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I share my woman with my brother

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By Ace (aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com)


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.

Heidi 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 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 during the night and went home.

I felt apprehension as I went into the office next day; but when Heidi saw me her face lit up, 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 the Turkish cultural center. A neo-Nazi terrorist attack.

He had slipped into a depression so deep that he had been unable to work for months, and had lost his job, and was being evicted from his own apartment. My uncle told me that I must let him stay with me 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 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 Years, 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 my beautiful 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? It wouldn't be good for the child."

"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 for some time. It might 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 her friend 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 at all.

"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 strangest 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, don't you think? He needs some love; he needs to be held in a woman's arms, he needs some real affection to help him get over the lose of his girlfriend. 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 ivory 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.

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