“Did we not swear to never marry?”
“We were children,” I remind him, but he shakes his head.
“I can’t give you my blessing.”
“You can, and you will.”
“I won’t.” He looks over at me then as I come to a stoplight.
“You can.” I pause as we exchange a look that doesn’t need words. “And you will.”
He rolls his eyes at me and looks away, but I know I’ve won. Frost and I are of one mind, and he knows that this decision was not made lightly.
“There’s no pussy that is worth the risk,” he mumbles, and I laugh.
“You’re wrong.” I smile to myself as a memory of Pumpkin spread wide before me flashes in my mind. Then I remember the little moans she makes when my cock sinks deep, and I’m hard. “Her pussy is worth everything.” I shrug as I adjust myself, and he makes an irritated sound. “Her heart is worth much more than that.”
“You sound like a lovestruck boy.”
“I am.” I smile brightly at him and can see that he’s trying to hide his laughter at my idiocy.
“Next time warn me when you have a sleepover. I will close my windows.”
“Then you should invest in bars. She’s moving in.” When he looks at me with wide eyes, I shrug again. “As soon as I tell her.”
“I don’t need the details.”
“Oh, and you’re coming to Thanksgiving tomorrow with her family.”
“I didn’t agree to this.” He scowls at me, and I smile wider.
“You have no choice.”
He doesn’t answer because we both know he will come with me. We don’t like to be apart for very long, and spending a holiday apart would be sad for both of us.
“Why don’t we focus on getting this meeting over with?” He takes out his phone and sends a few quick texts. “She said to meet us downtown.”
I sigh because this is just like our mother to change locations at the last second. No doubt she’s angry we aren’t going to be present during their Thanksgiving celebration, so she’s using this as a power move.
“What do you think she wants to speak to us about?” I ask, and Frost shrugs.
“I try not to think about either of them if possible.”
He puts in the address on the GPS, and I make the turn. We ride in silence for a while until I see the address is a restaurant. At least having it in a public place will make things easier. She’s less likely to cry and become overly emotional.
I park the car at the curb and send a quick text to Pumpkin telling her I miss her. She sends one back right away, and it makes my heart warm. I need that right now because it feels like I’m going into battle with my family.
When we walk into the restaurant, I see our parents at the bar. It’s noon, but they’re both holding cocktails like this is normal behavior. I bite my tongue as she smiles to us and we approach them.
None of us move to embrace as Frost and I remain still with our hands in our pockets.
“Boys,” our mother says as she holds up her glass in a cheers motion before she takes a sip. “Do you want a drink before we go to our table?”
Frost shakes his head, and I decline as well. Our father doesn’t speak as he follows behind his wife to the dining area.
I can feel the tension rolling over Frost from behind me, and I slow down to leave room between us and them. I turn around and lean close as I whisper, “I believe my Pumpkin may be pregnant after last night. What if it’s twins?”
For a brief moment he smiles at me like all of his worries are forgotten. It’s exactly what I wanted to do, give him just a glimmer of hope and something to focus on instead of how awful being with them makes us feel.
“Da?” he asks, and I nod. He presses his lips together and nods to go forward, but I know even that small thought is enough to lift his spirits.
We take our seats, and immediately the waiter comes over with menus and takes our drinks. Our parents order another round, and for the first time our father looks us over.
“You look well.” There is only a hint of a slur to his words, so they must have just started.
Pumpkin messages me again asking if I’m coming for Thanksgiving and I respond right away. Then she asks me if we’re exclusive, and I want to ask her if the imprint of my dick in her pussy wasn’t hard enough, but I settle for telling her I’ll slaughter any man that breathes the same air as she does.
The waiter comes back with my water and I take a sip to distract myself from thoughts of proving how exclusive we are.