How to shock a father

      — Here explain why we should go to this early? — He was picking up something that had been broken, a little bit of something that had been broken, and he was pushing it back out of the sink and trying to reach his toothbrush. — And why should they go at all? — Supported her interference by slightly stepping back. — It’s your fault, you have to sleep at night, not play games — heard from the hallway and a criminal cheerleader came into the bathroom, but also broken and something else, but already of another sex. — What time did you get in? — Xz, the girl replied briefly, finally placing herself in front of a narrow mirror. — Let’s go faster, three relatives heard their father’s voice. — We’ll be leaving in half an hour. The only response was a moan, and if someone knew the language of the sleepless teenagers, they would want to wash their mouths with soap rather than toothpaste. The blonde already wanted to give her sister a head-butt, but she stopped the phone. Fresh air. Early, relatively, morning. An even earlier ascent and a three-hour shake through the holes, you can’t call it anything else, are roads of our great country. All this led to the fact that the inconspicuous, village house was a gray Range Rover, from whose trunk, at a slow pace, bags were unloaded. The reason for the slow pace was: — My Friend! I miss you all so much, — said the grandmother, with a gentle smile, hugging her grandson and kissing his cheek. — How has she grown up, is the bride already eating? — It’s good to see you too, grandma — a tall, black-haired guy hugged an old lady with a heavy sigh and gave his nervous look to his, too suspiciously smiling sisters. The old woman, not receiving an answer, immediately turned her attention to her granddaughters. First in her arms came Olga, a slender blonde nineteen years. Katya, the younger sister, more like her brother, tried to move away, but the grandmother and her involved in hugging.       — Olenka, Katyusha, how beautiful you are — the old lady never stopped. — Olenka, good, dad needs help, Katyusha is a naughty rascal. — Hey. Don’t make me I don’t know who, — said Katya, climbing out of her grandmother’s arms. — By the way, I’m all over the dishes, even when it’s your turn. — You’re the youngest, said Misha and Ola with a shoulder-shrug, and immediately got a slap on the back from their father. — First of all, don’t tease me. Second of all, I’m the one who has to pull your bags? Misha, you got what? Okay, girls with makeup. The girls looked at their brother with playful eyes: “he has more lotions and creams than we both. As if his Vlad would not love without them”. But the moment with telepathic coeds was spoiled. — And how is Kostik? -remembered the grandmother’s last spoken male name. — Well, — smiled Ola, quietly striking her younger sister and getting a nose. — What will happen to him, I suppose. And what does that have to do with Kostya?       — Kateńka, do you remember Oleg? — asked the grandmother, looking at the fence, at the house next door. — He asked all about you. Sweet boy, smart, educated. — Will you give me that? — The girl laughed, trying to remember which Oleg is talking about, and immediately shuddered that the phone vibrated, announcing a new message. Unlocking the screen, the girl smiled at the person it was from. “Don’t miss me there”, — said the message from a beautiful angel, which was attached to a photo. The girl’s cheeks were immediately covered with a light blush, and her lips stretched in a happy smile, in which something predatory flickered. Olenka and Mišenka immediately understood who disturbed the little creature and, having imagined what they had sent to her, also began to touch tomatoes. The eyes of the youngest of the werewolves were a perfect female body: fair skin, covered with cute freckles; a chic chest of third size, covered by a hand; and, so that life did not seem to be a mere, other interesting places concealed a soft towel. But it wasn’t so much a disappointment as it was an interest. — The boy writes? — asked his grandmother, what caused Misha to squirm, and Olga clenched her on his shoulder so as not to smile. -Um… d-d-d, Grandma, you almost guessed it — a girl whispered and immediately hid the phone from her father’s prying eyes. — How secretive, I can’t do it, the man rolled his eyes. — My beauty, Katya said, holding her phone tighter and showing her father her tongue. All five of them laughed. But the bags still need to be unpacked.

