I was then ten years old. I don't remember exactly now. No worries or problems to you. From early morning until late evening, they ran with the neighbors' guys on the street and played different games. Then they went to swim in the pond and play again. Sometimes with the parents or with the grandmother we went to the forest for mushrooms or berries, but this was not so often and we did it with pleasure. I knew all the forests around our village very well and of course what and where on what field it grows. We especially liked to run with the guys on the pea field, it seemed so delicious to us then.

The holidays began, and the summer was pretty hot. We already in May bathed and ran in shorts or swimming trunks. That year, one boy of about the same age as I came to visit our neighbors, well, if a little older. He lived in the city and his parents brought his grandfather and grandmother on vacations, while they themselves went somewhere to rest. I do not even remember what his exact name was, so let him be Pasha. So we were introduced, and since he did not know anything about village life, I gladly showed him everything everywhere and we always began to walk and play together, and also to bathe. One day, after another bathing, Pasha pulled off his swimming trunks and began to press them, glancing around. Previously, he did it, but not often turned his head, and then it was as if his head was spinning in different directions. My gaze slid over his figure and settled on his protruding pussy. It happened to me too, but only in the mornings, when I wanted to write after sleep and I always ran to the toilet. Immediately after bathing and in broad daylight, and I did not suspect anything, because I did not know then what it was from him, I told him.

- Pash, there is no one around that you are crawling, go and get there.

Pasha turned to me and answered.

- Yes, I do not want to piss, it's me who I do not know why it is worth it.

- Who is he - I asked.

- Who, who - said Pasha and pointed his finger at his pisyun.

- This is not he, she, pipiska - I answered him.

- Well, you and the village - Pasha laughed and began to explain everything to me in a popular way.

Only then I realized that I did not know a lot of things and did not understand, although sometimes I heard in conversations from adults and among high school students. I was uncomfortable and even ashamed to hear such details, and I looked down and began to look dully in front of me in the sand. Meanwhile, Pashka sat down beside me and continued to explain everything to me, took his pisyun in his hand and began to move it, then exposing the head, then closing it again with a wrinkled skin. It became interesting to me and I slightly turned in his direction and began to watch him. I didn’t feel anything then and didn’t feel it, and even the desire to repeat or try something didn’t appear. Just had some kind of interest and all.

A few days later everything happened again, and now Pashka, without warning or embarrassing me, looked around and took off his swimming trunks, began to pull his pisyun again.

- Why are you tugging him again? - I asked.

- I just like it. What are you not jerking your own - asked Pasha.

- Like this? - I did not understand.

- Well, like that - and he clearly showed how he does it and I again began to look at him as he does it.

Something in me began to play and it even became somehow unusually good that my pisyun, too, began to be excited and soon got up like Pasha. He noticed this immediately and laughed.

- Well, you see, and your cock also wanted you to jerk him off - he answered.

I was embarrassed and even blushed, but Pasha did not lag behind. He pulled my trunks and threw them into the open field. Of course, if I got up and went to pick them up, no one would see me, but the knowledge that I was sitting on the bank of a pond in willow bushes was completely naked and I needed to walk a dozen meters to take my swimming trunks, very frightened. Pashka started grabbing me by sticking pisyun and showing me how to masturbate him. I tried hard to dodge him and ran out of the bushes by will or accident. The breeze showered me with its coolness and I was taken aback and did not know what to do. Toli run and pick up swimming trunks, toli go back to the bushes. The fright was stronger and I returned quickly to the bushes, where Pasha laughed at me and with all his strength pulled his penis. I saw his blue head open and disappear again, and my hand involuntarily reached for my pysyun. I held him close and clenched me into a fist, and began, as it were, to hide him and involuntarily move my hand.

“Well, bolder, bolder,” Pashka urged me.

Soon he somehow turned everything up and he stopped and stood for some time with his eyes closed, and then he sat down on the sand and exhaled.

- Well, what are you squeezing him there, let's more fun and go swimming - he said.

- How to swim, and my swimming trunks - I replied.

- Well, go and take them - said Pasha.

- I can not, suddenly someone sees - I replied.

- Well, what are you such a coward. Look, said Pashka, and having parted the bushes, he went completely naked into a clearing and, after walking about ten meters, lifted my swimming trunks and twisted them over his head, jumped a little and came back.

