Deniska managed to read a book before going to bed that evening. He filled the tank with water in advance. He walked around the stove.
-Mom, when are we going to light it?
-They're bringing whitewash tomorrow with the beds. We'll freshen it up a bit and then we can light it. Son, when are you going to bed?
-What about you?
-We're getting ready to go. We'll just put some cream on our hands and then go.
-Then I'll leave you the flashlight and go myself. I know all the corners, so I won't bump my head.
Deniska went outside. The summer night enveloped the surroundings with its magic. The sky was clear, studded with shining stars, creating the impression that they were shining just for him, because it was his first time outside the city. He couldn't take his eyes off this endless cosmic night scene. In the silence, he could hear the chirping of crickets filling the space around him. It seemed as if they were calling him to look at the surrounding summer landscape with a new perspective. In the distance, he could hear the croaking of frogs, creating the melody of a natural orchestra. Oh-oh-oh, came from afar. "It's an owl, a wise owl. And that's a nightingale. Great!" The nightingale's song was full of magic. Deniska enjoyed every note of its trill. He reached the barn and climbed upstairs. He found the place where the bed was by touch. Everything was just as he had left it in the morning. He undressed, lay down, and covered himself with a sheet. A swarm of thoughts swirled in his head. His hands remembered the feeling of stroking Ira and how she washed him. Her hands were so gentle. It was pleasant for him to remember them.
"And Mom. After all, she let him touch her breasts last night. But what if they tell him not to touch them? Of course, he'll do it. He won't hurt them."
Ira and Vera left the cabin almost immediately after Deniska. They also noticed the stars. They were stunning. Vera took a slow, deep breath.
-How wonderful.
It was easy to breathe. The scent of flowers surrounded them.
-I'm going to take my clothes off. I want to immerse myself completely in this air.
-Me too.
They took off their outer clothes and walked barefoot on the grass, touching the flowers with their hands.
-The cherries are very ripe. Try one, Irish.
Vera picked a bunch of cherries and handed them to Ira.
-Wow, they're so juicy. M-mm. Delicious.
They approached the barn. Vera stopped and asked.
-Ira, what should we do at night? If Deniska does it again, you know what I mean?"
"We have nothing to fear. He'll do whatever you say. The only difficulty is that if he sleeps soundly and leans against you or me in his sleep, he'll have a wet dream. We can't allow that, because energy will be lost, and we need to preserve it and then control it. And we need to teach him how to control it himself.
-Yes, I understand. If I'm lying on my back, for example, or turn away from him, and he leans on me, I won't be able to press the point if I want to help him. What if I reach out and touch you, will you be able to?
-Yes, Verchik. I think I can. Touch my hand and pinch my skin twice with your fingers. I'll know that I need to press the point.
-Okay, Irisha. It's a deal. Well, you too, just in case. Press me.
They approached the stairs. Vera climbed up first, and Ira shone a flashlight on her from below. Suddenly, Vera's slender legs froze, and she leaned toward Ira and whispered to her. Ira climbed up a step and pulled her head up toward Vera and also began to whisper.
-What?
-How does it manifest itself in the human body? I mean, the rise in sexual energy?
-Mom, I'm not asleep yet. I'm curious too. What are you talking about?
-I was talking about you. I'm a little worried about you, because now is a period when your sexual energy is gaining strength and looking for an outlet, and you could get married, but you have no experience in communicating with girls. I'm consulting with Ira on how to teach you all this. We woke you up, didn't we?
-No. I was just lying there relaxing. Listening to the crickets. I don't want to sleep yet. You can continue. I won't get in the way.
-Son, close your eyes, please. Don't look at us, we're naked.
-I did.
Vera and Ira went to their place and turned off the flashlight. You could hear their footsteps on the hay. They put their clothes closer to where they were sleeping.
-Yes, now. We'll lie down, then continue.
Vera decided to sleep like that. "Let my skin breathe. I'll cover myself with a sheet and that's it. Ira covered herself with a sheet and also remained without clothes. When they lay down and covered themselves, Ira turned on the flashlight and pointed the beam upward. All three were lying on their backs.
-Ira, can you tell us about energy, or are you sleepy?
-I think I can. Deniska, we're going to talk like adults. Can you listen to this? Are you psychologically ready for it?
-Yes. I'll listen with interest and try to understand. I need to know this. Can I ask questions?
-Ask away. If I know, I'll answer. I'll try to tell you what I know. It may not coincide with what they write about in medical journals. Now. One minute.
Ira fell silent. She turned off the flashlight again so that no one could see her and folded her hands in front of her. She clasped them together and pressed them to her chest. Her eyes were closed. She concentrated on a bright spot above her nose. She said to herself, "My guardian angel, I ask your permission to tell these people close to me what I know. I have not taken any vows of silence regarding this knowledge. Everything I know, I have read or been told. I do this sincerely. I want my information to be useful. I wish all beings in this world well."
Meanwhile, Vera turned toward Deniska. With her right hand, she felt around the space next to her. Her hand bumped into his hand. She took it and pulled it toward her. Deniska moved closer to his mother. Vera hugged him, leaned her head toward his ear, and whispered.
-Is there a girl you like?
-Well, Mom. Where would I find one? There aren't many girls at the technical school. I mostly study and don't go anywhere.
-Yes, son, I understand. You'll have time for that later.
Vera wanted to cover him with a sheet. As she covered him, she noticed that he was wearing only his underwear.
After thinking for a moment, she whispered again.
-Take them off. They'll be too tight. I'll put them behind me. You'll find them in the morning.
Deniska took them off, gave them to his mother, and moved closer to her, settling down more comfortably.
-Mom, bring Ira closer to us.
Vera reached out her hand behind Deniska. Finding Ira's hand, she took it and gently pulled her toward her.
-Irisha, move closer to us.
Ira had just finished her internal monologue. She moved closer to Deniska. Deniska turned his back to his mother and hugged Ira around the waist. His right hand was just touching the edge of the sheet covering her stomach, and his slightly bent knees were touching her thighs. Vera put her hand on top.
-Did we squeeze you? We're listening to you with interest. Sorry for distracting you.
-No, not at all. When we squeeze and release the muscles at the point, squeeze the lower abdomen, we freeze, then relax and repeat, thereby affecting the nerve endings of the white matter of the spinal cord. In Indian treatises, this practice is highly valued and is called Vajroli. Moreover, if there is no energy in the sexual chakra, that is, if it is at rest, then Vajroli cannot be performed. A man and a woman must first arouse this energy or feel that it is aroused. Then, by contracting the muscles, this energy must be drawn upward. Breathing is a very important part of this. We must exhale completely, hold our breath, and only then lift the energy. This is the first part of Vajroli.
