Chapter 142
The Man of the House
âMmm! Mmm!â As I kissed mom, I felt her trying to pull away.
Although I was strong for a man, I knew my mom was stronger, especially in my current weakened state. She could have quickly broken away, but she was trying to move in a manner that wouldnât hurt me. I let go of her and she pulled away instantly with a gasp. Her cheeks were red and she covered her mouth.
âNoah! What do you think youâre doing?â
âHmm?â I raised an eyebrow. âGiving my mom a kiss?â
âThatâs right! Iâm your mother. That isnât an appropriate way to kiss your mom!â As she spoke, her eyes shifted to the doorway.
My mouth opened for a second, but then I gave a small nod. Mom was never that secretive about her perverted nature, but she still had some decorum to remain. As far as anyone was concerned, we were biologically related. If I went around making out with her in public, it could probably get her in a lot of trouble. If I kissed a sister, it would lead to questions, but if I kissed my mom romantically, it could get her thrown in jail.
On top of that, we were in a hospital and professionals there would probably have to report something like this. Considering I had just woken up, I didnât need CPS being called on my family. Knowing my sisters, theyâd probably say something stupid and get us split up. How could I live without getting fondled by my sisters daily? It was strange how much my attitude toward them had changed.
âIâm sorry, mom.â I lowered my head sheepishly.
Mom straightened her blouse and sighed. âItâs okay. Youâve been in a coma for some time. The doctor said that when you woke up, you may be confused. You may not recognize us, and your behavior might be off for a few days. Iâm just glad you know who I am.â
I blinked. âA coma?â
Mom frowned. âThey didnât tell you? Youâve been in a coma since the accident. You do remember the accident, right?â
âHow can I forget?â I made a face. âThat car hurt.â
Her shoulders relaxed and she nodded. âYouâve been in a coma ever since. I started worrying that you would never wake up.â
âNever wake up?â I looked at her nervously. âHow long was I out?â
âFive months.â
âFive months!â I sat up again, but the weakness and dizziness overtook me.
Mom put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. âItâs okay, honey. You donât need to worry about any of that. You just need to worry about getting better.â
âSo⦠itâs summer now?â I asked, trying to get my head on straight.
âNo, itâs spring. Hmm⦠if you recover quickly enough, you might even be able to make it to prom.â
âSpring⦠promâ¦â I grabbed my head, feeling like none of this was making a whole lot of sense.
Prom was only a month away and it was spring when I got hit. If I got hit and lost five months, then it should have been summer again. I would have missed all of my schooling.
âMaâam?â There was a light knock on the door before anything else could be discussed.
A nurse was standing there, not the same one I had played with before. She had a folder in her hand.
âThe doctor will be in to see him in a bit. Can you please sign some documents?â
âOh! Yes, of course.â Mom nodded, giving me one last look before walking out into the hallway.
A few minutes later, a man walked in wearing a lab coat. I felt a bit uncomfortable seeing that my doctor was a man, but then I wondered if that was sexism. It was just that I preferred the directness of women, and men could be a bit passive-aggressive. I didnât need him taking concealed digs at me.
Thatâs what I had thought, but all he did was take my vitals, asking a few pointed questions about how I was feeling. He asked if I was dizzy, hungry, or in pain. He asked what my weaknesses felt like and where they were strongest. He wrote down everything with a strait professionalism that I appreciated. That was until he was using his stethoscope to check out my breathing.
âTake in a breath.â He declared, âAnd againâ¦â
As he spoke, his eyes wandered to the doorway. We could see the nurseâs station straight from my room. It made what I had done with that nurse earlier even more scandalous. It was pure luck that we werenât caught. At least, I understood why my mother was being careful.
âThat mother of yours, I noticed sheâs not wearing a ring.â He declared.
I frowned. âMy dadâs not in the picture.â
That was an understatement of the year. My dad was a whore who had tried to run me over with a car. I wondered if he had that kind of information in his charts.
âI see⦠I seeâ¦â He nodded. âYou know, sheâs a very beautiful woman.â
What was with guys lately making moves on my women? I considered telling him something bad about her, such as she had herpes or something, but that wouldnât be fair to my mother.
âAre you done?â I asked sharply.
He had been looking at my mom and hadnât asked me to do anything with my breaths for a solid thirty seconds. He jerked, and then let out a laugh.
âAh⦠yes, yes⦠youâre doing fine, for a man who ended up in a coma, at least. A young strong boy like you should be able to get out of here by tomorrow. Weâll keep you one day for observation, and that will be it.â
âThank you, doctor,â I responded.
He seemed to be feeling the growing hostility I was giving him, and quickly stood up and announced his departure. A few moments later, I was alone in my room again. Just as I was thinking about turning on the television or something else, the door burst open and another familiar face came in. I couldnât help but smile.
âMackenzie.â
She gave me a sharp look, and then let out a breath of relief. âMom just called and said you had woken up. I rushed over here.â
âAh⦠you missed me that much?â I teased.
