Father and Son by S.E. Law
8
Sarah
It’s been two months since Braden, Grant, and I entered into a dirty trio, and I’ve loved every moment of it. The men have me over multiple times a week, almost to the point where I’m living with Grant now. They caress my curves and savor my body in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Of course, I’m often sore but it’s a good kind of ache. I’ve been stretched out every which way, after all, but it makes me feel very womanly and wanted.
But our relationship is more than just fun in the sack. We actually do things together, and enjoy spending time with one another. Tonight, we’re going out for dinner and a movie, just like a regular couple. Of course, there’s nothing regular about Grant, Braden and I because we’re in a dirty menage, not to mention the two of them are father and son. But still, it feels very normal.
Humming, I get ready before the mirror. I slip into tight jeans and a silky blouse, knowing that the men love sensuous fabrics. They teased me last week with a pair of my lacy panties, and oh god, but it was amazing when they crammed the lace into my hole before slowly pulling the drenched fabric out. But suddenly, my stomach churns loudly and I double over with panic.
“Ugggh,” I moan, clutching my tummy. With quick feet, I rush to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before throwing up in a loud rush. Green and brown chunks hit the water, making disgusting plopping sounds.
After I’ve emptied the contents of my stomach, I sink to the cool tile, hugging my knees while sweating and panting. Where did that come from? I try to remember if I ate anything weird for lunch, but I just had a regular ham and cheese sandwich. That shouldn’t cause any trouble. Then, another wave of nausea hits me and I throw up again, retching as tears pool in my eyes. This time, I try to stand up afterwards to flush the toilet, but my head isn’t having it. Instead, I crouch back down and pull my phone out of my pocket.
There’s a group text between Braden, Grant, and me. I pull it up and tell them I have to cancel our dinner because I’m not feeling well. Of course, my cell rings immediately.
“Hey sweetheart, are you okay?” comes Braden’s concerned voice. “I’m actually with my dad right now and you’re on speaker. Do you want us to come over?”
I smile weakly into the receiver.
“That’s sweet, but no, it’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t want you guys to see me like this. I probably have vomit spattered on my blouse and in my hair,” I say in a rueful tone.
I hear Grant’s hoarse chuckle. “We’ve seen worse before. It’s no trouble, honey.”
I laugh a little, which makes my stomach churn alarmingly. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s just a minor stomach bug and I just need to get some rest. I’m so sorry for doing this but I’ll let you know when I’m feeling better and we can reschedule, okay?”
“Sure baby girl, but call us if you need anything,” Grant commands. “We’ll be right over.”
“Thanks,” I murmur as a hot flash seizes my frame. Then, I hang up the phone just in time to throw up again.
“Why is this happening?” I moan out loud, my forehead clammy and my cheeks hot. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. My body is weak and I’m overheating, yet I don’t have a fever. Then again, for the last couple of weeks, I have been a little off. I’d get randomly nauseous, but always managed to chug water to make it go away. But now, I’m wondering if there’s something more serious going on. Do I have some kind of low-level flu that sticks with you for weeks?
Groaning, I manage to hoist myself up and wet a washcloth to press against my forehead before slowly moving to the couch. Then, my stomach groans again and I set my hands on the gurgling pooch. Why is my body betraying me tonight? Ugh, I was really looking forward to my date with Grant and Braden, but now it’s come to this, and I feel all alone. Should I ask Grant and Braden to come over after all? I know they would be here in a jiffy, but I really meant it when I said I don’t want them to see me like this.
Instead, I dial my mom on video chat.
“Hi baby,” Judy says, picking up. Her blonde bob is helmet-like and she’s got perfectly drawn-on pink lips. “My show is on right now, so I can’t talk long.”
I sigh. My mom watches too many sit-coms to keep track of. But at least she has a job again, which means she’s not spending all her time in front of the TV.
“Sorry, I’ll be quick.”
Mom sighs. “What’s wrong, Sarah?”
“I have a stomachache, that’s all. But it’s been going on for a while and I’m fatigued too.”
Judy’s eyes slip sideways, and I can tell she’s glancing at the TV. “Have some soup, then. Chicken noodle always works wonders.”
Come to think of it, that’s not a bad idea, even if I did just throw up. I make myself get up off the couch and head for the kitchenette with Judy’s face still on the screen in front of me.
“Have you had a good week?” I ask just to make conversation. My mom yawns, her eyes still on the TV.
“It was fine. The office was busy. You know I hate being a receptionist, but it’s better than nothing.”