      In the city later

      — Ira, almighty Merlin, calm down, — the short brunette did not stand, turning to the mirror — no one will take away your Ola. She, by the way, and herself does not want to go anywhere, let alone to anyone. Especially to the guy. Booe. — Hey, — sounded outraged, voice and a tall, redheaded guy came into the room, holding three cups of tea in his hands — I’m making them tea, and they… Erica, get away from the mirror, you look good with that haircut, Katya will faint. — I’m not interested in your opinion, your beauty — the official tone of the girl spoke and showed homage. — I can be offended, said the guy. — Vlad, you’re the one who blush at the sight of your boyfriend’s naked torso. — Ira crossed over and looked at the guy with an appreciative look, but her interest in him disappeared when she saw his mint, old, yellow T-shirt, and she switched her attention to the brunette. — Why are you so calm? They’ll be there for a week, and what the hell happens. — Katya has my photo. — Erica drank some tea and sniffed, seeing the unintelligible look in Iryna’s eyes. — Photo of me. After showering. Not fully naked. So she has a motivation not to go to the left, even if there was someone. And in general, I do not know you. The girl took out her phone and started to flip through the Facebook page. — Look, I was thinking — after a long silence accompanied by delicious tea, broke the silence Vlad. — You do not annoy that we all hide? — This is Russia, baby — the girls snorted in one voice. — I mean, we only met three months ago. Remember how these three were coded? — Oh, my goodness, it was so ridiculous… said Ira, remembering the nonsense she had been telling her, as soon as her fellow creatures were on the horizon.       — I don’t know what you’re getting at. — That’s… you don’t want to meet their dad? Especially considering we’re practically moving in together. — Are you a hypnotist? — asked Irina, but it was immediately apparent that she with all her hands and feet “Yes”. — We all heard how close their family is, but it seems like they’re scared of their father. — More like his father, Eric intervened, reminding them of the country they live in. — How he will react, and they love him. — Yes, I know, ' said Vlad. — Right. We have a week to decide to talk with them. Even if it was a dispute, but the question had to be resolved, said Erika, scowling, but she rushed as soon as a fat cat jumped on her and a loud and nasty “MEOW” sounded all three of them laughed. This monster was brought to Vlad Misha as an anniversary gift, and Nightmarish became the favorite of all six, especially since the large apartment of Vlad is their favorite place of leisure.

Later in the village

      — Well, — Olga inflated, falling on the couch — now dad, with his grandmother in a pair, will be forced to take pictures with each cross-member and, damn, you won’t get anything. And if Ira sees pictures of me being touched by strangers… — Well, she won’t kill them, said Katya, falling close to her. — Vlad will be jealous if he sees something… — Here you go, woman. — The last thing Katya heard before her face was a pillow thrown by her brother. — It’s like Erica isn’t jealous of you. — Olya has stepped out of the line of fire and is now sitting right in front of her sister. — Especially Karin or Leela? — Well… — Brunette thought. — No. My happiness is not jealous. — Fools are lucky, ' the elders said in one voice, remembering their jealous half. This is how the first day in the village, at the grandmother’s house, began for the younger generation of the Chernikiy family.

      ***

      The long week passed. Chernichiny finally returned to their cozy apartment, and the young generation decided not to remember those days. The father of the family was pleased and immediately began to download a lot of photos in the “family album” (folder on the laptop, where he collected photos of his children, which sometimes annoyed them). Taking advantage of the moment, these same kids ran to their loved one without saying anything.

Olga and Irina

      — Ola, the girl whispered, eyebrow slightly bent. — You lost, you can give up now. — How pleased, said the blonde, and, throwing down her cards, pulled the girl to kiss you. What do you want? I’m already naked, by the way, so don’t look at my body. — Well… — thought the girl, remembering a week ago conversation, but not taking your eyes from the perfect forms of his naked girl. — Baby, I want to… Your father doesn’t know anything… I would like to meet him already and not hide anymore. — What?! — So. I understand, but this can’t go on any longer. It’s getting to everyone, including you, so… Day after tomorrow, at 11:30, you will call me, turn on the speakerphone and tell everything to your father, — said Ira, moaning. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I thought that she had gone too far, but it was too late to stop. — And if he turns out to be homophobic or whatever, you’ll just pack up your things and move in with me. The girl got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, she had to write to Vlad with Erica. — What? — shouted Olga in her wake. — Yera, damn.

      Mikhail and Vlad

      — Bet they kiss at the end of the series, — the redhead shoved the guy to his side and fell on his knees. — What? — The brunette laughed, starting to brush his hair. — Nonsense. Sarah is certainly seducing everyone else, but how do you imagine it? — She almost slept with the Queen of France, although she was supposed to be, as it were, the hope of the whole country? Vlad reminded him. — Bet, smiled the guy, confident of his victory. — On the flip. — Okay, said Vlad calmly, turning his head towards the screen. Suddenly his phone got a message, which made him distract from the show and his boyfriend. After reading the text, Vlad was crazy.

