Wait for us, grandpa

Wait for us, grandfather

Irka walked slowly around the house, looking at the dark log walls with involuntary respect. It's a family nest after all. Someone from her great-, great-, great-built. She carefully touched the warm, sun-warmed wood. Stacked into the frame three hundred years ago by plowmen who fled from Peter’s reforms, the thick, girth-sized oak trunks seemed to remain impervious to the very passage of time. Wars flared up and went out, entire states appeared and disappeared, and day after day they continued to protect their owners from the wind and bad weather, cracking and blackening on the outside, while still remaining rock-solid

inside.

Irka suddenly thought that her grandfather and this house were similar to each other. Gray-haired, with a sun-darkened, wrinkled face, hands twisted with “ropes” of veins and knots of muscles, wide palms broken by work, the grandfather is still a strong man, albeit beaten by life.

And the same as your home, unbending by time. Grandfather is nearly seventy, and Irka has never heard of him being sick in any way. In a light, loose-fitting shirt, loose pants, most often barefoot - this is how Irka always remembered her grandfather. In winter, of course, he dressed differently. But in winter you can’t get to your grandfather’s “estate” on any all-terrain vehicle.

Rounding the corner, Irka went out to the veranda. On the occasion of her arrival, the samovar puffs. It smells like pine cones, and on the table there is honey and grandfather’s bread, which you can eat instead of cake, wild raspberries, and homemade cottage cheese. Everything you can’t try in the city forever.

— It’s so hot. – Irka happily climbed into the cool shade of the veranda.

— Spirits. A big thunderstorm is brewing. – Looking sideways at the sky, the grandfather responded. - Yes, you’re still dressed like it’s not summer outside. Girls got into the habit of wearing these jeans, damn them, and soaring their asses in the heat. No, just to wear a light dress or a skirt. The body breathes, the legs look beautiful. Even a caress with a glance, even a stroke with your palm is pure pleasure.

- Grandfather, this pleasant experience is probably of no use to you, no matter what. Just memories.

Having celebrated her eighteenth birthday, Irka decided that she had received the right to “adult” conversations, which sometimes caused dissatisfaction with her parents. But grandfather Yegor did not read morality to his impudent granddaughter.

- Try it, little berry. – He suggested slyly. - Give me a little hand and hold me tenderly.

The eloquent gesture that accompanied the grandfather’s words left no doubt about how and what Irka should hold on to.

- Grandfather! – Irka snorted indignantly. - I’m your granddaughter!

- Well, the granddaughter is not a Bug, but a person like everyone else. – Grandfather Yegor grinned and, looking into Irka’s rounded eyes in amazement, explained condescendingly. “Here, Irka, such deeds are not particularly considered a sin.” Our edges are still a bearish angle. And in the old days it was completely wilderness.

The race will settle on the earth, but for many miles around you will not meet a person. Where can young third-party brides and grooms find? So sometimes it turned out that the sister married her brother, but the father and daughter sinned. Cousins ​​are completely self-explanatory. So this won’t confuse anyone even now. In the immediate area, everyone has even a drop of blood and relatives.

— Nevermind! “Irka forgot about tea.” “It turns out that you could be both my grandfather and my father at once?!”

- Well, there has been no need for such and such for a long time. – The grandfather shrugged his broad shoulders. – But to try to see if my daughter turned out okay, that’s another matter.

- So what, you and my mom just like that?!

- So why not easily? They are their own people after all. – Grandfather shrugged again.

- Oh crap!!! – Irka, pressing her palms to her burning cheeks, not believing what she heard, shook her head.

- Yes, don’t worry so much. – Grandfather Yegor affectionately patted Irka on the top of his head. “They just live their customs everywhere.” Here, a guy and a girl can live together without any stamp in their passport and without parental consent, but somewhere they can easily kill you for this. And there are places, I’ve heard, where the right of the first night has been preserved. But somewhere else this doesn’t happen.

- So somewhere. – Irka sighed. - And then here, my relatives.

- Great importance. “Egor, taking a cup of cooled tea from his granddaughter, poured her some hot tea. “Here, everyone decides for themselves, they don’t force things.” Drink and don't worry about it.

