26-04-2019, 01:55 PM
A VERY PRACTICAL APPROACH
LAST PART
Brijesh and Amita had no contact for the next three weeks. Neither phoned or visited the other. Brijesh talked to his brother Rajesh over phone. The short phone calls were mainly about how his treatments were doing. Every time Rajesh told him that he is feeling good. Rajesh is now in his own house. Amita appointed two full time nurses for day and night to look after him. All necessary medical instruments have been hired and the professional nurses are maintaining it. One night, Rajesh begged him to come over to his house.
“Please, Brijesh. She won’t be here.”
Brijesh knew it was not Rajesh’s illness that kept him away. He did not think that he could face Rajesh and Amita at the same time.Brijesh had every intention to keep his promise to give Amita the child that Rajesh could not. It was after the second night, the night after Rajesh’s surgery that things changed. Amita was turning to him for more than his sperm. It was like she wanted him, all of him. He had to talk it out with his brother before it went much further.Brijesh arrived to find Amita was indeed gone but a private duty nurse was with his brother. It was evident that Rajesh was much worse than Brijesh believed. A tube ran down his nose. The bag attached to the tube was injecting. It was liquid nourishment. The pale and gaunt man did not have long to live. Brijesh saw his brother hooked to IV’s and monitors. His memory went back to those nights that one week when he and Amita made savage love to each other. It was far beyond what his brother wanted.
“I’m sorry,” said Brijesh behind tears.
Brijesh fell to his knees beside the bed. He hid his shame in the sheets of the bed.Rajesh reached to him. Red blotches from IV needles were the only color on his hand. The simple act of moving his hand and resting it on Brijesh’s head was too strenuous. Rajesh had to rest to talk to his brother.
“Brijesh, what… do you have… to be sorry for?”
“I…” Brijesh could not finish.
“You used her… in ways that would …not allow pregnancy. I know. I knew… she would.”
Rajesh stopped talking. He lay as still as a manikin.
The nurse came to Rajesh’s side. She put Rajesh’s hand back under the sheets. The monitors showed his vital signs weakening. The nurse made three phone calls, one to his doctor and one to his hospital. The last call was for Amita.
In seconds Amita entered the house carrying a cell phone. She stood next to Brijesh.
Amita and Brijesh held hands next to the bed. Rajesh’s eyes focused on them. He smiled. His eyes focused beyond the room. Peace descended on the room. The monitors gave steady tones the nurse muted. She pushed some buttons and the screens went blank.
Amita smoothed Rajesh’s hair and shut his eyes. She kissed his lips. She turned to Brijesh.
“I said my good-byes. I’ll leave you with him.”
Brijesh did not register the sound of the door closing behind him. He pulled the tube from his brother’s nose and the needles from his arms. He took a wet cloth and washed his brother’s face.
“Does that feel better? I always had to take care my big brother. You were such a twerp. Now, you’re gone.”
Brijesh held the cloth to his own face.
“Oh God, Rajesh. You were the good boy. You were so generous with your life.”
The nurse handed Brijesh an envelope as she left the room
Brijesh saw the envelope. He picked it up.
“For Brijesh. To be opened before leaving my side.”
Brijesh started laughing and crying at the same time.
“You always had to have the last word.”The letter in the envelope shocked him. He did not breathe until he finished the letter.
Dear Brother,
I am gone now. I leave you and Amita behind. It’s been a great life for me. I could not have asked for a better younger brother. You have been there even when I didn’t know I needed you. Thank you for that.
Amita, the beautiful Amita. She is alone now. She is a strong woman. But she has had a hard time with my illness. She will need you my sweet brother.
Amita mentioned that you talked of the ancient law of brothers. How a brother became responsible for a widow and giving her a child. How, sometimes, a younger brother would take her for his own wife.
I don’t expect you to go that far, but you did promise her a child. I ask that you fulfill that promise and be with her until the child is at least one year old.
