“I’m their attending physician. I’m examining the boys and we shouldn’t be disturbed. Can you possibly come back in maybe an hour?” I was surprised how strong her voice came out, not even a shake in it.
I buried my smile in her neck, not listening anymore. Carl was shaking, but not quite laughing, hands fisting in his bed sheets. We listened for a bit, but the nurse didn’t try to push the issue, muffled footsteps going away from the door.
“Best physical examination I have ever heard.”
I didn’t even try being quiet. Carl snorted, but Emma must have done something with her hand that had him gasping and arching his back, trying to thrust up his hips. I braced my free hand on the bed, giving Emma more of my weight, panting into her neck as I moved my hips faster. She groaned, then leaned over to take Carl back in her mouth.
Emma screamed, and it was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Carl slapped a hand to his own mouth, biting at the heel of his palm, and I could tell by how his face twisted, into pleasure bordering pain, that he was coming. With Emma convulsing around my dick, I joined them both, and I didn’t realize until just then that we hadn’t used a condom.
It should have worried me. Instead, it made me more excited, and I bit at her shoulder, where it wouldn’t be so visible, as I came harder than I had before, filling her until she overflowed with my come.
Chapter Sixteen
Carl
It was daytime again. We were lying in our room, the curtain left open, but we weren’t talking. All I could think about was the night before, how great it had been, how I wanted to do more of it and soon.
Emma was perfect, if not better than I remembered. I’d definitely made the right call, letting Abe talk her into trying again. I could have ruined it with my big mouth, but I wasn’t as much of an idiot as my brother thought when it came to some things.
I didn’t know how much time had passed. The IV drips had been removed a while back, thankfully, but we still had pain meds offered when we felt they were needed. When a nurse walked into the room, I looked up expectantly but came up short when I saw her with a cordless phone in hand instead of more medication.
“Yes?”
She glanced at both of us. “A call for Mr. Thomas?”
Abe and I shared a look, and I reached for the phone because I had both hands free. His right arm, his dominant arm, was the one in a cast so it might have been awkward for him. She gave the phone to me.
“I’ll just come back for that in half an hour.” She smiled and left without waiting for an answer.
Who the hell would even be calling us in this hospital? I brought the phone to my ear, feeling cautious.
“Hello? This is Carl Thomas speaking.”
“Good, you little runt. Maybe you can tell me what the fuck you were thinking racing along the fucking highway.”
I was surprised for a second, my body tensing up before I relaxed. I didn’t call him on the runt comment, we were the same height now, but I didn’t want to answer to the second statement, either.
“How did you even hear about us being here, dad?”
“I talked to Sharon Davis, she told me you two went out there looking for her daughter. She talked to Emma and Emma told her you guys had an accident.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you calling to gloat, dad?”
“Hell, no. You should have been careful, car or bike, but I already got the news that you were fine. I’ve been talking to one of the nurses and I asked to speak to you.”
“Did they tell you when we would be released? Because you could have just waited until we were out. Phones and hospitals aren’t really that great a combo with all the medical equipment.”
Even I knew that.
“Well, I’ll knock your head for the stupidity when I see you next, but I wanted to talk to you about something else. Is your brother there?”
I glanced over at Abe. “Yeah, we’re sharing a room.”
“Good.”
I waited, but nothing. I frowned, turning and meeting Abe’s curious gaze. He arched an eyebrow, but I just shook my head and held a finger up for him to wait.
“What did you need, dad?”
We were technically supposed to send him some money. We hadn’t had time to do it yet, but if he was calling us at the hospital just to remind us, I was going to hang up on him. He’d probably hunt us down, just so he could smack me for it, but I didn’t care.
“I have some news for you boys.”
Immediately I felt suspicious. “Good news, or bad news.”
“Good news. Well, to me anyway.”
My eyebrows jumped up at the sudden change in tone. I thought he sounded… Happy?
“Well, spit it out already. I’m dying to know.” My voice was bland, but he didn’t call me on it.
“I’m getting married.”
I thought my mind blanked out for a moment, and all I could do was blink. I was sure I heard him wrong.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m about to get married, son. Can’t you even sound a little happy for your old man?” he said, voice disgruntled, but still with that underlying happiness that was so odd in his voice.
“Yeah, dad. Sure. Where the hell is this coming from?”
He chuckled. “See, it’s like this…”
I listened, growing more confused by the second. My mind was working a little slow, but I could piece everything together just fine.
We were due to leave the hospital tomorrow, and Dad was calling to tell us that in four weeks our parents were going to get married. Our, as in my dad and Emma’s mother. That was why they both wanted money from us, to fund their wedding.
I wasn’t sure what to feel at first. A little hurt, yeah, but more than that. He kept it from us, even as he asked for money, and we handed it over and speculated what he was doing with it all. At some point, I thought he was doing drugs, or ‘got in with a bad crowd’ if that was even possible in the sleepy town of Libreville.
I thought he wasn’t even going to invite me—not us, just me. The hospital thing must have knocked him pretty hard, even though he sounded just like usual. I wasn’t sure how long we talked for, but the nurse came back and found me still on the phone. She would have gone back out, but I used the excuse to get off the phone with Dad.