After tea, Irka got ready to go swimming. Having changed her clothes, she appeared on the veranda in a short dress, only her buttocks were covered, and flip-flops on her bare feet.

- Well, there you go. That's another matter! – The grandfather, looking at his granddaughter, slapped her approvingly on her tight ass and, without any embarrassment, ran his palm over the back of her thighs. - To the lake?

- Yeah.

Oddly enough, the grandfather’s unequivocal freedom did not anger or offend Irka at all. On the contrary, backed up by action, sincere approval seemed natural to her and even, unexpectedly, pleasant.

- You go to the nearest one. - Her grandfather advised her. – It’s too long to walk back from the distance. I feel a thunderstorm moving somewhere nearby. Otherwise, wait, Natka should return from Sosnovka, you’ll run away together.

That's how it turns out. My cousin also came to see my grandfather. I wonder how long ago?

- Just yesterday. Yes, her mother told her to buy some herbs from our witch, and Pashka was just leaving this morning. They'll be back soon. So will you wait?

- Nope. I'll do it better again later.

Irka didn’t stay. And I didn’t go to the nearby body of water. Even if it’s nearby, there are people milling about all the time. And after her grandfather’s revelations, she wanted to be alone, to somehow digest it all. A good walk is just what you need. An hour of walking and a deserted shore, without a single person, became for Irka a well-deserved reward for the long journey. Besides everything, Irka had long dreamed of swimming and sunbathing naked, and here was her chance. On the beach, among people, you can’t really take off your clothes. Unless you're topless, and if you don't mind that every second person is staring at you. And here is freedom! The distant lake is also good because the approaches to it are open. From afar you will see if someone is walking across the field, you will have time to get dressed calmly.

Once again, just in case, looking around, Irka threw off everything to the last thread and for a long time splashed with pleasure in the clean, cool water, enjoying the unusual sensations of her naked body. Great! Swimming naked is beyond praise! Finally, Irka climbed ashore and freely stretched out on a wide towel. Fine.

Walking and swimming calmed her down. Now Irka honestly tried to understand the chaotic thoughts that gripped her. The sudden shock of what she heard passed, and what her grandfather told her no longer seemed to her to be something transcendental, extraordinary. It’s just a facet of adult life unknown to her before. Yes, on the one hand, she always knew that this was bad, that it was reprehensible. On the other hand, it turns out that there are people, and not just any people, but people close to her, who think completely differently. And she, too, can cross the line, experience the sensations of closeness with a relative unknown to others.

The unusualness of the situation teased Irka, simultaneously frightening her with the unfamiliarity and alluring her with the sweetness of the forbidden fruit. Here it is, please. Come and take it freely. Irka, suddenly, clearly, as if seeing, imagined her grandfather studying with her mother in her current room, on that very bed. Mom, legs spread wide, lies on her back, long hair scattered across the pillow. And the grandfather, leaning on his hands, covered her and entered with sharp, strong thrusts. And the mother, shuddering, moves towards him, and her breasts bounce in time with the “beats”, and both of them breathe noisily and heavily, and...

Irka, sitting up and opening her eyes, had difficulty curbing her wild imagination. But she can do this too. And what? I came alone, without my parents, no one would forbid me, no one would interfere. And he won't know anything. It's too late to worry about innocence. Although she has little experience, she has, as they say, already done it. So... Oops! Irka pressed her palms to her face. My cheeks were on fire.

Irka quickly swam to the shore, hearing the heavy grumbling of a thundercloud behind her. A sharp gust of wind, urging her on, whipped the girl emerging from the water on her wet back. But she was in a hurry anyway. It’s not very pleasant on a forest road in a thunderstorm, but to remain a lonely target on the lake...

The slanting jets of an unexpectedly cold downpour overtook her halfway to the forest. They hit me with wet tight ropes on my back, shoulders, bare legs, and then merged into one continuous wall of water. And that was just the beginning. A thunderclap split the sky overhead. A bright, snaking flash went into the blue of the lake. One more. Fortunately for Irka, the thunderstorm was moving a little to the side, not threatening her with lightning, but the downpour took its toll on the girl as best it could.