“Well, you see, and no one saw me there,” he replied, and along the aisle between the bushes, he headed straight for the water. I was shocked, but taking my swimming trunks, pulled them and also followed him. So we first swam, he was naked, and I in swimming trunks.

A few days later I was no longer afraid, and we together on the far backwater with Pasha were swimming naked. Though I sometimes felt shy, but the desire to join him and sitting against each other and jerking off his pussy felt, intensified each time. Pasha didn’t offer me anything else, but he didn’t feel shy about me anymore, and so soon we were jerking off together. We spent hours disappearing in the pond, and when we went into the forest, we separated from everyone and, finding young shoots of birch, hid there and pulled off our pants, funed our pysyuns. Sometimes we rubbed them so hard with pain that for a few days it was painful to touch them, but then everything repeated again.

A little more than a month passed, and 21 Volga drove up to the neighbors. Soon Pasha came running and told me.

- Everything, I'm leaving. Maybe next year see you.

- Come on, happily - I waved to him next.

The following year, the neighbors sold their house and also moved to the city. We never saw Pasha again, to this day. But the story does not end there, but only begins.

As soon as Pasha left, I began to miss him for some reason, and I often remembered him and missed him. Sometimes I forgot about him when we played and swam with the local guys, and when I was alone, I remembered and automatically started my hand in swimming trunks and slowly at first, and then I started to jerk my nervous pisyun more and more. Sometimes I went to our place and there, left alone, he took off his swimming trunks and jerked off until I was bored. Of course, my sperm was still not worked out, but the pleasant sensations sometimes covered me completely from head to toe, and I was pleased, and not knowing why.

In August, the water was already cool and classes were to start at school, and I began to go to the edge of the forest and there in the young birches to play with my restless pussy until I tortured him until he stopped standing or me This did not bother me.

The school year has come, and I have very little time left for these games. I hardly chose an hour or two to retire somewhere. And if I had to go away from home, then I had less time for everything about everything. At home I knew all the secluded places and I even had my own corner on the roof of the bath, and I decided to remake it. I spread out old rugs, and closed all the holes through which I could be seen, I often hid there, putting a textbook or a book near a box and pretending that I was just learning lessons, and I would lower my pants and play and squeeze your segment.

Winter came and I could no longer hide in the street, and I had to say no to myself, and only when I washed in the bath did I enjoy all the delights of onanism. I already knew what was called, and did not hesitate, neither my words nor my thoughts. I was looking forward to spring, and especially summer, in the hope that my friend Pashka would come to me, but disappointment came as early as May when the neighbors sold the house and left and I realized that Pashka would not return.

In the forest, everything was already green, and I began to disappear more often on the bank of the pond or in the forest not far from the house. Studying the district, I found more than a dozen secluded places for myself. I had four of those near the pond, where I was hiding in the bushes, I could lie there naked and passing by could not see me. Two places were on the trees, one at the fork of a huge willow and I could also watch everyone from a height of four meters there, and I was not visible among the branches, and the second was on a sprawling pine tree, on the edge of a small forest. From it all was a field in full view, and I often spent all my free time there. Two more beds I made myself among the young landings, in the thickest place and there were three places in my house, this is the attic in the bathhouse and on the houses and hayloft. So I always, depending on my free time, could disappear from the sight of my brother and sister and do what I liked most.

Somewhere in mid-June, when it was hot, and the coolest place was only on the shore of the pond or somewhere in the shade in the forest, I began to spend most of the day in my house on the branches of sprawling pine. It was convenient and there was a good shadow and a breeze on the tree blew from all sides. I resorted there as soon as I got rid of household chores and climbed to the top. After removing all the clothes, I hung them on the knots and sitting comfortably, playing with my eggs and pussy.

