Double Take
Chapter 11
“I am still afraid.”
—Amie Kaufman, Illuminae
THERE WASN’T A NEXT TIME. The next day was Friday and Molly was dressed in her professional nurse regalia. Mom stayed home from work and loaded me in the car to see Doctor Jordan. Or as I referred to her in my head, Lieutenant Dish. MASH, 1970. I suppose she was near fifty, but she had the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen and the kindest hands I’d ever felt as she manipulated my arms and shoulders, my legs, and examined me carefully.
“You are doing well, Jacob,” she said. She almost ruffled my hair but it turned into a gentle caress of my hair instead. I looked at her and smiled my best. “I’m going to approve you to return to school Monday.”
I… What? Oh shit!
“Really?”
“I’m going to suggest half days but we can’t be sure the school will be able to accommodate that. I don’t want you to increase your load because of fatigue issues but there’s no reason you can’t participate in your current class schedule for the remainder of the term. I know you don’t want to be held back and this will enable you to keep up with classmates your age. Try not to overdo it, okay?”
“Yes. Uh… Thank you, Doctor Jordan. I… uh… maybe I could just come here to hang out after school.” She smiled at me and shook her head.
“Do you really think you can turn the head of a woman my age? That would be both illegal and unethical. And rather stupid when you have so many girls your age to choose from.” She leaned in close to me and spoke so only I could hear her. “Come back when you’re eighteen.”
I couldn’t believe I was going to school. I’d be a freshman hobbling around on crutches and dragging a rolling bookbag behind me. Mom took me shopping after the doctor appointment. I got a couple new pair of jeans since mine had been cut up when I had the cast on my leg. I chose a nice polo shirt and a button-down oxford and some new underwear. And new shoes. Something inside me cringed when I saw the running shoes that Doctor Jordan had suggested. I knew they weren’t the most stylish things for a high school student to wear, but when I put them on, the support they gave my weak leg was incredible. They might have been the most comfortable shoes I’d worn in twenty years. That was when I stopped wearing Allen Edmonds to the office and started scuffing around in old man shoes.
I was pretty tired from the outing. Molly had given me a hug at the doctor’s office and said she’d see me when I came in for my PT appointments. I was pretty depressed that she wasn’t going to come home with us. At all. I’d be in school Monday and she would be back in the therapy office. I no longer needed a personal nurse.
It was already after three when we got home. Em greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and was happy with the news that I’d be going back to school. She said she couldn’t wait to show me around the new digs. I couldn’t understand why. I decided to lie down for a bit before dinner.
Pey was giggling and happy when she heard the news at dinner. “Yay! Vacation’s over and you have to go to school, too!”
“What makes you think I’ve been on vacation?” I laughed back at her. “I’ve done all my homework and helped you with yours. And I’ve had like three hours of PE every day!”
“I’m glad you kept up with the schoolwork,” Dad said. “But you need to figure out how to keep up with your physical therapy now that you don’t have Molly cracking the whip over you.”
“I was wondering about that,” I said. “Maybe there’s an exercise room at the school I could use instead of coming straight home after my classes. I feel like I’m getting stronger but I’d like to be off the crutches and walking normally by Christmas.”
“That’s a good idea. Mary? Maybe you can suggest that to the principal when you go in with him on Monday. It would save Emily from having to leave school to bring him home in the middle of the day,” Dad said.
“We’ll discuss it as long as it is not too taxing. Doctor Jordan gave us quite a list of things we need to discuss with the school to be sure Jakey can function and continue to heal. We’ll see what they say.”
“Hey, Em,” I said. “What kind of gathering are you going to tonight? You’re still dressed in sweats.”
“It’s a track suit. I don’t sweat in it,” she huffed. “And I’m not going out tonight. The football game is an away game and I don’t feel like driving halfway across the state to watch them lose another one. I’m thinking a movie and popcorn with the family tonight.”
“Can we watch Pokemon in Paradise?” Pey exclaimed. “It was just released on Netflix. You never did get to take me to see it in the theater like you promised.”
