Free The Stocking Was Hung by Tara Sivec

sorry,” I apologize, my hand still rubbing Sam’s back until he finally stops rocking and slowly gets up from his knees with a groan. “What can I do? What do you need?”
    My brother just shot him in the balls. If he didn’t want to leave before, he sure as hell will now. He made it through a year-and-a-half tour of duty without getting shot and on his very first family outing with me, he takes one to the nuts. Nuts that I haven’t even had the pleasure of touching yet, dammit.
    Fuck being heartbroken, jobless, and homeless. I don’t even care about that shit anymore. Everything will suck even worse if Sam decides he’s had enough and leaves.
    Sam removes his hands from cradling his dick and slowly turns to face me while I brace myself for him to announce this charade is over and he’s done.
    “I’ll forget this ever happened if you dress up like a nurse and kiss my pain away,” he tells me softly, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a smirk.
    I smack him in the arm and turn in a huff to walk toward the front door. I can’t believe I just got all worked up and sad thinking that he was going to leave.
    His footsteps smack against the hardwood floor, and before I can make it to the door, his arms wrap around me from behind as he pulls me back against his chest. Right away I feel something hard poking into my ass and turn my head to look over my shoulder at him.
    “Sorry, I was thinking about you in a naughty nurse outfit and he just popped up out of nowhere.” Sam shrugs, tightening his arms around me. “At least we know it’s not broken, so there’s that.”
    All I can think about as he holds me close with his non-broken penis poking into my ass is that if Logan were here right now, an ambulance would be on its way and he’d probably have his lawyer on the line threatening to sue my brother for his ball injury.
    “Come on, my special patient. Let’s get you home and put some frozen peas on your junk,” I snicker, stepping out of his embrace and grabbing his hand to pull him out onto the front porch and back toward the van where my family waits. My family who, no matter what they do, can’t seem to scare Sam off, which puts me right on the precarious edge of falling for the guy…and that just can’t happen.

Chapter 8
    Sam

    “W ould you rather drink nothing but spoiled eggnog for a year or eat moldy Christmas cookies?” Nicholas asks me.
    “MOLDY COOKIES! MOLDY COOKIES!” I quickly shout, glancing at Noel’s dad just to make sure he didn’t sneak the BB gun home from that house and is pointing it at my face, ready to shoot if I answer incorrectly.
    After the tour, we all came back to her parents’ place and settled into the living room to watch the movie about the house we toured. I complained to Noel about how the entire thing is nothing but whining, screaming, crying kids and it was making my ears bleed, but to be honest, it was kind of funny. Watching her and her brother recite all of the lines back and forth through the movie made my chest ache with the realization of just how lucky Noel was to have grown up with something like this. With people like these. Sure, they’re insane and inappropriate, but they clearly love each other. They actually like spending time together, and all I can do is watch them together and wish I had even a tiny bit of this life growing up.
    During the movie, Noel’s mom kept us stuffed full of homemade Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows and kept replacing the bag of frozen vegetables on my lap whenever one would lose its chill. So far, I’ve been through two bags of peas and three bags of corn. I don’t want to tell her my balls are no longer in pain because she seems so damn happy each time she rushes back from the kitchen with a new frozen bag. It’s so…motherly. Something that is completely strange to me, yet I’m enjoying every minute of it. Have I ever had someone take care of me like this in my entire life? Not only am I