DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) (11 page)

“I think I’m going to be a little sick.”

“Dad?”

Marvin politely excuses himself from the small cluster of confined space that makes up the living room, takes the short journey across to the bathroom, never seemingly in a hurry, before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl in systematic fashion.

Landon and I look at each other. I look at Mom. Mom looks at Marvin.

“Mom?”

“Marvin?”

Yeah, alright, he looked a little bit peaky at dinner time, but I didn’t expect this. Not the first session, nor the three that come after it. When he’s finally done, he returns to the living room as slowly as he left it and takes his place again in his armchair. It must be half a minute before he speaks again.

“Sorry, it must have been something I ate.”

No shit.

When the shock has finally melted away, Mom swings into action. Tylenol are found, offered and refused, paracetamol too. Marvin accepts a glass of water, but refuses to go to bed. He insists he is ok, but Mom, Landon and I are all concerned. It’s come out of nowhere.

“You’re going green”, Landon says, standing above him.

“You are a bit green, Marvin”, Mom agrees.

“I’m fine. It must have been what we ate at lunch. Maybe the eggs.”

“I ate eggs and I’m fine.”

“Maybe the tuna then.”

“It could be the sun.”

“It could be the sun, it has been hot today and we were out for quite a while in it.”

“Why don’t you go to bed, you’ll feel better in bed.”

Marvin checks his watch. He holds it up for us all to see. The time, quite clearly, is not the time he usually goes to bed. It’s barely nine o’clock.

“I’ll go to bed at nine thirty. I’m fine, really, I’m better now.”

This seems like the most Marvin has said all week.

“That was some effort back there. I hope you’ve left that sucker clean.”

“I hope it wasn’t the tuna.”

Mom goes instantly to check it, throwing out what remains just in case.

“Well, that was a bit exciting, wasn’t it? Who needs TV with Dad painting the bathroom with his barely digested food.”

“Thank you, Landon. I don’t think we need a reminder.”

“So, what are we doing tomorrow?”

What other excitement have I got to look forward to? Another close encounter with Landon, or a masterclass of his in how to be a douchebag?

“We could try and find a bar or something.”

“Not with Tilly you won’t, she’s not old enough.”

Landon and I catch eyes and smile at each other.

“She can have a coke.”

“Ass-hole.”

“Anyway, we have to see how Marvin is in the morning. That might limit us on what we can do.”

“I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Mom doesn’t look all that convinced, and Marvin isn’t all that convincing.

I take the opportunity to drag my mattress from Landon’s room during the lull in conversation that follows. It takes me a few minutes to ease myself out of the chair, a feat that is complicated because Landon wants to see me struggle, and eventually I have to put my hand on his thigh to lever myself out.

He’s sniggering when I finally manage it, somehow satisfied he’s got me to work for it.

After two days barely sleeping, the last thing I want to do is wrestle through another night here in the living room, especially if Marvin might be passing through to empty himself in the bathroom, no matter how politely he does so, but I’m scared of what might happen if I choose the other option and sleep in the same room as Landon.

“Going to bed already?”

“Thinking about it.”

“At quarter past nine?”

“I don’t know if you have realized this yet, but we are in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing to do after the sun goes down.”

“There is nothing to do when the sun’s up either.”

I take to the armrest like Landon suggested before. It is just as I expected, extremely uncomfortable.

“There is no such thing as boredom, only boring people.”

“Thanks, Mom, for that insight, but if there’s nothing to do, there’s nothing to do.”

“There’s plenty to do! You could read, talk to each other, play games. When we were kids, we used to play board games for hours. The trouble with you lot is that you’re too reliant on your cell phones. That and the internet.”

“How else is anyone meant to communicate with each other?”

“The proper way. That’s probably why you two can’t find proper relationships.”

I have to bite my tongue to not mention my Mom’s first marriage, built on a healthy basis of communication.

“You’re probably right, Rachel.”

I give Landon a weird look for that comment, wondering where he’s going to go with it.