“We were a little pre-occupied that weekend, Pey,” Em chided our little sister. “But I suppose we could watch that.”
“Was that the weekend of… um… my accident?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, J,” Em said, scowling at Pey. “It was no big deal to watch it in the theater.”
“Pey, I’m sorry I made you miss it. I’d be happy to watch with you tonight.”
“Really? You’re so cool!”
I wasn’t that cool. I had V1 memories. Peyton was born in 1945. We were at the local drive-in to watch Fantasia when Mom went into labor. We had to leave right when Mickey Mouse was enchanting the broomsticks and I didn’t get to see the movie until it was rereleased in the late sixties. Of course, the good part of that was that I was stoned when I watched it, which was almost as good as being eight.
I was mad at the baby for almost twenty years. I didn’t want her to be mad at me that long. I knew what it was like to be a disappointed seven- or eight-year-old. I think it affected my relationship with her for our whole lives. Silly, what we think is most important when we’re that age.
The movie was funny. From my perspective, it was silly. It was one of those mixed live action and animation films that Disney made famous with Mary Poppins only the style was more like anime. I tried to figure out what kids these days saw in that crap. Except I was a kid these days. I watched the reactions of the family. Mom and Dad were tolerant but Em seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Pey did. I tried not to be a sourpuss. Eventually, I started laughing and cheering with everyone else.
When the movie was over, it was bedtime for Pey. Em said she was going to watch some sappy romance thing and Mom, Dad, and I all excused ourselves to go to bed. I’d been up and out of the house to the doctor’s office and then shopping. I was pretty tired.
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night when Em crawled in bed with me. As soon as I could get myself ready for bed, I’d gone back to sleeping in the nude. I started that back in the eighties. Of course, that was almost twenty-five years before V2 was born. The night staff at the nursing home complained that they really didn’t appreciate my saggy old ass dragging around in the middle of the night but fuck ’em. I hadn’t found much in the way of pajamas in V2’s dresser drawers, so I figured he must have adopted my kind of nightwear early in life. Made the important things easier to get to.
I’d been sleeping pretty soundly for the first time in over a week when Em slipped up next to me and I came rapidly awake when I realized she was naked, too.
“Em? Are you okay?” I asked. Shit! Having her bare boobs pressed against my back as she spooned there gave me an instant response.
“I’m sorry, J. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey. You crawl in bed beside me naked and think you need to apologize?” I chuckled. “I’m not sorry at all.”
“It’s not that. I’m sorry I’ve been mean. I was so screwed up. I still am. Fuck me, J.”
“What? Isn’t that a little sudden? What’s up, Em?”
“I got jealous. I told Francine you were sick and she shouldn’t come over until we were sure you weren’t contagious.”
“I’m not sick.”
“I know. I didn’t want her to have sex with you and so I left you with no company for two weeks. I didn’t even come in to get you off.”
“I’ve got two hands now, sister. I haven’t suffered too much.”
“I came to make it up by fucking you tonight.”
“I… Em…” I rolled toward my sister and took her in my arms. I’m sure she could feel how aroused I was since I pretty much poked her in the stomach. She dodged my first kiss but met the second with an open mouth and welcoming tongue. But something just didn’t seem right. “Something’s wrong, Em,” I said pulling back just enough to look at her but not far enough to lose contact with her soft skin. “Tell me. This isn’t what you really want to do, is it?”
“Sure it is. I just…” she pressed her face against my chest and I could feel her tears.
“I love you, Em. Tell me.” She snuffled a little and reached for a tissue from the bedside table.
“I told you Francine was sick and I told her that you were sick because I was so jealous that it wasn’t me coming to take your virginity. I’m such a jealous cow.”
“Wow! And now I’m going back to school and she’ll know I’m okay and I’ll know she’s okay. Is that it?” I was a little ticked at my sister. I would really have liked to lick Francie’s luscious twat while she sucked me off. But more, I cared about her and was worried that we’d done something that endangered her baby.
