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I share my woman with my brother

 



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I share my woman with my brother; by Ace, 2001

There are two things that we Turkish "guest workers" in Germany long
to have.

A Mercedes car [which most of us manage to obtain, if we get decent
work], and a blue-eyed blonde haired voluptuous white girlfriend.

I hadn't yet achieved either of these great goals when I met Heidi.

She was the daughter of a man I was working for, doing electrical
installation work. She was nearly perfect; she was all of the things
I stated above, with a wonderful clear white skin. But she was about
10 years older than me. I was 23 at the time.

I didn't expect to have a chance with her, but I asked her out anyway.
I'd had enough of working for her father by then; I knew that taking
his daughter out was not something that would make my boss very happy
with me. He was a bigot, and miserable to work for. The only reason
I worked for him at all was because he was willing to hire me even
though I had not been able to get an electrician's license, and being
a shady building contractor, he didn't care.

My father had told me to stay away from the white girls.

"They are all whores, son. When the time comes, your mother and I
will find you a nice Turkish girl to marry." He'd told me.

I was born in Germany, I grew up here. But in this place, if your
parents were foreigners, you're a foreigner. And no one lets you ever
forget it.

It was true, the white girls in school seemed to change their
boyfriends more often than their socks. But I didn't think they were
even having sex yet, and "whore" was definitely much too strong a
word.

I was very proud and nervous to be going out with Heidi. I wished all
my friends could see me with such a beautiful woman. But I was very
afraid of the racists that were running around at the time.

She lived in her father's house, having divorced a man she had married when she was younger.

I kissed her goodnight after our first date, and I slept with a hard
on. I was still a virgin.

On our second date, I held her hand most of the night, and we started
to kiss halfway through the movie. I took her home with me, telling
her to be very quiet, because I lived with my grandmother.

Heidi undressed silently, with laughter in her eyes. She had the body
of a Playboy model, and I couldn't believe my luck.

We sat on the edge of the bed together, naked, kissing and fondling
for a while.

She pushed me onto my back, and went down on me. The first orgasm I
ever had not of my own making was into her pretty pink mouth.

Her long white hands roamed over my balls and ass, her long, painted
fingernails traced across my exposed flesh. Her red lipstick
contrasted with her blue eyes and blonde hair in a wonderful way,
making her head an explosion of color. Forcing an explosion of come
from my cock.

She lay back on my bed afterwards, spreading herself. Her legs were
long, her feet dainty. Her hips were wonderfully slim, and her belly
was flat. I could see her pink vagina showing clearly through her
blonde bushy pubic hairs, and she directed my mouth to taste its
nectar.

And when I entered her for the first time, I knew why God had made me
a man. It was only for this; to push my cock into this beautiful
white woman, to share the ecstasy of love with her.

Heidi was every young man's fantasy. She was older than I, and had
already been married; she had probably been having sex since I was
eight years old. But it only added to the allure of her of her in my
eyes at that moment. Heidi was a prize greater than I had ever hoped
for.

I had never known it was possible for my cock to be so hard; I had
masturbated, but I'd never known the incredible exhilaration of real
sex. The sensation of her silky flesh against my body, the incredible
pride of being the source of such a woman's arousal.

By the time she came, I was in love. The feeling of Heidi in my arms,
her incredible body tensing with orgasm was a sensation impossible to
equal. To stare into her blue eyes while pumping my seed into her
body was to become forever addicted to her.

We were both well into our adult years, but we snuck around like
children. She left me to sleep alone.

I felt apprehension as I went into the office next day; but when Heidi
saw me her face softened, and I saw a gleam appear in her eyes; I knew
all was well.

We were lovers for several months before she moved in with me. I was
worried about how she would get along with my grandmother, but the old woman loved Heidi like a daughter.

My father was not happy to hear that I was living in sin with a German
girl, but he had retired and moved back to Turkey, so he didn't have
much to say about it.

It was a large rent-controlled apartment in Berlin, and when my
grandmother died I inherited the lease, as I was registered at the
address. The apartment was and is my one great material asset. When
my grandmother moved in 30 years ago, it was the worst part of town,
near the wall. Since the wall came down, the area is now one of the
most desired neighborhoods in the city.

My older brother, Ahmed, had had a traumatic experience. His young pregnant wife had been killed in an explosion at a Turkish cultural
center. A neo-Nazi attack.

He had slipped into a depression so deep that he had been unable to
work for months. He had lost his job, and was being evicted from his
own apartment. My uncle told me that I must let him stay in my place
until he recovered himself.

Heidi and I had been so happy together, and things had been improving
for us financially since we both worked and had a good low rent. I
had even managed, with Heidi's help, to maneuver my way through the
jungle of German bureaucracy, and obtain my electrician's license.

My poor brother was so miserable, it was hard not to be affected. But
we persevered, and we tried to cheer him up when we could. He didn't
cost very much to keep, since he was hardly eating. But it was hard
for Heidi to understand that I had no choice in the matter; perhaps a
German man could throw his brother out onto the street, or into an
institution. But for a man coming from my culture, it would be easier
to cut off one's own head.

It was around new year, and my brother had been with us for about
three months, when Heidi told me she was pregnant.

I was overjoyed, I was filled with excitement; I couldn't believe how
lucky I was. A child, perhaps a son of my own, a child with Heidi!

"But Kalik, how can we have a child with your brother here?"

"What do you mean, Heidi? We have enough room."

"It's not that, it's the way he is. How can we have a baby in the
house with a manic depressive?"

"We've tried everything, Heidi. The doctors say he is improving, they
say the healing process will just take time."

"I know, Kalik, I know. I was willing to wait, but now I think we're
going to have to do something to help the healing process along."

"Like what?"

"I think he just needs to get laid. I could fix him up with one of my
girlfriends."