I bite my lip because my parents almost just lost their house, for crying out loud, so you think she’d be a bit more grateful. But at least Judy and Bill have jobs now, even if their salaries are a pittance. As a result, I’m still supporting them by supplementing their income, but they never really ask where the money comes from. I think Judy and Bill suspect, but it’s more convenient for them to turn a blind eye.
Meanwhile, I heat up the soup and watch my mom watch TV.
“What are you watching?” I ask idly.
“Oh you know, this and that. There’s a really great new reality show called Garden State Cat Fights, and I love it because the characters live just in the next town over. Go Jersey!”
I sigh. Judy’s obviously hopeless, and I won’t be getting anything more out of her. I’m about to hang up when suddenly, another face fills up the screen, her brown eyes wide and happy.
“Sarah! What’s up?”
I grin at my little sister with her brown curls and chubby cheeks.
“Hey Colleen. I’m just a little under the weather, so I figured I’d take a minute to say hi.”
“Mom, I’m taking your phone upstairs,” my sister calls over her shoulder.
“Sure, honey,” Judy says off-screen, her voice distracted. With that, Colleen dashes up the stairs and closes herself in her room.
“I’m glad you called because I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How are things?” she asks. My little sister is finishing high school in New Jersey, and I feel bad that she still has to live with my parents. But soon, she’ll be independent, and will be able to fly the coop.
“Really good,” I say with a big smile. “Better than good.” Of course, my sister knows about Braden and Grant because I’ve confided in her about my boyfriends. She was surprised at first, but surprisingly open-minded. She even says she wants to find a threesome now, although I shut down that idea pretty quick.
“I’m so jealous of you,” Colleen sighs. “It’s been crazy boring around here. I hate Jersey.”
I take the soup from the microwave and head back for the couch. My nausea isn’t as bad now, but I’m still a little too weak to stand, probably because I’m dehydrated from throwing up.
“Well, I am sick, so it’s going to be boring here too until I feel better,” I say in a rueful tone.
“Why, what’s going on?” Colleen asks, her voice worried. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
I shake my head and take a sip of soup.
“No, I think it’s just a bug. I’ve been kind of blah for a few weeks, but today the nausea got so bad that I threw up.”
Colleen bites her lip.
“But still, do you think a doctor should take a look?” she presses. “I mean, you never know, Sarah.”
I laugh.
“No, I’m okay. Honestly, it’s just a headache and today’s vomiting. It’s no big deal.”
But my sister still looks concerned, her brown eyes worried.
“But Sarah,” she begins slowly. “Do you think …well, could you be pregnant? It sounds a little like morning sickness, don’t you agree?”
That makes me stop.
“No, it’s not morning sickness. I’m not pregnant and Grant, Braden and I always use protection.”
My sister nods.
“Of course. But I’m just saying, you’re with two guys, and you’re with them all the time, so there’s double the opportunity.”
I’m shaking my head before Colleen finishes what she’s saying.
“No, no, no. It feels more like I’m seasick than anything. It’s just a virus or something.”
I take a few sips of the soup but suddenly, the nausea is back with a vengeance. I cover my face with my hands. “I gotta go, Colleen, I’m going to …”
The words get stuck in my throat as I violently throw up on the floor next to my couch with an ugly-sounding retch. My sister gasps, her mouth in an “O.”
“Oh my God, Sarah, you’re really ill. You need to go to the emergency room right now.”
“It’s nothing,” I say, wiping my mouth and trying to swallow the sour taste on my tongue. But this time, my sister won’t be convinced.
“No, I’m serious, Sarah. You need to go to the hospital because what if it’s worse than just a virus? It could be something fatal!”
I shoot her a level look.
“I’ll be fine.”
But my sister won’t give up.
“Please, do it for me, and you know I never ask you for anything,” Colleen begs. “You’re really pale right now and you look terrible, Sarah. Please just go. I’ll feel better if you get checked out.”
I harrumph a bit, still sitting on my couch. But then I change my mind. It’s not anything, I’m sure, but it doesn’t hurt to see a doctor.
“Okay, fine,” I say. “I’ll go to the hospital, but only because I feel really crappy. They might be able to give me something to help.”
Colleen nods happily. “Good. Keep me posted, okay? I have to go now, but I love you, Sarah.” She waves and I wave back.
“Love you too, little sis.”
With that, we hang up and I sluggishly reach for a sweater and my purse. Ugh, the hospital. I don’t want to go because it’s probably just a bug, but Colleen’s words echo in my head. What if I am pregnant? What if despite the precautions we took, I’m expecting either Grant’s or Braden’s baby right now? My face flushes and my hand unconsciously steals to my belly. That would certainly throw a wrench in things, but at the same time, I know my men will take care of me no matter what.