“We’ll be out soon and we’ll give you a call.” I hung up before he could say anything more and wordlessly handed the phone over.
The nurse seemed to know something was up. She took the phone and quietly left again.
“What was that?”
I turned to my brother, still feeling a little dazed. He looked confused, though he’d probably heard at least part of the conversation.
“Dad’s getting married.”
“Yeah. I heard that bit. Who is he marrying, and why are we only hearing about it now? I didn’t even realize he was dating someone.”
Neither did I.
“Believe it or not, he’s marrying Sharon Davis.”
He frowned. “Fuck.”
Yeah. He and I were about to become related to Emma, even if it was just by marriage. I didn’t know how I felt about it. I was, sort of, glad for my dad. He’d been alone for as long as I could remember. He’d gone on a few dates, I didn’t think he’d been celibate up until we finished high school, but he’d been very alone because he spent most of his time looking after us when he wasn’t working.
But why did it have to be Emma’s mom, of all people? It felt, ridiculously, like he was doing it just to spite us for all he’d missed out on because of us. I knew it wasn’t true, he had no idea just how well we knew Emma. But we’d have to stop whatever it was we had now.
I met Abe’s gaze, his eyes as grim as mine.
“We need to tell Emma. We can’t go on like this.” He ran his hand through his hair, and he sounded dazed when he added, as an afterthought; “We are going to be step siblings.”
Chapter Seventeen
Abe
Emma came in to see us twice. We couldn�
�t talk the first time because she had a nurse with her and left before her. She had other obligations besides us, but I was still tempted to shove the nurse out and drag the chair under the door again.
I didn’t. And we wasted the whole day before she came back at night, much like she had the evening before. She was in another blouse-skirt combo, and it made everything a lot easier and a lot harder.
We had to tell her, there was no way we could keep it from her. Now that we knew, her mom would probably just give her the news, but we couldn’t keep the information from her. She deserved to know.
She seemed to realize something was up, acting more subdued than yesterday. She walked inside, closed the door behind her and dragged the chair under the door.
“Precaution,” she explained, turning back to us, even though neither one of us asked. “I told the nurses I’d be here for a while then go home. We have a couple of hours, maybe, before someone comes by.”
Well, that was convenient.
“I heard from the nurse you guys got a call sometime during the day. It’s what’s bothering you, right? Who was it?”
Her eyes slid from me to my brother, then back.
I sighed, getting up off the bed. “It was our dad, Emma. He had some news for us.”
I crossed the space between us, took her hand and tugged her closer to my bed. She moved, a little reluctantly, but she wasn’t pulling away. I reached for her stethoscope, holding her gaze so I’d know if she had some protest, but she let me pull it off and drop it on the bed. Emma shrugged off her coat by herself, draping it on the railing at the foot of my bed.
“What was it?”
“First, I want to ask you something. You came here, because you want us, right?” I held my breath, even though I knew. Still, I let my breath out in a gush when she nodded, relieved. “Good. Because we still want you, too.”
“But.”
I took her hand again, tugging her closer. “But. This has to be our last night together because we’re going to be related soon.” She didn’t even look surprised. She obviously had some idea of what was going on by now.
“And we’re being discharged from the hospital tomorrow,” Carl added from his bed. “We have a bunch of stuff we need to do, so we won’t be sticking around. We want one night alone with you before we put a stop to it all.”
Emma was looking nervous again, and I held onto her hand so she wouldn’t try to run. Her eyes moved to Carl, then back to me.
“I’m not sure if even one more night is a good idea.”
“Why not. You want it, too. Right?”
She bit her lip, nodded, looking indecisive. “I kind of knew, about the wedding. I found out just this morning.” She took a shuddering breath, not meeting my eyes. “My mom called and told me. She said… that she wanted to make amends, wanted me to be her bridesmaid.”
I wanted to curse, but I kept my lips pressed firmly together. Her mother didn’t deserve that kind of privilege, not after how I’d seen what she did to Emma.
“And you agreed?”
Her eyes met mine, and I could see the sadness in them. “What else could I do? Abe, she’s my mother. I’m her only living relative, so, of course, I agreed to it. I never thought I’d see the day she actually moved on. She’s never been with anyone that I can think of since my dad died, and I was a baby then.”
I already knew all that. Still, I wasn’t in the mood to be generous to Sharon Davis. Instead, I squeezed the hand I held, focusing my attention on the woman in front of me.
“Emma, please. Just one last night. We’ll be gone tomorrow. We don’t want to be, neither of us wants this to stop, but can’t we at least have just one more time?”
I slid closer, holding her eyes, ducking my head down, going in for a kiss. When she didn’t pull away, even though there was still some reluctance in her eyes, I let my eyes close and I touched my mouth to hers.
She was hesitant, even kissing me. At first, she just stayed still, let me do what I wanted. But after a moment, she gave a shuddering breath, her hand wrapping around my neck, letting her tongue out and licking at the seam of my lips. I opened for her, relieved she was giving in, kissing me back with growing enthusiasm.