Having reached the point that I erased it to the corn, I was upset and did not know what to do, and then I remembered how Pashka threw my swimming trunks into a glade and not fearing anyone, then went and took them. I also wanted to do this, and I sat in thought, where it would be better to run naked. Looking around and making sure that the small wood was seen through, and it was clear that there was no one in it, I had the courage and began to slice off the tree, trying not to slide off and not hook on my protruding member for broken bitches. Although this forest was part of a large forest, it seemed to cut into a huge field like an acute angle, and only a small clearing on which someone was mowing separated it from the total mass of green and old trees. The field was sown with corn, and it was just beginning to spit, although in some places it was already twenty centimeters. When I was on the ground, I immediately sat down and began to look around. There was no one and only heard the birds singing. Sticking my head out of the grass, I looked around once more and began to go deep inside the little forest. Having walked about a hundred meters, I was scared.

- What if at this time someone from the other side comes up to the forest and can see me and, like a hunted animal, rushed to its refuge.

It relieved only when I was completely safe. I sat and recalled how it went, these first hundred meters and the strange sensations simply overwhelmed me. An hour later, I repeated it again, and again my heart was ready to jump out of fear. And in two days I could walk on this small little forest from one end to the other, without fear that they might see me. How it was great and easy to feel one with nature. Climbing bare trees and running through the grass and then I remembered the cartoon about Mowgli and even laughed - I was like him and I really liked it.

A month has passed and July is already coming to an end. Although small rains, which have passed several times during this time, did their job and the corn rose very quickly and was almost from my height. I began to wander around the forest naked more often and thought about how to walk through the corn and not get lost, and came up with it. Having counted twenty rows from the edge of a small forest, I did not cross the other rows into the very depths of a huge green field. Corn in some places was even taller than me, and besides it I could not see anything. Having walked about two hundred or three hundred meters, I looked back and crawled through my body. There was only corn around, and only the tops of the trees were visible in the distance, and I did not tempt fate and went back.

Everything overwhelmed me from an excess of feelings and sensations. I didn’t go anywhere naked even further than this, and then I covered the distance, almost twice as much. It was just great, and after a while I was already going the other way and again until the tops of the trees disappeared from view. I liked it very much, and in the following days I practically lived naked in this field and ate corn cobs, which had just begun to be tied and were very small and soft and even more tasty. Gradually, I learned to navigate in this green sea and was no longer afraid to get lost and went almost to its very edge. And it stretched for several kilometers, and it was not less than a kilometer wide, and only at the edges it was not very even. In many places, the same small woods crashed into it and looked like peninsulas to the sea. I watched and noticed everything and considered myself, if I may say so, a navigator in this sea. And when the corn was already two meters high, it became for me a truly beautiful and unpredictable jungle. I ran through them naked and frolicked for joy, and when I could not find a direct road to my little forest and a house on a pine tree, I would go out to any edge, and so bending around all the toes of the forest that fell in the way, I got to my shelter.

Autumn came, a new school year began, and everything began to disappear. Corn was removed for silage on the field and now herds of cows were grazing on it. On deciduous trees began to fall off the foliage, and from the field in the forest I could easily see, and I stopped to appear there. Most of the time I began to spend at home in my attics. My sister spent all the time with her friends, and my brother was preparing to enter the technical school after this school year and spent a lot of time studying textbooks.

I was in the fifth grade, and we were not so much asked at home, and quickly doing homework, I hurried to sneak off and stop talking in the hayloft or attic, until my brother or sister turned their affairs to me. They acted so often, and I had to do a lot of things for them. One more academic year ended and my brother left for the city. Now, a lot of his work, fell on my shoulders. My father, as promised, bought me a bicycle, though without a frame. We called them then ladies. Though I was not very tall, I could already ride in the big Ural with a frame. And on this I was generally easy, and I was very happy.

In my free time I started driving him around the village, and even for a while I began to forget about my hobbies onanism and rode and played more time with the guys until I pierced the wheel. Everyone was busy and I had no one to stick it to, but I myself didn’t know how then and again I began to spend all my free time where past years were. I ran into the forest and undressed, hid the clothes on the branches of a sprawling pine tree, while I wandered naked along a small forest and masturbated how much strength I had, but I wanted to do this almost always. Then one day, while lying on a pine tree in my house, I jerked off my pisyun and suddenly felt like something very pleasant ran through my body. I made a few more movements with my hand, and suddenly a small trickle of some cloudy milky-colored liquid flew out of the hole of my pussy and fell on my stomach.

