Youth Fever 05
Actually, to summarize the last year of my life, I had turned from a housewife who looked after her husband's hand; to a free, working woman, who stood on her own two feet. I didn't need anyone. Thanks to my young lovers, I realized my femininity and enjoyed it. There was still an emptiness inside me, and I didn't know why. Furkan and I ended it after Ağva. Since then, only Can had fulfilled my physical needs, but my spiritual world was sometimes challenging my mind, especially on lonely nights.
Living alone was, of course, comfortable and enjoyable. I was free. Unfortunately, my sister's home, where I found family love and felt peaceful, was crumbling. My sister was starting to value herself more. Of course, I had my share in this; I also encouraged her. After Agva, we didn't do crazy things. There was no problem with the children, but she was drifting away from my brother-in-law; their arguments increased. I felt sorry for Ceyda; she was younger, who knows how the breakup of her family would affect her. When I spoke to my sister, she said that she and my brother-in-law would be apart for a while, to sort out their problems. I offered to have Ceyda come stay with me, so my sister could clear her head.
I talked to Emel, asking if I could work part-time, that I should take care of Ceyda. She agreed, and I thanked her. My sister went to Ankara with Can, where they would stay for a week to ten days. This situation would weigh onme because Can would not be able to come to me. I was thinking that I would be without a man for a while.
I was just kidding when I said that my sister's home would fall apart. My strong attachment to Ceyda was that I saw her as my own child. I became more and more interested in her when she was growing up. I couldn't say 'no' when she asked, "Auntie, I miss my house, could we stay there, and you with us for a few nights?"
I answered, "Sure, honey." Besides, it would give me a chance to talk to my brother-in-law, and encourage him to save his marriage.
I called my brother-in-law and told him that Ceyda missed her room and said that we would come back home for a night or two. Of course, I told my sister about the situation. When my brother-in-law came home in the evening, he had bought gifts for his daughter and made her happy. After we had dinner together, I offered tea to my brother-in-law and sat next to him. Ceyda was playing in her room.
I brought up their situation, of my sister and him, as I was before in the same situation, asking what was going on. He had to have been at his limit, as he started to tell me everything. He told me that my sister was not the same as before; she always wanted more, she didn't enjoy anything my brother-in-law did, and that she didn't like it. He told me that he was getting older, and couldn't think and act like her. I told him that they were still young, it was normal for my sister to want to make some changes in their lives, and that he should keep up with my sister.
"The situation is not as you know, sister-in-law; what your sister told you, there are things you don't know," he said.
"I don't know what, can you tell me? I'm with you both. I don't discriminate between you."
"These issues are not discussed, the fire between me and your sister is extinguished. Do you understand?"
I said, "Light that fire again, then. My sister is still a beautiful, attractive woman, and you are a handsome man. Change your image, your clothes, your style or something. Why are you giving up?"
He got up and went to the kitchen. I wondered if I went too far. I followed him. He took a bottle of raki (an alcohol drink from my country) out of the refrigerator. He was sitting at the table and drinking. Thinking it would be best to leave it alone, I checked on Ceyda; she was asleep.
So, I went back to the kitchen, and sat next to him. "I'm not here to blow your mind, I want to drink, too."
He didn't talk much. He sipped his glass from time to time and took a smoke from his cigarette. I drank quickly, and insisted that he fill it again.
"Slow down, this isn't like the wine you drink," he said.
I insisted again. My head was spinning slightly. I got up, wished him goodnight and staggered into my room. I put on my nightgown and threw myself on the bed. Later, I was startled because it felt like someone was touching me for a while, my sleep was interrupted. It was as if a hand was pulling up my nightgown and caressing my legs. I opened my eyes slightly. My brother-in-law was on the edge of the bed. He knelt down. Despite my fear, I continued to pretend to be asleep without making a sound. From time to time, he was stroking my face and checking to see if I was awake. As his hands went up to my chest, I could feel his mustache and lips on my legs. He played with my thighs with his light hand, occasionally licking them with his tongue. He stopped, hesitant to go further. He slowly pulled my waist up and then let me go. I felt disappointed. Did I really want my brother-in-law to fuck me? It would be better if Can could come back as soon as possible. I fell asleep.
The next day, after returning from work, we went back to my sister's house. I told my sister that everything was normal, that I had talked to him and that I had berated him to save their marriage. When my sister said that she and Can would return on the weekend, my joy was doubled. In the evening, the alcohol table was set again.
"Do you want to drink, sister-in-law?" he asked.