-Arouse? That is, influence oneself?
-Yes. Many of your peers are doing it incorrectly, to their detriment. They stimulate their organ, achieving a powerful surge of sexual energy that ends in ejaculation. The latter is accompanied by intense sensual pleasure. For full energy recovery, the body needs at least two days, provided it has adequate nutrition and sleep. Vajroli works differently; it raises this energy, where it is absorbed into the upper energy centers, which contributes to their development. At the same time, there is no physical expenditure for the person. As long as this energy is present and rises upward, a person can love, create, write poetry and paint pictures—in short, be a creator. If a person does not cherish it, they fade away and depart early. "The body that melts in intercourse like wax over fire" is what the Tamil siddhis said about this. In Russia, people who lived to spend their sexual energy on sensual pleasures during carnal delights were called serfs. This meant that this person only eats, sleeps, reproduces, and defends himself. In ancient India, it was believed that a man who loses his seed is an animal, and one who preserves his seed during sexual intercourse is a god or a hero. With complete sublimation, a state of enlightenment occurs.
-But is it right to do that? I thought it was a very unworthy occupation.
-Yes, honey. It is possible, and books say that if you do it right, it is a very useful practice for your health.
-This may be a silly question, Irisha. How do you determine how much energy to stimulate? And also, when everything is stimulated, orgasm or ejaculation may occur.
-That's a good question. Indeed, when performing Vajroli, after a while, fluid containing large amounts of pineal gland hormones begins to flow into the pelvic area. This is the second part of Vajroli - raising fluids upward. For women, it is performed slightly differently and is called Sahajoli. It is difficult to do right away, but with practice, it is accessible to anyone. These fluids must be retained in the body. The main role here is played by the pineal gland hormones, because through stimulation they were produced and remained in the human body. The production of pineal gland hormones stops the production of sex gland hormones due to melatonin, which is produced by the pineal gland. Ancient Chinese treatises on human health say that if a person learns this, they will embark on the path of immortality — the path of Tao. The path of mortals is when fluids are lost during sexual intercourse or arousal of the genitals. Indian books say that the loss of hormones is death, and the preservation of hormones is life. For example, in the third chapter of the Hatha Yoga Pradipika, it is said that female and male sex hormones must be carefully preserved. Human life depends on this. They are referred to in the book as Rajas and Shukra, respectively.
-It's all very complicated. How did the ancients study and use it? It's amazing. I read somewhere that forest air stimulates the pineal gland.
-Yes, that's right. Forest air contains a large amount of negative ions. They are what stimulate the pineal gland.
-What's so complicated about it?
-The process itself. The thing is, the upward movement of fluids begins at the very moment they start to move. That is, when the fluid is just about to leave the genitals, the person must pull it back and retain it. That's the difficulty. The main goal of Vajroli practice is to accumulate this fluid. It must be accumulated by pulling upward, as it is written in the books. If there is a breakdown in the second stage, the point is clamped, preventing the loss of seminal fluid.
Deniska listened with interest. He was very comfortable lying there, as he felt his mother's warmth behind him and the hairs on her mound touching him. He even moved back a little for this. His hand and his mother's hand were resting on Ira's stomach. "If Mom took her hand away, I would move mine higher, or maybe lower." Deniska raised his head.
-How much should I build up? How do I know when it's enough?
-When you feel internal sounds and vibrations, then you can say that you have accumulated enough of it. I mean that the hormones of the pineal gland enter the spinal fluid and circulate through the central nervous system. Behavior and bodily sensations are determined by hormone levels. The brain stimulates the release of hormones in other endocrine points. The hypothalamus and pituitary gland are activated. Before practicing Vajroli, a person uses only part of their brain. By practicing Vajroli, a person activates all areas of the brain, which are abundantly supplied with hormones from all endocrine points. The brain begins to function actively, which activates the subconscious. The brain literally "buzzes," and a person hears internal sounds and vibrations. The human body reaches a high level of health, and the person sees light in the Ajna chakra. Extraordinary abilities open up to them. They gain wisdom that is beyond human knowledge.
"Ira is telling an interesting story. Where does she know all this from?" thought Deniska. He came to a conclusion for himself.
-I am probably now in the first part of the Vajroli practice. I am learning to preserve and raise energy. And when can I start the second part — raising fluids?
-The first part becomes an integral part of the entire practice. The second part must be mastered gradually, as the male organ is very sensitive, as is the female organ. Vajroli can be mastered in a year. You can slowly master the second part. The practice of Vajroli is considered mastered if the student practices it for two and a half hours. Only after that is it permissible to touch a woman or engage in paired practice when they come together. Paired practice is described in Pariyanga Yoga.
-Can I ask you to help me?
-Yes. Vera and I will help you. The main thing is not to overdo it.
-Let's help our son.
Mom took her hand off Deniska's hand and put her palm on his buddy. She took it in her hands and opened the head once, then closed it. She whispered.
-That's it. You can practice a little. I'll give you some cream so you don't get irritated there."
-I have some cream here. I'll look for it.
Ira handed Vera a tube and turned on the flashlight, shining it on the area.
-Iri, shine the light here too, please.
Vera carefully applied a layer of cream to Deniska's buddy's head. She closed and opened the head. He was excited and fit in Ira's palm.
-How is it now?
-Easy, nothing sticks at all.
-Ira, can I do that to him? I'll be careful and control him right away.
-I think so. Try not to touch the head with your fingers. Hold on to the skin. He's very delicate.
Deniska sat up higher and whispered.
-Ira, can I stroke your stomach?
- Yes, you can.
Ira moved the sheet aside. Deniska began to caress her. He was curious about everything and explored the secret parts of a woman's body. He was at the height of pleasure. Touching the back of his mother's mound aroused him even more. His mother pressed herself tightly against him and gently opened and closed the head of his buddy with her fingers. His hand sank deeper and deeper into the mound, and he gently stroked it there. Ira slowly lifted her mound toward him. "My left hand is free." Deniska leaned down with his right hand for a moment, lifted himself up, and moved his left hand down and back. He touched her mother's mound and began to caress it too. His fingers sank in and stroked the top in a circle. "Mom liked it so much last time." Mom whispered something softly and began to kiss his ear. Her mound began to move. He returned his right hand to its previous position and caressed Ira. He plunged his fingers inside and down. Ira turned toward him so that he would be more comfortable. He touched her breast with his head. He tried to kiss her. Ira shifted so that he was comfortable. He felt her hand gently guide his head. He didn't resist and felt her nipple touch his lips. He pressed his lips against it and then covered it completely with his mouth. He felt Ira's body tremble. She held his head and kissed his forehead.