I was terribly frightened, although I was very good. I did not know what it was and thought then that I was sick and that instead of urine pus was released. I did not know what to do or how to ask my parents about it and therefore I was silent and waited. For several days I looked at my urine, what color it is and whether the same pus will not fly out. But everything was fine and my dick was excited again when I was just beginning to think about my walks naked and how I jerked my dick and I could not stand it and again chose the moment and ran away to my shelter. I repeated everything again and carefully examining, jerking my dick, exposing the head completely and observing whether something was running out from there. And when I felt so good and pleasant again, then after making a few movements with my hand, I again saw a small trickle of turbid liquid flying out of the urinary canal. I ran such a pleasant languor all over my body, and I relaxed all over. Then I remembered the words of Pasha and realized that it was precisely this liquid that he called sperm.

- I became quite an adult, since my sperm began to appear - I thought to myself and remembered the words of Pasha.

On this day, I once again twice brought myself to such a state and splashed my stomach with sperm flying out of my member. And then I lay and enjoyed the pleasant sensations and emotions, which were so many that it was difficult for me to just put it all into words.

The next day, forgetting that we were going to do a bicycle with my father, I ran to the pond, and then into my woods and sat down there almost until the evening on my pine tree. I had been jerking my dick all day, that already in the evening I felt pleasant sensations, I could not wait for the trickle to fly out, and only a miserable drop of sperm appeared on the edges of the urinary canal. I was scared again and thought that this sperm was over and would never be her again, but then I didn’t know anything about it and having tortured my dick with a nightmare for the day, I had to give him time to rest. And when every other day everything got aroused again, and again, with a little effort, I poured sperm on my stomach, I realized this and began to control myself and my feelings and desires, although it turned out very poorly. I always wanted to pull, pull and knead my pisyun and testicles, and often, not having achieved the splash of the next portion of sperm, I just squeezed it and jerked off so that I could at least somehow calm my desires.

Summer flew pretty quickly, I did not even have time to notice it. New school year and lack of desire to learn. Autumn slush and rain did not give me the opportunity to enjoy the warmth of autumn and stay in the forest or somewhere else for a few more days. Now it was difficult for me to hide the consequences of my games and entertainment with my dick. Any game ended with handjob and sperm release. What I could immediately notice in my shorts or swimming trunks, and I was afraid that if my parents saw, I would fly to the fullest, and even more so my sister would have such an ulcer, and could ruin her friends. I began to wait for convenient moments and basically only masturbate in the bath when I went there to wash.

There was less work at home, and parents made repairs, there was whitewashing and washing all the corners where a lot of dust had accumulated over the year. My sister and I helped them and dragged things from one place to another, and then back. This went on for about a week. All that was unnecessary, we carried it out to the closet, and in the midst of all this I saw a shopping bag, which was full of socks - the truth is old, worn and torn. What made me pay attention to them, I do not even know, but I pulled out one sock and put it in my pocket. And in the evening, when we all went to bed. I forgot to say that as soon as my brother left for the city, we were left in the room with my sister together. In the far corner she had her own bed, and near the door was my brother and now I slept on it alone. And between the beds was a wardrobe - he served as an incomplete partition. Well, waiting for my sister to fall asleep, I pulled out a sock and put it on an excited cock and began to masturbate so quietly and carefully so that no one could hear. New sensations appeared and I felt that I would soon finish and strengthen my movements with my hand.

A jet of sperm flew straight into a dressed sock and began to soak into its tissue. After squeezing the leftovers from the urinary canal, I spent a few more minutes and did not breathe almost. Then he carefully removed the wet sock and hid it under the mattress. Everything turned out and I was pleased. Sheets and melts were saved and completely dry. In the morning I got up a little earlier than usual and dressed, ran to the toilet, after taking a wet sock. There I threw it to the bottom. Now, though not every day, but as soon as I went for something in the closet, I always took and hid one old sock in my pocket and enjoyed the pleasant sensations at night when my sister slept behind the wardrobe and probably saw the tenth dream. With this innovation of mine, the winter seemed to me not so long and boring. Well, I had to hide and hide in the cold hayloft and especially the attic, and with the onset of spring I was like a fish in water and as soon as the roads dried out, I already traveled through the nearby forests and looked for new and unusual places. I was already thirteen years old and behind, six classes left.

