Man of the House - The Man of the House – Chapter 142

“Mmm! Mmm!” As I kissed mom, I felt her trying to pull away.

Although I was strong for a man, I knew my mom was stronger, especially in my current weakened state. She could have quickly broken away, but she was trying to move in a manner that wouldn’t hurt me. I let go of her and she pulled away instantly with a gasp. Her cheeks were red and she covered her mouth.

“Noah! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Hmm?” I raised an eyebrow. “Giving my mom a kiss?”

“That’s right! I’m your mother. That isn’t an appropriate way to kiss your mom!” As she spoke, her eyes shifted to the doorway.

My mouth opened for a second, but then I gave a small nod. Mom was never that secretive about her perverted nature, but she still had some decorum to remain. As far as anyone was concerned, we were biologically related. If I went around making out with her in public, it could probably get her in a lot of trouble. If I kissed a sister, it would lead to questions, but if I kissed my mom romantically, it could get her thrown in jail.

On top of that, we were in a hospital and professionals there would probably have to report something like this. Considering I had just woken up, I didn’t need CPS being called on my family. Knowing my sisters, they’d probably say something stupid and get us split up. How could I live without getting fondled by my sisters daily? It was strange how much my attitude toward them had changed.

“I’m sorry, mom.” I lowered my head sheepishly.

Mom straightened her blouse and sighed. “It’s okay. You’ve been in a coma for some time. The doctor said that when you woke up, you may be confused. You may not recognize us, and your behavior might be off for a few days. I’m just glad you know who I am.”

I blinked. “A coma?”

Mom frowned. “They didn’t tell you? You’ve been in a coma since the accident. You do remember the accident, right?”

“How can I forget?” I made a face. “That car hurt.”

Her shoulders relaxed and she nodded. “You’ve been in a coma ever since. I started worrying that you would never wake up.”

“Never wake up?” I looked at her nervously. “How long was I out?”

“Five months.”

“Five months!” I sat up again, but the weakness and dizziness overtook me.

Mom put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “It’s okay, honey. You don’t need to worry about any of that. You just need to worry about getting better.”

“So… it’s summer now?” I asked, trying to get my head on straight.

“No, it’s spring. Hmm… if you recover quickly enough, you might even be able to make it to prom.”

“Spring… prom…” I grabbed my head, feeling like none of this was making a whole lot of sense.

Prom was only a month away and it was spring when I got hit. If I got hit and lost five months, then it should have been summer again. I would have missed all of my schooling.

“Ma’am?” There was a light knock on the door before anything else could be discussed.

A nurse was standing there, not the same one I had played with before. She had a folder in her hand.

“The doctor will be in to see him in a bit. Can you please sign some documents?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.” Mom nodded, giving me one last look before walking out into the hallway.

A few minutes later, a man walked in wearing a lab coat. I felt a bit uncomfortable seeing that my doctor was a man, but then I wondered if that was sexism. It was just that I preferred the directness of women, and men could be a bit passive-aggressive. I didn’t need him taking concealed digs at me.

That’s what I had thought, but all he did was take my vitals, asking a few pointed questions about how I was feeling. He asked if I was dizzy, hungry, or in pain. He asked what my weaknesses felt like and where they were strongest. He wrote down everything with a strait professionalism that I appreciated. That was until he was using his stethoscope to check out my breathing.

“Take in a breath.” He declared, “And again…”

As he spoke, his eyes wandered to the doorway. We could see the nurse’s station straight from my room. It made what I had done with that nurse earlier even more scandalous. It was pure luck that we weren’t caught. At least, I understood why my mother was being careful.

“That mother of yours, I noticed she’s not wearing a ring.” He declared.

I frowned. “My dad’s not in the picture.”

That was an understatement of the year. My dad was a whore who had tried to run me over with a car. I wondered if he had that kind of information in his charts.

“I see… I see…” He nodded. “You know, she’s a very beautiful woman.”

What was with guys lately making moves on my women? I considered telling him something bad about her, such as she had herpes or something, but that wouldn’t be fair to my mother.

“Are you done?” I asked sharply.

He had been looking at my mom and hadn’t asked me to do anything with my breaths for a solid thirty seconds. He jerked, and then let out a laugh.

“Ah… yes, yes… you’re doing fine, for a man who ended up in a coma, at least. A young strong boy like you should be able to get out of here by tomorrow. We’ll keep you one day for observation, and that will be it.”

“Thank you, doctor,” I responded.

He seemed to be feeling the growing hostility I was giving him, and quickly stood up and announced his departure. A few moments later, I was alone in my room again. Just as I was thinking about turning on the television or something else, the door burst open and another familiar face came in. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Mackenzie.”

She gave me a sharp look, and then let out a breath of relief. “Mom just called and said you had woken up. I rushed over here.”

“Ah… you missed me that much?” I teased.

“Who’d miss you?” She responded darkly. “Mom has been extremely stressed since the accident. I’ve had to support her and keep the family together.”

My expression turned stuff. “I had heard it was a while. Five months… I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks turned slightly pink and she didn’t meet my eyes. “It’s not your fault. The driver should have been paying better attention to the road.”