She couldn't reach any lower. "Don't forget, pull up," she whispered. His mate was still in his mother's hands. He enjoyed her movements very much. He tensed his muscles and pulled the energy upward, but still began to feel a tightness in his mate area. Denise didn't want to change position, but he forced himself to.
-Mom, I need to press the point, I can't do it myself.
-Yes, I'll help you now.
Mom stopped moving. Ira also froze. Deniska freed all his hands from their lovely places and lay down on his back. Vera quickly found and pressed the spot. With her free hand, she found Ira's hand and pressed it twice with her fingers. Ira reacted instantly and stroked her friend's hand, moving and stroking it, looking for the spot to press. But when she found it, Vera's hand was already there. She was confused at first, but then she put her hand on Vera's thigh, then on her butt, and from below she made her way to Vera's point and pressed it. "Thank you, Irisha," Vera whispered with relief. After a few minutes, everyone calmed down. Vera and Ira lay down on either side of Deniska. Each put a hand on his shoulder. "How nice. I've never felt this way before. Deniska is very young, but his hands are so gentle. It's no wonder they call me a nun. This is all new to me, just as it is for him." "Thank you, Irisha, otherwise I would have gotten carried away and scared my son. It felt so good. Ira is right, he has magic hands. I'm glad I helped him. May he grow up healthy. The main thing is that there's nothing wrong with this. How much harm would he have done to himself if he had learned and discovered everything on the street? Irisha is smart." "It was so good. It's a pity I couldn't hold out longer. So many new sensations. It turns out I'm helping my mom and Ira. I love them." They lay there silently, each thinking their own thoughts.
"Let's go to sleep."
"Yes, let's."
Caring female hands helped Deniska get comfortable. At night, he had erotic dreams, and he was aware of this in his sleep. In brief moments of awakening, he thought about how to control them, but fell asleep again without finding a solution.
In the morning, Deniska woke up to his mother's voice. She and Ira were talking quietly about something on the street. "That's so they don't wake me up." Vera went outside. Deniska immediately thought about his tasks. "Today I'll finish with the lamps. I'll hang one above each bed. And now I'll help Mom and Ira." With these thoughts, he got dressed and headed outside. Ira was standing next to the well.
-Good morning, Irisha.
He said that and stumbled. That's what his mother called her. Ira smiled.
-Hi, honey. Did you sleep well?
-Yes. I'll wash up now, and then I'll come to the house.
-Come on over. We'll have breakfast together. Mom said not to wait for her. She ran away without even drinking her tea.
Deniska washed up. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. "I wish I could go to the lake tomorrow. No, probably not yet." He remembered his swimming goggles and monocle. "I haven't even taken them out yet. I'll have to take them to the lake." He went into the house. Ira was sitting with her back to him, sewing. She sat still and pressed the pedal at a very steady pace. The soft hum of the sewing machine could be heard. Apparently, she had just finished a section, because she stopped, lifted the presser foot with the needle, and stood up from the table.
Approaching the stove, she lit a match and put the kettle on. He felt that something had changed. He couldn't just walk in and sit down at the table. He came up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and pressed himself close to her.
-Ira, you're beautiful, I love you.
Having said this, he was surprised at his own boldness. Ira loosened his arms, turned to him, took his cheeks in her palms, and kissed him on the lips.
-I love you too.
He felt the tip of her tongue gently touch his lips. Deniska, not knowing if it was right or not, touched her tip with the tip of his tongue. They kissed until the sound of water in the kettle caught their attention. Ira hugged him tightly and let him go.
-Let's have breakfast. Mom is running late. I think she'll come with Kuzmich. We'll need to unload the dismantled beds from the cart.
After breakfast, they went back to their business. Deniska decided to dig around the fruit trees. He already had experience. At the technical school, on Saturdays, they did this more than once. They found some chalk whitewash and, before Kuzmich arrived, they mixed it and whitewashed the stove. By the time they arrived, the room was ready. Deniska assembled the lamps. When Mom and Kuzmich arrived, everything started spinning. By the end of the day, they were thoroughly exhausted. In the evening, his mother made the beds. His bed was by the window, next to his mother's and then Irina's. From Ira's bed, there was a direct passage to the room behind the stove. Between the beds were bedside tables made by Kuzmich.
They put their toiletries there. "It's very similar to a ward in a pioneer camp," which he had visited once, thought Deniska, and put a flashlight, swimming goggles, and a monocle in the bedside table. Mom and Ira hung curtains on the windows. Deniska turned on the lamps above each bed. It became much cozier. Bedtime came quickly. They still couldn't get used to life outside the city, where they were on the go all day. They went to bed at ten, which was very early for the city. Deniska went to bed first. He turned on his lamp and read. Before going to bed, his mother sat down next to him.
-Let's go to bed, son. You can finish reading tomorrow.
-Of course. I wasn't going to bed, I was waiting for you.
-If you want to sleep, don't wait for us. Give me a kiss.
She leaned toward him. She kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her back.
-Mom, will Ira come to me too?
-I don't know." Do you want her to?
-Yes. But if she's tired, then don't bother.
-Well, I'll hint to her.
Vera lay down in bed. She thought to herself, "How comfortable it is to lie down. Ira did well to suggest making the beds. Good rest is very important." A few minutes later, Ira came out of the shower. Vera waved to her. Ira leaned over. Vera whispered to her.
-Denis isn't asleep yet. He's hoping you'll come to him.
-Okay, Verichka, I will. I kissed him on the lips this morning without your permission. Are you going to scold me?
-No, I won't. When I imagine how the street could corrupt him, it's a little scary. Let him study and learn what interests him from us, his family and friends.
-You're right. It's better for him to learn properly at home than to learn twisted things somewhere else.
Ira approached Deniska's bed. Ira was wearing a short nightgown that barely covered her panties. She sat down next to him, barely touching his hand.
-I came to wish you good night. Thank you for the lamps from me and Mom. We really like them. They're convenient. No need to get up and go to the light switch. Come on, give me a kiss. Good night.
She kissed him on the cheek. Deniska also reached out to her and kissed her.
-Good night.
She covered his hand, squeezed it, and froze. With his other hand, he reached for her hand and touched her breast. "I didn't mean to, it just happened," thought Deniska. He also put his hand on hers and squeezed it gently.
The next day, they decided that all the urgent business had been taken care of and they could go to the lake to sunbathe and swim. They got ready in a couple of hours. But just before they left, Ira came into the house and announced:
-The wind has picked up, the weather is going to change. We can't go.
-Yes, the wind is really strong, even though the sky is clear. That's it, Deniska, call it a day. I suggest we harvest the cherries. I'll show you where there's a wooden ladder in the barn. I used it myself to pick cherries.
