Edward
Carlisle and his brother George shared a flat in Jubilee Court, in Sharpington,
they were twins, though not identical.
George was
tall and blonde while Edward was shorter and darker.
In fact the
only things they had in common were blue eyes and a surname.
In every
other way they differed and the best way to sum them up would be to say that
Edward had a heart and a brain whereas George possessed neither.
On Boxing Day
they were invited to their Parents house in Brocklington for the day so they
set off from the flat just after breakfast and stopped briefly by the pier to
pick up George’s girlfriend Emily Clive, and as they pulled up to the curb side
Edward had mixed feelings about taking her with them.
Emily wore
her unruly red hair tied in a kind of loose arrangement on top of her head
which gave the impression that she was taller than she actually was which she
liked because she was only 4 foot 11.
Her mode of
dress could best be described as interesting and there was nothing that could
be in any way considered to be subdued in her apparel.
Emily generally
went for the Tomboy look which she managed to pull off very well.
On St
Stephens Day she wore a white sweater beneath a garishly bright multi-coloured
striped coat, Yellow skinny trousers and Red converse shoes and she was
dripping with jewellery, she loved jewellery, and Edward loved her.
Which was
the reason for his mixed feelings.
Emily had lovely
laughing green eyes which narrowed when she smiled, which was often, and her
smile illuminated her face and that morning was no exception.
There was a
house full at the Carlisle’s and they had a great day at their mums but due to
a mix up between him and George as to who the designated driver was, they both
got pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused
a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to their mother’s
insistence that George and Emily sleep in separate rooms.
Not just
because there mother was a good Christian woman but for the simple reason that she
didn’t think George could be relied upon not to disgrace himself and ravish
Emily under her roof.
Then she
proceeded to question Edwards’s manhood by saying that she would trust him to
behave if she was his girlfriend.
Little did
she know that he would have ravished Emily at the drop of a hat if she’d let
him.
The result
of the reshuffle meant that Emily shared the spare room with Cousin Lily while Edward
was forced to endure his brother’s constant snoring and farting as they each
slept on a sofa in the lounge.
Edward
found it difficult to drop off, partly because of George and his horrendous
snoring but also because his head was full of images of George’s girlfriend.
After
tossing and turning for about an hour his attempts to drop off were further frustrated
by an acute need to pee so he got up and tiptoed his way upstairs to the loo
and relieved himself.
Edward was
yawning as he left the bathroom and stepped back onto the landing not really
paying attention to what he was doing and he subsequently bumped into Emily
coming the other way, who pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet
sensual kiss on his lips.
“We
shouldn’t be doing this” he said coming up for air
“Why? You
were enjoying it” Emily said and kissed him anew
“That’s not
the point” he protested
“So you
admit you were enjoying it” she said “so let’s do it again”
“We
mustn’t” he insisted and opened some distance between them
“But it’s
really nice” Emily said wistfully
“I know but
we can’t be doing it anymore” he said indignantly
“I know you
like me” she continued as she sat on the side of the bath
“I’ve seen
you looking at me when you think no one’s looking”
“Ah” he
exclaimed and sat on the loo.
Emily had
been going out with George for about three months and Edward fell in love with
her the instant he brought her home.
But the
thought never crossed his mind to do anything about it, he had a strong moral
compass and you didn’t do things like that, it wasn’t cricket, even if his
brother didn’t deserve her.
So he just
worshipped her from afar.
“I’m sorry”
he said
“Why are
you sorry?” she asked
“For being
too weak” he replied “I had no right to fall for you”
“I don’t
think you’re weak” Emily said “Far from it, a weak person wouldn’t have stopped
me kissing them”
“Maybe” he
conceded
“Your
brother wouldn’t have stopped” Emily added
“I’m not my
brother” he pointed out
“I realize
that only too well” she said and stood up
“I’d better
go, but this is for Christmas” she
said and kissed him gently
“Merry
Christmas”
He went back downstairs and tried to sleep but he found it
even more difficult after his encounter with Emily than he did before.
“This is a real Christmas surprise” he thought as he lay wide
awake with only his brothers snoring for company.
When George rolled over onto his side he let out a ripping
fart which was followed a minute or so later by a cloud of noxious gas which
drifted over him and was so foul he decided to leave the room and take
sanctuary in the kitchen.
He walked out into the hall and turned towards the kitchen
and just as he reached the kitchen door a voice from behind said
“Hello
again”
He turned
around to see Emily sitting on the stairs.
“Hi Emily”
he said “Are you stalking me?”
“Would you
mind?” she asked
“No
comment, do you want a drink?” he said and went into the kitchen and Emily
followed on behind.
He made the
drinks and sat down at the table opposite her.
“So you
can’t sleep either then” he said
“I’m afraid
not”
“Something
on your mind” he asked
“Something”
she agreed but didn’t elaborate so he didn’t pursue it any further.
But after
five minutes she asked
“Would you
ask me out if I wasn’t spoken for?” Emily asked
“If you
weren’t going out with George I would ask you in a heartbeat”
He replied
“Why?”
Emily added
“Why would
I ask you out?” he said
“Where do I
start? Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh but most of all your heart”
Emily gave
him a dazzling smile when he had finished his catalogue and said
“I’ve
broken up with him”
“What?” he
asked
“We broke
up” she replied
“When?”
“Last week”
“But why?”
“Well
partly because he was shagging my friend Rosie” she replied “or my ex best
friend Rosie I should say”
“Was he?”
he asked in disbelief
“You didn’t
know then?”
“No I
didn’t, honestly” he said “he wouldn’t tell me something like that because he knows
I’d disapprove”
“No, that’s
because you are a better human being” she said proudly
“I don’t
know about that” Edward said “What was the rest of the reason?”
“What?”
“You said
George and Rosie was only part of the reason”
“Oh yes I
see” she said “well mostly I broke up with him because he wasn’t you”
Edward
couldn’t believe his ears, did those words really come out of her mouth, it
wasn’t possible that she was really attracted to him.
“So if you
broke up with him last week why did you still come today?” he asked
“Because
you’re here” she replied and walked around the table and sat on his lap and
kissed him.
It was a
long and lingering kiss and when it was over he enjoyed it so much he was
feeling guilty.
“Does
George know?”
“Yes” she
said eager to resume
“So why
didn’t he say something?” he asked “He’s crap at keeping secrets”
“Because I
told him I’d cut his balls off if he did, especially if it spoiled my chances”
she replied and kissed him again before he could speak anymore.
The
prolonged kiss showed no sign of abating until a voice said
“What’s
going on in here then?”
It was
Cousin Lily who Emily was sharing the spare room with.
“She’s just
wishing me a Happy Christmas?” Edward said
“Result”
Lily remarked
She poured
herself a glass of water and said
“I’ll leave
you two alone”
“Good
because I want to wish him a Happy New Year now” Emily replied
“I think
that’s guaranteed” Edward said
They left his
mums shortly after breakfast and had a clear run back to Sharpington.
Edward was
driving and Emily rode shotgun while a rather fragile Feeling George lay
snoring and farting on the back seat.
It was a
very quiet and uneventful journey home with both of them lost in their own
thoughts.
When they
got back to Sharpington they had a quiet dozy day of television and slobbery at
Emily’s parent’s bungalow on the sea front.
They were
invited back to Brocklington for a New Year’s Eve party at his mum’s house but
they decided on a different way to see the New Year in and retired early and
made gentle tender love from one year to the next.
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