The road underfoot turned into a solid puddle. Irka, in her slippers, kept slipping. The dress, soaked through, clung disgustingly to the body, chilling with every step. It was pouring from above so that streams of water ran down my stomach and butt, right under the fabric. But worse than that, there was a prickly, unsummer chilly wind. Having gone seriously wild in the field, he became completely mad in a narrow forest clearing. His piercing gusts angrily whipped the girl, trying to knock her off her feet, mercilessly taking away those crumbs of warmth that Irka still had. It was still a lot of sawing and sawing before she got home, but she was no longer able to get a tooth on her teeth. Irka, chillily clutching her shoulders wrapped in a wet towel, hurried home with all her might.

Still far? Irka no longer had the strength to endure this refrigerator. I did it for myself, you fool! At least get lost now. What is this? Ahead, through the muddy veil of falling water, a dark figure appeared. Grandfather! Exactly. Looking like a wet, angry gnome in his pointed raincoat, grandfather Yegor hurried to meet his granddaughter.

— I knew I was going to hit the long range! “He muttered grumpily, hastily pulling out a dry cloak from his bosom and quickly wrapping it around the girl.

- S-save-io. – Irka gratefully buried her head in her grandfather’s shoulder. The jumping lips were not yet obeying, but Irka was already coming to life. A heavy, dense raincoat, almost reaching to her toes, reliably covered her from both the evil wind and the pouring rain.

The clothes, of course, have not become drier, but this is no longer so scary. Let's break through!

- Don’t stand there, come on. – The grandfather pushed the girl in the back. - Go home quickly and warm up.

- I’m coming. “Irka, ahead of her grandfather, splashed along the path.

- Run to the bathhouse immediately. – Over the noise of the rain, the grandfather shouted after him. - It was just heated yesterday, it hasn’t cooled down yet. The water is hot...

It was really warm in the bathhouse. Even in the waiting room. The chilled Irka, throwing her raincoat on the hanger, tore off her sticky dress and hurriedly rushed into the broom-smelling bathhouse twilight. Ah-ah-ah! Well, that's how it is! Of course, there won’t be enough heat to steam, but you can warm up as much as you want. Irka, having filled the gang with hot water that had to be diluted, poured it all over herself in one fell swoop. More. Well, that's better. Irka grabbed the second bunch and settled down on a bench, putting her feet in a basin of water and slowly pouring water on herself from another. Bliss!

The grandfather burst into the dressing room, noisily shaking off his raincoat.

- Well, it’s pouring. “He muttered and knocked lightly on the door. - How are you doing, icicle? Thawed?

- Come on. – A terry towel flew into the slightly opened door. “Wrap yourself up, I’ll come in for a minute.”

Irka found it funny that her grandfather didn’t bother with her. After today's stories about freedom of morals in a single family, he would rather go into the steam room without any ceremony than stomp under the door. And here is Versailles. To tease or what? Having quickly built a kind of turban on herself, as they usually do after washing her hair, Irka leaned out. True, showing only the shoulders.

- So get wrapped up, grandpa?

- Ko-oza! – Grandfather Yegor grinned, looking at his naughty granddaughter, and, stepping closer, pulled the door towards himself. – You can do that, since you’re not afraid to sparkle with charms.

Awww! This was not planned! Irka, hastily jumping back, blinked her eyes in confusion at the entering grandfather. It was too late to rush around, tearing the towel off my head in order to somehow cover myself. Now sit on the bench, the goods are on display. Irka only brought her knees closer together so that she wouldn’t appear as visible in front of her grandfather as in a shop window. However, he didn’t bother to make his granddaughter blush, studying the details. He looked at him with a male gaze, of course, and then snorted mockingly:

- What a good moment. Now I wish I could hit my bare ass with a rod so that I could listen to my elders another time.

