Not my Husband

Sorry And Thank You

A car stopped early in the morning in front of the star hotel. The man with the white tuxedo walked quickly, riding in the elevator while Belinda hacked the CCTV from inside her car. Engineered last night's record data, the footage of him leaving Jameson's room. And also delete the data recording the arrival of Andres.

False hair and a change of clothes, resembling the one Belinda wore last night have been brought Andres. Pressing the access condition until the door opens.

The middle-aged woman, seen asleep in Jameson's arms.

"Wake up..." Andres.

The woman who opened her eyes immediately. Realize the situation around.

"This is the money to shut up for you. Change clothes and wear a wig, then get out of the hotel. Don't remember anything about today." Andres said in a small voice, not wanting to wake Jameson.

The woman nodded, reaching for the money. Shameless to wear clothes in front of Andres.

The young man who clenched his forehead, looked at the body of the roadside aunt."Is Jameson gonna realize you're not Belinda?" his murmur saw the difference between a Spanish guitar and a sagging lute.

Have you ever seen Belinda's body? Of course, a few years of dating all they've done. Except for the breeding process. Where the egg is fertilized, the organ meets its partner's organ to produce offspring.

"Why!? Napsu!?" asked the sagging lute, sorry wrong, asked ci hua-hua, wrong again, asked the beautiful aunt teasing, was wearing her clothes.

"My wife is prettier" Andres replied firmly.

"I'm more experienced" the aunt quipped.

"Look, I already have a new phone with a well-known brand is still as slow as. Will not be interested in mobile phones from the 2000s that still use buttons, no internet and camera features. So, I have to keep my energy to unseal from the latest mobile phone, then the charger repeats again. Until the battery is bloated.." answer from the charger, sorry wrong Andres.

"Yes already.." the aunt blinked one eye. Walk out of the room.

For a moment Andres stared at the chaos that was happening. The man who was still snoring lay on the bed."Is it so good? Not loose?" ask Jameson who is asleep.

Andres' hands picked up the paper. The man who was still wearing the groom's clothes began to write. He let out a female voice like his wife.

"Darling, sorry I was too wild last night. I couldn't help myself for some reason. And now I'm too embarrassed to meet you. Your body is like a statue of a Greek god. Your face is like Romeo, but I'm really ashamed of last night. Sorry.." she said in a female voice as she wrote, putting the paper on the table.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna fuck my sister. You sleep with a pillow?" andres said, moving the bolster pillow near Jameson's body. The pillow was immediately embraced by the young man's hand.

Slowly but surely, Andres stepped away, closing the door slowly.

***

The mission was over, two people who were now silent were full of awkwardness. They're married, so what?

It's been more than five years since he touched Belinda. The last time they touched her was 7 years ago, when their mom and dad weren't home. The brother and secret lover who seduced him.

Entering his room, undressing satisfied each other without uniting their bodies. Lying asleep in the blanket when their bodies have been limp.

A forbidden relationship between brothers and sisters without blood relations. Sometimes they are afraid of being found out. But Belinda was the person she loved from the beginning. Maybe even before their mother and father met.

This time it feels awkward...

"Andres..."

"Milk..."

Say them simultaneously.

"Why are we going to do it this time?" ask Belinda in doubt. A woman of European blood who is still a virgin at the age of 30.

Andres was silent for a moment, sighed violently then nodded. The 30-year-old was a true record for a man of European blood.

"But I want to do something first." continued Andres on a day that was almost afternoon. Where are they at this moment? Villa outside the city, a place with a pretty beautiful natural scenery. Cold air pierces the skin.

"What?" belinda asked the young man before her.

***

The little letter was written by Andres hoping that this letter would reach his mother who was in heaven.'Mother I love her, sorry I can only keep her as a husband,'

Belinda also wrote.'Mom, thank you for giving birth to Andres. In return I will give birth to a grandchild for you,'

That's the little note written there. The couple's hands were parallel in front of the pool. Slowly releasing the two floating lanterns flying high into the air.

Their eyes stared at the two lanterns as if they were flying toward millions of stars.

Andres smiled, lighting using his match a few lotus-tapped floating lanterns. Releasing one by one floats beautifully over the pond.

"You prepared it?" ask Belinda.

Andres shook his head."Villa clerk, but I ordered it, "it's not romantic.

"Basic..." Belinda smacked little Andres' body.

The man who started to get up, clutching Belinda's wrist."I almost died.." she sneered.

"Dead?" the woman asked not to understand.

Andres nodded."Died because you loved you. Died trying to forget you..."

"Then?" questions from Belinda.

"I just want you. Sorry, being a bad sister," she answered, with lips closing in. Two pairs of eyes that look at each other. Their breath is felt on the surface of the skin of the face.

"You're not my brother, you're just Andres" whispered Belinda, draping her hand.

The same thumping feeling, that pair of lips touched in doubt. After a few years he gave up. Andres' tears flowed. Will his mother understand everything?

Maybe he'll apologize to her. Married and even fucked his sister. A final responsibility from the mother. The man who had no power to hold him back, did not want to lose his only precious treasure.

One more word stuck on her lips. Words to his mother and Belinda.

White gown on the pool side floor. Followed by tuxedos that come off one by one.

The glass door that is now open, shows some lotus-shaped lanterns that float beautifully on the pond.

Shadow couple seen, kissing greedily. Enjoying each other's bodies, a shrill voice began to sound. This time it's not just mutually satisfying as before.

Belinda's screams are heard as Andres unites their bodies. The screams also came out of Andres' lips. He was the first, and Belinda was the first.

"Andres stop.." he asked.

Andres was silent, tidying up his wife's hair. Slowly wanting to stop everything. But Belinda held it in, with a gasp of breath, a reddened face.

"Don't go.." asked Belinda again, just a moment's pain. This is what he wanted to give his holiness to Andres. The only man who ever touched her.

"I'm not leaving. Watch over you with my life." whispered Andres, kissing his wife's lips.

The creaking of the bed rang out, he lost control. Staring at Belinda loosened her head enjoying everything.

A long cold night, some of the lanterns still floating gave off a small glow. Just a faint, faint shadow of a pair of people enjoying the cold of the night in unification.

Enjoy the longing that is held back by the word brother. A word now forgotten, closed in apology. Several times the sound of satisfaction was heard. Want to bring a little angel among them.

The night is ended by a sweep of the tongue, which roams in a lip stroke as all the muscles relax. Ending everything, silent in exhaustion. Falling asleep just clenched, a pair of bloodless brothers who did not want anyone else present among them.

The wind blew away another pair of lanterns that flew by. I apologize and thank you. Will this be heard to heaven?

Seriate