Family Weekdays
"Oh, darling! Is it really for me?! Is this finally my wedding gift?!!" Violette theatrically clasped her hands under her bony chin and fluttered her eyelashes invitingly. Well, she thought it was inviting. Her husband had long found such gestures nauseating. But he endured it stoically.
"Will she ever get tired of this stupid joke!" he winced. But only in his thoughts! — "We've been married for eight years, and she's still waiting for a gift. Idiot!"
The sack at his feet stirred, shifting suspiciously. Inside, someone had apparently gotten their bearings and was briskly moving towards the exit from the veranda. Rudolf kicked the overly lively container:
— Stay down!
The last thing I need is to miss dinner.Violette sighed loudly, resigning herself to the thought that her husband didn't seem mature enough for a wedding gift yet. Well, she'd have to wait...
— Who did you catch? I hope not a student? The last one was so pickled. — The woman wrinkled her long, slightly hooked nose at the unpleasant memory. — Only you and Abel were pleased — saved so much on wine... And even the bone broth made my head so foggy... — Violette smiled, remembering her adventures "under the influence" — But then again, we had fun, didn't we, darling?
Darling grimaced quite openly now. Yeah, fun. But for whom? Just as he and his brother had relaxed, heartily snacking on ribs in their own alcoholic juice, the incomparable Violette appeared in her negligee with the idea of immediately fulfilling her marital duties. Like, her husband had been neglecting them for months, and she's a young woman, she needs... And her brother-in-law being there was no hindrance at all. He could watch — that even turned her, Violette, on. Or maybe even participate, help his older brother.
Abel, faced with these prospects, immediately slid under the table and pretended to be dead drunk there. Luckily, he didn't have to pretend much — he was well on his way. But he, Rudolf, barely managed to fend off his persistent wife. She was even ready to use an unconscious body — her eyes lit up, she started babbling about some girlfriend who taught her this... It'll even get a dead man up. And the brothers weren't even dead. Surely theirs would. Yes, definitely, it'll get up! The girlfriend reassured her. The main thing is that they don't resist too much.
Anyway, he somehow calmed the aroused lady down then. Forced a glass of alcohol down her throat — no matter how she resisted, with her nose pinched she couldn't not swallow, and she immediately passed out. He even sobered up from the excitement he'd experienced. Had to gnaw on a couple more ribs.
And by the way, the next morning Abel looked somewhat gloomy, quickly packed up and left. Even ran away. Rudolf decided then that he was suffering from a hangover — who knows what those students drink and mix. But now he doubted. Maybe Violette, while her husband slept, did conduct her erection experiment after all?
The sack, meanwhile, made a new escape attempt. Rudolf kicked it harder.
— Oh, come on, darling, what students? I'm a law-abiding man — honestly bought a death row inmate from prison. A murderer, poisoned his brother for the inheritance. Young, juicy, took care of his health. Even went to the gym! Did swimming! Not a drop of fat, all meat. I'll tenderize him properly now, and then you'll fry up some fresh meat. Huh?!
Violette clapped her hands in admiration. erotic stories She generally thought she had beautiful hands and never missed a chance to demonstrate it.
The inhabitant of the sack didn't like the described future. He let out a guttural howl and began to thrash about wildly from side to side.
— Hey, you! Don't ruin our mood and appetite! — Now, to kick the sack, Rudolf had to chase it all over the veranda.
What an inconsiderate bastard! Couldn't he die with dignity, calmly, on a specially laid-out oilcloth. Now he'd have to pick pieces of fabric out of the carcass. And why do they sell them in clothes? They should leave the rags in prison, give them to the poor later. Or even sell them cheap. They observe propriety! And now he has extra hassle.
Finally, getting the hang of it, he kicked the sack especially well. The fugitive jerked and went still, and a red puddle began to spread across the clean floor, washed by Violette that morning. The woman gasped in dismay.
— Why are you standing there? Get a pot! There's at least five liters of blood in him. You like fried blood, don't you?
The wife instantly forgot about the mess on the floor and rushed to the kitchen for containers. Fresh fried blood — that's a delicacy. Tomorrow she could invite her girlfriends over, sit, chat over the treat. And brag about her provider husband. Yeah! Half of them aren't married at all. And the others' husbands, at best, drag home some vagrant a couple of times a year. Or a student who's had too much. In a word, pah, not a catch.
Now Rudolf — that's a different matter! This is already the third time this year he's procured human meat. And that student was the most worthless. Violette winced, as if actually smelling how his innards reeked of alcohol. And then she even smiled, remembering how long and thick her husband's brother's member was. And Lena was right — it turned out to be quite easy to raise it to battle readiness with tongue and lips. And then she, Violette, played the Amazon, riding the hot stallion. You can't ride Rudy like that — her legs aren't long enough for his vast body. And in bed he's gotten completely lazy — a couple of times a year, reluctantly, he shoves his not-very-hard member into her. But he huffs and puffs as if he's never seen harder work. He'll jerk behind her, grabbing her slender hips, quickly finish, and with a sense of duty done, start snoring next to her. And she then wonders — has she stopped being attractive, or can't he do more?
Oh well. But he has other merits. And actually, she should invite Abel over again. Let him work for his brother's benefit, for family peace.
After the student, Rudolf also brought a girl. Young, appetizing. A bit too fatty. But they rendered so much lard from her — they're still using it, it's been three months already. And there's still a barrel of salted meat left. Well, that's for winter, in reserve. And her husband butchered her himself then. Violette only now suspected — probably didn't want her to realize: he fucked the girl first. And only then used her for provisions.
One good thing — in the end, he was trying for the family, for his beloved wife. Wasn't he? They've been married for eight years, and they live in perfect harmony. And how else would they live. Then Violette would complain to her dad. And dad is nothing like Rudolf — older, more experienced, and much stronger. He could turn her husband himself into sausage and find a new one for his daughter. But she likes Rudy — handsome, calm character, tolerates Violette without complaint. And his brother is good, especially in the male department. She must, she must invite him over. We'll invite him tomorrow.
— Darling, we need to get some good wine. Or vodka. Or even better, an alcohol tincture — with pepper and fly agarics! You go to the store, buy some. We can invite Abel over for the occasion. I'll treat the girls. Go on, go. I'll clean the carcass in the meantime. And start butchering. Grab some salt while you're at it, we're running out.
Rudolf went to stock up on alcohol. He roughly guessed his wife's plans, but wasn't going to hinder her. It's fine, Abel likes bony ones like her. He'll please Viola, it won't diminish him. And his father-in-law, if his daughter is satisfied, throws in some money too. He could buy himself and Abel such hunting gear! He just saw some in the store recently. Rudolf smiled dreamily, displaying his impressive fangs. Some old woman recoiled from him, darted to the other side of the street, almost getting hit by a car. What an old fool, who needs her! He's not his own enemy, to openly violate the hunting law. There's still a long time until the curfew from three to four in the morning.