Airplanes

From the balcony of the neighboring house, a little boy launches paper airplanes. They glide over the courtyard for a long time and land wherever.

One day, an airplane flew onto my balcony. The next day, another one arrived. I noticed the third one in the grass, went down, and picked it up.

The kid is tearing up someone's old notes, and scraps of them end up with me.

1

…on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Mother and dad were in armchairs nearby. A movie started. Masha came out, spun around, and lay down next to me, resting her head on my chest, and I folded my hands over her.

When the characters on screen started hugging and kissing, hard little bumps swelled up under my fingers. Thinking that

my sister was just cold, I politely moved my hands aside. But Masha immediately returned them to their place and, through the thin chintz of her robe, pressed them firmly against her hardened nipples. Slightly moving my fingers, I mechanically fidgeted with the protruding little peas. Masha froze, and after a while, she abruptly got up and left.

I was going to finish watching the movie, but in the morning, my sister and I had to go to school, and mom sent me off to bed.

Quietly entering our room, I approached Masha's bed and in the darkness saw my sister's open eyes.

— Mash, I'm sorry.

— It's okay. I asked for it myself. And… it was the first time I got so turned on. I even got scared.

— Uh… Wanna do it again? — I put my hand on Masha's chest.

— Don't. — my sister sighed and removed my hand. — Or you might start liking it too.

— Good night, sis.

— Good night, brother…

2

…mom will give me hell if she finds out.

— She won't find out. Come on, Mash.

— Forget it, bro. And let's not fight. Tonka was right, you'll start peeping on me and jerking off to me. — my sister sighed. — I wanted something too, but you won't be my boyfriend, and I'll decide myself how to handle you. Okay?

Masha was absolutely right, and I couldn't argue.

But in the evening, by the TV, yesterday's events unexpectedly repeated. Our parents weren't in the room, and Masha skillfully guided a few of my fingers under her robe.

Later, as I was falling asleep.

— Come here. — my sister called from behind the wardrobe.

I got up and went over. In the light of the streetlamp, I saw Masha's naked body. Having thrown off the blanket, she lay there in just her panties, looking at me.

— This is what I look like. Look. And don't peep anymo…

3

…from the Astrakhan melon-and-tomato student work brigade, instead of the fair-skinned brunette Masha, her negative returned. Hair bleached white and a face dried and darkened. Slender and sharp.

After hugging everyone hello upon arrival, Masha, behind the wardrobe, stripped off all her clothes and, wrapping herself in a towel, went to the bathroom.

— Wow, look at you. I'm gonna start peeping now. — I joked.

— Nah… Now you're gonna scrub my back. — Masha joked back.

Without closing the door behind her, my sister turned on the shower.

— Well, where are you. — her voice sounded. — Come on in.

I entered. Standing under the streams of water, Masha was adjusting the pressure.

— Holy geometry, triangles on spheres. — I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

On my sister's blackened body, summer triangles shone brightly white.

— Well, yeah… All summer I had four items on me: two rags on my body and two rubber bands on my feet. Awesome, right? — my sis spun around — That's why I called you. Couldn't resist.

— Well, had a good look? Wash me for once in your life.

With a washcloth, and where possible just my hand, I washed all of Masha and stop…

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…ped before the last part of her body.

— Be bolder, bro. — Masha spread her legs to make it easier for me to wash her crotch. And when my fingers started moving over her lips, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and my little sister made a movement as if trying to impale herself on them.

— Wow. Summer changed you.

— You have no idea how.

Masha took my hand and fitted her slit onto my index finger. First one knuckle disappeared between her lips, then the second…

— Feel it? — my sister asked.

— Nope… — I mumbled, stunned.

— And you won't feel it. — said Masha — Because it's not there.

And my sis shoved my finger all the way into her pussy.

— Damn, you really spent the summer…

But, who knows, maybe someday I'll collect the whole notebook from which the kid is tearing out sheets of paper.