“Sort of. I… Every night… I thought I’d come in and have sex with you and you’d forget all about her. But… I couldn’t. I was afraid.”
“What were you afraid of?”
“That if we had sex, you’d stop loving me. I’m still afraid. I’d die if you stopped loving me.”
“I won’t stop loving you, Em. Whether we make love or not, I’m always going to love you.” I hugged my sister to me and felt my stiff cock nudging against her mound. Damn fifteen-year-old body. This was not the time!
“I… I’m so afraid of losing you, J. I won’t let go. You can have me any way you want. Just don’t let go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I didn’t want… couldn’t tell her what had happened. I couldn’t tell her that I had an old bitter sister whose funeral I didn’t even attend. Peyton had never forgiven me for that and as a result, I didn’t go to her funeral four years later. But I had to say something. I’d discovered this precious girl in my arms and I wasn’t about to let her go. “Em, ever since I woke up, I’ve been confused. The only thing I’ve been absolutely certain of was that you love me and I love you. It’s probably illegal and immoral and some other i-word like illogical or something. But I’ve known that you were my anchor in this world. I’ve known that I hurt you and I’ve regretted it every waking moment since I woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare and you were there holding me and petting my greasy hair. I don’t understand anything except that I wouldn’t have lived without you. I can’t. But, you don’t have to have sex with me for that. It’s there. It’s here in my heart. Em, please don’t try to make love to me just so I’ll stay. I’ll stay. I’ll love you. Forever.”
“But I let you suffer.”
“I’m fifteen. I know all about masturbation.”
“I kept Francie away because she wanted to have sex with you. And then I didn’t come to take her place.”
“Do most fifteen-year-old boys have as many hand jobs and blowjobs as I’ve had in the past month? I can survive.”
“Do you think about… um… me sometimes?” That was a loaded question.
“I think about you a lot,” I said honestly. “I won’t say that my thoughts are all pure. But that isn’t why I love you, sister. I felt like I missed knowing what a wonderful sister I have. Two of them. I felt like a huge missing piece to the puzzle of my life was suddenly found.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“Geez, Em! Are you a willing naked girl held in my arms in my bed? Are you the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met? Am I a teenager? Of course, I want to make love to you. But if it ever happens, it has to be because we both want it more than anything in the world and can do it in full knowledge that we are going to love each other till the world stops turning and the sun no longer rises. I never want you to look at me and be ashamed, either of me or of yourself. I want to fuck you if and only if we are one hundred percent certain that is what we want and are confident that even if we never do it again we will still love each other. And that neither of us are afraid.”
“But I can feel you hard against my tummy. I can feel my juice running down your balls. I just…”
“I’m fifteen. The equipment has a mind of its own. But I will never cross that line without knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that we are both ready for that. And if we are never ready for that, I am still going to love you.”
I held my sister against me and she gripped me just as tightly. Occasionally, she shifted her hips enough to spread more of her lubrication against my shaft. I know I pulsed against her.
“I could still give you a blowjob,” she whispered.
“I’m not going to resist you. And I’ll lick you to as many orgasms as you can stand. I’m fifteen. My head feels like it’s eighty, but my body thinks you are the most wonderful sexy woman that has ever existed.”
“Will you?”
“What?”
“Lick me while I suck you?”
“Hell, yes.”
Before we ever got to that point, Em lifted her face to mine. Our lips met. Our tongues met. We lost our minds in the exploration of each other’s mouth. And then she started kissing her way down my body and I urged her with my hands to straddle my face.
And then I knew.
She was different than Francie. Her taste was familiar, as if I was tasting myself in a way. Her lips opened to my questing tongue and I drank her nectar as I buried my nose between her cheeks. I found her little bud and licked it, sucked it, lashed it with my tongue, and found myself flooded with her juices as I released a torrent into her mouth.
Eventually, when we’d drunk our fill of each other’s sex, she returned her face to mine and I kissed her again.
“You taste familiar,” she whispered. “It’s almost like tasting myself on your tongue. I love you, little brother. I will never let go of you.”
