Adult Games
The summer before the start of the second year promised to be simply unforgettable. Long-awaited freedom, hanging out with numerous friends, the absence of tedious studying—all of this couldn't help but inspire a student tired of endless lectures and seminars. Endless meetups with friends, discos, and strolls until dawn—yes, for me, it became a real salvation from the gray weekdays.
In the very middle of summer, relatives came to visit us, namely my dad's cousin with his wife and son Alexey, who was exactly a year older than me. Lesha and I had developed rather strange relations: by zodiac, we were both Leos, and quite pronounced ones at that. All
my childhood memories are connected with us either cracking up at our own idiotic antics that horrified our parents, or fighting to the point of exhaustion. The last few years had been difficult for our family, and for a while, we didn't even communicate. But since everything had settled down over time, we resumed the tradition of visiting each other and spending a couple of weeks together.When Alexey appeared on the doorstep of our house, I immediately realized that during the time we hadn't seen each other, he had become an even more self-confident and... handsome young man. He had a very striking appearance: brown eyes, chestnut hair, and naturally tanned skin. Sharp facial features against a backdrop of thinness and tall stature gave him a truly aristocratic look. But behind that restrained exterior, as before, fire was hidden.
"Hey, monkey," he threw at me from the doorway, taking off his fashionable aviator sunglasses.
"I'm not a monkey," I replied and walked away with a proud look.
"Well, that's a greeting," our parents noted with laughter in their voices.
I tried to spend as little time as possible with Lesha, although it was quite difficult. We were constantly forced to endure each other's company: whether it was watching TV in the evenings or a formal family dinner with grandparents, who were incredibly happy to see the whole family together. Honestly, I was used to always being the center of attention. And now everyone did nothing but praise Leshka: how smart he was, how he got into a good major with his own mind, and even already got a bachelor's degree with honors... Anything associated with him began to irritate me.
In the kitchen, mom started talking about how poorly I was behaving, and in particular, how I was treating my brother.
"After all, Alexey is our guest, and you should be friendly to him?" mom declared when we were alone in the kitchen again.
"Mom!" I tried my best to play on her sympathy. "He called me a monkey!"
"Well, so what. Be smarter, you're a girl after all!" mom was unyielding.
"I'm a girl, so what?!" I couldn't hold back. "Didn't you see, he has more bath products than I do! The whole shelf is taken up by his hair styling products and colognes. I wouldn't be surprised if he's gay."
With these words, I dashed out of the kitchen into the hallway, where a surprise one meter eighty tall was waiting for me. Unconcealed fury was written on his face, but I put on a fearless look. Alexey grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the bathroom, blocking the escape routes with his body.
"Let go," I said calmly.
"What did you call me, monkey?" he asked with a smirk.
"Nothing, you jerk," I spat out angrily. "Or did I hit the mark?"
For some reason, at that moment, I thought I was about to get slapped. But instead, Lesha laughed quietly and looked at me as if I were some small animal. Even the biggest tough guys in our yard couldn't scare me. But this string bean made me feel like I wanted to sink through the floor with just one look.
He cupped the back of my head with his palm and pulled me towards him quite roughly. By the time I realized what was happening, he was already fully exploring my mouth with his tongue. Naturally, my first desire was to push Lesha away and hit the jerk with something heavy. But the kiss was so unexpectedly pleasant that I postponed my cunning plan. Someday I'll get him back for this. Definitely. And it didn't matter that at that moment my hand was already clutching his t-shirt. His tongue was shamelessly exploring my mouth, and the atmosphere in the cramped room heated up to the limit. If only he would grab my buttocks now, sit me on the washing machine and... When the guy slowly pulled away, my ears were ringing.
"Before calling someone gay, think about the consequences, monkey."
With these words, Alex left me in the bathroom. I was even ready for him to lock the door from the outside and turn off the light, like he used to in childhood. But the goosebumps on my back and the strange feeling in my stomach said that the childhood games were over. I mentally scolded myself for my runaway imagination. A confused girl with disheveled blonde curls and frightened blue eyes looked back at me from the mirror. With difficulty, I straightened my tank top, gathered my unruly hair back into a ponytail. Damn, get a grip!
"What are you doing sitting here? Come out to the guests! And don't forget what I told you," mom's words brought me back to life.
