A story I want to forget.

The story I want to tell happened to me on May 2nd. Since I had a workday on the 1st, my work colleague and I decided to celebrate the past holiday. Right after our shift, which ended at twelve noon, we headed to a cafe. Settling into a corner of the hall, we got down to business, ordering a bottle of wine and some snacks. After sitting for about half an hour, a friend of my colleague came into the cafe. After sitting with us for a bit, he suggested we go to his place. He said the police were snooping around here, and it would be calmer and safer at his place. Grabbing our drinks, we went to his house. At his place, we sat down at a long table which

stood under a large canopy near the summer kitchen, from which his sister came out and joined us. About an hour later, his mother and father appeared at the gate. His father could barely move his feet, and without saying a word to us, they went into the house. Five minutes later, the mother came out of the house and also sat at the table. And when his grandmother came out of the house, I really regretted coming here. A crowd of people I didn't know, unlike my colleague. They were talking among themselves, paying no attention to me. I didn't really understand the point of their conversation either, occasionally glancing at the sister, who from the very first minute was silently paying attention to me—smiling, winking, and at one point, pretending she was hot, unbuttoned her blouse, half-exposing her breasts. Drinking the wine, I didn't notice how the grandmother, who hadn't refused a refill, disappeared. Then the mother left, and after a while, winking at me again and, as it seemed to me, nodding towards the kitchen from which she had appeared. Taking this as a hint and thinking she lived in that little kitchen, I decided to stop gulping the wine and waited for it to get dark so I could slip into bed with this not very attractive lady. When it got dark, a car pulled up to the house, and my colleague and his friend told me to wait for them here and left for the center to buy more drinks. That's when I realized the moment had come. They were gone for half an hour, and the grandmother and mother, quite drunk, were probably already asleep in the house. As soon as the sound of the car engine faded, I got up and went into the kitchen. Inside, it was quiet and dark, and strangely enough, it smelled like bread. Against the wall in the second room was a sofa. The sister was sleeping across it, her feet touching the floor. I nudged her, but she mumbled something, turned her head to the other side, and continued sleeping. I pulled her closer to the edge so she was on her knees by the bed. I lifted her dress and ran my hand in search of her panties to take them off, only to find she wasn't wearing any. She was probably waiting, I thought, and spreading her legs, lowering my pants, I stood between them. My dick was burning with tension, and without waiting for any action from her, I guided it between her legs, found her vagina, and entered her. I immediately felt warmth and wetness. Holding inside for about five seconds, I started moving, holding her by the hips. After a few thrusts, she woke up and rose above the bed, leaning on her elbows. After a couple of minutes, she started helping me, moving her body to meet my thrusts. Then she trembled, leaning back strongly from the sofa and pressing against me. Her stomach became swollen and firm, her back arched, and twitching spread all over her body, followed by a prolonged moan, after which she fell back onto the bed. I continued fucking, holding her by the hips, and a minute later, pressing against her, I came without pulling out. Standing like that for a bit, I pulled out of her, got dressed, and went out into the yard, fearing the return of those who had left. They arrived before I could even sit back at the table. Sitting at the table and drinking beer from a bottle, I was satisfied, telling myself—I shouldn't have regretted coming here; look how it turned out—I drank and fucked. Before I could finish drinking, the sound of the gate was heard, and from it, the sister's voice: "You're continuing without us," she said, heading towards us with her mother. "Where have you been?" said my colleague's friend. "On business," replied the sister, taking off her jacket and sitting at the table, while the mother headed into the house. I looked at the closing door to the house, then at the guy's sister. Could it be?—ran through my head. Holy shit, what a twist. And she was the same—warm, slippery, and tight.