Andrew. How could I not have guessed? Feelings have become sharper, more pleasant. This continues for a long time, and I note that there is pleasure, but there is no orgasm yet. The member is still filled with force. I embrace her soft ass, Lena begins to move faster, and after a while she squeezes my flesh with the vagina. The same reaction. Helen finished. She still sits on me with her eyes closed, and I allow myself not to hold back. Pulling over her legs, I spend a series of pushes, releasing my desire, and soon I wait for a pleasant spasm - the second one in a night. I feel like a stream of sperm shoots at Lena. My eyes are dimmed again, the girl leans on me and gratefully enters my mouth with her tongue ...

"Hammer" - All that's left is to mark Andrew.

“Thank you, brother,” I reply. Brother's score was no less pleasant than orgasms satisfied Lenochka. And I'm grateful that he let all this happen. Although I do not understand why. The night did not give me that answer.

The rest of the night we slept like a real couple. I no longer heard the voice of my brother, and the next morning, waking up, I found Lena thoughtful and sad in the kitchen. It was already dawn, and she, looking at me, who had entered the kitchen naked, turned again to the window. Felt what she was thinking. About Andrei, and what happened to her to change. I am silent, expecting words from her.

- I - rubbish, - finally, said Lena. Her eyes seemed devastated, not at all like at night. But if I tell her that Andrew was not against our passion, even, on the contrary - “for”, she simply won't believe me. I am trying to explain something to her, to kill the torments of treason in her, and I myself mentally address my brother.

“Explain yourself to her!” I almost shout. But I can only hear Andrey, he doesn’t say anything to her, because she, ignoring all my consolations and persuasions by her ears, came up to me, kissed me on the cheek and said:

- Sasha, do not ... Go away.

... I walked along the very beach where the trouble had happened. I get to the moon. My head is empty, like a sea wind dispersed thoughts. Well, it's even better. I can’t think about anything until I can help my brother and Lena return to life and to happiness. I admit that I would give everything, if only they were together, despite their feelings for Andrew's bride. And that feeling is, I was finally convinced by the night left. And I will keep them in myself, knowing that they are firmer and even higher than this damned rock.

The moon rises above me, and the flower of the radioli still teases with its inaccessibility. Rarely did not get Andrew on his way, and this flower, an ordinary, albeit a beautiful plant, was the cause of the misfortune of his brother. “If he had wings, Andrei would have descended on the Moon from above,” I thought, being in the shadow of this strangely shaped, but expressive in content, rock. Here something above distracts my attention, and I see a flying balloon tied to a sports boat. Under the ball hung a man! A new attraction that abounded in summer beaches in our city. A thought, an idea immediately comes to mind. The boat returns to the shore, and I am already waiting for him, ready to rise and descend in a balloon to the right place. To your peak ...

* * * * *

In the evening I knocked on the door to Lena. She opens, and I hand her a bright pink flower to a radio. She froze, not expecting to see me with him.

“This is for you,” I say, calmly, but with feeling. - From Andrew.

She took the flower in her hands, brought it to the nose and absorbed its smell. Smiled sadly.

“Let's go to him,” she said firmly.

... We entered the ward, asked, despite the evening. The doctors already knew us as their regular visitors, whom they were accustomed to and who are ready to share their misfortunes with their patient. Andrei met us, as before, silently lying with his eyes closed, with an attached apparatus pumping the rest of his life into him.

“Andrei, I tore it off,” I say, extending a long-awaited flower to my brother. I sound loudly, as if trying to wake him up, push him, pull him out of this ill-fated coma. Answer me, at least mentally.You talked to me all night the night before, saved me, taught courage, strength, love - everything that made me a man overnight. Wake up brother! I so wanted to be like you!

"Thank", - sounded from above, although brother's lips were also closed. But the voice, his voice, I clearly heard in my head.

“Andrew, come back,” Lena said suddenly, desperately, praying. I knew she was waiting for him. And I just tried to replace it.

Andrei did not answer her, but he answered me.

“You don't need me anymore.” - I heard his words. “Take care of Lena, and be with her always. I love you".

“What are you talking about, Andrei? We are waiting for you! ”I shouted in my mind.

“She will love you. Goodbye brother.

This is the last thing I heard from Andrew. Suddenly his lifeless hand stirred. Lena and I were stunned on the spot, and I found the strength to call the doctors.

- rather! He is coming back!

The nurses ran in, then the head doctor, and they began to fuss, using their cunning medical procedures.

“So,” said the doctor nervously. - He comes out of the coma. Injection ... More.

Andrew seemed to come to life, his leg had already moved, but then we heard the disturbing exclamation of the doctor.

- The pulse drops! ... We are losing it! Turn on the machine!

It seems to me that a transparent cloud rises above Andrew, and I, who are squeezing tears, just have to carry it with my gaze to a distant, but I hope, interesting way ...

... It is claimed that the radio is growing only on the rocks. The flower of love has chosen a height from which all the guys and girls are visible. He sees who loves and who pretends, calling his body passion affection, passing after the first spontaneous sex.

- Done.

I watered a freshly planted flower on the grave of Andrew. The photo of the laughing brother looks at me and Lena and approves everything that I have invented. Radiola will grow here.

- Do you think it will take root? - Helen asks.

“Of course,” I answer confidently. - After all, my brother is near.

She kisses his portrait on the monument, and turns to me.

“Thank you, Sasha,” my girlfriend tells me. Lena is what Andrei left for me in this world. And it is necessary to save, no matter what the strength. I accept her tender grateful hugs and cuddle me.