Jake put the diary down and stood with his hands on his hips. “Well, from now on, Mari, my lovely wife, you're going to be writing down quantities as well. I want to know exactly how much of every bit of food you eat. Understand me? You know the doctor said you're underweight.”
Dan turned and headed toward the staircase, Jake walking behind him.
“Are you going to spank me again?” she asked in a small, lost voice. Dan threw a glance over his shoulder at Jake as he entered the bedroom then strolled through into the attached bathroom.
“You know how much I hate lies, Mari,” Jake began. Mari flinched, growing so pale Dan was alarmed. The two brothers glanced at each other in concern.
“What's wrong?” Dan asked, pushing her dark hair back from her face. “You can tell us, sweetheart. You can tell us anything.”
Mari nodded, her shoulders slumped. “I'm okay, just tired. I’m sorry.”
“Maybe she's getting sick,” Jake pondered, placing his hand over her forehead. “She feels a little warm. You get her weighed and ready for bed, I'll get the thermometer.
Dan stripped their slight wife until she was standing in only her panties. She shivered a little, and he moved to turn up the heat as she stepped on the scales. Dan peered over her shoulder and sighed.
“You're lost five pounds, Mari.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Dan really didn’t like how sad she seemed. This wasn’t like their full of life, vivacious wife. Normally, she’d be running rings around them until they were exhausted with trying to keep up with her. It was just as well Jake and Dan had wanted a woman to share, because one man wouldn’t be able to keep up with Mari. She needed the two of them to take care of her.
Dan slipped one of his t-shirts over her head. “Go see Jake. I'll get you one of your protein drinks.” The doctor had prescribed the drinks to help Mari put on weight. But with the brother's strict watch over her diet she hadn't needed them lately.
Jake watched as his slight wife stepped hesitantly toward where he sat on the bed. A jar of lubricant with a thermometer sticking out of it sat on the bedside table beside him.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, worried about her weight loss and pale listlessness. He'd heard what Dan had said. How had they missed the weight she'd lost? Of course, they had been working long hours. When they got home she was in bed and often they got up before she woke.
But it was no excuse for neglecting her health.
With great reluctance, Mari lay across his lap. He pulled up the back of the t-shirt and stripped down her panties, smiling at the still-red bottom he revealed. He loved her bottom, it was full and firm and perfect for spanking. Pulling her bottom cheeks apart with one hand, he scooped up some lubricant and rubbed it around and into her tight bottom hole with his finger.
Mari let out a little squeak, but she lay still and Jake worried at her compliance. Usually she'd be protesting vehemently about being too old to have her temperature taken this way.
He popped the thermometer into her bottom slowly and watched as Dan returned with a large bottle filled with her protein drink. Normally they had to force her to drink the stuff and they found that a large baby bottle worked best for everyone; it was easier to get in her mouth and hardly had any spillage, no matter how much she fought them.
Jake pulled out the thermometer.
“Slightly high,” he pronounced before flipping her over slowly and laying her down on her back. “I think she'd do well with staying in bed for the rest of the day.”
Mari's eyes filled and he braced himself for her protests. Mari hated naps, hated missing out on anything. But most of all, she detested being sick.
“Okay,” she cried and two large tears tracked down her cheeks making his heart break. He lay on the bed and gathered her close, his mouth brushing against her forehead.
“Shh, baby, shh,” he soothed as Dan cuddled into her other side. Gradually, she calmed and when he pulled away, her eyes were shut.
“Open up, Mari-girl,” Dan ordered softly, brushing the teat of the bottle against her lips. Obligingly she opened her mouth and he popped the nipple inside.
“Good girl.”
Jake rose and went to the wardrobe, pulling out a box they rarely used. He reached in and grabbed a diaper. They only used the diapers when she was really ill and they didn't want her getting up and down to go to the bathroom all the time. Even though her temperature wasn't that high, he was alarmed by how tired she appeared to be.
Moving toward the bed, he pulled her panties from her and lifting her legs into the air, placed the open nappy beneath her hips. Mari murmured and opened her eyes, but Dan whispered something to her and she closed them once more, sucking lazily on her bottle.
Jake and Dan stared at each other; there was no need for words between them. They worked together, lived together, loved the same woman, they were used to reading each other’s minds.
Something was wrong.
Jake rubbed cream over her, and did the diaper up tight before slipping her under the covers.