And immediately the tension that had begun to arise lifted, and Irka somehow relaxed. Well, just think, I found myself naked in front of a man. Yes, in the bathhouse too. Great importance! She still pulled the towel off her head, but did not wrap herself in it to cover herself. I just threw it over my shoulders. The grandfather, meanwhile, poured half a glass of a tea-like tincture that smelled strongly of herbs from a dark flat bottle and handed it to his granddaughter.

— Have a drink to warm yourself up from the inside. It's bittersweet, really. But be patient. Then you will manage without a cold.

The tart liquid slightly burned my throat, but, in general, it was not too strong and not at all disgusting. But inside Irka, it was as if a fire had caught fire. There was even perspiration. But my head, despite my fears, remained clear.

— Put your feet down. “The grandfather moved the pile of hot water to the bench and straightened up, leaning slightly on his granddaughter’s shoulder. - Warm yourself up. I’ll go get some dry food and stir up the samovar.

- Wait, eh. – Irka covered her grandfather’s paw with her palm. - Sit with me.

Still, some piquancy of the current situation provoked the girl, setting her thoughts in a certain way.

- Tell me... did you also have it with your mother’s sisters, well, with Aunt Lena and Lyuda?

The grandfather, sitting down next to her, looked at his granddaughter with mocking interest.

- It’s amazing how you were taken. Exactly who stabs you in the ass with an awl. Was with someone, was not... Well, what do you think?

Irka, in general, has no illusions about the answer. Grandfather tried them all. And no one said a word, not even a hint. It's called relatives!

- Grandfather. – She faltered slightly, gathering her courage. - Grandfather, what is it like when you’re with your own people?

- Yes, the same as with other others. If both want it, then it’s good for both. You already had it with the guys, I guess?

Irka hesitated and nodded.

- Well, then, you know how it is. – Yegor winked mischievously at his granddaughter. - Sweet.

In the dressing room, the door suddenly slammed, and a clear, girlish voice was heard.

- Hey, people. Where are you?

- So Natka has returned. And good. – Grandfather turned towards the voice. - Here we are, come in.

- Ahh, we found it. And I'm calling, calling.

A short, slender girl in a short summer dress flew into the steam room like a whirlwind. Slapping loudly on the floor with her bare feet, she rushed to hug Irka.

- Hello, sister! Welcome.

- Hello! – Irka joyfully hugged the girl who plopped down next to her. – Have you returned?

- Yeah. – Nata looked around the crowd with a curious look. – What are you doing here anyway?

- Yes, here it is. - Grandfather grinned. “Right before the thunderstorm, our clever girl came up with the idea of ​​going for a long swim.” Let's warm it up now.

- Poor guy. I was scared in the car. – Natasha, getting up from the bench, pulled off her dress. - If so, I’ll end up too. There is dust in Pashka's UAZ.

Under the dress there were only symbolic panties. Having pulled them off and thrown the clothes into the dressing room, the girl was left, like Irka, naked. To the surprise of the latter, Natka did not show the slightest sign of embarrassment to her grandfather sitting next to her. Calmly walking to the tank, she began to draw water as if washing with it was something ordinary for her. Irka had not yet had time to comprehend why suddenly, when Natasha turned around and glanced mischievously at the old man.

- Grandfather, have you already registered your sister or is she still going unattended?

Irka literally heard a click, with which a mosaic formed in her head. That's why Natasha is so easy. She already does too. Everyone except her. Well, family! What does she need now? Like a white crow? Or …? She looked back at the old man. Egor dropped his wide palm with a slap onto his granddaughter’s thigh.

- Yes, she just found out today that this happens. Unusual, I guess. He'll probably come to you with questions today. Maybe it will solve something.

And, grinning, he added, getting up: “The collective farm is a voluntary matter.”

- Why ask? – Natka deftly knocked over the gang. - You have to try. Moreover, everything is already ready, just throw off the towel.

- What now? Here? – Irka looked at her dumbfounded.

— Why not? That bottom shelf is convenient. My grandfather was on it for the first time and... that. Do you want it on the table in the dressing room? Great too. Or should I definitely give you a bed?

- Yes, no. I... I... just somehow immediately...

Irka wanted. To be honest, I wanted to. The unusualness of the situation teased and excited her. And she, perhaps, would be ready to make up her mind. It's just all too fast somehow.