“I mean the internet really is just full of pornography and people pretending to be something their not. Isn’t that right, Tilly?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You wouldn’t know about people pretending to be one way when they’re thinking about exactly the opposite?”

There’s that subtext again, as bright as the sun.

“We never had so much pornography when I was growing up. I mean, we had it obviously, but not like the stuff you get nowadays.”

“Um, how do you know that exactly, Mom?”

“I am aware of what goes on, Tilly. I may be older but I’m not past it just yet.”

Again I have a disconcerting shiver running right down my spine. The last thing I want to think about is my mother searching for big dick pictures on the internet. Maybe that’s what gets her and Marvin off. A cup of coffee, a long walk in a nature reserve and then a four hour session of the finest dick pics the internet can provide.

“Are you alright, Tilly? You’re turning your face up.”

“I’m fine. I’m going to go to bed I think, I’m tired.”

Landon sighs.

“It’s only nine thirty. What is everyone seventy or something?”

“Nine thirty? Well, that’s me then.”

Marvin eases himself out of what might have been a catatonic state, before easing himself out of his chair with just as much aplomb, before, finally, easing his way across the living room floor towards the bedroom. He does not look well at all.

“I guess that’s me too.”

I know Landon’s looking at me even before I turn to him and catch his gaze.

“Well, that’s just me and you then, Sis.”

I point to his door.

“That is you right there, and this is me right here, Bro.”

“I’m not ready to go to bed yet.”

“Tough.”

“Come on, you can get all cozy, I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

“You know how to read?”

“Monopoly?”

“Bed.”

“Poker?”

“Landon!”

“Jeez, alright, I’m going.”

Just four more days to go. Four more days of pretending that I don’t want something and beginning to realize more and more I desperately do.

Landon pisses quietly against the porcelain. He cleans his teeth, washes his face, clicks out the light and disappears into his room.

A paper thin wall separates his bed from mine, and I’ve never felt more strongly that I wished for all the world that it didn’t.

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illy

I am asleep for what must be three hours at the very most. When I’m woken, firstly by the noise of Marvin shuffling slowly across the living room floor, and then secondly and unequivocally by the sound of him vomiting fiercely into the toilet bowl, I’m lifted out of a dream about Landon. I’m at one of his games, amongst all of the technical staff at the edge of the field, cheering him on from the sidelines. There is nothing that indicates it, but I know we are married. The whole world knows it too - Landon and I have become a famous couple in the unexplainable confines of dream reality - and not only does the whole world know who we are, they approve of our union. They like us. They know it makes sense that we are together, despite the differences in our personalities and the fact that we are step siblings. We are a power couple.

I try as much as I can to get back to it, not only because I need the sleep anyway, but because I was actually really enjoying myself for once, but when Mom clicks on the light without a second thought, and the real Landon comes out of his bedroom in nothing but his boxer shorts to see what’s going on, I know my chance has passed. It’s not a sexual dream unfortunately, far from it actually, but it’s so vivid, that when I see Landon standing there at the foot of my bed, I can’t help but think for a passing moment that he’s about to get on into it.

It takes me a while to shake the sleep from my body and gather myself to what’s going on. It’s the middle of the night and Marvin’s condition has clearly not improved. If anything, it’s worsened.

I count three fierce bouts of vomiting, each one more violent than the one that precedes it, after which he returns to the living room shuffling in his inimitable way, takes refuge in his favorite arm chair and looks like he’s about to die. I’m not kidding, this is serious, Marvin looks so pale we can almost see all the way through him.

I sit up. I can’t stand up quite yet because I’ve slept in my panties, and I know they are probably wet.

“Mom?”

Mom looks concerned.

“Does anyone else feel sick?”

I shake my head sincerely, while Landon is too busy keeping an eye on his dad to respond. For a guy that smiles more than Cam Newton, it seems weird to see him looking so worried.

“We’ve got to take him to the hospital.”

Is it wrong of me to be looking at Landon’s ass right now? I mean, this is clearly a hugely inappropriate moment to take advantage of a crisis situation, but it is such a fantastic ass I can hardly help myself. The other side is clearly pretty incredible too, but everyone knows how much attention that part of The Donkey gets. So much so, in fact, that people forget about how good the reverse side is too.