I considered the proposal, and we talked it over some more. It could
help to snap him out of it; on the other hand, if it didn't work out,
it could make things worse. What if the woman rejected him? Still,
in the end, we decided to give it a try.

We didn't tell Ahmed, of course; he's a very proud man. Heidi invited
one of her girlfriends over for dinner with us; Heidi told Gertrude
about Ahmed, and asked her if she could help. Heidi can be very
persuasive, and Gertrude agreed to at least meet him. Thank God we
never told Ahmed about our little plan; Gertrude was not interested in
him.

"Please Gertrude, please." Heidi said to her in the kitchen, "look at
what a handsome man Ahmed is; think of how much he needs your help."

"I'm sorry, Heidi. He's just too. glum. I can't do it."

We even thought about hiring a woman. But that was an even worse
idea, I thought. My brother still had some Islamic thoughts running
through his befuddled brain; if he found out that we had hired a
prostitute for him, who knows what his reaction would be?

Finally, late one night in the privacy of our bed, Heidi made the
suggestion.

"Maybe I should seduce him."

"What? Are you mad?"

"Think about it, Kalik. No woman will go with him while he's like
that. But a woman is what he needs in order to snap out of it. He
needs some love; he needs to be held in a woman's arms, he needs some
real affection. In the state he's in, he barely seems to notice that
we love him. I'm sure I could reach him; but it's going to take more
than words. I'm going to have to love him physically; then he might
feel something."

My father had told me that the German people had different attitudes
to physical love than we did, but I didn't realize how far that went.
I was amazed that Heidi could suggest that she sleep with my brother as if it was nothing more important than cooking or washing his
clothes.

The idea appalled me, but I wanted to be "modern" and "European". If
this was how it was done here, then I should get used to the idea.
And after all, Ahmed was my brother.

"I'm not convinced, Heidi. The doctor didn't say anything about Ahmed
needing a girlfriend."

"You thought it was a perfectly good idea when I suggested that
Gertrude do it."

"Yes."

"So what do you think Gertrude has that I don't have? Do you think
she can offer your brother more than I can?"

"Gertrude is single. She could offer Ahmed the possibility of a
relationship."

"Come now, Kalik. A girl like Gertrude could never get along with
someone like Ahmed. Gertrude is a good time girl, she loves to go out
to discos and drink beer. The only thing she had to offer Ahmed was a
night or two of comfort. A sympathetic ear and a soft touch. He's
your brother, Kalik. We have to help him."

"I thought you just wanted him out of here before the baby comes."

"I do want that. But I want Ahmed to be well, to be able to take care
of himself once more. What happened to him was terrible, but he's a
big strong man, perfectly able to work. He just needs to be set
straight again."

I don't know how it was that I finally agreed, I must have been mad.
All I can say is, Heidi can be a very persuasive woman. I had never
been able to make her do my bidding the way my countrymen feel that a
woman should. We agreed on most things, but Heidi has a mind of her
own; and she had more experience than I had in life, as well.

So, the following evening, when Ahmed went to his room, Heidi went to
his bedroom door and knocked softly. She watched my expression coolly
as Ahmed opened the door.

"Ahmed, may I come in?"

I couldn't hear his reply, but I saw Heidi step into his bedroom,
closing the door behind her.

My heart was on fire, and I was filled with conflicting emotions. I
would do anything to help my brother, but this was going very far. I
was in torment; I wanted to know what was going on, I had to know if
it was really happening.

I tried to think of a way; I could listen at the door. But what if
someone suddenly opened it? They would discover me there. Then I
remembered; in the kitchen, above the refrigerator, there was an old ventilation hole hidden behind a picture. It opened into Ahmed room,
I had never gotten around to repairing it. With the lights out in the
kitchen, they wouldn't be able to tell I was there. If either Heidi
or Ahmed were to come out of Ahmed's room, I would have a few seconds
to climb down.

"Why are you here? You're my brother's woman, you must go." Said
Ahmed.

"It's all right. He knows I'm here, he's given us his blessing."
Said Heidi, softly.

"You told him? Oh my God, you told him everything? I will die of
shame, how could I have done this? My own brother."

They sat next to each other on the bed; my big brother was holding his
head in his hands, and Heidi's arm was around his shoulders.

"I didn't tell him everything. But I asked his permission, and he
said I could stay with you tonight." Heidi told him.

What didn't she tell me? Then I heard a rushing in my ears, and I
felt a wave of nausea wash over me; she had already been with him.

"He said. it was all right? Kalik would share you with me?"

"Yes. He was sitting right there in the living room when I knocked on
your door. He knows I'm here."

"What kind of a man is my brother? What kind of a man am I?"

"Good men, Ahmed." Heidi told him. "Caring and loving men, just below
the surface."

"But Heidi, you know that I can't. If I could do it for any woman,
surely I could do it for you, Heidi. But you saw what happened; I
can't."

"Oh Ahmed, don't be silly. I don't care about the mechanics. I want
to stay with you tonight, I want to hold you in my arms again. That
was nice, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Your penis will work again one day. It doesn't matter if it's today,
tomorrow, or next year."

So. They hadn't actually done it, then. It was a great relief to me,
even though I had somehow given my permission for them to do so now.
Even though they clearly had tried to betray me, my brother had been
unable to do so.

My big brother Ahmed started to cry.

"That's okay, Ahmed. There's only you and me here, you can trust me.
There, there."

Heidi pulled Ahmed's head to her breasts, and stroked his face while
he cried uncontrollably.

She made soft, cooing, comforting noises, and I saw his arms had
encircled her body. They stayed in that position for some minutes,
and then I saw that Heidi was unbuttoning her blouse with her free
hand. I saw Ahmed caress my woman's breast with his fingers. She
stretched her neck downwards, to kiss him on the lips. Then she freed
her large white breast from her bra, and held my brother's face to her
pink nipple.