We didn’t stop until we both needed to breathe, and I kept my forehead pressed against hers. We stayed still, trying to catch our breaths. I almost forgot my brother was still there. When he spoke, I froze and felt Emma jump a little.
“You guys keep doing that, having your fun like you don’t remember I’m still here. I want a kiss, too.”
For once, he didn’t sound petulant despite the words coming out of his mouth, his voice serious. We were frozen for another second before Emma was pulling away from me. I would have held her there, but she was going to Carl. She leaned over his bed, giving him her mouth. I’d gotten pretty used to seeing them together, I didn’t mind it at all. Her relationship with Carl was just one more thing to tie her to me, and I liked it that way.
But it wouldn’t be for much longer. Even though I was happy for Dad, that he was finding something good for himself at his age, I wanted to curse him for picking Sharon Davis, of all women, and deciding she was the love of his life. I hadn’t even realized he was dating someone, and I wondered how I’d missed it. Usually, Carl was the oblivious one.
I pushed it all out of my mind. Tonight was going to be about us. We could deal with life later. I went over to Carl and Emma as they pulled away from each other. I grabbed her by the waist, turning her to me so I could kiss her again.
“So how do we do this?” she murmured moments later, still breathless.
“Hmm?”
“Same as yesterday, or?” She glanced around at Carl. “You didn’t get to fuck me yesterday. Do you want to?”
I couldn’t help but moan at that word coming out of her mouth. Fuck. I thought Carl moaned with me.
“I still can’t move.”
“That’s not a problem. I can ride you.”
Carl cursed, voice low. “Then, hell yes. Why aren’t you up here already.”
She turned back to me, biting her lip again. I growled, leaning down to take her mouth in a ravenous kiss.
“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, Emma.” I was grateful she still wanted to do anything at all. I didn’t want to give her the opportunity to run.
It was all probably a bad idea. Carl and I had both agreed we wanted this or I wouldn’t have broached the subject with her. But how were we going to feel after we got cut off? Forgetting her would be harder the more we were with her, but neither of us could help it.
I watched, hungry and envious of my brother, as she slid her panties down her legs, pushing her skirt up her thighs. She unbuttoned her blouse, just far enough to free her breasts, tugging down the cups of her bra and pushing her boobs up and out. She sure wasn’t acting shy anymore.
The rail on his bed was already down, so she pushed off the sheets, shoved Carl’s gown up to free his hardening cock, and got up on the bed. She straddled his hips, keeping her back to his. We were both surprised, before Carl’s hands moved to her hips, and I went to the foot of his bed, finding some space to sit on the edge, so I could face her. She had Carl in her hand, stroking him. She reached a hand to my shoulder and braced her weight against me, moving to position him, and then slowly slid down. I couldn’t see, didn’t look, but I heard Carl’s drawn out moan and his free leg shifted a little.
The hand on my shoulder went around my neck, Emma staying still as she pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled back, our eyes met and held. She rose up a little, then slid back down, her breath stuttering. I moved my mouth to her neck, kissing down her chest, playing with her breasts as she started up a good rhythm. Then her hands were pushing at my gown, getting it out of the way, and she was palming my cock and stroking.
I brought one hand up to play with her breast while I worked the other with my mouth. Her hand didn’t move fast on my cock, driving me insane, keeping me hard instead of trying to get me off. I was okay with
that. Because once Carl was done, I planned on getting my turn.
I moved my hand to her mouth, pressing two fingers inside. She sucked them in, moaning around them, getting them wet with her tongue. She whimpered her disappointment when I pulled them away, but Carl distracted her. By the sound of surprise she made, he must have been at least partially behind the change in her rhythm as her body moved a little faster, then slower, Carl actually taking his time instead of trying to take her harder, like his usual style.
Wanting to help, I slid my hand down her body, between her thighs, rubbing at her clit with my wet fingers. When she started getting a little too loud, I muffled her cries with my mouth. Then she was shuddering, body still moving, until I heard a muffled curse from Carl that told me he found his release.
I didn’t stop kissing her, letting her calm down. I stopped when her body slumped into mine, slipping off the bed.
“Come on, Emma. Up. I want to have you and I don’t want to get interrupted.”
Carl groaned as she rose up on her knees so he could slip out. Her movements were a little shaky as she got off the bed.
“Man, I wish I could move.”
“Whose fault is it you can’t,” I retorted.
I looked up long enough to see the eye roll I knew was coming.
“I know it’s mine, no need to remind me. Do I at least get to watch?”
I threw a frown at him, leading Emma to my bed, holding her up against me instead of letting her sit. She’d be wet, and the last thing we wanted was to get the sheets dirty and start up a bunch of rumors.
I wasn’t up to doing anything athletic. I could walk, but having one arm out of commission would play hell with my balance. We could try the same position as yesterday, but even that had still been a bit awkward.
“Get on the bed.”
The command came from Emma, and it brought me up short. I met her eyes, saw the determination in them, and did what she wanted. She ended up straddling me, like she had Carl, only she was facing me. She braced her hands on the bed to either side of my head. Even though she’d just come, I could tell her breathing was climbing, getting heavier.
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