There are no coincidences.

My life plans never extended beyond the next two weeks or at most a month... I lived only in the present and tried to enjoy life as opportunities arose. It so happened that my carefree life was disrupted by fate, which turned my existence in a different direction, adding new shades to my usual palette of colors. My plans, which I essentially never made, passed me by. My cousin Anton introduced me to one of his friends, Sasha.

I wasn't in a hurry to disturb my peaceful solitude before, but, as mentioned above, fate decided everything for me. He's a nice guy, and quite handsome too.

And now we had been a couple for a year. And my relationship with my brother had become better than before, as we often spent time all together in our close-knit little group. And my brother himself had been dating my closest friend Irka for over two years; we've been friends since school. She's a good and fun girl, I valued and respected her very much, especially since I was the one who nudged her into my brother's reliable hands.

Our little gang had a great tradition... Every summer we'd load up my boyfriend's car with all sorts of necessary gear and set off on a journey that took two hours from our town. This path led to a picturesque spot. A clean, warm lake, a small sandy beach surrounded by soft green grass. It's an area where you can relax and make noise in your own company without bothering anyone, as this place was never really claimed by anyone else. We always managed to arrive there on the right day and at the right time. And our numbers always exceeded four people, as usually someone would bring along an acquaintance.

This year, my brother brought another one of his friends along on the trip, besides my boyfriend. It was a friend from work. Anton introduced us to Sergey during the drive. It's a good thing my boyfriend got such a spacious car, a German-made minivan. And, as usual, we occupied the entire resting spot with just our noisy little group. The guys took care of setting up the camp (tents, grill, loungers), while Irka and I first rushed to the water and reported back to the guys about its condition—it was quite warm and clean.

An hour later, the guys, dusting off their hands, demonstrated their excellence to us, having done all the hard work... House built (tents pitched), hearth burning (fire lit), furniture arranged (loungers unfolded, table set up). Well done, guys, they tried... Real men. We girls had our fair share, and we started setting the table and tending the hearth, or rather, throwing more wood on the fire. The boys were the first to conquer the lake, disturbing the water's surface. Irka and I looked at them with envy and threw reproaches. They defended themselves by saying their work was done, only rest lay ahead. Our cooking took a full two hours... TWO, damn, a whole two hot hours that demanded swimming. The table is groaning with food and drinks... Shashlik, light vegetable salads, sliced meats and cheeses, bread and lavash, baked potatoes. All this was complemented by several bottles of vodka, a case of beer, and juices.

I looked at Ira with relief and called her to go swimming. In the tent, we put swimsuits on our slender, attractive bodies, not yet favored by the sun, and ran to the lake. Anton and Sasha went to the table and filled shot glasses with the fiery liquid. Sergey kept us company while swimming. Anton called him to the table to drink in the circle of men. The pastime was excellent, food and drink were being consumed.

Late in the evening, the campfire became the best source of light, and all our guys surrounded it from all sides, drinking alcohol and telling various stories. The water at night seemed even warmer, and everyone except Sasha and Anton confirmed this. The two friends got so drunk they only had enough strength to stumble to the tent. Sergey entertained us with chatter and jokes, not stopping at what he'd drunk. Glasses were periodically filled, emptied, then filled again. My head was still trying to perceive and think, which couldn't be said for Ira. I helped her lie down in the tent empty of guys and fell asleep next to her myself.

The tent entrance wasn't zipped up, and a light warm breeze blew through it. I woke up, without opening my eyes, to turn over, and my light summer dress rode up to my hips. I was lying facing Ira and cursing my beloved in my mind for not being next to me. I terribly wanted his hand on my charms, especially since my appetizing butt in lacy panties was so accidentally exposed. The breeze blew a little more insistently, and I felt all its advantage. Its stream blew through my crotch, causing me to inadvertently become aroused. What to do when my insatiable body demanded affection? I searched for an answer and couldn't think of a course of action. And Sashka, as if on purpose, is snoring in the next tent. Maybe he'll still come to his senses and find me? I filled my head with similar questions for another fifteen minutes, but nothing changed.

