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"Guess he couldn't get Lily off his brain," Matt finally snickered as I scowled at him.

"Drop it. I'll clean up," I said.

"Okay. Too much information," Matt quipped.

"Not like that, jackass." I picked up a glove and threw it in his direction.

"Don't start this shit up again," Ethan glowered. "If one of you breaks another thing, I ain't cleaning up after you," he hissed. "Sometimes I feel like I'm the older one in this group." He stared pointedly at Matt.

"Hey, I'm not the one who can't control my urges." Matt threw my way as I picked up a broom. I ignored him. "At least go and take care of it; it looks painful."

"Sounds like you're offering," I responded, wondering if anyone but Lily could ease this ache.

"Hell no. I'm not going back there." He turned away.

"Good, because I wasn't asking." I grinned, happy he'd dropped it.

"Matt's right though. You should probably do something about that. It's weird you just having it there like that, all casual." Ethan picked it up. Not my dick, obviously.

"Oh, will you guys just hop off my cock!" I grunted.

"Yeah, so Lily can hop on?" Ethan responded with a grin as Matt guffawed.

"Don't call her name." I shut my eyes against the images in my head.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Ethan turned around to look at me as if challenging me to tell him whose name he could or couldn't say.

"It's just... you're not helping, okay?" I snapped.

"So, it is about Lily?" Ethan pressed. "I mean, I know we're all jealous of Eric, but I'm not walking around with wood in my pants."

Gripping the broomstick, I almost broke it. "You would if you just walked in on what I did."

Both men stopped sealing the wall to turn to me.

"You caught them fucking?!" Matt gasped.

"No fucking way!" Ethan whispered aloud.

"That's not all. Oh, shit. The food." I ran to the kitchen to search through the fridge for Mrs. Thornbread's dinner. Pulling out a Tupperware container labeled dinner, I popped it in the microwave.

"What food? You can't just drop something like that and rush off to heat up food. What the hell is that?" Matt asked.

They almost followed me into the kitchen, speaking to me through the window between the kitchen and the living room.

"Food for Lily's mom." I washed my hands and settled it on a tray, before carrying it into her room. They followed me there, both helping to sit Mrs. Thornbread up, whose eyes flew open like a mummy in a horror film.

"What do you mean, that's not all?" Matt whispered.

"Not here," Ethan whispered back. "Go clean up the living room before Lily comes back in."

"How about you don't tell me what to do?" Matt frowned at Ethan. "Besides, I need to know what you mean by that's..." He's about to repeat himself, but I stopped him, bringing my voice as low as I could and huddling them into me.

"Eric called me about preparing food for Lily's mom... while he was fucking her," I groaned. "Then he handed her the phone so she could talk to me but fuck, it was so hot. All she did was moan in my ear and shit, I wanted to be in there and in her so bad." I gulped, clutching their shoulders and steeling myself before pulling away. "Hey, Mrs. Thornbread? You hungry?" I asked, sitting in front of her.

To be fair, I didn't know how Lily did this. Mrs. Thornbread's mouth stayed shut no matter what I did. Even my stomach growled in temptation for the soup. How she's not hungry, I didn't understand.

"You know, I can see where Lily gets her looks," I said, hoping a compliment would help loosen her up. When my grandmother eventually got Alzheimer's, my mother had to figure out different ways of making her do anything, including eating whenever she was under the assumption that my mother was trying to poison her and would refuse. I knew this wasn't the same thing, but it's worth a try, and everybody loves a compliment.

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