Anyway, I ask that you give Amita the child she deserves and give the child the best father/uncle you can.
Love you forever
Rajesh
It took Brijesh five minutes to regain his composure. After few phone calls to his hospital and several authorities Amita told Brijesh that Rajesh donated his body for medical students. They will come soon to take his dead body. After few more hours some men came with an ambulance and took Rajesh after giving some paper documents to Amita and Brijesh. After the nurse who was looking after Rajesh left the house Brijesh tried to find Amita.
He found Amita in the living room with a bag packed.
“Please, let me stay with you.”
“Okay, Bhabi.”
Amita reached for the doorknob.
“I don’t want to be here……I will became mad if I say here.”
The ride to Brijesh’s apartment was silent and awkward for him. He spent the last three weeks avoiding her. Now, Amita was in the car with him, going to his apartment.
Amita rested her left hand on the seat, palm up. Brijesh drove home holding that hand.
She tried to pull her baggage out of the car. It hung up on the spare tire and bumper jack. She pulled and tugged, getting frustrated. The bag popped open, spilling her things in the trunk. She started crying.
“Schuss, Amita. You have things upstairs. I can come back and get it later or in the morning.”Brijesh helped her upstairs. He got her a nightgown and robe she kept there.
“Take a shower. It’ll help you relax.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be right here, Bhabi.”Brijesh helped her strip to her bra and panties. He watched her enter the bathroom. She left the door open. He went to shut the door to give her at least token privacy.
“No don’t. Would you come in here and sit with me?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Bhabi.”
“I really don’t feel to steady, Brijesh.”
Brijesh agreed against his judgment.
He entered the room as she was stepping out of her panties. She had one hand on the wall for balance as she had one foot up. She reached around to unhook her bra. Brijesh had the fastener in his hand and undone before he knew what he was doing. She looked over her shoulder to give him a tired smile.
“Thanks.”
Amita turned on the water, holding her hand under the stream, waiting for it to get to her desired temperature. Looking at her back, Brijesh felt both pity and lust for her. She stepped into the shower leaving the door open a moment. This gave Brijesh a perfect profile of his nude Bhabi.
She stood under the water for four minutes by the bathroom clock. Amita then lathered her body. The act of rinsing off the soap seemed to wash away her strength. She started to fall.
“Brijesh!”
He flung the shower open and reached under her arms as she fell. Water splashed on the floor. Brijesh’s feet were slipping. He had to lay her down before he dropped her.
He used a folded towel for a pillow. Brijesh dried her body. The body he explored so intently the month before.
He tried to purge his mind of those memories. The more he tried, the more he looked at her and remembered.
Amita opened her eyes with a weak smile.
“Good catch.”
He helped her sit up to dry her back. He wiped up the floor so she could stand.
Brijesh took Amita to the bedroom. He helped her to the bed. He brought in her robe and nightgown from the bathroom.
“Call if you need me,” said Brijesh as he left the room.
Amita did need him. She just did not have the energy to tell him. She wanted him to touch her when she was on the floor. She wanted him to take her totally when he put her to bed. Tonight, she needed a man beside her, inside her more than any other time in her life. She was just too weak. She was asleep quickly.
Her desires brought her dreams of Rajesh. Her dream Rajesh came to her side. He took her tit into his mouth. Starting slowly, softly, he caressed it with his tongue and lips. He did this as his hand went to her bush and lightly brushed the hair. His actions were more of a tease than of seduction. The lightness of his touch made her crave more.
Gradually, he gave her more. The suckling became more forceful. His hand went deeper into the curly thatch that hid her gender.
It was a dream hand that touched the apex of her legs. But her mind, her memories of her Rajesh that gave her feeling.
She felt the hand touch her. She felt it fold back her flesh, exposing her to the man in her dream. She felt teeth pull and twist her nipple. But she was alone. It was only her mind.
