Masturbation is beneficial for incest.

— Well, Mashka, you bitch, now hold on! I'm going to crush you. Any mistake of yours will be immediately known to everyone. I'll remember this for a long time, now be afraid to sleep, nail your door shut at night — I was spewing my threats at my older sister.

— You're fucked, you beauty! You'll be walking around here in your robe now. And your Andryusha won't help you, I'll twist both of you into a ram's horn and put you out on the balcony, for everyone to see

My sister, Mashka, is two years older than me, but has the brains of a chicken. I recently returned from the army, served in Uncle Vasya's Troops, broke up with my girlfriend even before the army, well, that's how it happened. And for a couple of months after the army, I only communicated with prostitutes,

about three times. And this bitch, Mashka, recorded on her phone how I was jerking off in front of the computer and posted it online. It's actually shot from behind, but if you look closely, you can recognize me. And she even told me about it, like it's her revenge for not buying her a gift with my first salary, but spending money on prostitutes.

— Let them see how you entertain yourself at home — she yelled back at me — if you get a girlfriend, which is unlikely, then I'll show her how you work with your hands. Stingy with a gift for your sister. Spending everything on whores

— Yeah, you're no better than them, they poke holes in you too — I got angry.

— I make love with my boyfriend, I don't give it up for money, got it, you jerk. Go to your whores. Why don't they help you relax? Or are you not interested in girls anymore, your own calloused little hands are better and more economical? — Mashka mocked me.

— Well, bitch, you'll be helping me with your little hands now, to relieve the pressure — I got angry — don't come near me at all anymore, rat head. Until you relieve my pressure, you'll be in my disfavor — I hissed viciously and, kicking the door with my foot, went to my room.

— Oh, oh, oh — I heard as I was leaving — knock on your own head, you damn masturbator. You'll become impotent sooner than I'll do that for you

— What a bitch — I thought, slamming the door to my room, closing it — I'll take cruel revenge on you. You'll regret being born — rage boiled in me, bubbled like boiling lava in a volcano. In anger, I punched the wall — well bitch, Mashka, you're fucked. I'll catch you on something and you'll jerk me off. A guy said, a guy will do — I thought and started thinking about what I could catch her on. But nothing came to mind, only swear words addressed to her.

— How did she, the bitch, sneak up so quietly and unnoticed? I didn't even hear anything, not how she opened the door, nothing else. And the sound on the computer wasn't loud. How did I? — In frustration, I punched the wall again.

— Alyoshenka, don't touch your pee-pee, you'll become a little goat — my sister shouted near my door and, laughing, ran to her room, slammed the door loudly and the chair legs squeaked on the floor as she pulled it to the door. For some reason, I found it funny. I got up and, approaching her door, said

— What, bitch, wanted to have some fun. Childhood's playing up in your ass. Well, well. I'll be taking revenge on you now. Instead of introducing me to some girlfriend, she's busy being a jerk. Excellent, little sister. Now I'll be a bastard, but you'll answer for your rottenness — I said with a smirk.

— Go whore around, rub some calluses — my sister laughed — your girlfriends are on the internet, look at them and practice your fist sport

— Yeah, yeah, keep blabbering. Soon you'll be jerking me off like back then. You remember, don't you? — I said maliciously, reminding Mashka how a few years ago she touched my dick, well, back then it was still a pee-pee. She pulled back the skin on the head with her fingers, examining it, and in return showed me her charms.

— You might as well remember when you used the potty. Found something to remember. You were twelve then, and I was fourteen. It's normal curiosity of a girl and a boy about each other's anatomy — Mashka said, standing by the door on her side — big deal, I touched your pee-pee back then and showed you mine

— Dream on, go to your whores. They'll touch and show you everything there — Mashka shouted maliciously, hearing me leave for my room.

