Anya had joined us early January but she had avoided us or talking with Irina about what happened.

The next time I saw her to talk to was when she came to our home. Irina invited her in and seeing she was nervous I went out to buy sugar which we never needed.

When I returned Anya was much more relaxed.

“I'm going to get some sugar.” Irina informed me. Then told Anya to have a good time in Ukrainian. 

If she was trying to hide what she was saying she failed. Irina had been teaching me since we started fucking.

“Would you like to go to bed?” I asked.

“You understood?”

“Yes, we speak Ukrainian at home 3 days a week.”

Anya dropped her head.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“Yes.” She said without lifting her head. 

I opened her top. She looked up.

“I want you to…”

“Have sex with you.”

Anya did not answer, she opened my trousers. I pulled them off and took her to bed. I kissed her breasts and felt her hips. 

We had fucked before,  but it was when my hands reached her thiegne That she fully relaxed.

I kissed her and she kissed back and her hand went to my cock.

“I'm going to kiss your pussy.” I told her.

“OK.”

I went down, she parted her legs and I parted the folds of her pussy. I flipped her hood up with my tongue and danced over her clit.

She came almost immediately and I knew it was not entirely my skill. I continued to work and reached my hands to her tits. She started to pant and roll her body. I could no longer hold her still.

I moved up and slid my cock into her. She gasped. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes, I like it.”

I was deep in her perhaps a bit fast. I stayed deep pushing in, more than moving. She pulled my head into her neck. She came again and I filled her. I was still hard and continued moving. This time more movement and she began to leak. Her body was charged with pleasure. She came, I pumped and came but she was almost at her next cum, I fingered her and she came again. 

We were both panting, her head was on my shoulder. 

“Do you remember the last time?” She asked.

“At Carol's.”

“Yes, someone said something about two men.”

“Enjoying two men at the sametime.”

“Yes, that was it.”

“What did they mean?”

“It could be anything from touching to sharing your pussy.”

“You did that last time.”

“Not at the same time.”

“Is that possible?” 

“Talk to Irina.”

“My little sister.” She commented in disbelief. 

It was while we were still on the bed that her little sister came home without the sugar.

She sat on the bed. “You have a wet patch.”

“I'm sorry.” Anya apologised.

“It proves you enjoyed it.”

“I did. About two men.” Anya left the statement open.

“It's fabulous, do you want to try it?”

“I don't know.”

“Think about it.”

Anya is still thinking about it.