She lost her breath when first one then another ethereal finger violated her. The speed of the in-out cycle of the fingers increased. Then it stopped.
Amita felt the non-existing fingers pull out. She looked. A phantom that resembled her Rajesh kneeled on the bed between her legs. She reached to him. Her dream Rajesh lay on her. She felt the pressure of his body on hers. She felt the pressure of his manhood enter her womanhood.
The eternal rhythm of life gave increased speed to the point where nature succumbs to pleasure.
Her memories of many sessions of lovemaking told her body that her Rajesh gave her sexual satisfaction. They told her he planted his seed to start the next generation.
Her body, though, searched for something, a penis, a finger, a hairbrush handle, to grab, to squeeze to feel in the grasp of her inner muscles. She was empty. Nothing was there.
Her vagina called her brain a liar. Her brain, her dreams, said her Rajesh was inside her. But nothing was there.
Amita woke, feeling the frustration and loneliness of being without her Rajesh ever more.
The sound of a TV set in the living room told that there was a man to help her. She just needed to sleep to regain her strength so she could go to Brijesh.
Amita regained her composure after the dream about her Rajesh. Her body still felt the effects of the empty orgasm she had. She needed satisfaction and intended to get it from Brijesh.
She ignored the nightgown and donned the robe.
She saw Brijesh was watching an old Hindi movie on Zee Movies. He was on the sofa.
She joined her late husband’s younger brother on the couch. She thought about how she wanted to get him to bed. She decided that the direct method was needed tonight. He had his chance for starting tonight’s action. He passed it up. Amita would now take command.
Amita laid her head in his lap. She saw movement as his cock lengthened. It started down the leg of his boxer shorts, the leg that went away from her. A slight nudge from her head shifted its reaction.
The tip poked free of the cloth. She sifted and kissed the end of the cock, licking the hole. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed.
Brijesh’s hand went under the robe to find bare flesh. He found two engorged cherry sized nipples, waiting to be picked. He wanted them in his mouth.
That was where Amita wanted them also. She rose from his lap. A slight shrug of her shoulders removed the robe. Amita stood before Brijesh shaking with desire. She straddled his hips.
He moved to take off his shorts. She shook her head no. She was not ready.
She held his face to her breasts, so he could have them, suck them, and enjoy the softness of them. He moved his hands for her clitoris but she stopped him. It was not his fingers she wanted in there.
She released his face. Lying back on his legs, she managed to raise her own legs over the back of the sofa. She pulled her pussy up to his chin, becoming a human bib.
Brijesh stopped her and pressed his face into her. He licked, chewed, and nuzzled her hot, wet tender flesh.
Amita looked up at Brijesh. The sight of her public hair making a beard for him made her laugh. She thought about how deliciously rough a two-day stubble of a beard would feel. Amita did not think of this for long.
Brijesh triggered an orgasm that made her tightened her thighs around his head. Amita did not notice until Brijesh stopped that he could not breathe.
She moved off his lap. Now, she removed his shorts. His cock sprung free. She knelt between his legs.
She started at his scrotum. She took long licks up the underside of his shaft. She got a steady flow of the clear pre-cum that she licked off when she reached the tip.
Amita explored her own inner self while licking Brijesh. She pushed herself to orgasm. It was all she could do to keep from taking him fully into her mouth, which she did not want.
She turned her back to Brijesh. She lowered herself onto his cock. It was like doing doggie style, but it went in deeper.
He held her close to his chest, using her tits as handles. She played with her clit and his balls, bringing them both closer to explosion. The she surprised Brijesh.
With a finger well lubed by her own juices, she probed into his rectum, searching for his prostate gland. This she massaged, triggering the most satisfying orgasm Brijesh ever had. She drained every drop of his cum into her. The pressure she put on the gland kept him hard, far longer than he thought possible.
Brijesh could no longer take the pleasure; it was starting to hurt. His system was empty. He pulled her off of his cock and out of his anus.
