Page 44 of The Twins

“Ernie! Cum.” I roll my hips faster, push deeper, until the tip of my cock tickles her cervix. Thumb on her clit, I lean down and suck a pretty, pink nipple into my mouth and she cums. Her pussy constricts so tight I can barely withdraw, so instead I grind, rocking back and forth until I’m spent. Slowly, we catch our breath, and I slip out of her. “Goober.” She calls me with a chuckle when I drop down to my knees and watch my seed drip out of her.

“We should have a baby.”

“We should,” she agrees easily. “Let’s get married first.”

“Ok.” I’m suddenly very tired. The day catching up with me. I crawl into bed, and I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Ernie 2.

Checking my rearview mirror, I merge onto the highway. Moshe types on his phone in the backseat. “Avinu?” I call out to him before I’ve thought it all through.

“Yes, Ernie?”

“When you proposed to Seril…?” I trail off, unsure how to ask what’s on my mind.

“Ernie? What’s up?”

“Sorry, boss. Uh. So. I want to marry Bailey. I’ve known since the moment I met her. It’s just…there’s been so much going on with the mishpocheh, and it’s never been the right time—”

Moshe snorts loudly, my jaw snapping shut. I meet his eyes in the mirror, my mouth turning down into a frown at his expression. “Theright time? Seriously? Is that why you haven’t popped the question? You’ve been waiting for theright time?”

“Could you not say it like that?”

“It’s justified. Also, fuck you, because I seem to recall you doing a lot of reenacting when Seril and I were getting started.”

I tilt my head side to side. “Fair.”

“Ernie. Bailey is end game, right?”

“Yes.”

“A piece of paper isn’t important to a lot of people, but in our line of work…that piece of paper means the difference between life and death, security and poverty. If you love her, marry her. You can’t wait for the perfect time. It doesn’t fucking exist.”

“But I live in a cottage on your property—”

“You live in a three-bedroom, two-bathroom home that you didn’t have to pay for, on property you are not required to maintain, so that you are close to your family and work. Besides, from what I hear, Bailey loves that house.”

“She does?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. She loves the house. Shelovesyou. She wants to fill it with Ernie-babies and be a part of a loving, caring family.” Moshe sighs, shifts in his seat so he’s leaning between the two front seats to stare at me with disapproval. “It is our job as their men to guarantee they have everything they could ever want, but more importantly everything they need. She needs you, Ern. Make sure she’s got you.”

“Thanks.” I swallow hard, focusing on the road while Moshe sits back in his seat and resumes typing on his phone. A little later, I pull into the family compound. I’m opening the door for Moshe when I hear a loud whistling sound. Looking up, I have just enough time to shove Moshe back in the car and slam the door shut before something crashes into the house and explodes.

I blink several times, trying to clear the fog from my vision. My ears feel funny. I can’t hear anything. It’s hot. So hot. My vision clears slightly, and I start frantically crawling toward the fountain. It’s obliterated, but there is still water. I drop my lower half into the water and my right arm. I am on fire! Was. I WAS ON FIRE!

“MOSHE!” Shit, I forgot about the Avinu. Extinguished, I leap from the remains of the fountain and fight through the nauseating pain to get to the SUV that is now on its side with flames 10 feet high at the front end.

I manage to climb on it, using every ounce of strength I have left to open the passenger door. “MOSHE!” I’m screaming, but I can’t really hear anything besides a high-pitch ringing, so I don’t know if he can hear me. The door finally gives; I push it up and open and nearly puke all over my cousin. Moshe is pinned in the backseat, his right leg at an unnatural angle and split open. He’s unconscious. And I’m momentarily glad for small favors.

“HELP! HELP THE AVINU!” I’m screaming, knowing I can’t get him out by myself. Something touches my back, and I slip backward off the vehicle. I stare up in shock at Yak as he cradles me in his arms. I start laughing, rather hysterically, and he puts me down on the ground away from the vehicle and debris.

I watch in stunned silence as our men start pouring in. They right the SUV and are successful in getting Moshe out. He’s whisked off somewhere, then Yak is back in front of me, kneeling on the ground. His mouth is moving but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I bat at his hand when he pinches my nose shut, but he’s hella strong. He mimics blowing out through my nose and I get the idea. Something pops in my eardrums and though the ringing is still there, other sounds start filtering in.

“Ernie.” I stare up at him and wait. “More ambulances are on the way. We had to prioritize injuries, but you’ll be taken to the hospital soon.”

“I’m fine.” I push to stand up, but Yak’s hand on my shoulders keeps me planted on the ground. “Where’s Bailey? BAILEY!”

“Calm down. ERNIE! CHILL THE FUCK OUT!” Yak yells in my face. “Bailey is alive, but she’s injured. Everyone is…injured. She’s going to the hospital too, just not yet.”

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