She rocked him, and he suckled her like a baby. I could see her face
clearly; she didn't look excited by this, but she wore the most serene
smile. I found myself thinking that she would be the most excellent
mother for our coming child.

"Baby, baby, baby." I couldn't hear her saying, softly. "It will be
all right now."

After a time, she lifted Ahmed's head, and she kissed him again, still
cradling him in her arms. They kissed for a long time, holding each
other.

"Tell me about her." Heidi said, suddenly.

Slowly, Ahmed started to talk.

He told Heidi of his wife; he hadn't even known her when they were
married, she was brought from a village in Turkey for him. She was a
lovely girl, and after they were married, he came to love her very
much. Of course, she spoke no German when she arrived in this
country, so she was going to classes at the cultural center. She had
been four months pregnant.

It was terrible to see my older brother cry like a baby. He would
have never been able to do that in my presence; or I suppose, in
anyone's presence. Perhaps he could have opened himself to our mother that way; but she was dead. There was only Heidi now.

Heidi was wearing a pair of trousers, but she was naked from the waist
up while Ahmed told his tale, holding both of his hands in hers,
keeping her lovely face close to his, her big blue eyes never moving
from his face. She leaned forward now, and kissed him lightly once
more.

"I'm glad you've told me now, Ahmed. I'm glad you've started to talk
about her last. You told me she cared for you; how she tried so hard
to make you happy. What do you think she would want for you now,
Ahmed?"

"I don't know."

"She would want you to be well. She would want you to live your life.
I only met her once or twice, but I feel her spirit. She was my
sister."

She kissed my brother once more, running her finger tips across his
face, neck, and shoulders. She began to unbutton Ahmed's shirt.

"No." My brother said, grasping Heidi's wrists. "This isn't right.
You're my brother's wife, it was wrong last time. You said it would
make me feel better, but I felt only worse. I know you're only trying
to help me, Heidi. But go back to Kalik now."

"It was wrong last time. It's true." Said Heidi. "But this time we
have Kalik's blessing. This time you don't have to feel ashamed. I
want you to love me, Ahmed; I know you have it inside you. Make love
with me, Ahmed. Just hold me your arms, kiss me, and let me comfort
you. Please, Ahmed."

She put her arms around him, put her mouth on his mouth. Pushed my
brother down onto the bed on his back, straddling his body, pushing
her large breasts against him. His hands went to the small of her
back, caressing her, unable to resist the urge to experience her silky
smooth skin, her voluptuous curves.

She sat up straight, still sitting on his groin. Flicking her long
blond hair to one side, she began to unbuckle her belt, while dazzling
him with her smile.

"Heidi, you're my sister. This is wrong." My brother protested, but
only verbally.

"You're in my country now, Ahmed. You let me decide what's right and
what's wrong here."

She lifted herself up onto her knees, and pulled her trousers down to
her thighs. She sat back against his knees and lifted her feet,
removing her trousers completely. She was dressed only in her panties now, her long white body naked for my brother. She stretched herself
out full-length on top of him, and took his head between her palms,
once more kissing him on the mouth.

I watched my brother's hands move up and down the length of my woman's
body, her naked back and shoulders, her hips, her ass.

I couldn't find fault with him. He had done his best to resist her;
but in his weakened state, what chance did he have against Heidi?

I saw her hips gyrating from side to side.

"Yes, baby, yes." She said to him, "let mamma love you. Let me be
your woman tonight. I want you, Ahmed. I want to be yours tonight.
You've been through the so much, Ahmed; you deserve this."

She shifted her body to one side, off of his, and I saw her hand go to
his groin; I saw her stroking his hard penis through his trousers.

"It's getting hard, Ahmed. I want to hold it. I want to hold it in my
hands again. This time, Ahmed, I don't want you to feel ashamed.
It's the right thing; it's a good thing. You have a beautiful penis,
Ahmed. May I? Please Ahmed, tell me I can have it tonight. Say it,
tell me you want me to."

"Yes." My brother told her, barely audibly.

It was enough for Heidi. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his
trousers, and pulled them down with his underwear as he lifted his
behind to facilitate her.

Heidi's wonderful long hands caressed my brother's stiff,
uncircumcised cock. She smiled at him with so much love, such
compassion, that even I felt good about it for a moment. She lowered
her mouth over his dick, opening it wide and then closing it over his
flesh. I saw him shudder with the sensation.

She didn't spend a lot of time sucking his cock; the point was not to
make my brother have an orgasm, but to show him some real affection,
to give him a woman's comfort. Heidi kissed his belly and his
breasts, stroked him and caressed him, kissed his mouth again. And
finally, Ahmed began to respond; his big hands stroked and caressed
her body in return, he started to return her passionate kisses. He
removed her underwear, and I saw his finger slip inside of her vagina.

"Oh yes, Ahmed." Heidi said to this, arching her back and putting her
hand on top of his as he fingered her.

And finally, he moved between her legs, positioning his hard dick to
enter her. She smiled at him with genuine pleasure and excitement,
and held his big hard penis in her hand as he slowly pushed it into
her.

"How does it feel, Ahmed?" She asked him, "Tell me how it feels to be
inside of me."

"Wonderful, Heidi. It feels wonderful." My big brother replied,
hoarsely.

"It's wonderful for me, as well, Ahmed." She told him. "You're such a
handsome man, Ahmed. You're so big and strong; I'm so happy we could
do this together. Don't worry, Ahmed. your cock is big and hard, it
fills me so nicely."

Her words burned me. Of course, she didn't know I was listening;
Heidi didn't intend to cause me pain, I knew that. She was only
trying to make my big brother feel better. Ahmed is older than I.,
but he is also somewhat larger than I.