— Well, why right away? We'll play first.

Natasha went up to her grandfather and began to unbutton his shirt. Having exposed the man to the waist, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. As it turned out, grandfather Yegor did not wear panties. Ирка с интересом разглядывала оказавшийся прямо перед лицом Наташки дедов инструмент. Вялой стариковской тряпочкой он никак не выглядел, вполне заинтересованно на девушку «смотрел».

Меж тем ствол деда Егора уже полностью набрал мощь и силу, твердо глядя вперед. Крепкий и несгибаемый, как его хозяин. Наташкин ротик уже не вмещал всей величины и обрабатывал в основном головку, то посасывая её, то дразня язычком. Ирка медленно потянула с плеч полотенце. Любовная игра манила ее и звала к себе, но она никак не могла решиться сделать первый шаг. Натка, видимо заметив ее движение, отстранилась от мужчины и, держа в руке блестящий от слюны и смазки стержень, обернулась к Ирке.

— Ну, хочешь к нам, или так и будешь сидеть?

Девушка была уже заметно возбуждена. В голосе появилась хрипотца, дыхание участилось. Башенки небольшой груди заострились, призывно глядя вперед. Ирка, невольно сравнив себя с сестрой, с удовлетворением отметила, что ее собственный бюст выглядит куда привлекательней. Хотя Натка, конечно, стройнее.

— Хочу.

Ирка не узнала собственный голос, такая в нем прозвучала смесь, любопытства, желания и неуверенности. Только б не струсить!

Наташка выпустила игрушку деда, и тот шагнул к Ирке. Девушка хотела опуститься вниз, как Ната, но дед Егор удержал ее на лавке. Встав вплотную, так что Ирке пришлось широко развести ноги, он оказался прямо перед ней. Теперь девушка сидела перед ним вся нараспашку, а твердый, мужской, с прожилками вен ствол едва не касался губ Иры. Руки деда легли ей на плечи, затем скользнули ниже, находя грудь. Широкие мужские ладони целиком накрыли Иркины полушария, смяли упругие формы, оцарапали шершавой кожей нежные вершины заострившихся сосков, открыли девичьей груди простор и снова взяли ее в плен, заставив девушку застонать от наслаждения.

Наташка, подойдя сзади, обняла деда и, прижимаясь к нему всем телом, начала ласкать его игрушку, а затем осторожно провела ею по Иркиным губам. Ира послушно открыла рот, и влажно поблескивающий поршень вошел внутрь. Губы и язык девушки обняли желанную игрушку и заскользили по ней взад и вперед. Первые сосательные движения были осторожными, неуверенными, но с каждой секундой Ира все больше увлекалась процессом. Играющие с яйцами деда перед самыми глазами Ирки пальчики Наты завораживали, возбуждая все сильнее и сильнее. Ирка сдвинулась на лавке вперед, прижимаясь киской к ноге мужчины, попка елозила по лавке, размазывая скользкие капельки протекшей смазки.

— М-м-м-м. – Доносилось из ее занятого ротика.

Наташка тоже терлась киской о деда, обхватывая его ногу бедрами, скользя по ней словно вдоль шеста. Дед завел руку за спину, нашаривая Наткины ягодицы и прижимая девчушку к себе.

— Ну, хорошие, кто первая?

Наташка, со вздохом сожаления, выскользнула из дедовых объятий.

— Пусть Ирка. У нее с тобой еще не было.

— Пусть так. – Егор, шагнув назад, потянул за собой внучку.

Поняв, чего от нее хотят, Ирка перебралась с лавки на широкий, потемневший от времени полок и легла поперек, опираясь плечами о стену. Дед, подойдя, подхватил ее ножки и, разведя, устроил себе на плечи. Затем подтянул чуть поближе девичью попку, нависнув прямо над внучкой.

Его прямой, подрагивающий от возбуждения стержень жадно взглянул прямо на увлажненную желанием Иркину сокровищницу, потянулся к ней. Well, that's it. Сейчас меня дедушка … Ирка, ойкнув про себя, закрыла глаза, чувствуя, как гость входит в двери ее домика. Хорошо смазанные створки легко и гостеприимно распахнулись перед вошедшим.