She was still on his lap, just not impaled by it. She leaned her back against his chest.
He felt his sperm drain from her. That would not do. He wanted her pregnant. Now, not for his dead brother, but because he wanted her and her child for himself.
He tried to plug her hole with his finger. When he inserted his finger, she had an orgasm. The muscle spasms sucked his precious fluids back up into her.
Amita holding her back tight against his chest, he turned them both long ways on the sofa.
He arranged the pillows under them. This was not easy to do. He had one arm around her so she would not roll off his chest. He had his other hand acting as a cork, so she would not drain. He finally had her hips elevated so gravity would help in fertilization.
Amita woke two hours later to the sound of Brijesh snoring in her ear. It was a comforting sound. It meant that she was not alone. Too many women learned too late about the loneliness of a silent bedroom. She knew that from all the quiet nights before she met Rajesh.
During Rajesh’s illness, she spent many more nights in a single bed. The needles and wires made it impossible for her to sleep with him. She could not face life in a silent bedroom again. That was why Rajesh bequeathed her to his brother.
It was so much like Rajesh. He could think about the happiness of the two most important people in his life after his death.
Amita returned to sleep. She woke the next morning with warmth in her belly and a kink in her neck.
She untangled herself from Brijesh and rolled cautiously off of him. She knelt next to the sofa. She stroked his forehead and teased his lips with hers. He opened his eyes and returned her smile.
“Good morning, lover,” she said.
These were the first words spoken since she fell in the shower.
“Hi,” he replied.
He pulled her face to his. Their lips met, as Amita attached their tongues. Their hands explored the other’s body. When he touched her clitoris, she pulled back and smiled.
“I need to finish that shower if we are going to make love again.”
Brijesh rejoiced at the thought of making love to her again so soon. Using a bed would be nice too.
Amita stopped at the doorway to the bedroom. She saw he was not following her.
“Hey, lover. I hate to shower alone.”
He got up and hurried after her. He got his lovemaking and she got her shower, all at the same time.
(THE END)
LAST PART
Brijesh and Amita had no contact for the next three weeks. Neither phoned or visited the other. Brijesh talked to his brother Rajesh over phone. The short phone calls were mainly about how his treatments were doing. Every time Rajesh told him that he is feeling good. Rajesh is now in his own house. Amita appointed two full time nurses for day and night to look after him. All necessary medical instruments have been hired and the professional nurses are maintaining it. One night, Rajesh begged him to come over to his house.
“Please, Brijesh. She won’t be here.”
Brijesh knew it was not Rajesh’s illness that kept him away. He did not think that he could face Rajesh and Amita at the same time.Brijesh had every intention to keep his promise to give Amita the child that Rajesh could not. It was after the second night, the night after Rajesh’s surgery that things changed. Amita was turning to him for more than his sperm. It was like she wanted him, all of him. He had to talk it out with his brother before it went much further.Brijesh arrived to find Amita was indeed gone but a private duty nurse was with his brother. It was evident that Rajesh was much worse than Brijesh believed. A tube ran down his nose. The bag attached to the tube was injecting. It was liquid nourishment. The pale and gaunt man did not have long to live. Brijesh saw his brother hooked to IV’s and monitors. His memory went back to those nights that one week when he and Amita made savage love to each other. It was far beyond what his brother wanted.
“I’m sorry,” said Brijesh behind tears.
Brijesh fell to his knees beside the bed. He hid his shame in the sheets of the bed.Rajesh reached to him. Red blotches from IV needles were the only color on his hand. The simple act of moving his hand and resting it on Brijesh’s head was too strenuous. Rajesh had to rest to talk to his brother.
“Brijesh, what… do you have… to be sorry for?”
“I…” Brijesh could not finish.
“You used her… in ways that would …not allow pregnancy. I know. I knew… she would.”
Rajesh stopped talking. He lay as still as a manikin.
