Forbidden Prescription 3: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Medical Romance (Forbidden Medicine)

by Stephanie Brother

  “Don’t get fooled by the idiot. I know how to respect women and the ones I go for like that.”

  “I…” her voice trailed off as I distracted her, and she made a sound, tilting her head so I had more of her neck to play with. “I can believe it, actually. Your voice is amazing. All you have to do is say my name and I’m ready for you.”

  I paused, surprised. I met Carl’s eyes, and they were wide. But then I grinned at the fascinating piece of information. I took her earlobe between my lips, gave a sharp nip that made her jump a little, licked away the sting and pulled back to blow air on it. Then I put my lips to her ear.

  “Emma.”

  All I did was say her name. I was surprised when she moaned, low and long, her body shivering as she leaned a little into me. When her ass met my erection, she circled an arm back, around my thigh, holding me in place and grinding her hips back. I hissed at the friction on my dick, but I wanted it to be skin to skin, not through our clothes.

  “Yeah, just like that,” she sighed.

  Carl’s eyes were wide, his face a little flushed as he breathed a bit heavier through his mouth. There was a noticeable bulge at his crotch.

  “That is just cruel, Emma. You can’t do that in front of me when I can’t move to do anything about it.”

  I didn’t see whatever look she gave him, but he suddenly swallowed what sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Emma pulled away from me, walking closer to him, but I wouldn’t let go of her, following. She reached for his sheet and pulled it slowly down to the tops of his thighs.

  “Would you like me to do something for you?”

  That voice didn’t sound like Emma. Or rather, not the usual, nervous Emma, but it was definitely her voice when she was getting ready for some serious action. I turned my attention back to her neck, wrapping my arm tighter around her, lazily moving my hips, rubbing my erection against her ass.

  But then she was wiggling, wanting to be let go. I did it reluctantly, taking a step back, wondering what she was up to. She had Carl’s gown up to his stomach, taking his erection in her hand and giving a stroke. Then she was leaning over the bed to take him into her mouth.

  I should have found it weird. I was watching my brother get head. But all I could think about were how I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock. I just realized I never got to have that.

  But I wasn’t going to argue it now. Carl couldn’t move, after all. But I could.

  Before I could think of any creative ways to join in, Emma pulled away from Carl. He made a sound of protest, but she ignored him. She went for the door, and I would have worried, but she still wasn’t fixing her clothes. With her skirt up, most of her thighs and ass were on display.

  She wasn’t leaving. There was a chair against the wall, a few steps away from the door. I hadn’t really noticed it before, but Emma dragged it to the door, pushing the back of it against the handle.

  I hadn’t thought of that. It was late, but I didn’t know if someone wouldn’t want to come in and check on us. I was pretty sure hospitals had night staff. She turned back to us, her face flushed, though part of it was probably in embarrassment. But she was coming back, her eyes meeting mine before she went over to Carl.

  She turned down the railing on his bed, her hands moving methodically. Then she leaned an elbow against his bed, using her free hand to pull her skirt up higher. She surprised me, putting a knee up on the bed and leaning forward, sliding her panties off the one leg, keeping her knee up on the bed. Then she was leaning over Carl, her hand going between her legs, touching herself.

  I could feel my body burn, begging to be in her, but I was frozen just watching her. Fuck, but she was perfect. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her or watch her get herself off more.

  But then she looked over her shoulder, meeting my eyes, her own burning with lust, and the decision didn’t seem so difficult.

  I stepped closer, moving her hand aside, replacing it with my own. She moaned, and then she was facing Carl again, leaning down, taking him back into her mouth. She was wet and ready, and I didn’t waste time. I cursed again, working on just the one arm, pushing my hospital gown up, bunching it under my arm, then holding her hip and positioning my cock.

  I wanted to, so badly I could taste it, but I didn’t push in her immediately. I leaned down so I could bite at her neck, lightly so I wouldn’t mark her so obviously. I moved my hips, rubbing my cock all over her sex, nudging the head against her clit. Her whimpers were muffled a little but I heard them.

  The teasing didn’t last long, I was really just torturing us both. I reached around her, sliding my hand between her thighs, feeling with my fingers, sinking two of them in then replacing them with my cock, sliding inside until she took all of me. I wrapped my arm around her waist, under her blouse, and started to move.

  It was more than a little awkward because my other arm was still in a sling against my chest. I had to brace my feet a little far apart, be careful not to put too much on my weight on her or I could lose my balance and the fun would turn even more awkward and maybe even painful for all three of us.

  But I didn’t care, because it was similar to our first time together. Me fucking her, her mouth wrapped around my brother’s cock. It felt just as good, if not better. I was moving slow, but by the pleased noises she kept making, I didn’t think she minded.

  I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. I wanted it to last, but I wanted to come. I also wanted to be sure Emma came before I did. Moving slow was another kind of torture, but I could feel the pleasure build up, little electric sparks running under my skin.

  Then someone tried to come in, but the chair at the door blocked their way in.

  Emma’s body shuddered underneath mine, and she pulled her mouth away from Carl.

  “Hello?” a woman’s voice came from the other side. “I’m the nurse, can someone please let me in? These doors shouldn’t have locks.”

  I think that last bit might have been aimed at herself. We didn’t really stop, Emma stroking Carl with her hand, me still moving inside her, though I did slow down even more. She made a strangled sound and then cleared her throat.

  “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.
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  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, t
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  “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.