Strangely, but after this little incident, it seemed to me that Alexey became even more cheerful and sociable. As for me, although I tried to look unperturbed, I primly participated in the conversations... and couldn't swallow a single bite.
In the evening, Lesha, as usual, barged into my room to sleep on the folding armchair. I had already turned off the light and was watching a movie. The last thing in the world I wanted was to see his smug face, so I silently stared at my laptop, paying absolutely no attention to the person who had entered.
"Hey, what's up?" the guy asked, taking off his t-shirt.
No reaction.
"If you put the laptop on the pillow, the cooler will burn out. Listen to a programmer," he noted.
No, he was clearly getting on my nerves.
"Listen, back off, okay? You can tell the grandmas about how smart and promising you are, they'll appreciate it. But don't try to butter me up."
The guy hesitated for a moment, sat on the bed behind me, and, as if nothing had happened, started massaging my neck.
"Seems fair to me: I'm smart, you're beautiful."
I chuckled, ready to make a remark about how cheaply he hits on girls, but suddenly stopped. After all, he's my brother, even if a third cousin. So the compliment wasn't meant for that purpose. There wasn't the slightest doubt that Alexey was wildly popular with girls. I had to witness this more than once. Even in the supermarket, when we were choosing fruit for the feast, he managed to meet some girl who couldn't take her eyes off him. And now Lesha was sitting on my bed half-naked and giving me a massage in the dark. How many girls would give a lot to be in my place?
"But you say I'm a monkey," I yawned sweetly.
"Well, what is, is."
"Get lost," I immediately pointed Lesha to the unfolded armchair, and the guy raised his hands like a fake criminal.
"What a sappy thing you're watching," the guy remarked from the armchair.
Irritably slamming the laptop shut, I buried my face in a new pillow and muttered in a muffled voice:
"If you snore, I'll kick you out to the kitchen."
"This armchair is very uncomfortable, so I'll snore loudly," Lesha replied and fell into a deep sleep within a couple of minutes.
On the weekend, our parents planned a trip out of town and a picnic by the river with shashlik and other entertainments. Since there were many of us and only one car, a seating problem immediately arose. And, of course, given that I was quite thin, they decided to put me in the back seat, next to Alexey. He was as pleased with the situation as I was displeased with it.
"Maybe you'll go without me?" I begged for mercy.
"We'll have fun, and you'll mope at home? No, that won't do," my father stated firmly, and I had to obey.
The day turned out to be extraordinarily sunny and hot, and although we
left relatively early, the car ride still turned into real torture for me with the stuffy interior. Plus, I couldn't even move properly, as I was tightly squeezed between the door and Lesha. Who, by the way, tried to take up as much space as possible. Soon it became unbearably hot, I took off my denim jacket, not missing the chance to accidentally elbow my neighbor in the chin, and was left in just a tank top and denim shorts.
When the car turned onto a bumpy country road, it became really tough, because in my cramped position, I was bouncing against the side window. Lesha put his arms around me, and I had to helplessly grab onto him. I tried not to look up, but I could feel him drilling into me with an intense gaze. While the parents, holding onto the seats and handles, discussed the advantages of country recreation, we sat hugging, feeling something akin to static electricity. I tried to ignore the extraordinary sensation of the heat of a male body so close, but the whole setting—these embraces, the immediate proximity of unsuspecting witnesses, the seemingly accidental stroking of palms and knees rubbing against each other—all of this drove me into a wild, inexplicable delight.
We finally reached our destination, and the parents started setting up the "picnic spot." Alexey reluctantly let me go and wasn't in a hurry to get out of the car, discreetly adjusting his jeans that had tented in an inappropriate place. The guy noticed my inquisitive look and with a serious expression took out his smartphone.
"Hmm, definitely not gay," I teased quietly, but Alex pretended not to hear this remark, intently looking at his mobile screen.
Besides our group, there wasn't a soul on the beach, and that couldn't help but please me. I lazily stretched towards the sun and decided that the best thing now was to dive into the water and enjoy blissful solitude. In the middle of the river, a bit away from the strongest current, I spread out like a "star" and closed my eyes. It felt so good on the water, but restless thoughts still crept into my head. Suddenly, I heard splashing behind me and turned around. Of course, who else could it be but Alexey?
