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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 nineteenyear-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.