Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
M ax
It's been two nights since I last spoke to Lila. She hasn't even responded to any of my text messages. I have no idea what I said or did to upset her, but I can barely focus during the day, wondering what she's doing.
"Hey, Max," Marie says as she hands me a slice of pizza.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you so much for everything you've done this week, booking all those doctor's appointments, going with me to them, helping me to break the news to Dad and my mom. I really appreciate it."
"I know. You've really got yourself into a bad position here, Marie, but like I told you, you're my sister and I love you."
"I know, and I know that Dad is mad at me, and probably you too now. I just want to say thank you. I know he wants me to give the baby up for adoption."
"And you're sure you don't want to do that?" I ask her. "I'm fully supportive of whatever decision you make."
"I want the baby. I know I'm young and I know it's not really the best option to be a single mom, but I have so much love to give and..."
"I know," I say. "So we'll figure it out. I just…I'm going to have to go back to work next week."
"I know. And we're going to go shopping for baby stuff tomorrow, right?"
"No, I have a bachelor party tomorrow to go to and I'll be hanging out with some friends. But maybe on Sunday?"
"Okay," she says. "Fine. I can figure some stuff out to do."
"Good," I say. "And we're going to see if we can't get you into a university here in The City. I've already spoken to a couple of friends who have kids and they’ve put me in contact with several different nanny agencies. So when the time comes, we'll have help."
"You really don't have to do that, Max. And you really don't have to buy me an apartment in this building. I really?—"
"Marie." I give her a look. "I love you, but we're both going to need our independence. But you are my little sister, so I'm going to have you close."
"But next door?"
"Let's just say they liked the offer that I made."
"You really are the best big brother."
"Well, I'm glad you think so. Now, if you don't mind, I need to make a call."
"Of course," she says. "Thanks again."
"You're welcome." I grab my phone and decide to call Lila instead of texting her. The phone rings but goes to voicemail and I let out a deep sigh. I decide to try again. She answers this time.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"What's with the attitude, Lila?"
"Nothing. What's going on? Is this business related? Do you need me to get you a bagel and coffee? What do you want from me, Max?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing and possibly have a nice conversation with you and?—"
"And what? You want phone sex? Is that it? You want me to come over or you want to come over to my place? You want to stick your cock in me again all night? What is it, Max?"
"Whoa, where is this coming from?"
"I'm just saying that I'm just not another warm hole for you to fill up."
"I never thought that you were. And I apologize if you did not enjoy the cock warming. I'm sorry. You could've let me know at any time."
"That's not it. I just wish you had told me about Marie."
"What?" I blink in surprise. How does she know about my sister?
"I said I wish you would've told me that Marie was pregnant."
"I don't know that I knew that Marie was pregnant when we made love."
"Oh, so then is that your excuse for it being okay and still calling me?"
"What are you talking about Lila? My excuse for what?"
"For being a two-timing, low down son of a bitch," she says. "How can you call me when your girlfriend is pregnant with your baby?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Marie. She's pregnant, right?"
"Yes, and I don't know how you know that but—" There's a knock on my door and I sigh. "Yeah?"
"Hey, can I order some Greek food?"
"Not right now, Marie. I'm on the phone."
"Oh my gosh. She's there right now?"
"Yeah, she's here right now. She's staying with me," I say.
"So she's staying with you and you thought it was a good idea to call me. What, she can't have sex now that she's pregnant?"
"Are you disgusting? I would never sleep with my sister. Lila, are you out of your mind?"
"Your sister?" She sounds shocked.
"Yes. Marie is my sister. What were you thinking?"
"Oh shit," she says. "This is awkward."
"Lila, please tell me what's going on."
"So, I heard Marie in the background the other day, and then I found out that she's pregnant and you haven't been at work and you kind of went all quiet and I just thought that maybe your life got complicated and maybe your ex got pregnant."
"You thought that Marie was my ex-girlfriend?" I don't know whether to be amused or angry. "You thought I got my ex-girlfriend pregnant and I decided to step up to the plate and take care of the baby, but still have you as a side piece? Really? And you thought I'd be calling you while she's here in my home?"
"I mean, we don't know each other that well, but…"
"No, we don't, but I thought you would sense that I'm not the sort of guy to do something like that. You're the one that told me you had this great read on people."
"And I guess my initial read was more accurate than my latest one. I'm so sorry, Max. Oh my gosh. Please forgive me. I feel like a fool."
"Is that why you've been so cold and standoffish?"
"Yes."
"So it's not because you regret me coming over and us making love and everything moving so quickly?"
"No. I thought you regretted it."
"I don't regret a second of it. Do you want to go out tomorrow? I had plans, but I can blow them off. I?—"
"I can't. I already have plans. I'm sorry."
"With a guy?"
"No, no. Not at all. Just with some friends. And, well, if I could blow it off, I would, but my friend's counting on me and I can't. You know?"
"What about afterwards?"
"I don't really know how long the plans are going to last or where it's going to be. And, well, I'm sorry, Max. But maybe Sunday?"
"I can't on Sunday. I'm taking my sister to go look for baby toys and clothes, even though I think it's way too soon. But I want to show her that I'm supportive."