— How to set her up — I thought, lying down on the sofa — now she'll be careful like never before, bitch, damn

Seryoga called, a buddy, offered to get drunk, on account of Friday. I refused,

— that's Friday for you, but I have work tomorrow, my schedule is two two. So today I pass — I declined his offer. We said goodbye and I thought

— Maybe give Andryukha a beating, he's her boyfriend, he might reveal some secrets. No, not cool, involving someone else, although this starlet disgraced me to the whole world, although who needs me in the world, here I have problems finding a chick, either they're already taken, or they're fucking crazy, completely, like Mashka — I reasoned, then got dressed and went outside, to walk in the frost, and buy something, my mother asked me to go to the store, calling me on the cell.

Came home, undressed, went into the kitchen, Mashka was there, cooking dinner.

— Lyosh. Mom asked me to ask you if you can allocate some money. I need to pay for the next semester, and she can only give half now? — she asked.

— You're really something, you crazy chick. You should get a good slap now, not money. — I replied, putting the bags on a chair — unload them, come on

— Well Lyosh, this is serious, I need to study further, and there's nothing to pay for the next half year. I'll try to pay you back later, gradually

— How come it suddenly turned out, why didn't you think earlier, grew such brains. How much do you need? — I asked.

— Normal brains, Andrey likes them. By the way, many people look back when the weather is warm and I'm walking in a skirt or trousers. They say I have a beautiful figure in general and my butt in particular

— What a chicken, tell me about the money, and she started this nonsense about her brains — I smirked.

— Fifteen thousand is needed, and mother only has eight. And it needs to be paid already on Monday. I completely forgot and mother didn't remind me — said Mashka.

— Well of course, mother should remember that she has to give you money and remind you that you have to pay for your studies. Definitely brains in that place — I said and slapped my sister on the butt.

— Don't paw me, paw your own tool. Will you give the money? — she asked.

— Seven thousand more for you? — I clarified.

— You can give more, I won't refuse. I'll buy myself a gift from you — she said sarcastically.

— Smear your lips with jam, so at least flies will be interested in you. I'll give you the money. This is such a thing, institute, important and need to help mother. You're still a freeloader with her — I smirked.

— Not a freeloader, a dependent, damn collective farm. Thank you Lyosh, you're good, even though you're a wanker — she laughed.

— Listen, and what's wrong with that? As if you never did it. But look, I'll keep my promise. I'll catch you on something and blackmail you. I'm not joking — I said.

— One fly has already been found and stuck firmly to my lips, so don't worry about me, smear something on yourself so at least someone appears. And try to catch me, we'll see what you get out of it — Mashka said sarcastically.

— We'll see — I replied, counted out seven thousand for her and gave it, putting the money on the table.

— Well give me more, at least three hundred rubles, I'll buy myself lipstick — my sister whined.

— Whoever you leave a lipstick imprint on their dick, let them buy it for you — I laughed, hiding the wad of cash in my pocket.

— Ew. How rude. Definitely a collective farm — said Mashka, taking the money from the table — thanks for the help. I'll pay back if I can, though unlikely

— This help isn't for you, but for mother. So don't sweat it. Let Andryukha give you money for makeup. Whoever fucks you should provide for you — I laughed.

— All vulgarities, though, to each their own — Mashka smirked — go dream about lipstick on your one spot

— Leave an imprint, I'll give you money for lipstick — I smirked.

— Yeah, right now, I'm already putting on lipstick. You've completely lost your mind on this topic. Come on, go, don't get in the way here or help, chop the onion, and I'll grate the carrot for now. Or maybe the other way around. You'd be better at grating the carrot, more professional — Mashka laughed.

— You chicken, practice on the carrot, before you do that for me — I smirked, washing my hands. Then took the onion, peeled it and started chopping it finely. Mashka was grating the carrot, periodically skimming the foam from the pot. She was boiling broth for soup.

— Lyosh, don't you want sex at all in the army? How do you guys manage with that? — Mashka asked playfully — the same way you were doing it?

— Better no vagina than a comrade's asshole — I laughed.

— Come on Lyosh, tell me. I'm curious, I'll tell the girls later, we'll have a laugh. What, are you stingy or something?