-Cherries, so cherries it is.
Deniska knew that once his mother had made up her mind, that was that. They put down their beach bags. The three of them decided to start with one tree right away. A large bucket stood on the ground below. They surrounded the tree and picked the cherries from the bottom. Then Deniska climbed the ladder and picked as many as he could reach from above. Meanwhile, their mother held the ladder from below. In two hours, the bucket was full. By this time, the sky was covered with clouds. In the distance, thunder rumbled louder and louder. Rain was approaching. Vera gave the order.
-Everyone, let's go into the house. Hold this.
She handed Deniska the bucket and baskets full of berries, and she and Ira took the ladder and carried it into the shed. As soon as they entered the house, raindrops began to fall outside. At times, they hit the glass. It started to rain heavily.
-Phew, we made it. Ira, you're our weather forecaster. I think it's going to rain for a long time. It hasn't rained for two weeks, it's time to water the earth.
-Yes, I think so too, for a long time. Maybe until tomorrow morning.
Vera started working with the cherries. Ira helped her. Deniska helped them. They had sugar at home. They decided to eat some cherries, make cherry compote, and cook jam.
-Verchik, how are we going to take it to the city? There will be about seven liter jars here.
-We won't take it all at once. We'll take one jar, then two, and then another.
They finished late in the evening. The rain hadn't stopped. It was pelting down outside the window. They decided that tomorrow, after the rain, they would light the stove. Before going to bed, when Ira was in the shower, Deniska went over to his mother's bed and sat down.
-What's up, son?
He leaned his head against his mother.
-Mom, aren't we going to sleep in the hayloft?
-Why? There are beds, lights, and all the amenities here.
-Well, we're all together there. Ira tells interesting stories. I liked it there.
-Oh, Deniska, I know you liked it.
She pulled him close and kissed him.
-Okay, I'll ask Ira tomorrow. Maybe she'll agree. Have you got your buddy ready for bed? No inflammation? Maybe you need some cream?
-No, Mom, thanks, it's okay. Everything's fine.
Ira came in soon after. They wished each other good night and fell asleep to the sound of rain. In the morning, the rain lost its strength. In some places, patches of cloudless sky appeared, and after noon, the rain stopped completely. It was damp and cool outside. After quickly finishing his morning chores, Deniska set about lighting the big stove. Or rather, he set about it, but his mother and Ira were in charge. His mother opened the latch at the top. Ira selected small sticks from the firewood that Deniska had stacked inside the stove. Large branches were also prepared. When everything was ready to burn, Deniska added the chopped wood.
-There you go. You can light it now.
Vera placed a small bundle of straw just behind the damper, lit it, and used a poker to push it toward the pile of small sticks for kindling. At first, there was a lot of smoke, but then the fire caught. They added small and large branches and logs. They successfully lit the stove. It was their first time doing this. Ira walked around the stove. There was no smoke anywhere. She went outside and checked how the smoke was coming out of the chimney. Kuzmich had cleaned the chimneys well. The stove was burning.
Mom was getting ready to go to Evdokia Anisimovna's. Ira and Deniska stayed home. They put wood in the stove and sat near it, watching the crackling fire. The stove came to life and began to whisper in its own language with a light crackling sound. The spirit of the house was awakened by its warmth. The smell of burning wood made Ira feel something eternal, almost forgotten, but painfully familiar. The fire in the stove brought her consciousness back to her roots and the wisdom of her ancestors.
-Ira, where did you work before our technical school?
-First at school. We transferred there from our city on assignment. There were three of us. Together, we graduated from the pedagogical university in Blagoveshchensk. Here we were offered work and, most importantly, housing. So we moved.
Deniska asked questions, and Ira answered. She told him where Blagoveshchensk was located, how she got in, how she studied. They passed the time with a leisurely conversation. The fire in the stove burned merrily. Deniska thought the stove seemed happy that it had finally been given wood and lit. Soon Vera arrived. There was no particular news. And what news could there be when there were no more than ten permanent residents in the village. Looking into the stove and touching it with her hand, she said that there was no need to add more wood. These would burn out and that would be it.
-It will warm up later and it will be hot in the house. It's very nice outside. The sun has already warmed the ground. All the puddles have dried up. And tomorrow should be a clear day too. We can try to go to the forest and the lake.
-Yes, let's do it. I want to swim and dive.
Deniska went to the end of the garden to the stream. Ira asked him to cut three sticks from the vine for the forest. "It's not a difficult job, I'll do it," he said and took a small hacksaw from the workshop. He cut off some small branches. Back in the yard, he cleaned them of twigs. It turned out pretty well.
-What do we need them for?
-Imagine you're walking through the forest, looking at your feet so you don't step on an anthill, and suddenly something moves in the grass. You push the grass aside with a stick, see a hedgehog, and keep walking.
-What if it's a snake? Ira, I'm scared. Actually, what if there are lots of snakes there?
-Anything is possible. That's why we'll have a stick. You always have to watch your step in the forest and look around a little. As a rule, snakes don't attack first. But if you step on one, it will attack. We need to wear thick pants. Evdokia Anisimovna didn't warn us. Maybe there aren't many of them here. I'll go ahead, and you and Deniska follow me.
This conversation dampened their desire to go to the forest lake a little, but their desire to sunbathe and swim was stronger. In the evening, they packed their things and decided that, taking precautions, they would go anyway. It was warm in the cabin, and they sat on a bench outside. Ira and Vera talked about work. Deniska didn't know what to do. He decided to make the sticks for the forest smoother for his hands. He took some sandpaper and sanded the handle. It became comfortable for his hand. He held it comfortably in his hand. Around nine o'clock, they decided to get ready for bed.
-Deniska, Ira and I have decided to sleep in the hayloft tonight. It turned out the way you wanted. It's hot in the cabin. The stove will give off heat all night long.
-Okay, Mom.
As always, Deniska was sent to the shower first.
-He likes it when you talk about energy and human development. It's all new to him. But families used to be large. Older children took care of younger ones. Sisters took care of brothers and vice versa. From childhood, they all bathed together with the adults in the bathhouse. The older ones gradually initiated the younger ones, and there were no perversions. But Deniska and I are alone. It turns out that I am responsible for him, for his sex education.
-Yes, Vera. You're right. I lived with my mother and grandmother. They told me everything I couldn't read anywhere.
They talked about the sexual education of young people for some time. When Deniska came out of the house, they fell silent. Vera approached him.
-Did you change into clean clothes?
-No. I didn't think about it.
-Okay, let's go, I'll walk you out and get your clothes. Ira, you go take a shower, I'll go after you.