My lower abdomen began to ache, and my vaginal walls contracted with any fantasy that entered my thoughts. I couldn't endure the torment any longer and left the tent. Only embers remained of the fire. In the dark, I could only see the silhouette of a guy sleeping on a lounger. Noting to myself that it was Sergey, as he was the last one "alive" by the fire, I quietly crept into the other tent and lay down next to the guy. Anton was sleeping by the tent wall, and I'd recognized his snoring since childhood. Well, if my brother is sleeping soundly and snoring, you couldn't wake him with a tank (I knew that by heart too), then I could proceed with my plan. I very carefully and quietly slipped under my guy's blanket and exposed his back, stroking it with my hand. He mumbled something and moved away a little.

But I moved closer and, hugging him, began to grab at his "sleeping" sexual organ. In response, he removed my hand and continued sleeping, then turned onto his back. I could barely contain my indignation; I wanted to hit him in the side and be offended. Not the situation, I needed action and a result. I decided to act more decisively and play my trump card. "I know you won't refuse this, my dear," I said to myself. I crawled under the blanket and moved down to his feet, then pulled his shorts down from his hips and began stroking his cock with my hands. Put my lips to work, then my tongue. His cock instantly hardened.

The guy moaned and started moving his hips. "That's it, my boy. And you were resisting," I concluded smugly. I greedily worked his tool and felt his hand rest on my head. Then the hand began to pull me up and pressed me against the hot male body. My butt felt the pulsating device on it and involuntarily presented itself more strongly. I became even more aroused and began to feel strong wetness between my legs. One of his hands grabbed my breast, and the other carefully inserted his cock into my pussy. I gasped and froze, a shiver running through my body. Finally... It happened... He's inside me. But how is this? He never liked this position. What's with him?

Anyway, it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't change his mind, because it feels so good to me. He passionately groped my body with his hands, greedily drilling my hole with his drill. I don't want this to end. We, as best we could, held back moans and excessive noises so Anton wouldn't hear and wake up. I wouldn't want my brother to catch his sister in this kind of activity. Two more hard thrusts, and he pulled out his cock and finished on my back. "Not that! Not like that! What about me? Honey, what about me?" I worried exhaustedly in my thoughts. After five minutes, he laid me on my back and crawled down to my feet. Something's going to happen now. Or not? I felt his hot breath between my legs and shuddered convulsively. His lips greedily sank into my juicy pussy. What a twist! What do you call this?

He never did anything like this to me before. I'm confused, but I don't care, because right now I'm in seventh heaven from happiness. His tongue performed tricks so skillfully and executed such maneuvers that I didn't last even five minutes and came like never before. His hand covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream, but I accidentally bit it. My legs treacherously trembled and wouldn't obey me, my body floated in weightlessness, and my head completely switched off. I only woke up when a slight chill ran over my body. Outside, it was just beginning to get light.

In the tent with me, I found only my brother sleeping a little ways off. Where is he? Went out for a smoke or to the toilet? I got up, threw a blanket over myself, and left the tent. Until my eyes focused, I couldn't really see anything. Oh, crap!!! I wish I hadn't seen anything at all! What the hell?! Why the devil is Sasha sleeping on the lounger by the fire in the spot where Sergey should have been?! Wait, stop! Surely, Sergey got up and went somewhere, and Sasha came out for a smoke and fell asleep in his spot. Well, great... That settles it.

My legs carried me back to the tent, and I lay down to nap a little more. Someone lay down next to me and hugged me around the chest. I turned my face and slowly opened my eyes. What the fack?! I almost screamed and jumped to my feet. Sergey? It was Sergey! Why the hell is it him? He put a finger to his lips to maintain silence and also stood up next to me. I couldn't contain myself and threw verbal anger at him... In a whisper, of course, although I wanted to swear and scream.

— What do you want here?

— What do you mean?

— What do I mean! What the hell are you doing lying with me, and on top of that, groping me?

— Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?

— I'm fine. Are you normal?

— I don't understand you.

— What's to understand?

— First you come to me yourself, now you're saying all this nonsense. Maybe you have short-term memory loss?

— What are you talking about?

— Damn, you're something else. Come here to me, I'll caress you, and you'll remember everything.

I was simply stunned, I had nothing to say, and I just bolted outside. Sasha was still snoring on the lounger, and Ira came out of the neighboring tent.

