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James does his best to pull my sweats up to mid-thigh then stands up as if life is normal. “Hey Mom, Dad. Why are you guys here?”
Our parents draw closer to the bottom of my stairs as all of us exchange greetings. My heart bangs so hard it might break a rib. I try to wiggle free but Heath tightens his grip. What is he thinking?
Mom says, “I was worried. We heard about the auction then none of you were answering your phones.”
Dad adds, “Throwing your sister over your shoulder…what were you thinking? That’s not how you should treat your sister.”
Mom reaches for the handrail.
“Stop!” My panic is bound to be evident, no matter how much she taught me to use composure.
Our parents halt, look up, and wait. Now what?
Ford steps to the top of the stairs, and says, “Sorry about my lapse in judgment at the auction. We’ve worked it out, right, Bab—sis?”
This is like watching a trainwreck.
“Yeah, we’re better than ever.” I can’t believe we’re chatting with our parents while Heath’s cock is plugging me so his cum won’t leak out. And in an insane way, I’m okay with that. What has my world become?
Heath pumps his hips. “You could say we’ve taken our relationship to a whole new level.”
James busts out with laughter then agrees.
Mom asks, “Then why don’t we come up for a family—”
Heath cuts her off. “You can’t come up because we’re doing this great sibling bonding and we’re working on a present for you.”
Then he puts his lips next to my ear and quietly says, “Their first grandbaby.”
A shudder washes over me at how much I hope it’s true. It also occurs to me that I thought cocks were supposed to get soft after ejaculation. How is Heath keeping his hard?
“No peeking at your gifts early. We’ll see you tomorrow for the family party.” He waves confidently.
There’s obvious surprise that we won’t let them come up, but our parents retreat to their car and leave.
Relief holds itself back until their car is out of the lot, then I slump onto the rail. “Now we have to come up with a group gift.”
“Other than the baby?”
“We have a lot of explaining before that will make sense. How about we do a bunch of group photos and promise to send them a photo each day for the next month,” Ford says.
James adds, “Good idea, and we can make a bunch of those coupons mom used to make for us when we were kids like a family dinner and movie night with the parents and whatever else.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ve got paper and markers. Shall we get to work,” I presume Heath will take the hint but he just pumps again.
Ford glares at Heath. “The first thing I’m working on is getting his dick out of you so I can get mine in.”
“Things never change, do they?” I say.
Ford eyes me questioningly.
“You always were the one who wanted to stay up and play all night instead of getting your work done. If you don’t watch out, you’ll be getting nuttin’ for Christmas.” I crack myself up with the lyric from the old song.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s getting nuttin’ for Christmas!”
Touché. My heart is as warm and happy as my womb. We really are perfect for each other.
“A whole lot of nuttin’,” James adds, then we make our way inside.