They walked with Deniska to the stairs.
-Mom, I wanted to ask you something.
-What? Ask away.
-When we're all together, can I touch you everywhere?
Vera didn't know how to answer. Remembering all her conversations with Ira about sexual initiation in the family, about the fact that now was the second initiation of knowledge, as Shiva had explained, she said.
-Son, you can a little. If something is wrong, I'll stop you.
-Mom, thank you.
He leaned his head on her shoulder and hugged her.
-Can I touch Ira?
-I think so. You're a normal person. Within reason, you can. We love you.
-Mom, I'll be very gentle.
He reached out to her and kissed her on the cheek. Vera responded and kissed him back.
-Well, my dear, go upstairs, take off your underwear and T-shirt, and throw them to me. I'll bring you clean ones and put them next to you. You'll find them in the morning.
Deniska did everything.
-Mom, hold the flashlight. I don't need it yet.
She went into the cabin. It was very warm inside. "They didn't calculate the firewood correctly. They put in too much for the summer." She prepared a change of clothes for herself and Deniska. Soon Ira came out, wrapped in a towel, drying her hair with a small towel.
-I'll be right there.
Vera went to take a shower. After the shower, they sat in the cabin for a while. They rubbed cream on their hands and just talked. An hour later, they were ready to go to the hayloft. Vera took a light blanket with her, just in case. Outside, after admiring the starry sky, they quietly went into the barn. Vera whispered.
-Deniska must be asleep. Hold the flashlight.
Ira shone the light up at Vera from below. Deniska was awake, and when his mother was already at the top of the opening, he saw that the beam of the flashlight illuminated his mother's very short clothes from below, and he could see the silhouettes of her slender legs and the beautiful curves of her body. "His mother is so beautiful." Ira followed her mother into the doorway. They lowered the flashlight beam and began to make their way toward Deniska.
-It's still warm here. I'll put the blanket here. We'll cover ourselves with sheets.
Deniska initially wanted to say that he was awake and waiting for them, but changed his mind. Vera put the flashlight down without turning it off. He could see her bend over and put something next to his sneakers. "My clean clothes," Deniska thought. His mother was wearing a short nightgown. It barely covered her buttocks. Vera bent over and put down more clothes. "So this is Mom's robe." At that moment, he saw two halves of his mother's buttocks in the dim light. Ira also put a robe next to her. Her short nightgown barely covered her thighs, although it was slightly longer than her mother's. They stood side by side, and he could clearly see their bare legs.
-Deniska is lying in the middle. Well, let's lie on the edges like last time.
-Yes, Vera, let's do it.
They turned off the flashlight and lay down quietly so as not to wake Deniska. They covered themselves with a sheet. At that moment, Deniska turned his head toward his mother.
-Mom, I'm not asleep yet. I dozed off. You took so long.
-It just happened that way. Let me cover you up. Go to sleep.
-No, I'll just lie here a little longer.
-Well, then cover your ears with your hands. I want to ask Ira something.
"What if..." Deniska suggested hesitantly.
-Mom, maybe you can lie down in my place, closer to Ira, and I'll lie down below. I'll shine my flashlight on your dots. That way, I definitely won't hear what you're talking about.
-Son, again? Do you want to nominate your mother for the title of "Teacher of the Year"? I will be awarded this title for outstanding achievements in educating the younger generation.
-Mom is joking. Verchik, we kind of promised. But if you're against it, no one will insist.
-I understand. Well, what should we do with you?
Vera was unsure. Ira suggested:
-Honey, you understand, right? We're embarrassed. Let's keep the flashlight with us. It will shine upward. That way, we won't feel so awkward. And you'll be able to see a little under the sheet.
-Yes, of course. Let's do it that way.
-All right, son. What wouldn't you do for your son? Crawl down there.
Denis moved down, squatted, and covered himself with the sheet. Ira and Vera moved closer to each other and touched shoulders. They bent their knees and spread their legs.
-Leave yourself some air.
-Yes, Mom. There's some on the side. You can talk, I'm not listening.
Vera spoke in a low voice, sometimes whispering.
-After our conversation here in the hayloft, I couldn't find answers to some of my questions. So, if young couples meet, get married, and have a happy family, does their relationship harm them when they live together?
Deniska thought about how best to position himself. In the end, he settled down so that Irina's left leg, bent at the knee, and his mother's right leg, also bent at the knee, were touching. He sat in the center, pressed close to them so that he was almost sitting on their toes. His legs were tucked under their raised knees and touched their feet, while his knees were relaxed and spread apart. He touched the inside of their thighs near their knees with his palms. Not knowing what to do and having no specific goal, he slowly began to lower his palms, stroking their thighs. His palms were approaching their groins. His arm was completely straight. He did not reach the mound. His fingers were deep in the groin and barely touched the hair. "If only Mom and Ira would pull their legs a little closer to themselves."
-In modern society, sexual relations between spouses, as a rule, when there are already children, have lost their novelty and are reduced to instinctive intercourse. In this case, men waste their seed and energy, thereby weakening their sexual sphere.
-And how is this described in ancient books?
-Of course, they do not use such terminology. But from this text, everything will become clear to you "O Jiva! You seek a woman in thirst, and like a deer you are caught in Maya's net. Because you do not know how to accumulate seed in the central Nadi Sushumna. Everything that should be accumulated is wasted by you day after day, making your body weak and old, like a dry bamboo leaf."
-Yes, I understand, although I don't know some of the terms.
-Women are generally in a better position, since a man's seed, remaining inside a woman, benefits her. Women don't always have orgasms, which further helps them conserve their sexual energy. Women's main energy expenditure occurs during their cycle.
-Yes, I see. Ira, is Deniska stroking your legs?
-Yes, he is. I think he wants to reach further, but our legs are in the way.
-Maybe we could pull them closer to us. Then his hand would reach.
-Yes, let's do it. Together, on the count of three. One, two, three...
They pulled their legs closer, with Deniska sitting on the edges of their toes and the insteps of their feet.
Deniska realized that he would not be able to reach the desired spot, and moreover, it was very difficult to see anything. "Oh well. Mom would be against it anyway. Why upset her?" He began to stroke the inner thighs of the other leg. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled closer. Irina and his mother's leg bent as much as possible at the knee, pulling him closer. Now he could even reach her waist with his hand. He stroked all the accessible areas with his hand and immediately moved on to the two mounds. He enjoyed stroking these curly hairs, sometimes parting them and penetrating deeper with his fingers. He felt a strong arousal. He tightened the muscles of his perineum and lower abdomen and froze in a pause. Without letting go, he began to breathe shallowly, as the muscle tension prevented him from doing so.