The nurse came to Rajesh’s side. She put Rajesh’s hand back under the sheets. The monitors showed his vital signs weakening. The nurse made three phone calls, one to his doctor and one to his hospital. The last call was for Amita.
In seconds Amita entered the house carrying a cell phone. She stood next to Brijesh.
Amita and Brijesh held hands next to the bed. Rajesh’s eyes focused on them. He smiled. His eyes focused beyond the room. Peace descended on the room. The monitors gave steady tones the nurse muted. She pushed some buttons and the screens went blank.
Amita smoothed Rajesh’s hair and shut his eyes. She kissed his lips. She turned to Brijesh.
“I said my good-byes. I’ll leave you with him.”
Brijesh did not register the sound of the door closing behind him. He pulled the tube from his brother’s nose and the needles from his arms. He took a wet cloth and washed his brother’s face.
“Does that feel better? I always had to take care my big brother. You were such a twerp. Now, you’re gone.”
Brijesh held the cloth to his own face.
“Oh God, Rajesh. You were the good boy. You were so generous with your life.”
The nurse handed Brijesh an envelope as she left the room
Brijesh saw the envelope. He picked it up.
“For Brijesh. To be opened before leaving my side.”
Brijesh started laughing and crying at the same time.
“You always had to have the last word.”The letter in the envelope shocked him. He did not breathe until he finished the letter.
Dear Brother,
I am gone now. I leave you and Amita behind. It’s been a great life for me. I could not have asked for a better younger brother. You have been there even when I didn’t know I needed you. Thank you for that.
Amita, the beautiful Amita. She is alone now. She is a strong woman. But she has had a hard time with my illness. She will need you my sweet brother.
Amita mentioned that you talked of the ancient law of brothers. How a brother became responsible for a widow and giving her a child. How, sometimes, a younger brother would take her for his own wife.
I don’t expect you to go that far, but you did promise her a child. I ask that you fulfill that promise and be with her until the child is at least one year old.
Anyway, I ask that you give Amita the child she deserves and give the child the best father/uncle you can.
Love you forever
Rajesh
It took Brijesh five minutes to regain his composure. After few phone calls to his hospital and several authorities Amita told Brijesh that Rajesh donated his body for medical students. They will come soon to take his dead body. After few more hours some men came with an ambulance and took Rajesh after giving some paper documents to Amita and Brijesh. After the nurse who was looking after Rajesh left the house Brijesh tried to find Amita.
He found Amita in the living room with a bag packed.
“Please, let me stay with you.”
“Okay, Bhabi.”
Amita reached for the doorknob.
“I don’t want to be here……I will became mad if I say here.”
The ride to Brijesh’s apartment was silent and awkward for him. He spent the last three weeks avoiding her. Now, Amita was in the car with him, going to his apartment.
Amita rested her left hand on the seat, palm up. Brijesh drove home holding that hand.
She tried to pull her baggage out of the car. It hung up on the spare tire and bumper jack. She pulled and tugged, getting frustrated. The bag popped open, spilling her things in the trunk. She started crying.
“Schuss, Amita. You have things upstairs. I can come back and get it later or in the morning.”Brijesh helped her upstairs. He got her a nightgown and robe she kept there.
“Take a shower. It’ll help you relax.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be right here, Bhabi.”Brijesh helped her strip to her bra and panties. He watched her enter the bathroom. She left the door open. He went to shut the door to give her at least token privacy.
“No don’t. Would you come in here and sit with me?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Bhabi.”
“I really don’t feel to steady, Brijesh.”
Brijesh agreed against his judgment.
He entered the room as she was stepping out of her panties. She had one hand on the wall for balance as she had one foot up. She reached around to unhook her bra. Brijesh had the fastener in his hand and undone before he knew what he was doing. She looked over her shoulder to give him a tired smile.
“Thanks.”
