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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