Accident

 — Olya, what about Zhenya? He's helpless now, like a child. He needs care, and you're off somewhere again.

 — Anka, leave me alone! I can't sit by him day and night. I have things to do too. I'll come back and sit with him then.

 — I know what kind of things you have, — her sister replied sadly. — You're shameless, Olga. Your husband got into an accident because of you, he's badly hurt, and you're running off on dates with his friend. You've completely lost your conscience.

 — So what? So, I run off on dates with him. So what? Are you jealous? If you want, you take care of Zhenka yourself, take care of your adored Zhenka.

 — He's your husband, and you're betraying him.

How can you, Olya?

 — Look who's found sympathy! — Olga flared up, angry at her sister. — Here, take him, then, pity him, coddle him. Comfort the poor thing in a womanly way. You can do it! I know you've loved him for a long time. Now he's all yours, you can take him if you want! I don't need him anymore!

 — What a bitch you are, sis! Go to your lousy lover, and don't you dare set foot here again! This apartment is mine, and I have every right to forbid you to live in it. So, better leave while you're still in one piece, I don't want to know you anymore!

 — Anka, are you kicking me out of the house?! That's news! Well, fine! Great! You stay here alone with this invalid, and I'm out! I've had enough. It's better for me to leave you all indeed.

Hearing the loud slam of the door closing behind her sister, Anna sighed, shook her head disapprovingly, and went to the room where Zhenya was lying. Opening the door, she saw his all-understanding gaze and, sitting down beside him, gently stroked his hair.

 — Annushka, has she left?

Hearing his voice, Anna stared in amazement at Zhenya's smiling face.

 — You... you spoke, Zhenechka?

 — Yes, and for quite some time. I know everything, Annushka, and... to hell with them. Let Olya roll off to him for all I care. I don't need a wife like that.

 — Zhenya, you shouldn't talk so much, and getting upset is harmful.

 — You won't leave! I won't let you! Only over my dead body, — she declared decisively.

 — Over your dead body, my dear, that won't happen.

 — And why is that?

He laughed cheerfully.

 — Do you want, my joy, for me to strangle you? You won't get that, my dear. I need you very much alive and healthy. As my wife, instead of my unfaithful sister.

 — But I'm with you all the time anyway, — she replied, blushing. — I spend a lot of time with you.

 — For that, you have my special gratitude, but I mean something completely different.

Anna already understood what he was talking about, but she wanted to hear it.

 — What do you mean?

 — Don't you guess? I'll show you now.

And, something she completely didn't expect, he hugged her tightly and, pulling her down onto the bed beside him, began passionately kissing her face.

 — Zhenya! Zhenechka! My dear! You're crazy! You mustn't strain yourself! Stop it immediately! — she cried out, frightened for him.

 — Worried about me? So, you love me? Come on, confess immediately! Otherwise, I'll get up right now.

 — I love you very much! Of course, I love you, Zhenechka! Just for God's sake, don't strain yourself! — she begged, looking pleadingly into his face.

 — I'll have to strain, my dear. To hold such a young, devilishly attractive woman in my arms, whom I've wanted for who knows how long, and not strain? That's simply impossible, — he said hoarsely, reaching into her panties.

Under his hand, her soft stomach twitched nervously, his palm slid a little lower, and under his fingers were the soft, silky hairs covering her pubis.

 — Zhenya! Zhenechka! What are you doing?! You mustn't do this! — Anna said plaintively, trembling as if with a chill, making no attempt to stop him.

 — I can do anything now, — he replied hoarsely, greedily feeling her plump labia. — I love you, and if you don't let me love you, I'll die from desire.

 — Zhenechka, be patient, my dear, until you're stronger, and then love me as much as you want! — she pleaded, passionately writhing under his hand.

 — I want you now! Do you understand?! I won't die from love, I'll feel very happy and recover quickly. I beg you! Please!

 — Turn away, my dear. I'll undress.

 — I won't. I want to admire you. Enjoy the beauty of your wonderful body.

 — I'm ashamed in front of you, Zhenechka.

 — Wives aren't ashamed of their husbands, silly. From now on, you and I are truly husband and wife. Come on, I'll help you undress.

 — Zhenya, I'm terribly ashamed.

Not listening to her, he lifted the hem of her dress and, hooking the elastic of her panties, with his heart pounding from excitement, pulled them down, revealing to his greedy gaze the temptingly plump triangle of her pubis with the slit between her labia disappearing below.

 — How beautiful you are, my love! You are true perfection! — he said in a voice husky with passionate desire.

In the intonations of his voice, Anna heard genuine admiration for her charms. He adored her. Instantly forgetting her shame, she unbuttoned her dress and, smiling at his youthful delight, quickly took it off.

Seeing the tempting roundness of her snow-white breasts, temptingly protruding from the tightly fitting cups of her bra, he tipped her back onto the bed and, leaning over her, covered them with ardent, burning kisses. Blissfully closing her eyes, she basked in the rays of his love. Finally, she had waited for her love and was reveling in it.

Lifting her bra, he freed her breasts from its tight confinement and, seeing the pressed pink button of her nipple, passionately fastened his lips onto it. Gasping with pleasure, panting, Anna trembled excitedly in his embrace.

Feeling the invasion of his member, she passionately arched, and his hard shaft powerfully thrust into her.

 — Oh! Oh! Oh! Zhenechka! My dear! Just don't strain yourself!

 — My love! You're asking the impossible of me, — he said hoarsely, powerfully plunging into her. — I can't love you with half my strength. It's impossible!

 — Save your strength, my love, because from now on I'll always be with you. I'm yours whenever you desire me.

 — I'll desire you constantly and always love you just as passionately, — he replied unyieldingly, pressing her body, spread out beneath him, into the bed.

 — My dear! My dear! How good I feel! — Anna moaned happily, rocking beneath him.

That same evening, he made her, as his wife, sleep with him. Protected by her tender love, he rapidly recovered.

Having decided to return to her husband, Olya came to them. Beaming happily, Anya opened the door for her. Her eyes looked at her sister with clear, impassive detachment. Olya's eyes were drawn to her noticeably rounded, protruding belly under her dress. Noticing Zhenya, alive and healthy, standing in the distance behind her, she understood she was hopelessly late. She had lost her husband and her sister forever.

Approaching Anna, he lovingly embraced her and, rubbing his chin against her neck, asked: — "Why don't you invite your sister in, my dear wife? She's come to visit us."

Looking at them, Olya silently turned and left. She had nothing to say to them.

06.12.2005

Author's e-mail: Sеvеrin809@rаmblеr.ru