Chapter 7

Rhykov leaned back, allowing the warmth of the water to suffuse through his body. Although it was well into Spring, the outside still had a chill from the tailings of Winter. He placed his hands between the girls' legs on either side and listened for a moment to the tinkling of their laughter.

Risa and Katya's hands found purchases on his erect member. They joked it was a water snake and looked dangerous. Risa told her sister to be careful lest it bite.

"Not bite," she replied, "but I believe it spits when petted." There was another fit of giggling from the girls and Rhykov grinned in delight. He idly played with their pussies as they continued the banter of corny, sexy humour. He barely heard them as his mind began to drift back to the forests of Belarus a few months ago.

The War had seemed so far away during that Winter blizzard. As if by some mutual agreement, both Russians and their German enemy had put battle aside for the moment as they looked to their own preservation from the elements.

Snow piled up over the buildings at that abandoned logging camp. Some huts had been completely covered and were just white mounds with perhaps just the pole of a chimney marking its location. Anyone who had the necessity of travelling anywhere did so with the aid of skis or immense snow shoes. Rhykov had never mastered the art of skiing, so was content to delegate urgent tasks to those who had.

Occasionally, the wind would blow down the D/F loop antenna he'd fixed onto the roof of his 'headquarters' hut. It was while he was attempting to repair it during a howling wind that he'd slipped and fell off into the snow below.

The sisters had laughed uncontrollably as they tried to assist his extraction from the deep, soft snow. Rhykov cursed loudly as he struggled from the freezing, wet mantle. They both escorted him inside as he poured invective onto the Germans, the Mother he never knew and the 'fat, lazy chair-warmers at STAVKA.'

Risa maneuvred the big man to the fire and assisted him as he took off his outer clothes. Rhykov shivered and his face had a bluish tinge. Despite protesting that he was just fine, he allowed himself to be bossed by the older sister as she rubbed warmth back into his hands and arms.

"Stupid!" he muttered, "silly prick... falling like that! Should be more careful... too fucking cold for that shit... shoulda had more sense..."

"Stop criticising yourself!" Risa told him, "you did what you had to do."

"Oh, bullshit! Such foolishness is unforgivable in these conditions. The first rule is always to take care of your survival. You should have left me in the snow as a lesson."

"Shouldn't we also look out for each other?" Risa asked, "as comrades we should be able to depend on one another."

"As far as that goes. But what if one of you lost a glove, or injured yourself?"

"I would've summoned one of the team."

"If they had any sense they would've stayed indoors and let us freeze."

"But they wouldn't have, would they? They could never leave their leader to die. You are too valuable to..."

"Risa, stop it!" he snapped, "I know what you're going to say and I won't hear anymore worship." Risa wrapped her arms around him and hugged her body to his. Rhykov was surprised by the assault, but recovered enough to encircle the girl's shoulders.

"Please don't ask me to leave you," she wailed, "I could never..."

"Ok, ok, don't blubber so. Freeze to death beside me if you like. I'd be beyond caring in any case."

Meanwhile, her sister Katya looked on, a confused look on her face. Risa looked up and told her it was the best way to bring heat back into Rhykov's body. Her sister then came and tucked herself into his body on the other side. Rhykov encircled her shoulders, also, with his free arm.

Risa began to kiss his neck and cheek, and pressed herself more fiercely against him. Rhykov sighed as he felt the soft pillows of her breasts against his arm. He felt like pulling them free from her clothing and suckling them, but was mindful of her innocent sister snuggling on the other side of him. Risa's hand, however, drifted down to his lap and gave him a rub.

"It's all right," she whispered as Rhykov began to say something, "I've told Katya about us, she knows."

"Knows what?" he asked, glancing at Katya's curious expression.

"Knows what we do... together. I've told her you're very gentle, and loving."

"You have? Loving? Me?"

"Yes, I told her that you'd never hurt me. Not like that Husband of mine, who..."

"Yes, yes. So I'm a pussy cat in the sack. Just what did you tell her?"

"Everything," she grinned, "about what we do and the way you look. How I feel when you touch me. And how I wish you were my husband rather than..."

"I see. You'd really not want me for a husband, I'm a very poor bargain."

"So you say. Anyway, she knew most of it already because she told me she'd spied on us a few times."

"I'm not surprised, the amount of noise you make."

"What about you? All that huffing and grunting?" she giggled. "Katya told me she'd like to see it when it's all hard and ready. She tried to sneak a look but couldn't see it properly. Do you mind if I show her?" Risa rubbed him with the palm of her hand for emphasis.

"Be my guest! She won't be frightened?"

"Conceit!" she laughed, as she plucked at the buttons of his trousers. Katya looked on with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. Rhykov thought it cute and saw her young brown eyes dance with conspiracy. The girl's lips were parted and looked soft and inviting.

"Do you think your sister would like a little kiss?" he asked Risa.

"Would you?" she asked her sister. Katya nodded almost imperceptably. Rhykov took that as consent and advanced with his mouth.

Katya's lips were pressed together, so Rhykov gently nibbled them. They were as soft and inviting as he imagined. At the same time Risa had freed his cock and began to stroke it.

Rhykov left Katya with a dreamy look on her face as he turned to attend to her sister. The thought that it had been the first real kiss she'd had excited him. Risa, however, let it be known that she wanted some attention.

Unlike her sister, her lips parted as he approached and they shared a long, passionate kiss. Rhykov pulled at the buttons of her shirt and pushed his hand inside. She hummed aproval as he explored her soft, velvety flesh. He rubbed and pinched her nipples in the way he knew she liked and her body squirmed in response.