My sister moved to the eighth and studied a year older than me, although we were only eleven months old by age. I often disappeared from home during the holidays and I always found myself in the evening because I did not do this or that. All evening I plowed like a squirrel and tried to catch everything that the next day I would slip away and retire. But not always it worked. The holidays were coming to an end and I already bought all the textbooks for the seventh grade and my sister for the eighth. We were completely ready for school. Great I broke down again, and there was simply no time to fix it. My father was up to dark on cleaning, and my mother managed to do the workpiece for the winter after work. My sister and I helped as much as we could, and when my help was not needed, I hid in the attic of the bath and gave myself up to my passion.

That day was everything, as always. Parents are at work, and we were put at the disposal of the grannies and had to do everything she said. Having improved the moment, I hid in the attic, and as the heat was high, I pulled off my shorts along with the swimming trunks and began to play with my dick, who had been asking for him to squeeze in the morning. It was about lunch time. In the courtyard, chickens cackled and quacked ducks. In the barn grunt pigs. Well, in general, there were a lot of different voices around. My sister called me, but because of my hobbies and the multitude of voices in the courtyard, I did not hear her. She, and everyone knew my corner in the attic, and it was not a secret. I even asked myself old blankets and rugs to settle there, and it was soft to lie down and read books. In fact, no one even knew what I was doing there. Well, my sister decided to look for me there. And since I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t even think about security and didn’t even hide behind and didn’t take a book in my hand. I just lay with my eyes closed and enjoyed slowly elevating my sticking cock. When my sister climbed the stairs and looked at the attic, she saw me lying in a corner in the faint light breaking through the loosely put together boards, and did not immediately understand what I was doing. And when she looked, she opened her mouth in surprise and could not say a word. And only a few seconds later, she gave out.

“Wow, what a huge one,” she said in a surprised voice.

Hearing her voice, all my desire immediately disappeared, and I almost lost my voice. I hurried to cover myself as soon as I could and silently looked at my sister. She immediately jumped down and said.

- Stop doing garbage, your grandmother calls you.

I got down and entered the house.

- Why are you my dear friend ran away, and did not drag the water - she said.

- Now I apply. - I replied and silently looked frowningly at my sister.

She did not react at all and simply slid her gaze over my figure and lingered a little on the still bulging mound between her legs. I silently took the buckets and went to the well. All the way I was thinking how to explain everything to her so that she would not tell anyone, but could not think of anything. Having gone twice, I was ready to talk, but my sister was ahead of me and meeting me on the way back, ran off to her friends.

“Now it's your turn to plow at home,” she said after me, and giggled.

I realized that she didn’t say anything to granny, but now I’ve become afraid that she can blab everything on her friends, and then word of mouth will turn on and spread throughout the village and everyone will laugh at me. For two days I walked down into the water and was even afraid to look everything in my eyes, but from conversations with friends I realized that my sister did not say anything to anyone. I even cheered up a bit. The desire to masturbate began to gain strength again, and one morning I went out into the yard and my shorts were bulging slightly. My sister was already in the yard and looking at me, she grinned and suddenly said.

- Will you show me what you did with your pussy?

I swallowed like a stake and could not answer, and just nodded my head in agreement. My parents were at work, and my grandmother after dinner went to her neighbor and my sister came up to me and said.

- Well, show me.

- What is right here eh? - I asked.

“Wherever you want,” she answered.

- Well, then I went - and I, in order to avoid the fact that grandma would suddenly come back unexpectedly, climbed into his attic and was taken aback. I could not decide how to start and in what form to be, dressed or naked. For the first time, I had to appear on my own to a girl. There was such a pun in my head that I decided to pull off my shorts and swimming trunks and lay down on a blanket. My dick was already sticking out of the premonition of something new and unknown. I took it in my hand and began to podravat, then exposing the head completely, then closing it with the foreskin completely. A stair creaked and soon her sister's head appeared. She looked around the attic and fixed her gaze on me, or rather on what I did with my dick.

- Do not look at me - said sister.