He started to do it. Up-and-down, in and out. How could this be
happening? Why had I agreed to this madness?

Some minutes passed; Ahmed kept pumping up-and-down, in and out of my
woman. Heidi was whispering something in his ear, and stroking his
back.

Then he slowed down, and stopped.

"I'm sorry, Heidi." He said.

"That's all right, Ahmed." Said Heidi softly, "It was much longer
than last time. It was nice, and next time it will be better. Thank
you for letting me be with you tonight."

I spent a lonely sleepless night, alone in the bed that I normally
shared with Heidi. In the morning, I went back into the kitchen. My
woman and my brother had not yet come out from Ahmed's room. I stood
on the chair next to the refrigerator once more, and carefully pulled
the picture away from the vent hole.

They were awake. Heidi's luscious blond head was resting on my older brother's shoulder, as her fingers toyed with his chest hairs. They
were speaking quietly.

"Those are all normal emotions, Ahmed." Heidi was saying, "Of course
you feel rage. You want to avenge Jasmine's murder, and there's no
way you can. That's made you feel helpless, and its normal that you
get depressed. No one can bring your wife back, Ahmed. All we can do
is offer you what comfort we can."

I set the coffee machine and went out to get some fresh bread for our
breakfast, while Heidi continued to offer comfort to my brother. When
I returned, they still had not emerged. I looked again;

Ahmed was pounding Heidi at a furious rate. His ass was a blur moving
up and down between her long white legs. Her eyes were shut, but her
hands grasped his buttocks, pulling him into herself again and again.

"Yes, Ahmed. Yes, yes." Heidi was whispering.

"What a man you are, Ahmed." She continued, "your cock is like steel,
it fills me up, it feels so good, Ahmed. You know how to please a
woman, Ahmed! Yes, yes!"

She was coming, I could tell. It was both wonderful and terrible for
me to see; it was good to see my brother actually functioning at
something at last. But why did it have to be Heidi? And the sight of
my beloved Heidi in the throes of orgasm is always the most pleasing
and erotic sight; but why did it have to be in the arms of my brother?
And shame of shames, the sight of their passion was causing me to have
an erection.

"Good God, Heidi!" Hissed Ahmed, "You're the most beautiful woman
alive! The most wonderful woman. Heidi, I think I can. oh Heidi!"

His motion stopped, and he held himself deep within my woman as he
ejaculated. Heidi held him tight, both her arms and both her legs
wrapped around my brother, a most wonderful smile on her face.

But the strangest thing about this was my own feelings; I was shocked
to discover that I felt glad about it. Glad for Ahmed; as I saw and
heard, he had been unable before, but my wonderful and loving Heidi
had now brought him to orgasm; probably his first since the atrocity.
If she had been able to do so much for him in this short time, then my
sacrifice was worthwhile.

Heidi came out for breakfast about ten minutes later, followed shortly
by Ahmed. Things were a little tense around the breakfast table. No
one seemed to know what to say.

"You'd better get ready, Heidi. You'll be late for work." I told
her. She had a job as a graphic artist [she stopped working for her
father when she moved in with me]. She was still in her morning robe,
and her hair was a mess.

"I've called in sick, Kalik. I want to spend the day with Ahmed. You
go along to work, and we'll see you in the evening."

I couldn't believe it; they had spent the whole night together, they
had sex twice that I knew of. Well, perhaps one and a half times.
Heidi must have sensed my feelings, because she followed me into our
bedroom when I went in to get my work boots.

"Don't worry, darling." She said to me, holding my hands in hers and
looking into my eyes; "Your brother is doing better now, I think. I
want to stay with him today and make sure he doesn't start feeling bad
about last night. I think it's working, Kalik, and soon your brother will be back with us."

I left for my job, feeling slightly reassured; but a couple of things
bothered me. Heidi had said she thought "it's working", not "it
worked". And I thought the idea was not so much to get my brother back with us, as to get him away from us. Not that I didn't love my
brother, but Heidi had given me the impression that the point of all
of this was so that he could be independent, and we could have our
privacy. Everything seemed to be backwards.

I was looking forward to making love with Heidi that evening.
Somehow, I needed to prove myself to her. I needed to prove that I
wasn't jealous [even though I was], I needed to show her that I could
love her too. I sat naked in our bed, watching her at her dressing
table; she was dressed in a see-through blue negligee, brushing her
beautiful blond hair. Then she dabbed on a touch of perfume; my cock
twitched in anticipation as she approached our bed, bent down and
kissed me.

"Darling, I'm going to spend the night with Ahmed again." She told
me. "It's working so well, I don't think I should stop now. It makes
me feel so good to be able to help your brother, Kalik. Just think of
all those stupid therapists he's been seeing! They never did anything
for him at all." She kissed me again briefly, and slipped out the
door. I had been unable to think of anything to say; I had been too
stunned.

I can't logically explain my need to know exactly what was going on in
Ahmed's room. But emotions have little to do with logic.

I quickly and quietly slipped into the kitchen, and once more pulled
the picture out of the way above the refrigerator.

My brother was in his bed, with the covers up to his chest; Heidi was
lying next to him, but outside the cover. She was stroking his face
with her fingers, and they were speaking quietly.

"You must return to Kalik, Heidi." Ahmed said, "It isn't right that
you neglect him."

"But I want to be with you tonight, Ahmed." Heidi told him, "Kalik
doesn't mind."

"Two nights in a row; that wouldn't be fair, Heidi. Go now, go back
to Kalik."

"Can we be together tomorrow, then?" She asked him, kissing him
lightly on the mouth.

"Yes, Heidi. If Kalik says it's alright, we can be together
tomorrow."

She stood up, her breasts moving the front of her negligee around in
the way that would give a hardon to a corpse. She held his hand for a
moment, and looked back at him with longing.

"Goodnight then, Ahmed." She said, and moved to the door.

