantly. Finally, after waiting thirty seconds, Alla went to the door. Of all the clothes, she left on herself only the old almost invisible panties, and high-heeled shoes. Unlocking the lock, the girl threw ... "open" and retreated into the room.
The Cavaliers fell in pairs. Apparently, they decided to postpone the disagreement. An incredible sight appeared before their eyes. Andrey was sitting in a chair with his back to them. The fact that he had not taken off his jeans was not visible, only his bare shoulders towered above the chair. Allah is above. She barely managed to run from the door, and therefore she was breathing heavily, which only added to the effect in this theatrical number.
The speed with which Vladimir and Pavel, having grabbed their things, flew out of the apartment, could be the envy of any lover taken by surprise. The lock clicked.
- And now your admirers will not let the rumor that incest is practiced in your family? Andrey's voice was cheerful. “You have to study there for three years.
- Who will let? Vovka? I beg you. Not a single rumor that he has spread in the two years of our acquaintance has been confirmed. Who will believe him!
- Well look. You know better. Andrew stood up and stretched. - And it's so nice to have you on your knees. And your chest is so nice.
“I give you permission to keep her as long as you want and when you want. - Alla rubbed her nose on her brother's hand. - But you probably don't want to. Do I know you. If only we weren't family...
The girl sighed, but then a mischievous light appeared in her eyes.
- After all, a lady like that came to you ... Red-haired. And you hid from her.
She is still trying. I already had to blacklist her number on all phones.
- I think you should invite her over. And me at the same time! - Alla looked at her brother point-blank. - The game continues...