I narrowed my eyes and, pretending to close them, watched her through my eyelashes. She closely followed my actions and even opened her mouth to see something unusual. I could not bear it anymore, and my dick was just bursting with overexcitement. But how to tell her about it, that it’s not very convenient for me to do it with her, but it was too late. My member decided for me and threw the first jet of sperm up, and she slapped on my stomach. Then the second and third and slowly began to fall. At this moment the entrance gate blurted. This is Grandma back. The sister was blown away like a wind, and she ran away. I cleaned myself up, wiped my stomach and dressed. Downstairs, I entered the house and immediately asked my grandmother.

- Bab, and what else to do. And then soon to school, I want to go.

- Well, all right, you can not run. Go for a walk, she said, and I ran away.

I did not want to look at each other and talk to my sister, and I went to my sprawling pine and sat there until evening. Everything seemed to calm down and my sister no longer pestered me. The classes began and we got up early in the morning, had breakfast and ran away to school. Home came already around lunchtime. Our grandmother fed us and we did our homework, and then either helped or ran about our business. Everything seemed to be fine, but suddenly in mid-October, the grandmother went to visit her sister for a few days and we were left alone. Well, not quite alone. Parents fed us breakfast and dinner, and during lunch we ate what was cooked and did what we were told to do. Then my sister comes up to me and says.

- And show again.

- What to show - I replied in confusion.

- Well, how do you pull your pussy, and then she spits at you. - said sister.

I realized that she would not lag behind and headed to my attic.

- Seryozh, and where are you - she asked.

- In the attic - I replied.

- But there is no one at home, and there will not be until the evening. Show it here - she insisted.

“What if the parents come back,” I replied.

- Are you scared. A coward, a coward - chattering she.

I did not like it when they called me a coward, and I immediately pulled off my pants along with the cowards. My member has already started to get up and slowly raised his head. Following the pants, I took off my shirt and was completely naked. Taking my dick with one hand, I began to pull it forward and back. My hands, following my hand, dangled from side to side, and sometimes banging my legs, made funny slaps. Sister watched without taking her eyes off. The house was light and everything is clearly visible. I was also very excited and sped up my movements, and then my cock could not stand it and shot a jet of sperm, which flew almost a meter and hit the closet door. My legs buckled and I still made a couple of movements, subsided, watching with my sister how the last drops of sperm flow from the urinary canal and fall to the floor. When it was over, my sister, without saying anything, immediately ran away, and I began to rub the floor and scrub the door. Then she asked me twice more to show it until my grandmother arrived. We did not return to this issue during the whole academic year. Even in winter, I was quiet, continued to masturbate in a sock under a blanket, and finish in it, and throw it out in the morning. And my sister only sometimes, when she noticed that my pants were bulging, giggled and ran away to her friends. Once in a conversation I asked her.

“You don't tell this to anyone.” You are welcome.

“I’m not quite a fool, and I don’t want to be laughed with you and me,” she replied and left.

In the spring, my sister began to prepare for exams, and I dragged all the housework on my shoulders. The brother sometimes came for the weekend, but there he had a construction team, then a practice - well, in general, he rarely appeared at home at all. Even in such confusion, I managed to find time and go into the forest and enjoy solitude there and play with my eggs and dick. When I went up to the attic and my sister saw it, she just giggled after me and crammed the tickets again. She was not up to me.

This year, it rained often and everything around did not just grow, but as they say in our village - it went wild. Already in early July, the corn, once again planted on a huge field, rose above a meter, and even squatting in it could run and be unnoticed, but it was very uncomfortable, and I sometimes allowed myself walks through the field, but late in the evening at dusk. And in mid-July, the corn was already with my height.

One evening after work my father suddenly comes up to me and says.

- Well, Seryoga. How about fishing? Uncle Vanya called me. Will you help us put the grid - he asked.

- I agree - I answered with joy.

In the evening we took the backpacks and went to the far pond. He was behind a corn field a mile and a half from the house. I swam through it and pulled both nets over the cord and came back. We lit a bonfire by the water, and my father and d. Vania sat next to us and took out something to pour in the bottle. I sat around them for a while and then my father said to me.

- Seryoga, go home and get some sleep, and in the morning you will come and help you remove the nets.

- Well - I was delighted. I didn’t really want to sit with them, and the water was full of mosquitoes.