— Olychik, you're already up.

— Huh? What? Me? Yeah... I woke up a while ago.

— The guys are all still sleeping. I'll go wake mine, or he'll sleep until lunch.

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Irka went into the tent to Anton, and Sergey came out of the same tent. I couldn't find my place in his company and busied myself with tasks. Started gathering trash, put leftover food and drinks into clean dishes. Sergey offered to help me and started helping with the dishes and trash.

— You really don't remember anything?

— What exactly? What are you talking about?

— I'm talking about our night together.

— I remember that night. But...

— I'll never be able to forget it.

— It was really you?

— Well, of course. Who did you expect to find there?

— Damn! But that can't be.

— But you came to me. Or not to me?

I couldn't hold back and started crying.

— Seriously? You thought you were with your boyfriend?

— Well, basically, yes.

— Ahahah! How so? Is there really no difference between us?

— I wasn't myself.

We had to abruptly fall silent because Sasha woke up. I tried to avoid his eyes. Sasha came up to me and hugged me tightly.

— How are you, my precious? Want to go for a swim?

— Uh... I think I'll do that a bit later. I need to finish up.

Sasha shrugged and went to the lake. Unexpectedly, lips touched my ear... His lips. They whispered the details of the passionate night to me. I closed my eyes and listened to every word he uttered with such relish and passion that I almost forgot that this shouldn't have happened under any circumstances. I hastily moved away from Sergey and carried the trash to the car. He called out to me and approached.

— Want some advice, sweetie?

I became even more nervous, thinking he would talk about dangerous consequences.

— Speak.

— Change your clothes. And put this dress away somewhere out of sight. Don't forget what we marked it with last night.

— Oh, right.

— Most importantly, don't forget why it's in that condition.

— What do you mean?

Sergey raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and went to the lake. We planned to spend the day at the lake as well, especially since the alcohol, at least for the one driving, needed to wear off. Sasha was rehydrating with mineral water and swimming more often to wash away the remnants of fogginess. Anton was unhappy about being woken up and reluctantly emerged into the light. Everyone glanced at each other and laughed at the rumpled faces and messy hair.

I continued to be in bewilderment, trying to make sense of what happened in my stupid head. My legs carried me away from the others to the solitude of the far shore of the lake. Everything that happened flashed before my eyes. To my surprise, I realized that I had liked it all insanely. But to my chagrin, I also realized that I didn't regret it. His touch, his strong, commanding hands, his pressure... I missed all of that so much... Missed it so much with Sasha. This is the end. No, really. This is truly the end. The end of my peaceful life with Sasha.

After that night, I definitely won't want him. What should I do? How should I behave? How to continue our relationship and life together? I couldn't answer all these questions. But who will? Time... Time will put everything in its place. You know, the most annoying thing is that this is how my infidelity turned out. After all, I lived by a principle... If you're going to fool around, be free, but if you're not free, then don't. But here's the thing that happened.

How did it happen that I cheated without any deliberate intent? He just wasn't where he should be, I just got horny at the wrong time. None of this fit in my head. Will it all be forgotten? I hope so. Time! I need time. Tomorrow morning we'll go home, I won't cross paths with him again. The main thing is that this secret doesn't reach anyone. Exactly! I need to talk to him about it. And just as I decided to get up, Sergey approached me.

— What are you thinking about?

— Oh, nothing... Nothing much. Why did you come?

— Just because. In case something's wrong.

— I want to be sure. Can you promise me you won't tell anyone about us?

— Hm... Okay.

— You promise?

Silence fell. I got up and went to the others. Anton pulled Sashka and Irka into playing volleyball in the water. After being invited to join, I refused and sat down by the rekindled fire. Sergey didn't exchange another word with me. Anton came to me privately and started inquiring about my well-being, suspecting something was wrong. I blamed it on my body not processing alcohol well and avoided further questioning. At night, everyone settled into the tents in their places... Irka and I lay in one, and the three boys in the other. Irka chattered nonstop before sleep, sharing wonderful impressions of the trip. I just lay there and looked out the tent window. Irka kept talking and talking, and I was silent.

— Are you even listening to me?__P_END