Later

      — Ha! shouted Michael, pointing to the screen. Sarah was going to leave without kissing Guinevere. — Well, here… uh, it’s not gonna fucking. — All good legends end with a kiss, Rae Sarah whispered, and the girl returned to give her tender kiss to the Queen of Camelot. — Yes! said Vlad, singing his intuition. Get ready, honey. — No, Vlad, the guy screamed, but he did show his forehead, but the squawk didn’t follow, Misha only got a gentle poof in his forehead, after which Vlad turned on the next series. — You’re a bit of a thinker, he said after a few minutes and put the series on hold. — Is everything okay? — Yeah, it’s just… — the guy’s got a little soft. — Listen. We’ve been together for a while and… — Misha, don’t scare me. — No, I’m not talking about that, fool, — rushed to calm the lover Misha. — I just want to introduce you to my father. As my boyfriend, not friend and… what do you think? — I want that, too, and if you do, you’re practically living with me anyway. — I love you, Misha smiled, leaning against the boy’s chest. — You too, Vlad kissed the guy on the top of the head and pressed it to himself. — How about the day after tomorrow?

      Catherine and Eric

      — Kach? — said the girl, gently stroking his naked shoulder. — Katya? — Mmm? — Katya replied, happily stretching and turning. Her hand immediately wrapped around the girl’s waist. — Does your dad know about you? — Em, no, probably not — lazy, stretching words, said the girl, pressing her naked body closer. — Why this interest? — I want to meet him, said the girl quietly, rising up. — He knows you, said Katya. Or do you want him to know about our relationship? — Are you scared? Katya sat down and wondered. Her father was strict, but certainly not homophobic, and he loved her. — Okay, the girl agreed. — You’ll have to do it sometime. Katya leaned on the pillows, and Erica looked at her like a ghost.

***

      It was a scary day for the older ones, and not so frightening for the younger. Everyone was a little worried, but they were not going to retreat. Vlad’s apartment already had bets on who of the three would confess first and refused to believe that Misha brought it up. Misha changed, Katya was cooking dinner, Igor Viktorovich came from work, and Olga just caught a nasty puppy that her grandmother gave them and which chewed on her shoes. — Dad, I called Ol’s father, waiting for her girlfriend to pick up the phone and put on a speaker — can I talk to you? — Not now, dear, — did not pay attention to the worried voice of daughter Igor Viktorovich. — After lunch or evening. — This is about Bones. — What does your boyfriend have to do with it? — said a man, surprised and staring at his daughter. — Wait, you’re not… — No, damn it. What are you thinking about, — Olya, knowing exactly what was in her father’s mind, took the excitement off and, taking a deep breath, said loudly: — And I don’t have a boyfriend. Dad, I’m a lesbian. Hearing the older sister, Katya decided to take advantage of the moment and shouted from the kitchen:       - Dad, me too. — Fuck, the man couldn’t hold back and was standing for a while, looking at the eldest daughter, then towards the kitchen where the youngest was hiding. And at least one of them didn’t joke. — Any of you guys bring a man in? Misha, who was sitting in the room all this time, also decided to take advantage of the moment and went out into the corridor, saying: — I, uh, Dad, um… The man looked at the children and, in shock, sat down on a dresser, impersonating the fish.

Somewhere in the open spaces of Vlad’s apartment

      — Simultaneously, — Erica concluded, turning off. — Well… said Vlad. — Do you think we should wait for them alive? — I’m more concerned about the fact that everyone thinks Kostya is Oli’s boyfriend, said Irina. — Merlyn the Almighty, Ira — shouted simultaneously by Eric and Vlad.

***

      In the living room of Chernikiy sat seven people and was unusually quiet. Igor Viktorovich sat in the chair and looked back at the second half of his own children. The children lowered their heads and looked at the parquet, Irina stared out of the window, Vlad and Eric were talking about something with their eyes. — How long have you been dating? How did you get to know each other? — The father of the family broke the silence by looking at Katya and Eric. — Well… on the second day, after her transfer, Katya replied, looking at her girlfriend. — Leroy and I had a fight, I won.       Olya and Misha were seen together, remembering their history of acquaintance — they acted as witnesses. — In all senses, said my father. And you? — We were one and a half years ago, — said Olga. — We met at the institute — Irina came to her aid. — Accepted, Igor Viktorovich nodded. — Misha? — Remember, I got hit by a car? — Misha and Vlad looked over and the guy continued. — It was Vlad. We met in the hospital, became friends, and then… Remember I brought a kitten home for a couple of days? It was an anniversary present. — Well, — the man got up from his chair and went to the sofa. — Igor Viktorovich Chernikin, father of these three idiots. He smiled and reached out his hand first to Vlad, then to Iryna, and then to Eric. — Vlad. Um… Topaev. — Irina Kurskaya. — Erica Swan. — Nice to meet you. All complaints about the Trollmones can be provided to me personally. — Dad! — Chernicin shouted in one voice and the living room was filled with laughter.