“Paying attention?” I let out a bark of laughter. “I was deliberately run over!”

She gave me a side look. “Noah, you shouldn’t act that way. They’re very guilty about it. They’ve come here three times to see how you were doing and were in tears every time.”

I couldn’t believe what Mackenzie was saying. “You’re not believing those tears, are you? He’s a bastard! I can’t believe he’s not in jail!”

“He?” Mackenzie shot me a confused look, and then walked over to the side of the bed and put her hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling okay? Are you hot?”

I grinned, not able to help it when I saw my sister near me. I took a quick look out the door. The nurse’s station was empty and even my mom had gone somewhere else. I eagerly reached out and grabbed Mackenzie’s side. She let out a yelp, standing up and looking down at me in confusion.

“What are you doing?” She demanded.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, smiling.

“Miss…” She looked at me dumbly.

I wasn’t sure why she was playing cute, but I didn’t mind the game. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, and I felt her body shake slightly.

“I love you, and I missed you.”

Her cheeks turned red, and her eyes dropped. “You must have hit your head harder than I thought.”

“I’m being serious.” I declared. “I don’t think I can live without you. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, and you’re cute.”

Her eyes widened, nearly popping out of her sockets. “N-noah… wh-wh-what are you saying?”

“You may be my dense sister, but you can’t be that dense.” I laughed. “Let me make it clear for you.”

I pulled her down to me, and then kissed her lips. She was completely stiff for a moment as I kissed her, but slowly her eyes closed and her mouth grew slack. My tongue went into her mouth, and I started to kiss her more aggressively. She started letting out cute little moans, as she leaned helplessly into my chest. This was more like what I was expecting. I was a bit surprised she didn’t jump on top of me and start riding my cock. Well, that might be a bit much with the door opened, but I couldn’t help myself when it came to Mackenzie.

My relationship with her was a bit different than with my other sisters. We weren’t related by blood, and Mackenzie had been in love with me even before the switch, or at least that’s what I had come to believe. I loved Mackenzie too. It was a sharper, more tangible love than what I felt for my mom or my other sisters. It was closer to the love I had for Samantha. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, one way or another.

It had taken my time being pulled away from my family, the month while I was trapped in sex trafficking, to realize just how truly strong those feelings were. Now that I had a moment to express them, they all came flooding forth at once. My hands reached toward the best places, one grabbing her breast, while the other grabbed her butt. She let out a cry into my mouth, her eyes popping open. She then pulled away so abruptly that I couldn’t help but let her go.

She stared down at me with a surprised face that was solid red. Slowly, her expression turned from confusion to fury. A second later, a slap struck my face. My head went sideways, and the world started to spin around me. She had hit me hard enough that I was dazed.

“Mackenzie! What do you think you’re doing?” I heard another voice that sounded familiar.

“L-london?” I blinked, noticing that not just London, but the rest of my sisters were there.

“H-he… he touched my butt!” Mackenzie cried out, pointing her finger at me accusingly.

“What?” London asked incredulously.

“Ah! I’m sorry about that.” I heard mom say. “I meant to warn you all before you came in.”

The girls all turned to mom, who ran back into the room from the hallway, breathing a bit heavily as she gave everyone an apologetic look.

“Warn us?” Dawn asked. “About what?”

“Noah just woke up. He’s still a little confused. He got a bit… grabby with me too.” Mom explained. “it’s just the coma scrambled his brain up.”

Mackenzie shot a look at me, her cheeks still red, and then back to mom. “Really? Is that it?”

“Yeah, just… um, watch your body around him.” Mom tried to laugh it off, scratching the back of her neck.

All of the girls gave me various levels of disgusted looks. They were the kinds of looks I hadn’t seen on their faces in ages.

“I knew it, Brother is a complete creep.” Kelsey made face.

“He’ll even touch his sisters. Gross.” Kristy nodded.

“It’s probably not something intentional. Comas regularly mess with people’s brains. He probably didn’t even realize he did it.” London explained, prompting the other girls to stare at her. “What?”

“You’re a waitress… why are you acting like you know anything?” Dawn asked.

London’s face flushed. “I… I used to want to be a doctor once. I watch a lot of medical documentaries!”

“That doesn’t make you a doctor.” Dawn shook her head.

“I never said it did!” London shot back, the two of them starting to bicker.

“I see… so it’s just that.” Mackenzie seemed to relax, but there was a strangely disappointed look on her face that the other girls didn’t notice because they were too busy arguing with each other.

However, I didn’t notice much either, because I had finally managed to connect the dots. It was the statement about London being a waitress that hit me the hardest. Everything else strange could have been excused away or written off as a quirk. However, one of the biggest differences caused by the role reversal had been London. The London I was most familiar with was a doctor. She married a bimbo who latched onto her because she was a doctor. He claimed he supported her as she became a doctor, and that was why London had been guilty enough to hold on to him for many years until I could inevitably break them apart.

 In my original world though, that bimbo had the aspiration to make it big with his band, and my sister had forgone her college education to support him as he worked to make it big, something that never ended up happening. In other words, I was back in my original world!