Amita turned on the water, holding her hand under the stream, waiting for it to get to her desired temperature. Looking at her back, Brijesh felt both pity and lust for her. She stepped into the shower leaving the door open a moment. This gave Brijesh a perfect profile of his nude Bhabi.
She stood under the water for four minutes by the bathroom clock. Amita then lathered her body. The act of rinsing off the soap seemed to wash away her strength. She started to fall.
“Brijesh!”
He flung the shower open and reached under her arms as she fell. Water splashed on the floor. Brijesh’s feet were slipping. He had to lay her down before he dropped her.
He used a folded towel for a pillow. Brijesh dried her body. The body he explored so intently the month before.
He tried to purge his mind of those memories. The more he tried, the more he looked at her and remembered.
Amita opened her eyes with a weak smile.
“Good catch.”
He helped her sit up to dry her back. He wiped up the floor so she could stand.
Brijesh took Amita to the bedroom. He helped her to the bed. He brought in her robe and nightgown from the bathroom.
“Call if you need me,” said Brijesh as he left the room.
Amita did need him. She just did not have the energy to tell him. She wanted him to touch her when she was on the floor. She wanted him to take her totally when he put her to bed. Tonight, she needed a man beside her, inside her more than any other time in her life. She was just too weak. She was asleep quickly.
Her desires brought her dreams of Rajesh. Her dream Rajesh came to her side. He took her tit into his mouth. Starting slowly, softly, he caressed it with his tongue and lips. He did this as his hand went to her bush and lightly brushed the hair. His actions were more of a tease than of seduction. The lightness of his touch made her crave more.
Gradually, he gave her more. The suckling became more forceful. His hand went deeper into the curly thatch that hid her gender.
It was a dream hand that touched the apex of her legs. But her mind, her memories of her Rajesh that gave her feeling.
She felt the hand touch her. She felt it fold back her flesh, exposing her to the man in her dream. She felt teeth pull and twist her nipple. But she was alone. It was only her mind.
She lost her breath when first one then another ethereal finger violated her. The speed of the in-out cycle of the fingers increased. Then it stopped.
Amita felt the non-existing fingers pull out. She looked. A phantom that resembled her Rajesh kneeled on the bed between her legs. She reached to him. Her dream Rajesh lay on her. She felt the pressure of his body on hers. She felt the pressure of his manhood enter her womanhood.
The eternal rhythm of life gave increased speed to the point where nature succumbs to pleasure.
Her memories of many sessions of lovemaking told her body that her Rajesh gave her sexual satisfaction. They told her he planted his seed to start the next generation.
Her body, though, searched for something, a penis, a finger, a hairbrush handle, to grab, to squeeze to feel in the grasp of her inner muscles. She was empty. Nothing was there.
Her vagina called her brain a liar. Her brain, her dreams, said her Rajesh was inside her. But nothing was there.
Amita woke, feeling the frustration and loneliness of being without her Rajesh ever more.
The sound of a TV set in the living room told that there was a man to help her. She just needed to sleep to regain her strength so she could go to Brijesh.
Amita regained her composure after the dream about her Rajesh. Her body still felt the effects of the empty orgasm she had. She needed satisfaction and intended to get it from Brijesh.
She ignored the nightgown and donned the robe.
She saw Brijesh was watching an old Hindi movie on Zee Movies. He was on the sofa.
She joined her late husband’s younger brother on the couch. She thought about how she wanted to get him to bed. She decided that the direct method was needed tonight. He had his chance for starting tonight’s action. He passed it up. Amita would now take command.
Amita laid her head in his lap. She saw movement as his cock lengthened. It started down the leg of his boxer shorts, the leg that went away from her. A slight nudge from her head shifted its reaction.
The tip poked free of the cloth. She sifted and kissed the end of the cock, licking the hole. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed.
Brijesh’s hand went under the robe to find bare flesh. He found two engorged cherry sized nipples, waiting to be picked. He wanted them in his mouth.