Meanwhile, Katya had relaxed a little and stared at Risa's hand as it pulled on Rhykov's stiff cock. Risa unfastened herself from Rhykov's mouth and looked to reassure her sister.

"Is he not everything I said?" she asked. Katya nodded, releasing a shy smile. "Is it all right if she touched it, Rhykov?" she continued, "Katya's never..."

"Be my guest. She may examine whatever she likes. I'll not stand in the way of a girl's education." They all laughed, as Risa took her sister's hand and guided it to Rhykov's cock.

"See?" she explained, "he likes this... just under here and you must rub so, but not too hard at first."

"Did you really put it in your mouth?" Katya asked her sister.

"Oh yes, Levy showed me how. But you mustn't bite! I did that to Levy once. He howled like a baby!"

"But the taste!"

"It's not too bad, providing they wash. Here, I'll show you." Risa lowered her mouth onto Rhykov's cock and gave it a suck. She then offered it to her sister who tentatively reached out with her tongue and touched the tip. She grimaced a little before dissolving into a fit of the giggles. "Well?"

"Tastes funny! I liked the kissing better."

"Rhykov, would you like to kiss her some more while I attend to this?" she asked.

"Of course!" The girl pouted as Rhykov approached her lips once again. This time they parted and the kiss was long and lingering. At the same time, Risa bobbed up and down enthusiastically, sucking and gurgling. "Slow down, girl," Rhykov gasped between smooching her sister, "you'll have a mouthful before the lesson's properly completed!"

"Sorry," she said. Her face was flushed with effort and excitement. Katya had a dreamy look from Rhykov's passionate kissing. Her sister took up stroking him while Risa played with his balls. "I think Rhykov would like to see your tits," she continued, "why don't you show him? You could let him stroke them, he has a nice touch."

Risa's breathing had become harder and she was grinding herself against Rhykov's leg. He thought she was getting off on the show, watching and assisting the seduction of her sister.

"But they're not as big as yours," she protested, "he'd be disappointed... he won't like me."

"He likes you, don't you, Rhykov? Tell her!"

"Madam," he replied, "you are a rose and such a pretty face. But you mustn't be coerced into things by your sister. She is behaving badly and will shortly be punished."

"Oh? How?" Risa asked, excited.

"Madam, by taking down your pants and giving you a proper seeing to!"

"Oh, my!" she gasped in mock shock, "you wouldn't do that to a poor girl? My Mother warned me about men like you."

"Clearly not well enough! You may continue what you are doing, when you're ready. And if your sister wants to display herself for me, it'll be her decision."

Katya looked a little relieved. The girl was a beanpole and had not fully developed with puberty yet. Probably it had something to do with poor diet, or maybe she was a late developer, Rhykov didn't know. She was tall, though, but angular. Her arse was small and round and her legs long and thin. Her cherubic face spoke to Rhykov of innocence, yet curiosity. Her normal uncertainty about what it was to be a woman was, perhaps, sharpened by her sister's unhappy marriage. However, she knew of Risa's forbidden love affair with the Jewish boy so had probably worked out that sex wasn't necessarily an ordeal. For the moment she seemed content to watch her sister bobbing on Rhykov's cock.

"Rhykov?" Risa said, breathless. She'd paused with her sucking and looked at him with a serious expression. She held his cock against her cheek while she looked up at him. "Rhykov?"

"Mmm?"

"I'll let you do it to me, if you want to, that is."

"Do what?" Rhykov understood what she was suggesting, of course, but wanted no misunderstandings.

"Make love... all the way... with your thing in me. I know that's what you want. You will not be rough?" Her sister gasped in shock. "It's all right, Katya," she reassured her, "I want to do it."

"Perhaps," Rhykov shrugged, "we ought to make ourselves more comfortable on the palettes." She nodded, and they extricated themselves from the chair.

"Katya?" Risa asked, "you come and lay beside me? Rhykov, do you mind?"

"I guess. Or she could make some tea?"

"With you," said Katya, her voice barely a whisper.

"Maybe you could play with yourself like you sometimes do?" her sister added. Katya blushed bright red.

"Leave her alone, minx!" said Rhykov. When they arrived at the palettes, Risa started undoing her pants. "Allow me, this is for the man to do," he told her and loosened her belt. Instead, Risa took his erect cock and stroked it as Rhykov took off her clothing.

He followed her pants to the floor, having given each of her nipples a lick on the way down. He kissed and teased over her rounded tummy and little navel. His hands cupped her big bottom eliciting first a smile then a gasp. Rhykov then buried his nose deep in her thatch. It smelled heavily of arousal and he sought out her pussy with his tongue.

"Oh!" she jumped, "ah!" she gasped, "need... to lie down!"

Rhykov held her arms as she lowered herself onto her back. He knelt and took in the sight for a brief moment; Risa, naked and her big breasts wobbling like jellies in anticipation. Her nipples were stiff, her knees bent up and legs wide open. Her pale skin seem to radiate in the poor light, her black thatch was moist and damp and her sex lay wide open below it.

Risa's expression reflected nervous anticipation. She sucked ner bottom lip like a little girl testing the bathing pool with her toe. Rhykov pushed his tongue between her thighs and recommenced the assault. The girl stiffened, then relaxed slightly, taking a sharp intake of breath. Gradually, she began to grind against his mouth, humming and moaning quietly. He could hear her whisper something to her sister urgently. Rhykov sensed Katya moving beside him, then felt her soft feathery touch on his dick.