It was already getting dark, and I got up and walked along the field road towards the house. Having walked a hundred meters, I looked around and saw that my father and Vania did not look at me, but poured out a bragulka and chatted. This is where I got the idea. I quickly pulled off my shorts and shorts, and then my shirt and put it in the third row from the side of the road. And on the road threw a torn leaf from the corn stalk. Looking around, I’m vigorous and joyful that they won’t look for me at home because I’m fishing with my father and my father won’t look, he sent me to sleep. I had the whole night, and I set off along the field road to the other end of the field.

It was easy and free to feel naked without clothes sticking to the body and I was moving further and further away. The sky was full of stars and the moon was shining, although not quite full. But it was possible to make out the road and everything in the district is farther than ten meters. When the road turned into a village, I turned off and walked further along the field, choosing the widest row for myself. I was ready to sing and jump from the happiness of my baseman, but it was not safe. How much time I walked around the field, I can’t say, and I didn’t watch, because I didn’t have a watch at all. But I will say this, it probably took me more than an hour. Soon the corn became a little less frequent and I saw a pine forest in front of me.

- I went through the whole field - I was delighted.

Looking around and holding the penis with one hand and squeezing and squeezing my testicles with the other, I decided to go back along the road that went around the field. It was certainly a little further, but it was easier to go and the stems did not whip over the naked body. And in addition to that, the month disappeared behind the clouds, and it became much darker. I could see just a few meters away. Somewhere across the puddles and old ruts, and I went around them and soon seemed the outskirts of the village. Then something twisted me and I began to look around. I did not even notice that it was already beginning to get light. In the summer nights are short and as soon as I did not think about it. The whole village was already completely visible from the hillside, and I hurried to hide in the field. There was a mile and a half more distance to the pond, as they were still asleep, and there was such silence that the first roosters could be heard on the other side of the village. In general, when I got to my clothes and quickly put them on. It was already quite light. Father and Vania were already waiting for me and were constantly looking to the side of the road. Half an hour later, in some swimming trunks and with a backpack on my back, I was already going home. I just didn't want my pants to get wet, and who could see me. When I entered the yard, my mother was already on her feet. Father went with v.Vaney behind and pretty much behind.

- Well, how are things fishermen - my mother asked.

- We caught a bucket near the bucket, and there will be enough for the pies and on the ear, and even a little of the strength will remain - I answered.

It was already about six in the morning. Hearing our conversation ran sis. I dumped the net out of my backpack to disassemble it and select a crucian. The sister came closer and set up the dish, and immediately her gaze rested on my bare legs, along which the water was still flowing from the backpack.

- What are you writing - she asked.

“You're so stupid,” I snapped.

- Well then, if you want to write, get the pussy out as if it were bulging out - she answered me to my causticity.

It's good that mom was not around.

- I suppose, the whole night my pussy was milked - my sister sank again.

I wanted to give in to her, but my mother came out and we immediately subsided. She puzzled her work, and sent me to wash and sleep. Ahead was a day off and I tried not to face her again, so that she didn’t bother with her parents. And when after a day they went to work, I could not stand it and took with her the word that she would be silent, with great joy shared with her his night journey naked.

- Yeah, lie, yes I will - she did not believe, replying.

And why should I lie, go and I will show you where I was going and where my clothes lay. But my sister did not want to hear anything and did not agree to go, but towards evening she herself came up and asked me for a great ride. I always gave her and gave her this time and she left immediately. She returned two hours later.

“Where have you been for a long time going?” I asked.

The sister, without saying anything, quickly ran into the house and began to whisper about something with her mother. Soon she came out with a smile on her face.

- Why are you all shining - I asked.

- Do you want me to believe you? She asked.

- Well, yes and what? - I asked.

“Well, then prove that you told me about your night trip,” she said.

- But how, soon to sleep and - I did not have time to finish how my sister interrupted me.

- I have already agreed. Mom let us go to the night with the guys. So you have the whole night ahead.

I was shocked and did not know what to say. It happens that a person is lucky, as I did while fishing, but I didn’t believe it so far in one week so that it was podfortilo twice. Then my mother came out and handed us the net.

- That you have a snack at night, suddenly you want. The body is young and does not tolerate hunger - she explained.

Then I realized that my sister was not lying, and as soon as my mom entered the house, I asked her.

- And as I will prove. Are you going with me?

- Yes, I do something Durra whether at night with you to run naked across the field - she replied.