I got down from my perch, and slipped quickly into the toilet. I
flushed it, so everything would look normal, before returning to my
bedroom. Heidi was sitting on the bed, the negligee barely covering
her blond furry groin, her nipples protruding from the front.

I pretended to look surprised.

"I thought you were going to sleep with Ahmed tonight." I told her.

"He's feeling quite well, so I decided he didn't need me." Heidi told
me, before standing to meet me in the middle of the room, embracing
me, and kissing me just as she had kissed my brother one minute
earlier.

As our tongues met, and our saliva mixed, I wondered how much of
Ahmed's oral fluids were mixed with hers.

She wanted sex; but I was angry with her. I didn't want to play
second fiddle. I didn't want to make love with Heidi only because
Ahmed had rejected her. I tried to push her away, but she was
persistent; no man could resist her. Not Heidi, not when she was in
that mood, not in that powder blue negligee.

"Kalik, Kalik." She whispered in my ear, "Yes, Kalik yes! Don't stop
now, Kalik! Your cock is like steel, you feel me up. You're so
handsome, Kalik, you're so big and strong. Yes Kalik, yes!"

Well, at least she didn't say "Ahmed" instead of "Kalik".

For the next month, Heidi spent alternate nights with Ahmed and I.
The strange thing about it is that Heidi and I were having more sex
than we had had since the first month we lived together, and Ahmed was
also making love with her; I had no idea that Heidi had such a large
appetite for sex. I think that having two lovers somehow kept it more
exciting for her.

The difference in my brother was profound; he was still upset at the
death of his beloved wife, but he was able to function once more. He
was working again, and that was as important for him emotionally as
financially.

Heidi loved to tell me how good it made her feel to be able to help my
brother. It wasn't clear to me that he still needed her; I thought it
was time for him to find his own woman now. But I didn't want to say
anything; I didn't want Heidi to think I was small-minded.

I didn't feel that she liked Ahmed better than I. I no longer had the
feeling that she preferred to sleep with him; she loved me as much as
before. And yet, it was clear that she truly enjoyed spending nights
with my older brother, as well. And for myself, I couldn't even
complain. There was more love between Heidi and I than ever, both
physically and emotionally.

Sometimes, in the evening after dinner, we all sat together in front
of the tv in the living room. She liked to lie across both our laps,
or kiss one of us while holding the hand of the other. Was it
possible that Heidi was woman enough for two men?

Her friend Gertrude came for dinner again one night. There was a
football game on, so the girls were in the kitchen talking while Ahmed
and I watched TV. I was heading for the kitchen to get some drinks
for us, and I couldn't resist eavesdropping for a moment;

"Too late, Gertie, too late." Heidi was saying. "You should have gone
for him while you had the chance."

"Oh I couldn't, Heidi." Gertrude said, "He was in a terrible state."

"Well, now that I have him all shiny eyed and healthy, I think I want
to keep him."

"Heidi! What about Kalik? Have you dumped him?"

"No, of course not. Why would I do that? Kalik is a wonderful man."

"Oh, Heidi! It's not true! You're sleeping with both of them? Good
God!"

Heidi giggled, and whispered conspiratorially to her friend;

"It's wonderful. I've never been so happy in my life! They're both
absolute darlings."

"Oh, Heidi! You're so naughty! I can't believe it; I can't even find
one man, and you have two! Of course, they are Turkish. I suppose
two Turkish men must be worth one German."

"I don't like that kind of talk Gertrude! If you want to stay my
friend, I never want to hear you speak like that again." Heidi said,
angrily.

"I'm sorry, Heidi. I was only joking. Don't take it so seriously!"
Gertrude said. "It's only jealousy talking."

I had never considered the possibility that Heidi intended to just
carry on like this.

Finally, I spoke to her about it. It was February, and the nights
were long and dark.

"Ahmed is well enough now, Heidi. I think you should leave him alone,
and let him find his own feet."

"What do you mean, 'leave him alone'? Do you think I'm harassing him
or something? He looks fine on the surface, Kalik, but he's still
very sensitive. Ahmed's pain runs very, very, deep. He needs me,
Kalik."

Perhaps it was true. How would I know? But I also knew that Heidi
was enjoying herself tremendously. But then, why shouldn't she enjoy
herself? Would it be better if she was doing the same exact thing,
but was miserable about it? That wouldn't work anyway. It was only
by having a genuine affection for Ahmed that she could help him. And
if she had a genuine affection for him, and they were making love, why
shouldn't she enjoy it? I was so confused.

Spring came, and summer. Heidi's figure stayed remarkably slim until
about April. And even then, she was as lovely as ever. And as
loving.

My relationship with my brother, although strained sometimes, remained
remarkably good. Sometimes, we worked at the same job [Ahmed is a
plumber]. We shared Heidi between us, and no one could say who loved
who more, or less.

With the low rent we had, and the high demand for skilled labor in
Berlin at the time, we were doing very well. Heidi decided to stop
working until after she had the baby.

It was my turn to be with Heidi one evening, and we were lying
together in bed. We had not overtly decided to, but somehow we had
stopped screwing since the baby had started to kick. I knew that
Ahmed was still doing it with her, and that was all right with me. I
still used to watch them from time to time, and I saw how careful they
were.

"I was at the doctor today, Kalik." Heidi said, "And he told me he
was absolutely sure I'm not due until October."

"We thought you were already due in June." I said.

"October, Kalik. Do you realize the meaning of that?"

I said nothing as the meaning slowly soaked into me. My world tilted.

"I don't know who the father is, Kalik. The first time I slept with
your brother, I thought that I was already pregnant. I didn't think I
needed to take any precautions."

"We can have a test done, Heidi. They can do that now." I suggested.