He didn't relax his muscles. He felt the intense tension ease.
All that remained was a pleasant, controlled excitement. He also noticed that his mate was tightly pressed against the shins of both Ira and his mother. "It turns out that you can enter a state of control over your mate by performing two lower muscle locks. Why locks? Since he closed the energy outlet with his muscles, a lock is appropriate. Let it be a muscle lock. It must be held." Feeling this controlled state within himself, he switched his attention entirely to the mounds. He stroked them from top to bottom and from bottom to top. His fingers became wet. He felt the reciprocal movements. "I have to try to do it like before. Mom likes it." He gently spread the folds of the mounds with the fingers of his left hand, then his right, and placed his index and middle fingers on the upper part. He began to slowly stroke there.
-Vera, it seems to have worked. Deniska is sitting closer. He has such gentle hands. I enjoy feeling them.
-Yes, me too. He strokes me so gently with his hands. And since we have a flashlight, I don't feel so ashamed in front of him. Ira, how should a couple live correctly then? If I understand correctly, it is precisely because of such relationships and the regular loss of semen and energy that their bodies become depleted. Because of this, they fall ill even in middle age. That is why men die earlier. Medicine rarely helps.
-You understood correctly. It is precisely because of the depletion of a person's sexual sphere that their body dies prematurely. The correct relationship between couples is described in ancient books. Sometimes they talk about Vajroli in pairs, and sometimes in a poetic way. But the point is the same — it's all about preservation and more preservation. Men and women need to know how to control their sexual energy. Then, when they're making love and their fluids are ready to come out, they need to freeze and pull them back up with all their muscles. For men, Vajroli is the pulling in of the muscles involved in controlling the penis. For women, it is Sahajoli, which takes into account her anatomical features — the clitoris, the muscles of the lower vagina, and the urethra. In this case, the benefits are doubled for them. There is an exchange of sex hormones, which is extremely beneficial to their health, prolonging their lives and making them completely unfamiliar with the concept of illness.
-And in poetry? Perhaps you remember?
-I read all the texts in translation. Here is an excerpt: "Supporting the Wisdom indicated by Budha (Mercury), Which stands between the Sun and Saturn, The young yogi, holding a maiden in his arms, Knows infinite pleasure: So as not to let the male silver liquid flow out, Before the female golden liquid flows out."
Or this one: "Those who perfect wisdom and embrace a woman in the beauty of wisdom will not know sorrow. Even though he is close to a woman, The silvery liquid remains unspent And does not flow inside the woman."
-It sounds beautiful and unusual in its own way in poetry.
Ira and Vera fell silent. Deniska's hands prevented them from continuing.
-Deniska is stroking me there right now. He got inside. It feels so good.
Vera pressed herself against Ira. She hugged her. Her hand fell on her breast.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-It's okay, let it stay there. I feel very good too. Deniska is stroking me there as well. Let's lie there for a while.
Ira also hugged her and put her hand on her chest. They almost froze in the upper part of their bodies, because below, they raised their mounds toward Deniska's hand movements.
Both Vera and Ira stroked each other's nipples through the fabric of their nightgowns.
-I can't take it anymore." I'm about to come. Ira, we have to get him out of there.
-Me too. I'm so excited inside. Let's grab him with one hand each. Each on our own side. Cover his mate with our other hand. Lift up the feet he's sitting on. He'll slide down onto us like a slide.
On the count of three, they lifted their legs up. At that moment, Deniska felt his mother and Ira remove his hands from their mounds. His butt began to rise. First, one hand slipped under his mate and covered it, then the second hand did the same. They began to pull him down. Holding Deniska by the hands, they gently pulled him toward them and laid him between them. Vera removed the sheet from his head.
-Are you okay? Breathe. Did you find what you were looking for?
-No. Mom, I want to keep looking.
-Okay, our little explorer, let's go to sleep.
-Mom, can I stay with you? It's warm here. I don't need to cover myself. If it gets cold, we'll cover ourselves with one sheet.
Having said this, Deniska really didn't mean anything by it in a contextual sense.
-I don't mind. Ask Ira too.
-I don't mind either. Lie down.
Vera had been lying on her back for a long time, so she turned onto her right side toward Deniska and put her arm around him.
-Mom, if you're uncomfortable, just say so, and I'll move over or switch sides.
-It's fine. Let's go to sleep.
Deniska also turned onto his right side toward Ira and put his arm around her waist.
-Yes, let's sleep.
Having said that, Ira turned over too. She covered Deniska's arm around her waist with her left hand. Deniska turned his head toward his mother and whispered:
-Mom, if my buddy accidentally presses against you, it's not me, I mean, it's me, but accidentally.
-Okay, son. You're a smart boy, keep yourself under control.
Silence fell. Deniska was still dreaming of new sensations, which gradually turned into sleep. Yes, he fell asleep. And in his sleep, he caressed, touched, and looked, trying to see and examine everything better. Vera also began to fall asleep. But then a disturbing thought brought her out of her sleep. She lightly touched Ira's shoulder.
-Ira, are you asleep?
-Almost, I'm falling asleep.
-Sorry. What should I do if Deniska suddenly starts pushing his buddy around a lot at night?"
-Yes, that can happen in a dream. Gently take his mate arm and move him aside. If he starts moving around a lot, press me twice, and I'll press his point. If that doesn't help, then we'll wake him up.
-Okay. You press me too. I'll help him. Good night.
-Good night.
Ira let go of Deniska's hand, put it next to her, and fell asleep. Vera laid her head on the pillow and drifted off. During the night, through her sleep, she felt Deniska's knees touch and press against the top of her thighs from behind. "It's him in my dream." And indeed, it was quiet after that. "Here we go again." Deniska pressed his knees against her. This time she felt his buddy pressing against her private parts. She froze. Deniska was asleep and showed no signs of movement. She dozed off again and was almost asleep when she was awakened again by the pressure from behind. "He's dreaming about something. What if he has a wet dream? What should I do?" She remembered that Ira had advised her to open the head of his buddy. "But he'll wake up right away." At that moment, Deniska pressed himself against her again, and his buddy moved further into her buttocks. Vera carefully lifted her leg and tried to touch his buddy with her hand. "I'll take some cream, open the head, and lubricate it. The cream will soften the sensitivity, and he won't wake up. The head will be open, and there will be no wet dream." Having made this decision, she took the "Baby Cream" out of the pocket of the robe lying nearby and squeezed a little onto her palm. It was chamomile cream, and she often used it for her hands. It was all by touch in the dark, but she managed. Lifting and moving his right leg aside, she put both hands between his legs. Opening the head, she placed it on the palm of her other hand, where she had the cream.