Marvin is just about managing to wave his arm in negation to the idea.

“That’s not necessary. I just need-.”

He’s too far gone to be able to finish his sentence. The large breaths he has to take in between his words demonstrate the difficulties he’s having in communicating. Something clearly isn’t right. I’ve not seen him like this before, and if this is food poisoning it’s definitely much more serious than I’ve ever seen. This isn’t just a bit of an upset tummy, this is full on projectile vomiting, clammy skin and losing comprehension. Landon is right. See? This is what being in the middle of nowhere does to your health. This is what happens when you don’t have a cell phone signal. I’m just glad it’s not me, or that infuriatingly sexy stepbrother of mine.

“I think we’ve got to take him to the hospital. Can you drive him, Landon?”

“No, hospital”, Marvin manages to groan out.

What the hell is it with men and hospitals? My real dad was the same. Never went to the doctors unless he was literally on death’s bed, and even then he had to be forced to go. Marvin isn’t exactly an alpha male, but in this respect he’s demonstrating it. He refused all types of medication last night, even though he was clearly in pain, he’s woken up at one am to be sick again and he’s trying to convince himself it will pass. Maybe it will, but it’ll pass a lot quicker if he knows how to treat it.

“Where is the nearest hospital?”

“I think I’m going to be sick again.”

“I have no idea.”

“You see, if we had an internet connection, or a cell phone signal, we could find out.”

“That’s not helping, Tilly.”

“I’ll take him back towards the city, it shouldn’t be too long before we pick up a signal out that way.”

Mom gets Marvin a bucket, into which he retches but doesn’t puke. This is absolutely disgusting. How can I go from dream of a lifetime, which might be the best moment so far of the vacation, to nightmare reality, which is clearly the worst, in less than a heartbeat? How can I go through another night without getting a decent night’s sleep?

Poor Marvin. Maybe it would have been better if it had been Landon. I wouldn’t have minded seeing him knocked down a peg or two, and it might have made the vacation a little easier to get through without having to go through such a constant emotional roller coaster. I don’t think I would have liked seeing him puke though. The only good thing about this happening is that it might mean we get to head back to the city a lot earlier than I’d previously thought. If Marvin is out of action, how can we carry on the big family vacation without a stepdad?

Landon goes back to his room to get dressed, which gives me a quick window of opportunity to pull on my sweatpants and see just how bad Marvin is. I get him a glass of water which he barely wets his lips with, and check his temperature. He’s burning up and his skin feels so clammy he could have just come out of the shower. My expert analysis: get him to a doctor as soon as possible.

“I really just need-.”

Again Marvin can’t finish his sentence.

Mom packs a little bag while Landon gets the car ready. I feel completely useless watching all of this happen, still half asleep, not entirely sure if there is anything I can do to be more helpful.

“Will you be alright here?”

Great. First in the middle of nowhere with my brand new family, now in the middle of nowhere on my own. At least I might be able to get some sleep in I suppose.

“How long will you be?”

“I don’t know, it depends where the hospital is.”

“Is he going to be alright? He looks awful.”

“I hope so, darling. It’s not like Marvin to be sick. I expect it’s just food poisoning, but you never know. It’s good to get these things checked out. I expect it’s nothing.”

She may expect it’s nothing but she doesn’t look all that convinced. I’ve seen Mom worried before, and I don’t like it.

Marvin is still trying to resist while Landon lifts him out of the chair and carries him towards the car.

“Drive safely”, I say, but Landon is far too preoccupied to respond to me. He doesn’t even say something funny or ironic or tell me to make sure I get the breakfast ready for when they get back, or the jacuzzi, or pump up every single one of his footballs so he can put me at the end of the garden and aim them at me. I wouldn’t even mind that, but all he does it make sure his dad is strapped into the front seat, before he gets in behind the wheel himself. No goodbye kiss, no i’ll be back to be with you soon, no nothing. Not even after that dream I had.