Твердый, упругий поршень, не задержавшись на пороге, уверенно двинулся вперед, стремясь добраться до самого донышка женского колодца. Ирка вскрикнула, когда он достиг цели, замерла, чувствуя обратное движение игрушки в тесных объятиях своей пещерки, и начала двигаться в такт мужчине, встречая его атаки и отступая одновременно с ним.

Широкие ладони накрыли ее грудь. Ирка блаженно застонала. Дедов «экспресс» раз за разом прибывал на «конечную станцию», заставляя нежные стеночки внучкиного «тоннеля» сжиматься в сладких судорогах, предвестниках идущей следом волшебной волны наслаждения. Той самой, что, перехватывая дыхание, заставляет вспыхнуть перед глазами звезды и, проливаясь драгоценным дождем внутри пещерки, оповещает о своем прибытии криком блаженства. И Ирка чувствовала уже, чувствовала ее.

Дед двигался не столь быстро, как молодые парни, но ровно и сильно. И именно это равномерное, ритмичное движение, эта повторяющаяся и повторяющаяся ласка кружили голову, заставляя забыть обо всем кроме скользящего внутри неутомимого поршня и желать, желать, чтобы он не останавливался.

Ирка начала тихонько постанывать. Низ живота наливался знакомой уже тяжестью предшествующей желанному «извержению», грудь под дедушкиными ладонями, вздымалась в такт учащающемуся дыханию. Сбоку Ира почувствовала движение. Кинув взгляд, она увидела забравшуюся рядом Натку. Та, приоткрыв рот, глядела как раз за разом входит в Ирку мужской стержень. Подтянутые к груди ноги девушки были разведены, ладошка торопливо скользила вдоль киски. Один из пальчиков то и дело исчезал во влажной глубине, отчего плоский животик слегка вздрагивал. Дышала Наташка быстро и прерывисто.

— Я вот-вот кончу. – Выдохнула Ирка.

— Я, кажется, тоже.

Дед продолжал. Свободная Наташкина ладонь, вдруг, нашарила Иркину, с силой сжав ее. Попка девчонки задергалась, елозя по доскам, бедра сомкнулись, стискивая лежащую на киске ладошку.

— О-о-о. – Раздался ее голос. – О-о-о-о…

Но Ирке было уже не до Наташки. Поднявшийся из глубин ее пещерки поток любовной влаги рвался наружу. Ровно и мощно скользящий внутри молот с каждым ударом разрушал сдерживающую его плотину. Еще несколько атак … Выплеснувшаяся волна накрыла ее с головой, затопив изнутри и снаружи. Кажется, Ирка кричала. Она не была уверена. На несколько секунд для нее все исчезло. Остался только дедушкин ствол раз за разом выраставший в саду ее наслаждения, а Ирка поливала его своим горячим и сладким соком.

Наконец, в глазах прояснилось. Дед Егор все так же размеренно двигался в ее мокренькой и скользкой киске. Уже отдышавшаяся Наташка сидела рядом, по-прежнему держа Ирку за руку.

— Ну, ты улетаешь! – Завистливо глянула она на сестренку. – Мне бы так.

— Давай меняться. Пусть дедуля и тебя на небеса отправит.

— Давай. Я уже снова хочу. Знаешь, смотреть, как трахаются, здорово возбуждает. А если еще и кончают как ты. Ну, это вообще круче порно.

— Ладно тебе. – Покосилась на нее Ирка. – Дед, я уже. Теперь Наткина очередь.

— Вижу, что уже. – Усмехнулся Егор, подмигивая внучке. – Сок течет, как из спелой ягоды.

— Ну, что вы оба дразнитесь? – Смутилась Ирка. – Я же не виновата, что мне было так хорошо.

— Только было? – Наклонился к ней дед. – А сейчас уж и нет?

— Ой, да!

Ирка с удивлением почувствовала, что продолжающиеся движения дедовой игрушки родили вторую сладкую волну, поспешно поднимающуюся следом за первой.