"I don't want it, Kalik. I want my child to have two fathers. You
and Ahmed will both be the father, and both be the Uncle. What about
that, Kalik?"

"I don't know, Heidi. It could be difficult. You may have to choose
between us."

My heart was twisting sideways in my chest as I said that. We were
happy so far, and we had never openly discussed the idea that Heidi
and Ahmed now seemed to have a relationship that ran as deep as Heidi
and myself. But I was being pragmatic; could we really expect this to
last year after year?

"I love you Kalik." Heidi told me, making my heart soar; "but I love
Ahmed as well. I don't want to choose between you, Kalik. I want you
both. Can you understand that, Kalik? I know it's outrageous, but
it's what I want. Do you love me that much, Kalik? Do you love me
and your brother enough to let us have it all?"

I spoke with Ahmed the next day. It was time to get all of this on
the table.

"I love Heidi like the earth itself, but she was your woman first.
When the child is born, Kalik, I will go. Whichever one of us is the
biological father, you are the rightful father. If you say you're
willing to raise this child as if he is your own, knowing that he may
be mine, then I can leave here in confidence."

"But what about Heidi? She's adamant, Ahmed. You know how she is."

"Yes, Kalik, I know. But if we're both strong, and we insist, she
will have to go our way."

"But Ahmed. I would have everything, and you nothing."

"Kalik, little brother, we've succeeded in doing something that no one
could have thought possible; we have stayed brothers while sharing a
woman. How long can it go on? Wouldn't it be better to settle the
matter like men? I'm willing to leave her to you, brother. It's the
right thing to do."

"I understand, Ahmed. But I'm afraid for you. What if you should
become. ill again?"

We may have grown up here in Europe, but that didn't mean we hadn't
acquired our culture's sensitivity about mental illness.

"I had a letter from father yesterday, Kalik. Jasmine had a sister;
this sister, her husband was killed last year in a road accident.
Father has sent a photograph."

"Ahmed! Do you want to marry this woman?"

"She's stuck in a small village in Turkey, she's my wife's sister."
He said, "She's only nineteen years old. I'm sure it's what Jasmine
would've wanted me to do, Kalik."

He produced a photograph. It was only head and shoulders, but the
woman had a lovely face; large eyes and thick hair, clear skin and a
fine straight nose. We were still examining the photograph when Heidi
entered the room.

"Who is that?" Heidi asked, examining the image, "She's a lovely
girl."

I knew that Ahmed didn't want me to, not yet, but I told Heidi of our
conversation.

Heidi was very upset at Ahmed's plans.

"How can you do this to us, Ahmed?"

"Salima is Jasmine's sister," Ahmed replied. "It's what Jasmine would
have wanted."

"But how can you leave us, to marry a girl you've only ever met once?"
Demanded Heidi.

"She and my wife were very close." Said Ahmed, "I can't leave her
there in the village. It was always Jasmine's intention that her
sister should come live with us here in Europe."

Heidi was so angry with Ahmed that she barely spoke him for the next
week. I tried to calm her down, to make peace in our family;

"Heidi, he's only doing what he thinks is right. You know he loves
you, but he has to do what he has to do. Ahmed is like that."

"It's all the bullshit, Kalik." Heidi answered. "Arranged marriages!
How can people go for that in this day and age?"

"It worked very well for him the first time, Heidi. He loved Jasmine
very much, even though he'd never met her at all before the wedding."

"Well, that was before he was with me." Heidi replied.

It took a few days, but eventually, I managed to make peace between
them.

"Heidi, all this cold shoulder treatment isn't doing any good. We must
show Ahmed that we love him, otherwise how will he know?"

"He wants to leave us, Kalik. With me eight months pregnant. I feel
betrayed."

"Do you love Ahmed, Heidi?"

"You know I do. Almost like I love you, Kalik."

The "almost" was a kind gift.

"If you love him, you must forgive him. Don't let him go like this,
Heidi. Please, make peace with Ahmed."

Heidi slept with Ahmed that night for the first time in a week, to my
relief. It's strange to say, because I love Heidi very much. And I
certainly love sharing her bed, and having sex if she's not too
pregnant. But I also like my private time alone. I can sit up late
with my computer, writing my short stories and chatting with people
across the world about philosophy, psychology, and other things that
neither Ahmed nor Heidi are very interested in. Besides, when Heidi's
angry, she can be a pain. Even if it's Ahmed she's angry at.

But mainly I was relieved that the tension in our home was released;
it was like a burden lifted from my shoulders. Once more, I was
surprised to notice how little it bothered me to share my beloved with
my brother. That's how accustomed I was to the situation now.

It was only two days before Ahmed was going to fly out, so Heidi spent
the next night with him as well.

I couldn't resist, I wanted to know what they would do for their final
evening together; For the first time in months, I crept back to the
hole in the kitchen wall.

They were talking together, mostly. Quietly and seriously, lying in
each other's arms. It was touching to see them that way; there was
such a genuine affection between them. I felt sorry that it had to
end.

"Promise me you'll spend some time getting to know this girl before
you jump in over your head." Said Heidi. "I don't agree with it, but
I understand the idea; get married first, fall in love later. But at
least make sure that you like her, Ahmed."

"Of course, Heidi. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. But in a way,
isn't it the way we came to love each other? You came to my bed only
to comfort me, you told me as much at the time. It was wonderful and
generous of you, but you didn't love me. And then, as time went on,
that changed."

Some minutes later, Ahmed was still talking about something to do with
the village in Turkey, when Heidi shuffled down and popped his cock
into her mouth.

"You don't have to do that, Heidi." Said Ahmed.

"I want to, Ahmed." Heidi replied.

"Please, Heidi. You'll only make it more difficult for me."