— Well, differently, some went on leave, to chicks for money, some sat on the handbrake, some hooked up with officers' wives. Everyone differently — I shrugged, finishing chopping the onion — what else can I help you with?

— Peel one clove of garlic and chop it finely. And how did you manage there? — Mashka asked, looking at me cheerfully.

— Why are you pestering? Ask your Andryukha — I replied.

— He wasn't in the army, he became a student right after school. And he has no money, like me, damn. He also has a younger brother, but he's still in school, they don't live better than us, just as crappy — Mashka said sadly.

— Come on, I started working, it'll be easier now. You'll finish studying, start working, it'll be completely fine. Don't be sad sis, we'll get through. If father were alive, it would be completely different, but it'll be better even like this — I said.

— Yeah, spending money on whores, how much better — Mashka smirked. I peeled the garlic, washed it and started chopping it finely.

— What's the difference, if I had a girlfriend, I'd spend it on her — I replied.

— And you were stingy about buying me a gift? Some brother

— Let Andryukha buy you gifts. You leave imprints on him, so let him buy you gifts. You have your own life, I have mine — I smirked.

— Are you jealous or something? Well, he has no money, and I walk around like a sucker, buying the cheapest eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick. — she said, and started frying the onion with carrot in oil. I chopped the garlic and was washing my hands of the garlic smell.

— Let him get a side job somewhere, you can earn a few thousand a month — I replied — what else to chop?

— He does side jobs, earns money for his own studies, for clothes. Sometimes he gives me flowers

— Better buy you plaster than dead flowers. All done? Nothing else to chop? — I asked and was about to leave.

— Here, chop the potatoes too, I peeled them, cut them right into this same bowl. Flowers need to be given too, it's romantic and nice. Lyosh, well give me money for lipstick and mascara, I'm not buying it in L'Oréal, it's very expensive there. Oriflame has normal things, it's cheaper there, otherwise I'm using some crap, I'll ruin my lips and face

— Don't ruin Andryukha's tool with lipstick — I laughed.

— You fool, damn, reducing everything to one thing. You definitely need a girlfriend urgently. One like me, so she's not too demanding. And such valuable ones are very few? — she praised herself.

— Yeah, like in China, there several guys court one chick, so the costs are less and she has everything taken care of — I laughed.

— Are these your stupid hints? Still dreaming about an imprint? — Mashka smirked.

— Well, you wouldn't lose anything. And how you'd apologize to me like that — I said maliciously.

— Yeah, right, dream on, don't forget to close your eye and not step on your lip. Anyway, it's indecent, offering such things to your sister. We're not kids anymore. And I have Andryusha. It's you who's itching there — said Mashka.

— And you're not itching? Completely frigid — I smirked.

— What knowledge you have, you know such words, frigid. Really surprised me — Mashka laughed.

— Don't get smart. Cook, you lookalike. Damn chicken. Took it and posted everything on the internet. Should give you a ladle on the forehead. — I got angry.

— Well Lyosh, I already deleted it, honestly. As soon as you left, I deleted it from the internet and from the phone too.

— Yeah, the question is, someone already reposted that video. So you're screwed, Mashulya. I won't back down now

— And what will you do? — she asked, wrinkling her nose, teasing me.

— I already told you, I won't repeat myself. — I replied.

— So what, if I help you there with my hand, will you forgive me? — she laughed.

— Well or leave an imprint, of lipstick, all around — I said maliciously.

— Didn't cum while watching? — I smirked. She looked at me

— You know, when I was watching that video, it was like I got to know you from a different side. That you're just a normal person, with normal needs. I once watched a clip on YouTube, they were filming a guy from behind, as he was masturbating, and then they came close, and he was beating eggs for an omelet. erotic stories Just pranked like that. It was so funny

— No way, you watch clips. And porn probably? — I was surprised.

— Why are we worse than you, we're curious too. It's embarrassing to do that with a boyfriend, you're shy. But here there's no one, you examine everything — Mashka said, a little embarrassed — just don't blab to anyone, okay?