— Ой! Ната, подожди. Me now. Деда! More! Ой-й!

Бедра девушки вздрогнули. Низ живота выгнулся навстречу деду. Ooo. Второй финиш не был столь бурным, но все же в глазах потемнело. Ира расслабленно откинулась на стену.

— Вот теперь можно и к Наташке заглянуть.

Дед отступил, опуская с плеч ноги девушки. Его поршень с мягким хлюпаньем покинул гостеприимную Иркину пещерку. Натаха уже ждала, поднимая раздвинутые ножки навстречу гостю. Теперь Ирка, забравшись с ногами на полок, глядела, как дедушка имеет Наташку.

Женские роли поменялись, а исполнитель мужской все также, без устали продолжал свою «работу». Натка уже один раз полила его ствол пришедшим с вершин страсти дождем и, судя по вновь участившемуся дыханию и резким движениям навстречу, была близка к следующему. Ира удивлялась выносливости деда. Немногие из молодых смогли бы столько без перерыва, а он будто и не устал даже. Натренировался … на родственничках. Вот будет смешно, если он, правнучек дождавшись, еще и из них кого-нибудь трахнет.

— Кончать-то в кого из вас можно, нет? – Прервал ее мысли дед. – А то вот-вот уж.

— Нет! – Хором заявили Натка с Ириной. - No need!

— Тогда по-другому помогайте.

Ирка, понимая, о чем он, слезла вниз и встала возле деда на колени. Она ждала, что и Наташка присоединится к ней, но та вцепилась в руку мужчины, удерживая его.

— Дедушка, чуть-чуть еще! Я уже сейчас. Oh! More. Я … Я … А-а-а-а!

Накрывшая девушку сладостная волна на какое-то время вывела ее из игры. Наташка растеклась на досках в блаженной истоме, а Ирка поняла, что торопливо выходящего из внучки и поворачивающегося к ней деда, ей придется принимать одной. Задержавшийся в Натке ствол не донес весь боезапас до ждущего ротика. Выстрел белых брызг широкой россыпью украсил Иркину грудь. Девушка вздрогнула от неожиданности, но сумела все же принять финиширующий, жаждущий последней ласки член. Она старательно сосала его, а он, вздрагивая от прикосновений губ и язычка, выстреливал одну за другой горьковатые капли мужского старания. Ирка порадовалась, что первый залп прошел мимо, иначе бы ей ни за что столько не проглотить.

— О-ох-х. – Простонал дед Егор, наконец, завершая свой фейерверк.

Ирка выпустила его игрушку. Постепенно увядающий ствол был уже не столь красив, но еще сохранял вполне приличный вид. Ира, встав и набрав в ковшик воды, осторожно помыла его. Дед опустился на лавку и стал натягивать поднятые с пола штаны.

— К ночи-то еще на разок заглянете? – Оглядев внучек, поинтересовался он?

— Дед, ты серьезно? – Удивилась Ирка. – Ты же сейчас столько, и вечером снова?

— Ну, с молодыми мне не тягаться, но еще один заход одолею.

— Это еще вопрос, не тягаться ли. – Тихо, чтобы слышала одна Ирка, прошептала спустившаяся Натка, а громче добавила. – Конечно, придем. Только и ты нас тоже ласкать будешь. А то чего только мы у тебя отсасываем? А нам?

— Да легко. – Усмехнулся дед. – Еще погляжу, как ваши киски под моим языком «вспотеют».

Слова деда отозвались волнительной дрожью внизу живота. Ирка с удивлением прислушалась к своим ощущениям. Надо же, еще несколько часов назад она и не подозревала, что подобное вообще возможно, а сейчас ждет и хочет. Скорее бы.

— Пойду я. – Дед, натянув рубаху, встал. – Подходите следом, ужин собирать будем.

— Это мы мигом. – Отозвалась Наташка вслед уходящему деду. – Поужинать надо как следует. У нас на ночь большая некультурная программа.

Переглянувшись, внучки весело расхохотались. Жди нас, дедушка!