That was where Amita wanted them also. She rose from his lap. A slight shrug of her shoulders removed the robe. Amita stood before Brijesh shaking with desire. She straddled his hips.
He moved to take off his shorts. She shook her head no. She was not ready.
She held his face to her breasts, so he could have them, suck them, and enjoy the softness of them. He moved his hands for her clitoris but she stopped him. It was not his fingers she wanted in there.
She released his face. Lying back on his legs, she managed to raise her own legs over the back of the sofa. She pulled her pussy up to his chin, becoming a human bib.
Brijesh stopped her and pressed his face into her. He licked, chewed, and nuzzled her hot, wet tender flesh.
Amita looked up at Brijesh. The sight of her public hair making a beard for him made her laugh. She thought about how deliciously rough a two-day stubble of a beard would feel. Amita did not think of this for long.
Brijesh triggered an orgasm that made her tightened her thighs around his head. Amita did not notice until Brijesh stopped that he could not breathe.
She moved off his lap. Now, she removed his shorts. His cock sprung free. She knelt between his legs.
She started at his scrotum. She took long licks up the underside of his shaft. She got a steady flow of the clear pre-cum that she licked off when she reached the tip.
Amita explored her own inner self while licking Brijesh. She pushed herself to orgasm. It was all she could do to keep from taking him fully into her mouth, which she did not want.
She turned her back to Brijesh. She lowered herself onto his cock. It was like doing doggie style, but it went in deeper.
He held her close to his chest, using her tits as handles. She played with her clit and his balls, bringing them both closer to explosion. The she surprised Brijesh.
With a finger well lubed by her own juices, she probed into his rectum, searching for his prostate gland. This she massaged, triggering the most satisfying orgasm Brijesh ever had. She drained every drop of his cum into her. The pressure she put on the gland kept him hard, far longer than he thought possible.
Brijesh could no longer take the pleasure; it was starting to hurt. His system was empty. He pulled her off of his cock and out of his anus.
She was still on his lap, just not impaled by it. She leaned her back against his chest.
He felt his sperm drain from her. That would not do. He wanted her pregnant. Now, not for his dead brother, but because he wanted her and her child for himself.
He tried to plug her hole with his finger. When he inserted his finger, she had an orgasm. The muscle spasms sucked his precious fluids back up into her.
Amita holding her back tight against his chest, he turned them both long ways on the sofa.
He arranged the pillows under them. This was not easy to do. He had one arm around her so she would not roll off his chest. He had his other hand acting as a cork, so she would not drain. He finally had her hips elevated so gravity would help in fertilization.
Amita woke two hours later to the sound of Brijesh snoring in her ear. It was a comforting sound. It meant that she was not alone. Too many women learned too late about the loneliness of a silent bedroom. She knew that from all the quiet nights before she met Rajesh.
During Rajesh’s illness, she spent many more nights in a single bed. The needles and wires made it impossible for her to sleep with him. She could not face life in a silent bedroom again. That was why Rajesh bequeathed her to his brother.
It was so much like Rajesh. He could think about the happiness of the two most important people in his life after his death.
Amita returned to sleep. She woke the next morning with warmth in her belly and a kink in her neck.
She untangled herself from Brijesh and rolled cautiously off of him. She knelt next to the sofa. She stroked his forehead and teased his lips with hers. He opened his eyes and returned her smile.
“Good morning, lover,” she said.
These were the first words spoken since she fell in the shower.
“Hi,” he replied.
He pulled her face to his. Their lips met, as Amita attached their tongues. Their hands explored the other’s body. When he touched her clitoris, she pulled back and smiled.
“I need to finish that shower if we are going to make love again.”
Brijesh rejoiced at the thought of making love to her again so soon. Using a bed would be nice too.
Amita stopped at the doorway to the bedroom. She saw he was not following her.
“Hey, lover. I hate to shower alone.”
He got up and hurried after her. He got his lovemaking and she got her shower, all at the same time.
(THE END)
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