"I can't send you off to Turkey to meet this nineteen-year-old girl with full balls, Ahmed. I want to taste your spunk one last time.
You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"

There was no more resistance from Ahmed, as Heidi gave him a blow job
that must have lasted 15 or 20 minutes. Each time he was approaching
the edge, she'd stop for a while, and just kiss him while he stroked
her swollen belly. Then she would resume. Finally, he begged her to
let him come. He cried with the power of it, and my woman swallowed
it down.

Ahmed phoned every week or so.

Heidi and I were lying in bed, just cuddling and talking, when Ahmed
phoned the second time.

"Hello? Ahmed! It's so good to hear your voice. How are you? Yes,
we're both fine. Kalik is in the other room, on the computer." Heidi
gave me a wink, and toyed with my cock as she continued to talk to my
brother. "Have you slept with her yet? Ahmed, I really think you
should sleep with her before you marry her. She's a widow, it's not
like she's a virgin or something.

"Yes. Yes. Naked. No, I'm not wearing a thing. I miss you too,
Ahmed. I wish I had your cock in my hand right now.

"Yes. Well, I'd squeeze it and stroke it. I'd hold your balls, and
then lick it."

And as she described her actions to Ahmed, she performed them on me.

"Yes. You would?" Heidi giggled, "You wicked man, Ahmed."

Heidi moved around, and lowered her snatch over my face.

"We're in a 69 now, Ahmed. I'm sucking your cock, and you're licking
my clit. It feels wonderful, you know how I love your tongue." Heidi
listened to what ever Ahmed was saying, while she bobbed her head up
and down over my penis, licking and sucking on me in the most
wonderful way.

"Can you hear this, Ahmed?" She made slurping sounds by going down on
me again. "That's my mouth on your dick, baby. And you're still
licking my clit, and it feels so good. Yes. All right, I'm turning
around now, and I'm getting ready to put your dick inside of me.
You're just relaxed, lying on your back on the bed, smiling at me.
Now I'm lowering myself, and your dick is just touching my private
parts. It feels so nice, Ahmed; I just love the feel of you against
me."

I couldn't help but smile at Heidi's excited face, as she lowered her
swollen body down over my dick.

"I'm lowering myself on to you now, Ahmed. It's wonderful to feel
your cock in me again. I'm stroking your balls. Does it make you
wild, Ahmed?"

It was making me wild. Heidi had been giving me blow jobs, but we
hadn't made real love for a couple of months. She said I was too
conservative, and that there was no problem with her having sex at
this late stage of her pregnancy. I'd almost been convinced anyway,
so I just relaxed and let Heidi have her fun.

"I'm rocking back and forth now Ahmed. Your hard cock is so good
inside me; when I rub my clitoris against you, it makes me feel like
I'm going to come. Your hands on my breasts are warm and loving."

Taking the hint, I began to fondle Heidi's swollen breasts. She was
rocking back and forth on top of me faster and faster.

"Yes Ahmed, yes. I'm going to come, Ahmed. Will you come with me?
Yes. Really? You are? Really? Oh, Ahmed!"

She really was having an orgasm; she was watching me with her big blue
eyes, and listening to my brother on the telephone. It was very
strange.

"That was really something. I've never done that before," Heidi said
into the phone, "I have to go and pee now. I'll call you back in 10
minutes, all right?"

She put the phone down, and was all mine. We rolled over so I was on
top, and I did what I needed to do to bring myself off. It was good; I
was happy to resume loving her properly. I do love it when Heidi
sucks my cock, but it's somehow lonely. I like to hold her and kiss
her, and I like our genitals to be joined. And Heidi definitely likes
it too.

She came with me, and it was wonderful.

"I suppose that was about the closest I'll ever get to getting the
both of you in bed with me at one time." She said when we were
through, before phoning back Ahmed to speak of more mundane things.

The baby came, an incredible beautiful girl that we named Jasmine
after Ahmed's dead wife. She has Heidi's blue eyes, and the black
hair from my family.

Ahmed was away for two months, and one day when I came home from work,
Heidi was in a state of high excitement;

"Ahmed's coming, Kalik! He's coming tomorrow!"

She threw her arms around me, she was nearly crying with joy.

"He's coming back to us, Kalik! I don't know if he'll stay, but he's
coming back."

"What about Salima?" They had married several weeks before.

"She's coming as well. Ahmed is bringing her to Germany."

It was unclear at that time whether Ahmed intended to stay with us
indefinitely, or only while he found himself and his new bride their
own home.

She was smaller than I had thought she'd be. And very slim, too.
Salima didn't look as though she had quite finished growing yet. She
had large very clear eyes, and thick black hair that hung in waves
down to the level of her small breasts. I greeted her with a kiss on
each cheek, holding her by the forearms, while Heidi threw herself
into Ahmed arms. I was surprised to see him take her into a close
embrace, kissing her in the way that brothers did not kiss sisters.
Surprised since his new wife was present.

"Salima!" Ahmed said, regarding us, "What are you doing? This is
Kalik! Greet him properly."

They young girl was blushing beet red, and wouldn't meet my eyes. But
she took that small step forward, bringing her body into contact with
mine. Her slim arms encircled me; I hugged her to myself.

"Welcome, Salima." I told her, "Welcome to our home."

"Sister." Salima said to Heidi, before embracing her.

Ahmed had taught his wife only a few words of German ["sister", for
instance], so I spoke with her in my rusty Turkish while Ahmed was
speaking to Heidi.

She had a sweet voice, and it was pleasant for me to hear the
undiluted language of my parents. The Turkish workers here in Berlin
are a rough lot.

Of course, she and Ahmed were in love with baby Jasmine immediately.

And when it was time for bed; yes, that's right. Ahmed went with
Heidi, and Jasmine was expected to sleep with me.