She checked. "Now everything should be fine." She placed her buddy between her folds and lowered her leg. "Now everything is ready for sleep." After a while, Deniska pressed himself against Vera once more. His buddy slid gently deeper and returned to its place. Deniska was asleep. His buddy did not violate the boundaries that Vera had set. She gradually fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Ira woke up once because Deniska's head had rolled onto her pillow and he was breathing into her ear in his sleep. They turned away as quietly as possible. She didn't have time to fall asleep before Deniska pressed his knees tightly against her back. He pressed himself against her, and she could hear his breath on her neck. She began to move away, but this time he put his arm around her waist and pressed himself against her again. She felt his mate. They lay like that. Ira didn't move his arm away so as not to wake him. From time to time, Deniska would press himself against her and then let go. She felt his mate slip easily between her folds. "Strange. Maybe he had a wet dream and he's wet. He can't be that slippery." She slipped her hand between her legs and carefully felt his mate. It was indeed slippery. "What is this?" She brought her hand to her face and recognized the scent of chamomile. "It's hand cream." She calmed down. She positioned Deniska's mate so that there was no pressure from her side. After a while, she fell asleep. In her sleep, she felt Deniska pressing against her several times, but she did not wake up. There was no reason for her to.
Vera woke up. After lying with her eyes closed for a while, she decided to get up. It was already light in the hayloft. She hadn't taken her watch, but it was around 7 o'clock. Turning toward Deniska, she saw him snuggled up to Ira. He had his arm around her waist and was sleeping peacefully. Ira heard the rustling of clothes and raised her head.
-Vera, are you getting up already?
-Yes. I'll go make breakfast.
-I'll come with you. Can you help me get up? I don't want to wake Deniska.
-Yes. How?
-Take his hand and lift him up. I'll try to get up quietly.
Vera carefully lifted her son's arm, freeing Ira, who moved forward and stood up. She put her arm back in place, but at that moment Deniska turned onto his back in his sleep. The sheet shifted. His excited buddy was in full view. They covered Deniska with the sheet.
-I was already awake too and lying there. I didn't know how to get up without waking him. He was touching me closely. He must be dreaming about something. A healthy body, a healthy erection. Ira knocked three times on the wooden post. They went downstairs as quietly as possible.
Deniska woke up around 8 a.m. There was no one around. He quickly got dressed. "Today we're going to the lake." After tidying up his bed, he went downstairs and met his mother in the yard a minute later.
-Hello, son. Did you sleep well? Wash up, have breakfast, we're leaving around 10. Don't rush. There's no need to hurry. It's just a rough estimate.
-Yes, I slept well. Did I wake you up? Did my knees wake you up?
-No. Everything's fine.
Ira hung up the kitchen towel to dry and went into the house. They were ready at the agreed time. Ira checked their clothing. They were all wearing summer sneakers, sweatpants, and light jackets. Vera and Deniska had one bag between them. Deniska carried the bag. They had homemade sticks in their hands. When they reached a small stream behind the garden, they kept to the left. The clear waters of the stream sparkled in the sunlight. In places, the damp ground was covered with moss, and the few stones at the bottom of the stream were framed by delicate, thin stems of aquatic plants. Somewhere around here there had to be a crossing to the other side. They quickly found it. Then they went up the edge of the forest, as Evdokia Anisimovna had said. They walked around the thick grass, where the morning dew had not yet dried. Ira walked ahead, followed by Deniska. Vera turned her head from side to side, admiring the nature. As they climbed the slope, the forest became denser, and light penetrated through the branching branches only in drops, creating a play of light and shadow in the form of flickering glints on the barely visible paths leading deep into the forest. The singing of birds filled the air with melodies, creating an atmosphere of incredible harmony. Each note seemed to be part of a natural symphony concert. Tall birch trees, with their light trunks and quivering leaves, adorned this forest element.
Their trunks, like snow-white columns, stretched toward the sky, swaying gently, while their leaves rustled softly in the wind, creating a unique soundscape. The further they moved away from the stream, the more the green crowns of the trees created an impenetrable canopy, under which lay a world full of secrets and mysteries. They often stopped and looked around. Everything was filled not only with visual splendor, but also with the harmony of nature and the joy of life, which resonated in every rustle, aroma, birdsong, and whisper of the leaves. Time stood still, allowing them to forget their worldly cares and immerse themselves completely in the magic of the surrounding nature. Despite the canopy of trees, the sun warmed their shoulders pleasantly. Taking a deep breath, Vera realized that she wanted to breathe, breathe, and breathe again. Ira stopped.
-We have to get to the birch trees and then go right along them to get to the lake?
-Yes, something like that. I can't see any birch trees yet. That means we have to climb higher.
Deniska approached Vera and said quietly:
-Mom, please hold my bag. I need to take a leak.
-Go ahead. We'll wait for you.
He turned right and found some bushes to hide behind. Having successfully completed his mission, he looked around. Not far away, he saw some fern bushes starting to grow. They grew in the shade of the trees and were bright green. "What's that red leaf on the ground over there?" He stood on tiptoe. "So it's a mushroom. A boletus. A tall white stem. Beautiful." He knew boletus mushrooms. His mother always brought them when she returned from Grandma Polly's.
-Mom, I found a boletus here. I'll be right back.
-Pick it and come out. We'll go mushroom hunting sometime.
Deniska ran to the mushroom. Here he was, the forest wizard. How beautiful he was. It was the first mushroom in his life. "Twist it. That's right." He was about to return when he saw another mushroom nearby. He ran to it. Yes, it was also a honey mushroom.
-Another one. Mom, I'll be right back.
Vera and Ira were waiting for Deniska. Hearing about the third mushroom, they looked at each other. Deniska's voice was already far away. Ira approached the bushes and began to look for Deniska in the distance.
-Something's wrong. Let's go after him.
And then they heard Deniska's voice - "aaah-aaah" - which began to fade away and eventually died down. The two of them rushed toward the last sound.
-Deniska! Where are you!?
They ran down the hill a little. Fern leaves whipped their legs. Deniska was nowhere to be seen. They stopped. Silence. Somewhere, where they had been before, birds were singing. But here it was quiet.
-Vera, I'll shout, and you listen. He has to answer. Deniska! Deniskaaa!
-I'm here. Don't...
They didn't understand what he said, but they heard the direction and ran that way. Suddenly Vera, who was running ahead, slipped, fell backward, and began to slide down the hill while sitting on the ground.
-Vera, stick your stick in the ground.
Vera managed to slow down and stop. The stick pierced the soft ground and held her back. Ira couldn't see her because of the tall fern leaves around her.
-Ira, I'm here.
