Five
CHASE
I’m drugged-out after blowing my load in Angel’s pussy. After claiming her. And being hopeful that I got my sister pregnant.
Then some fucking asshole is yelling that he’s coming to our rescue.
I’ve never been so angry. I slide my cock out of her warmth.
Grabbing the wipes, I tear one from the container, set it gently between Angel’s legs, and say, “I’d take more time, but—”
“Fuuuuuck.” Duke groans, and we all turn his direction. The baby wipe is useless against the streams of cum blowing out of him. We all jump out of the way.
I kick the floor towel toward his mess while shoving my cock into my pants.
The doors creak and budge.
“Hurry,” I grit out to Duke while making sure Angel looks as innocent as ever. I grab the soiled wipe from her hands.
Duke grunts again and another stream rips out of him. Jett’s in the corner cracking up.
The doors inch open and a sliver of daylight streams into the elevator. Not enough to see anything, but if it opens any more, everyone’s going to realize they’re staring at Duke’s ass.
Another inch.
What to do? It’s not like we can move him.
Jett grabs a mostly full water bottle and shoves it into Duke’s free hand. “Say you had to take a piss.”
Then he turns to us. “Face the wall.”
We all turn.
The grinding of the elevator doors being pulled wide and a woman’s shriek don’t bode well. I grab Angel’s hand and whisper, “I’ll carry you through this, and everything else. I love you.”
“Whew! Bad timing for a piss,” Duke says loudly.
Hearing his pants pull into place, and the zipper, we all turn. Oh no! What’s gotten into him? He’s extending the bottle through the gap to the floor below us. “Can someone throw this out?”
The concierge lady has her hand over her mouth.
When no one reaches for the bottle, which looks entirely like it contains water, not piss, Duke shrugs it off. He sits and maneuvers himself out of the elevator, then extends a hand to help Angel.
I shove the floor towel into Angel’s duffel and drag it out after myself. It only takes a minute for all of us to unload.
Jett has the situation under control. “So, how long before this thing is fixed and we can get to our mom’s party?”
The man whose voice I recognize as the maintenance guy says, “You’ll have to use the stairs.”
Angel laughs. “Stairs it is. I don’t do elevators.”
“But you do your stepbrothers,” I mumble quietly.
Concierge lady springs into action when Angel takes a step. “Wait, ma’am. You can’t go barefoot. That’s a health code violation.”
“Right, you don’t know what’s been on these floors.” Angel winks at me.
Damn her. I wasn’t ready for that. A laugh rolls out of me, followed promptly by both of my brothers laughing. Angel falls in with us.
Concierge lady remains unimpressed.
Angel unzips her bag. “Don’t worry. I brought flip-flops.”
I scoop Angel into my arms before she can find them. “She won’t need them because I’ll be carrying her.”