"I've told her, brother. We share everything. I told her that's how
it's done here in Europe. We'll have to tell her that that's only how
we do it in Europe; but for now, that's what I told her. I told her
if she wants to be my wife, then she must be the wife of Kalik also.
And I told her that I love her; but that I also love Heidi. I don't
know if this is going to work, Kalik; but if it does, life will be
very good!" And he gave me a hug that nearly broke my ribs. "Do your
best, little brother. If you can make her happy, perhaps we can have
everything."

It was very awkward at first. Jasmine seemed to be waiting for
instructions. I had never played the macho man, but I decided to give
it a try.

I took her in my arms, and kissed my brothers wife for the first time
in a romantic way. She was so sweet and small, and I had never been
with someone so young. I was a virgin when I met Heidi, and had never
been with anyone else.

She responded with surprising passion, and we stood in my bedroom
together for quite some time, exploring each other.

"Undress for me, Salima." I instructed her, with a confidence I did
not feel.

She looked away, embarrassed. But she did as I told her, slowly
removing garment after garment, until she was dressed only in her
white underwear. She turned to face me, covering her small breasts modestly, blushing to her toes. She was beautiful; her skin was a
slightly creamy off-white, and her complexion was wonderfully smooth.
She had a fantastically slim waist, and a tight little round ass.

She stood still, as still as a statue, as I walked around her,
caressing her body with my hands, brushing her shoulders with my lips.
I removed her hands from her breasts. Placing my own hands on the
wonderful smooth skin of her back, I pulled her to myself, kissing her
again.

She was hesitant and unsure; yet she was clearly excited.

I sat her on the bed, and I sat next to her, still clothed. She was
so beautiful, and yet so different from the woman I loved. Could I
love Salima as well? Would I come to love her even as I'd come to love
Heidi? If Heidi could love two men, then perhaps I [and Ahmed] could
love two women.

I admired her profile, and held her hand for a moment before speaking;

"Are you afraid, Salima?"

"A little bit." She answered, quietly.

"So am I." I said.

"Really?" She asked, looking up at me.

"Yes, of course." I answered her. "I've never met you until this
afternoon. We barely know each other, but it's important that we
should get along; you're my brother's new wife. Ahmed and Heidi have
missed each other terribly, and I can understand their need to be
alone together. So here we are, you and I. I want to make love with
you, but it's no small thing.

"What do you feel, Salima? You are undressed, sitting on your
brother-in-law's bed. We have already touched each other as lovers,
and I feel that you want me. Am I right, Salima?"

"Yes, Kalik." She said quietly.

"Look in my eyes, Salima. Look in my eyes and tell me."

Her large clear brown eyes turned to me; their beauty and innocence
struck me. Yes, I thought. I could love this young woman.

"Yes, Kalik. I want you to share me with Ahmed, just like you share
Heidi. I want to be modern, I want to live happily here in Europe
with you and Ahmed and Heidi."

"Do you find me attractive, Salima?"

"Yes, Kalik. You are like Ahmed, only younger."

As we spoke, the space between our faces kept getting smaller; she was
nearly speaking into my mouth. We kissed again, but it was different
now. There was a current passing between our bodies. I'd forgotten
how excited it was possible to be.

Salima's small hand was stroking my penis through my trousers, and the
feel of her wonderful little body in my arms was driving me insane. I
removed my clothes, and Salima watched with anticipation as my
rockhard penis bounced into view.

I kissed her and stroked her, with my hands and with my penis. I told
her truthfully that she was lovely.

I kissed her throat, and then moved down, kissing her breasts, teasing
her nipples. I kissed her belly, and her thighs. She lifted her ass
while I pulled down her panties. She had no pubic hair. She spread
her thin legs apart for me, and I kissed her there.

"How is it, Salima, that you're so smooth here?" I asked her, running
my fingers lightly over her wonderful silky crotch.

"Ahmed did it, Kalik. Ahmed said you would like it." She answered,
unsuccessfully trying to fight her embarrassment.

"It's very nice, Salima." I answered her, and spoke no more to her
for a time, since my tongue was too busy making music against her
clitoris.

The young Turkish girl from the village with the shaved pubic area
came; I took great pleasure in that, and I carried on until she came
again.

"Kalik, please, do it to me the other way now. I want to feel you
inside of me, Kalik." She said to me.

I was surprised at the forwardness of the girl. But then again, she
had been married once before; at only nineteen years old she had had
at least one more partner than I had had.

She was so young and fresh, her skin so smooth and tight. And she was
as smooth and tight inside as she was outside. My young sister-in-law's vagina muscles gripped my dick in the most wonderful
way; her young arms around me held our bodies close as I did my best
to bring her to another climax.

"Give me your seed, Kalik." Salima whispered in my ear, "I want to
feel your hot seed in my body. yes! Oh yes, Kalik. I've wanted that
for so long!"

I didn't quite understand what she meant, and I wasn't in a state to
ask her just then. But I did ask her later, as our passion cooled,
and before we slept.

"What did you mean, Salima? When you said you "wanted it for so
long"? We only met today."

"Ahmed is the most wonderful man I've ever met." She began, "And he
spoke to me of you from the beginning; he told me of your generous
heart, and how the two of you share everything. I didn't understand
at first, and when I did I wasn't sure about it. But Ahmed convinced
me it would be all right.

"I feel like I've known you for nearly as long as I've known Ahmed.
But that's not what I meant. I haven't felt that feeling; that
feeling of a man's seed, since my first husband died."

I was more than slightly shocked. "Do you mean to say that Ahmed has
never lain with you?"

Strangely, that made her blush; the girl was naked in my arms. "Oh
yes, of course he has. But he never... he never let me have his seed,
not inside. He said you must have the first chance."

"First chance?" I didn't quite get it yet.

"To make me pregnant. Ahmed said that when I am with child, we will
not know which brother is the father. He said our child will have two
fathers, and two mothers."

And so it is.

Ace, 2001

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