-Don't move, I'll come to you now.
Vera started calling Deniska again.
-Deniska, where are you?
-Mom, I'm down here. There's some kind of puddle here. Try...
His voice was muffled by the forest, and it was difficult to make out. Meanwhile, Ira saw Vera's head sitting on the ground and holding onto the stick. She took a pocket knife from her bag and began cutting fern leaves and stacking them on top of each other. When she had a fluffy layer underneath her, she sat down on them as if on a sled. She gathered the leaf stems in her arms, lifted them between her legs in front of her, and began pushing herself toward Vera. She slowly began to slide. She stopped near Vera.
-How are you? Do you have your bag with you?
-I'm fine. Yes, I have it with me.
-Come over to me. Sit behind me, put your bag on top of mine and hold them above your head.
Hold on to me. Wrap your arm around me. Throw away the sticks. They're dangerous now. Push off with your feet along with me.
After pushing off several times, they slid down the hill like they were on a sled. Ira dug her heels into the ground to slow down. Fern leaves whipped against their clothes. Water appeared ahead. There was no way to stop. There was a steep slope down to the water. They flew into the water and were immediately waist-deep. They stood up and immediately saw Deniska. He was about ten meters away from them. Vera turned to him with relief and reproach.
-Deniska, are you okay? Are you hurt?
-Yes. I'm just covered in mud. I can't get out. I'm sliding down into the water. It's slippery here.
They were all dirty and covered in mud. Only the bags that Vera was holding on top had retained their color and were even dry.
-Vera, follow me. Watch my feet. If I fall through, don't step there. Deniska, stay where you are. We're coming to you.
When she reached Deniska, Ira took his stick.
-All right, let's get out of here. I'll go first, Vera follow me with the bags. Deniska, you bring up the rear. If Mom starts to fall, support her.
Ira, holding out her hand with the stick, began to feel her way along the bottom and set off.
-Ira, why are we going in the opposite direction from the shore?
-This is Zamaniha. Remember, Yevdokia Anisimovna told us. We have to get to the opposite shore.
-Yes, I remember. So that's how treacherous it is.
Zamaniha Forest Lake: https://youtube.com/shorts/cDXy0hownWs
Deniska didn't understand anything. They followed Ira in single file. Half an hour later, dirty and dripping wet, they reached the opposite bank. Vera and Deniska immediately sat down on the ground.
-We can't sit here for long. It's drier over there. Let's take off our wet clothes, wring them out, and go home to drink hot tea.
They moved to a drier area, stripped down to their underwear, and wrung out their clothes. Deniska took them. First, they got out of the fern thicket, then walked around the lake and came out right at the place by the stream where they had entered the forest in the morning. They quickly walked to their house. They immediately went to the water barrel.
-Honey, put your clothes on the bench and take a shower.
-Son, let's go together so that Ira doesn't have to wait for us both in turn.
-Don't rush, I'll stay here in the sun. This will be my mud bath.
Vera and Deniska rinsed their feet with water from the barrel and went to take a shower. Entering the house, they tiptoed into the shower. Dirty water was no longer dripping down, so there weren't many traces. In the shower, they stripped naked. Vera gave Deniska some soap. Deniska began to look at his mother's breasts. The last time he saw them was probably before he started school.
-Son, lather up first and wash off all the mud. I'll take care of myself. And don't stare at me too much. I'm your mother.
-Yes, I won't. She's beautiful. I was staring. Sorry.
Vera turned away from her son and started washing her hair. Deniska quickly lathered up his head. He glanced at his mother, mainly at what was below her waist. "Why do I like women's body lines so much? It's really beautiful."
-Mom, I'm done." I'm waiting for you. Tell me when to turn on the shower.
-Yes, I'm almost done too.
Vera lathered herself all over and rubbed the soap suds in.
-Turn it on.
Under the pressure of the water, they washed away the remaining dirt and soap. There was a stream of dirty water under their feet.
-There you go. Now let's scrub ourselves clean with washcloths and get out.
Vera lathered up the washcloth and rubbed Denis with soap, and only then began to scrub him with the washcloth. She moved it in circles and rubbed him with the washcloth. She noticed that his buddy had already risen on the second circle and was looking briskly in her direction. She rubbed him and his crotch.
-Mom, I'm done. I'm clean. Let me scrub you. You rest.
-Go ahead, maybe it will be faster that way.
They switched roles. Vera lathered herself with soap, and Deniska scrubbed her with a washcloth. After lathering herself, Vera closed her eyes.
-Scrub me with the washcloth and tell me how to turn.
Deniska was immensely happy that he had been entrusted with such an important task. He rubbed his mother's front first. He rubbed her breasts. Vera covered her nipples with her fingers. Then her stomach. Then he moved lower. He rubbed her mound in circular motions.
-Mom, should I use the washcloth or my hand here?
-I'll do it myself here." Rub my legs.
Deniska moved on to her legs, while Vera sat down and washed her mound.
-Turn around.
He also thoroughly scrubbed her back and arms with a washcloth. When he reached her buttocks, he paused for a moment, appreciating the pleasant amount of work, and began to rub. She was so pleasantly springy that he repeated these movements several times. He did not forget to wash her middle, pushing the washcloth into her as far as possible. Squatting down, he rubbed her thighs and legs.
-Thank you, son. You are my best helper. Turn on the water. We'll wash ourselves.
Turning on the water, they quickly finished washing and got out of the shower.
-Here.
Mom handed Deniska her panties.
-Get dressed and run outside into the sunshine and call Ira. I'll dry off and come out to you.
Deniska went outside. Ira got ready to take a shower. Deniska went to sit on a bench in the sun.
-Deniska, freeze, please.
Ira approached him from behind and grabbed something behind his ears with her hand. She succeeded on the third try.
-The little bugger got stuck. Finally, she removed her hand.
-Ira, what is it?
-Don't be scared. It's a forest tick. They attached themselves to us in the forest when we were getting out of the ferns. Here it is.
Deniska saw a small bug in her hands.
-We need to examine ourselves carefully. If we don't find them within 24 hours, they'll burrow under our skin and then it will be difficult to get them out. Wait for me to get out of the shower and don't get dressed.
Mom came out. She was wearing a T-shirt and panties. They sat on a bench and warmed themselves in the sun.
-Weren't you cold when we were getting out of the lake? The water there is really cold.
"Ira probably didn't tell her mother anything so as not to worry her. He won't say anything either."
-No, Mom. We were moving when we got out. Why Lake Zamaniha?
Vera told Deniska what she knew about the lake from Evdokia Anisimovna. "So much for the forest. It's beautiful and mysterious," thought Deniska.
To be continued.