"Decided to swim to the city?" the guy asked playfully, with each stroke reducing the distance between us.
"None of your business," I replied and abruptly rushed back to the shore, as I wasn't expecting anything good.
The guy took the opportunity to grab my leg. In response, I splashed him. Fighting in the water was a thankless task, as we both risked choking.
"Let go," I shouted, realizing that with our unequal strength, I had no chance of breaking free.
There were about ten meters left to the beach, and I literally dragged myself forward, hoping to touch the bottom with my feet. Finally, the guy pulled me to him by the waist. One hand slid down and immediately slipped under my swimsuit bottoms. Stunned by what was happening, I couldn't even move. Holding me securely afloat, he ran a finger between my lips. He was about to penetrate there with his finger when I fearfully stopped him. I didn't break free from the embrace, didn't start shouting about what he was doing, and didn't even turn around. Just stopped. His scent and his warmth, even in the water, were making me lose my senses. Under the influence of this guy, I became a willless doll, obedient and ready for anything.
Alexey took my palm and placed it on his swim trunks. Through the fabric, I felt a pleasant hardness. And if... Growing bolder, I touched his abs and slid lower, through the tangled thicket, to something hitherto unknown to me. He was trembling a little, as one usually trembles either from cold or in extreme excitement.
"There you are!" Aunt Sveta, Lesha's mom, shouted from afar. "Aren't you hungry?"
Almost jumping out of the water like a rocket, I blushed, it seemed, to the tips of my ears and immediately moved away from Lesha.
"Very hungry," the guy said in a quiet, drawn-out voice, while his palm was groping for something on my buttocks.
"What?" Aunt Sveta shouted.
"We're coming out now!" Alexey answered her and surged forward.
"Stop, you jerk!!!" I screamed in a voice not my own.
Lesha stopped, and his triumphant look caused a wave of rage in me. He was perfectly aware of his power over me. Without saying another word, so as not to attract the attention of the adults who had already sat down to eat, I did something he certainly didn't expect. Begging someone for mercy wasn't in my nature. I untied my bikini top and, emerging from the water in Eve's costume, threw the swimsuit at Alexey's feet. The guy looked at me in surprise, and a smug smile didn't leave his face. Finally, averting his eyes, he handed me my tank top.
"You could catch fish with this," Alex commented, still not losing his composure, on the lace insert on the back of the tank top.
I hastily pulled on the tank top with shorts and twisted my wet hair into a tight coil.
"You know, at first I thought you had outgrown such stupid jokes," I said with all seriousness and immediately hurried to my parents.
After everything that happened, I didn't want to cross paths with the guy at all. etales Closer to evening, it was decided to make shashlik, and here the female half was relieved of duties by caring fathers and brothers. Lesha was working his magic over the grill, and when I was handed the wine to sprinkle on the meat, I approached the guy with the face of an offended innocent and silently handed him the bottle.
"Thanks." Lesha clearly didn't want me to leave, but didn't know what to say.
I watched spellbound as he skillfully sprinkled the meat with wine, the drops hitting the coals with a characteristic hiss. The aroma of lamb seasoned with good wine lifted the mood in anticipation of a pleasant dinner.
"I never knew programmers could cook so well," I finally deigned to speak.
"Culinary skills don't depend on profession. I believe a man, any man, should cook well," Alexey said not without pride.
He looked at me and smiled cautiously, and from that smile, it became so warm inside that I barely suppressed a return smile.
"I'm really jealous of your girlfriend," I said, taking the bottle of wine from the guy.
"Well, I actually don't have a girlfriend."
I pretended to study the label, and his personal affairs didn't concern me at all. Although this remark did surprise me: how could such a handsome guy not have a girlfriend?
"Need to keep up appearances, not every girl can handle that. I have my own criteria, you see."
"Wow! I can imagine that list!" I whistled.
Alexey's brown eyes, which seemed black in the twilight, looked directly at me.
"I don't need very much. Actually, it's enough for a girl to be interesting and able to fight back. What's the interest in those girls who immediately hang on your neck?"
"That's exactly me," I somehow said my thoughts out loud.
"No, monkey, you're the other extreme. You act like you're priceless," the guy touched my forehead with his finger. "Like you have a star burning here."
"I don't see anything wrong with that."
"Come on. A girl should be more modest."