“You know a birch tree at the edge of the field where the lightning struck,” she asked after a minute.

“I know,” I replied.

- Well then let's go - she called and went out of the gate. I followed her

Reaching the alley leading to the garden, she turned there and then turned back in the direction of our garden. What she thought, I could not understand. And when she stopped and told me to undress, I began to understand, but not to the end. My sister took my things and brought them into the garden and hid them near the fence in the grass. They could easily have been taken, but she immediately explained to me the futility of my position. I stood and covered my cock and balls with both hands and listened to what she said.

- Near that birch there is an elderberry bush. So under it lies a small bundle. You must now go there and bring it to me on the field, where the boys and I will feed the horses. We had about two dozen horses in the village and they worked during the day, and at night we all took turns village and sometimes just gathered up a band, pasturing and sitting around the fire poisoned various tales and horror stories.

- I must approach you naked - I did not understand, I asked.

- Not. But as soon as it starts to get light, you have to stand there at the edge of the field and I will come to you, she explained.

I did not want to appear a coward and a liar, and even more so before my own sister, and I set off. Of course it was great for her to invent everything and I thanked her for her resourcefulness, but I was afraid that she would tell her all about her friends and friends there. When she and I approached this field, where the horses were already grazing, and several figures of our village boys and girls were sitting by the fire, I was even more scared.

“When you come back here, bend this little ashen and I will immediately understand,” my sister told me, and watching me as I disappeared in high corn, I went to the bonfire.

I went and thought about what happened. On the one hand, I didn’t seem to be offended by my sister. She was on my side and did not tell anyone. And on the other, I always felt a hair from exposing. I was moving further and further. Stars flickered in the sky, and the moon was almost completely showing her yellow eye, and it was light and quiet, and I was glad that now I was wandering completely naked and enjoying the night silence, and not lying in a stuffy room in my bed. So for the reasoning, I did not even notice how the forest and the edge of the field appeared ahead. A little to the side, I saw a tall birch falling in half in thunderstorms. Looking around, I walked to the edge and quickly reached the tree over the grass. Like a sister and said, under the branches at the very root lay a small bundle.

I took it and hurried again to hide among the tall corn stalks. Among them, I felt completely safe. According to my omens, there was still plenty of time, and I slowly wandered back. I was already completely calm and even decided to indulge in a bit and play with my dick and grasp it with my hand, began to twitch and shake it slightly. It was just not very convenient before the sister to appear again with a member sticking out and languishing with excitement. It was already getting light and now it is the long-awaited edge of the forest and the edge of the field. And here are the thin little asses about which my sister spoke. I ran to them and hid and began to look around. The bonfire was still burning, and around it there was at least a man about ten of our village men and boys and girls. Again, I was afraid of something, and again the thought of exposing me began to pester.

- And what if my sister does not keep her word and brings with her someone else - I thought.

Every minute it became lighter and lighter and not to stay naked in the field all day. I made up my mind and went to the most extreme aspen, swung it twice. Then he stared at the fire and waited. But no one separated and hurried in my direction. Then I again swung a little bit and once again began to peer into the twilight and then someone would shout at me from behind.

- Stop shaking aspen. I'm already here - it came to me.

My heart didn’t fail in my heels for fear. I turned around and saw my sister with a smile on my face.

- Well, I brought - she asked with ehidtsey.

- Yeah. Here - and I handed her a bundle.

- Well, now I believe you. Only you were late, and I could not bring your pants. So follow them yourself. They are there in the garden, she said, and she shocked me with her answer.

- What about? After all, it is already dawning - I said in a frightened voice.

- Hurry up, you have time - she replied and went ahead.

I trailed behind her, looking around. Here and the field and the forest behind and thick reeds around the pond. Hiding behind him, I got all the frightened and reached my garden and put my hand between the poles of the bastard, pulled out a bundle of clothes. Quickly dressed, we walked along the alley and went to the gate, carefully opened it. Thought that parents are still sleeping. But the father was already managed in the yard before work, and my mother milked the cow.

- Well, walk up - he asked.

- Yeah, especially Seryozhka - said sister.

“Well, then, march to eat breakfast and sleep,” Father ordered, and we quickly disappeared into the house.