"How old is your sister? Can I ask?"
"She's eighteen." I sigh. "Way too young to be a mom, but she wants to keep the baby and I respect that. I'll be the best uncle there is."
"Wow. You're so kind and loving. And is that why you haven't been in the office this week?"
"Exactly. I've been taking her to doctor's appointments and we went to get her New York driver's license."
"Her New York driver's license? I thought she was just visiting you."
"Well, it turns out that she's moving to New York now, and that is definitely going to complicate my life a little bit."
"Yeah, you can say that again."
"But I hope it's not going to complicate what we have going between us…" I say as I walk over to my door, close it, and lock it. I get back onto my bed and pull my shirt and jeans off. I lean back against the headboard. "Can we FaceTime?"
"I guess so," she says. "But why?"
"Because you owe me, don't you think?"
"I mean, maybe a little bit. How can I make it up to you, Mr. Spector?"
"Show me your boobs," I say, and she bursts out laughing.
"You're such a guy."
"I am, and I won't dispute it." I press the button to FaceTime her, and she answers almost immediately. I'm happy to see that she's sitting on her mattress wearing a tight tank top. It appears that she doesn't have a bra on. "Take it off," I say.
"Excuse me, Max. You may be my boss, but you cannot tell me to just take off my top."
"I can't?" I ask, laughing. "But mine is off."
"That's like me saying, 'Pull down your boxers and show me your cock.'"
"Fine," I say, pulling them off and pointing the phone down. She squeals and bursts out laughing.
"Max, you can't do that!"
"Why not? I’ll do whatever you ask. Like, if you asked me to play with myself, I would."
"So we're really going to do this?" she says.
"I mean, I've been missing you like a motherfucker. So if you're down, I am."
"You really want to have phone sex?"
"No. What I really want is to fuck you hard and fast and have you screaming my name like you did when I was at your apartment. But unfortunately, that's not a possibility right now."
"I guess," she says, biting down on her lower lip. "So show me again."
"What do you want to see?" I say.
"I want to see your face and your chest and your cock."
"I'll show you my cock again if you show me those breasts," I say.
"Fine." She pulls up her top and holds the camera above her.
I stare at her juicy, luscious breasts. "Fuck, I want to suck on those nipples so badly right now," I say. "Play with them for me."
"What?" She giggles nervously.
"Touch them. Pretend they're my fingers."
"Max, I don't know. I've never done anything like this before."
"Close your eyes and just listen to me. Do as I say."
"Um…"
"Just do it, Lila."
"Fine. I guess you are my boss."
"Exactly." I grin as I settle back into the bed. "Run your fingers down your chest, slowly."
"Okay," she whispers.
"Now, move your right thumb against your nipple and flick it gently. Imagine it's my thumb. Now, use your index finger and pinch slowly. Imagine it's my fingers. If I was there right now, I'd lower my mouth onto your nipple and my teeth would sink into your areola and I'd tug and pull and suck."
"Oh, yeah?" she whispers. "And then what would you do?"
"And then I'd run my tongue all the way down your stomach and I'd pull your panties off with my teeth, and you'd moan." She moans loudly then, and I grunt. "Yeah, just like that. And then I'd flick the tip of my tongue against your clit one, two, three, four times until you were wet for me. Put your fingers on your clit. Tell me, how wet are you?"
"As wet as Niagara Falls," she says, moaning.
"Slide your fingers back and forth."
"Only if you slide your fingers up and down your hard cock," she says. "Imagine they're my fingers. Imagine I'm there next to you and I'm lowering my mouth and swallowing you whole. I'm bobbing my head one, two, three."
"And then I'll twist you around," I say, getting into it. "And I'd put your butt on my face and suck your asshole and lick it clean. Then I'd switch to your clit and fuck you with my tongue as you go down on my cock."
"And I'd bounce on your face," she says. "In time with your cock sliding down my throat."
"And I'd thrust into your mouth," I say. "Fuck." My hands move up and down and I can feel myself close to coming. "Are you as turned on as I am?"
"Yes," she says. "Don't stop."
"Oh baby, I'll never stop. And then I'll pull you down and I'll center you right over my cock, and I'll bounce you and thrust into you hard and fast, just like you like it. And your breasts will bounce against my chest and then against my face, and then…"
"Oh yes," she screams. "Yes, yes."
"Fuck, yes. Say my name, Lila. Say my name."
"Please, Max. Oh, please. Fuck me hard. Fuck me good."
"Anytime you want it, baby." And then I feel myself coming hard and fast. "Fuck, yes. Fuck." I groan as I lean back and spurt all over my sheet. "Wow," I say a couple of seconds later. "Let me see your face." She points the camera at her face. Her lips are parted and her face is flushed red.
"That was so hot," she says. "I didn't realize it could be that hot."
"Neither did I. Are you sure I can't take you out tomorrow? Are you sure I can't fuck you just like we talked about?"
"I wish, Max, but I can't."
"Fine," I say. "But I'll see you on Monday."
"Yeah? You'll be back in the office?"
"Yes. I'll be back. I'll be looking forward to seeing you."
"I'll be looking forward to seeing you as well," she says.
"Goodnight, darling."
"Night, Max."