“I love you, Em.”
“I’ll get Francine to visit you. I was being silly. Fuck her. I know you both need it. Just, please, don’t forget me. Maybe someday we’ll be ready.”
“It’s okay to think of her while you fuck me.”
“What?” I was still trying to figure out how my entire family decided to go to the mall on Saturday just at the time that Francie came over to make sure I was all caught up before school on Monday. Of course, I knew. Em had to have called her and told her I was ready. We hadn’t progressed to the main event yet but I had two fingers buried in Francie’s twat searching for the magic spot I knew would put her over the moon while I licked and sucked her clit.
“Emily. You can think of her while we make love. In fact, I’d prefer if you did.”
“It’s hard to think of anything when my tongue is lapping up your juices,” I said. I thought I was pretty clever in derailing that conversation, but she proved it was not so. Francie licked her lips and took a swallow of water before she stretched out next to me and gave me a long luxurious kiss.
“How are your arms?”
“Fine, why?” I asked.
“Will they support you adequately while you hover over me and dip your cock in my juices? I’m ready, Jacob.” Am I ready? Em had given her tacit approval when she was lying in my arms exhausted from the orgasms I gave her last night. I held no strong beliefs, religious or personal, about saving myself for someone special. V1 had waited until he was well into his twenties before he’d taken the plunge. My only regret had been that I’d waited so long to get started.
“I’m ready, Francie. Are you?”
“It’s all I’ve thought about for the past two weeks. Do it, Jacob. Put your cock in me and make us both happy. And if you want, think of Emmy while you’re fucking me. I know it will be good.”
“Francie, you know I love Em?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty obvious that she adores you. There’s just all the societal restrictions about incest and stuff in your way. I don’t mind. Really, Jacob.” I moved over the top of her and held myself up as she stroked my cock through her juices.
“Did you know I love you, too?” I whispered. I lowered my hips and my cock slid easily into her pussy for the first time. I really appreciated the fact that she was pregnant and I didn’t need to worry about a condom for V3’s first time.
“Really, Jacob? You do love me?”
“I’m not going to marry you and raise your baby,” I said. “But yes. I love you, Francie. And I love you for being my first. I love making love to you.”
“Yes!” she cried as I bottomed out. “Yes!”
After all the angst and delays and worries, I was surprised that I had no regrets as I began slowly pumping into her juicy twat. I knew my words were true. I did love her. I’d never be the man of her dreams nor she the woman I wanted forever. But I wanted her for now and she was happy with that.
I was thankful that we’d had oral sex before this so I could last a little while and appreciate every stroke inside her. It was great that my fifteen-year-old body could recover and recharge so quickly but the price was a decided lack of stamina. When V1 was sixty, I could make love to Renie longer than she could stand to have me in her pussy. There wasn’t much chance that Francie would want me out before I was long past able to continue.
My arms were stronger—I’d worked up to seven pushups this morning—but they weren’t going to hold me up for long. Francie welcomed my weight as I sank down on her, feeling the firm roundness of her pregnant tummy. After two weeks of not seeing her, I immediately saw the difference when she undressed. It was still just a slight rounding, but I could feel it against my stomach as I used my hips to work my cock in and out.
“Can I be on top now?” she whispered. I rolled to my right and she came up straddling me. She giggled as she scooted with me so we didn’t fall off the edge of the bed. Then she began to thrust with her hips and drive me farther into her. “I missed this when I got pregnant, Jacob. I was more than a little drunk and I missed a lot of what Colin was doing. This is like my first time, too. I know I’m four-and-a-half months pregnant, but this is what I’ll always remember as my first. I love you.”
My right leg still couldn’t add much to my thrusting, but my left did a pretty good job of making sure my hips were rising to meet hers. We looked into each other’s eyes as we drove ourselves together and the dam burst for both of us.
“I expect I’ll have another lover one day. Maybe several now that I know how good this can be,” she said. “But I’ll always remember how wonderful my first was.”
END PART I
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