âWhoâd miss you?â She responded darkly. âMom has been extremely stressed since the accident. Iâve had to support her and keep the family together.â
My expression turned stuff. âI had heard it was a while. Five months⦠Iâm so sorry.â
Her cheeks turned slightly pink and she didnât meet my eyes. âItâs not your fault. The driver should have been paying better attention to the road.â
âPaying attention?â I let out a bark of laughter. âI was deliberately run over!â
She gave me a side look. âNoah, you shouldnât act that way. Theyâre very guilty about it. Theyâve come here three times to see how you were doing and were in tears every time.â
I couldnât believe what Mackenzie was saying. âYouâre not believing those tears, are you? Heâs a bastard! I canât believe heâs not in jail!â
âHe?â Mackenzie shot me a confused look, and then walked over to the side of the bed and put her hand on my forehead. âAre you feeling okay? Are you hot?â
I grinned, not able to help it when I saw my sister near me. I took a quick look out the door. The nurseâs station was empty and even my mom had gone somewhere else. I eagerly reached out and grabbed Mackenzieâs side. She let out a yelp, standing up and looking down at me in confusion.
âWhat are you doing?â She demanded.
âDid you miss me?â I asked, smiling.
âMissâ¦â She looked at me dumbly.
I wasnât sure why she was playing cute, but I didnât mind the game. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, and I felt her body shake slightly.
âI love you, and I missed you.â
Her cheeks turned red, and her eyes dropped. âYou must have hit your head harder than I thought.â
âIâm being serious.â I declared. âI donât think I can live without you. Youâre beautiful, youâre smart, and youâre cute.â
Her eyes widened, nearly popping out of her sockets. âN-noah⦠wh-wh-what are you saying?â
âYou may be my dense sister, but you canât be that dense.â I laughed. âLet me make it clear for you.â
I pulled her down to me, and then kissed her lips. She was completely stiff for a moment as I kissed her, but slowly her eyes closed and her mouth grew slack. My tongue went into her mouth, and I started to kiss her more aggressively. She started letting out cute little moans, as she leaned helplessly into my chest. This was more like what I was expecting. I was a bit surprised she didnât jump on top of me and start riding my cock. Well, that might be a bit much with the door opened, but I couldnât help myself when it came to Mackenzie.
My relationship with her was a bit different than with my other sisters. We werenât related by blood, and Mackenzie had been in love with me even before the switch, or at least thatâs what I had come to believe. I loved Mackenzie too. It was a sharper, more tangible love than what I felt for my mom or my other sisters. It was closer to the love I had for Samantha. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, one way or another.
It had taken my time being pulled away from my family, the month while I was trapped in sex trafficking, to realize just how truly strong those feelings were. Now that I had a moment to express them, they all came flooding forth at once. My hands reached toward the best places, one grabbing her breast, while the other grabbed her butt. She let out a cry into my mouth, her eyes popping open. She then pulled away so abruptly that I couldnât help but let her go.
She stared down at me with a surprised face that was solid red. Slowly, her expression turned from confusion to fury. A second later, a slap struck my face. My head went sideways, and the world started to spin around me. She had hit me hard enough that I was dazed.
âMackenzie! What do you think youâre doing?â I heard another voice that sounded familiar.
âL-london?â I blinked, noticing that not just London, but the rest of my sisters were there.
âH-he⦠he touched my butt!â Mackenzie cried out, pointing her finger at me accusingly.
âWhat?â London asked incredulously.
âAh! Iâm sorry about that.â I heard mom say. âI meant to warn you all before you came in.â
The girls all turned to mom, who ran back into the room from the hallway, breathing a bit heavily as she gave everyone an apologetic look.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWarn us?â Dawn asked. âAbout what?â
âNoah just woke up. Heâs still a little confused. He got a bit⦠grabby with me too.â Mom explained. âitâs just the coma scrambled his brain up.â
Mackenzie shot a look at me, her cheeks still red, and then back to mom. âReally? Is that it?â
âYeah, just⦠um, watch your body around him.â Mom tried to laugh it off, scratching the back of her neck.
All of the girls gave me various levels of disgusted looks. They were the kinds of looks I hadnât seen on their faces in ages.
âI knew it, Brother is a complete creep.â Kelsey made face.
âHeâll even touch his sisters. Gross.â Kristy nodded.
âItâs probably not something intentional. Comas regularly mess with peopleâs brains. He probably didnât even realize he did it.â London explained, prompting the other girls to stare at her. âWhat?â
âYouâre a waitress⦠why are you acting like you know anything?â Dawn asked.
Londonâs face flushed. âI⦠I used to want to be a doctor once. I watch a lot of medical documentaries!â
âThat doesnât make you a doctor.â Dawn shook her head.
âI never said it did!â London shot back, the two of them starting to bicker.
âI see⦠so itâs just that.â Mackenzie seemed to relax, but there was a strangely disappointed look on her face that the other girls didnât notice because they were too busy arguing with each other.
However, I didnât notice much either, because I had finally managed to connect the dots. It was the statement about London being a waitress that hit me the hardest. Everything else strange could have been excused away or written off as a quirk. However, one of the biggest differences caused by the role reversal had been London. The London I was most familiar with was a doctor. She married a bimbo who latched onto her because she was a doctor. He claimed he supported her as she became a doctor, and that was why London had been guilty enough to hold on to him for many years until I could inevitably break them apart.
In my original world though, that bimbo had the aspiration to make it big with his band, and my sister had forgone her college education to support him as he worked to make it big, something that never ended up happening. In other words, I was back in my original world!