"He is coming round, he's waking up!"
It was Jennifer, Harry's mother. The other voices got louder as they too moved closer to Harry. Slowly, his vision was coming back into focus, and he found himself in a very plain white room and lying on a rather basic but comfortable bed. Harry was mystified. Where was he?
Slowly, it was explained to Harry that he had been found collapsed in a corridor of the Fort with a big gash to his head. Initially, it was thought that Harry had been attacked, but when it became apparent that nothing had been taken, they were not really sure what had caused it. Harry was able to tell them that the last thing he remembered was tripping over while looking at the wall paintings and thought he must have hit his head on the way down or on landing.
The Doctor then explained that they were concerned that Harry might have a severe concussion and recommended that he should stay in hospital overnight. Harry's parents were against this, and were able to persuade the Doctor that they would keep a very close eye on Harry over the next couple of days, and if there was any problem they would get him back to hospital as soon as possible. Much to Harry's relief as well, the Doctor reluctantly agreed, and the family made their way back to the hotel.
As they walked into the hotel lobby, they were met by the Jamieson family about to go to dinner in the hotel restaurant. Seeing Harry with his head bandaged up, they too were all concerned about his welfare and wanted to know what had happened.
Information relayed, the Benedict's went up to their rooms, agreeing to meet up in the parents' bedroom they would have a quiet evening in with room service. At about half past nine Harry's father decided he would explain how he thought the rest of the night should go. Following on from the Doctors instructions, Matt indicated that Charlotte, Jennifer and himself would take turns to sit with Harry in his room while he slept.
This did not go down too well with Charlotte who had been hoping to sneak out to the club in the hotel and see what she might find. Not that she was willing to protest too much, as she knew that idea was even more likely to be shot down by their parents. So, it was all decided, Charlotte would have the first shift from 10:00 pm to 1:00 am, followed by Jennifer from 1:00 am to 4:00 am then Matt from 4:00 am to 8:00, or whenever Harry decided to surface.
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Charlotte was a bit happier with this plan, as it meant she could still get a decent night's kip and also could lie in if she wanted.
So, Harry was packed off to get himself ready for bed while Charlotte went to pick up her Kindle as she would need something to keep her awake for the next three hours at least, although joking she did suggest that Harry's snoring might keep her awake anyway.
Having brushed his teeth, Harry then swallowed down the pain killers that the hospital had provided. Harry felt like a little kid again, being fussed over by his mother who was now some five inches smaller than him. She plumped up his cushions so that Harry was in a propped-up position, at the hospital's insistence, rather than lying flat on his back or side. Again, Charlotte teased him about getting tucked up in bed, and 'did he want his teddy bear', to which Harry threw her a withering look.
Soon they were all organised, and as Jennifer left the room, Charlotte went and sat over near the window where there was a small desk with a reading light so that she could read her Kindle. She and Harry chatted away for the first fifteen minutes or so, had they enjoyed the holiday?, what did they like best?, what university was like? Etc. But very quickly Charlotte could see, and detect in his speech, as Harry became drowsy and began to nod off.
Charlotte watched her brother, propped up in bed with his bed sheet drawn up just above his waist, his breathing became deeper and slowed as he settled into his slumbers. In the pale light from her reading lamp, she could make out his well-developed chest, he had grown up in the last couple of years that she had been at university. If he wasn't her brother, she thought she could find him quite attractive.
Settling down with her book, Harry was soon forgotten, his breathing was settled, and at least he wasn't snoring. Every few minutes Charlotte would cast her eye over, but nothing was changing. 'What a waste of time' she thought to herself, 'I could have been in the club having a few drinks!'
Suddenly, a noise brought Charlotte's attention more into focus. Harry was mumbling something, he was obviously dreaming, but it was indecipherable from where she sat. Charlotte thought about how embarrassing it could be if she could spill the beans on Harry's sleep-talking at breakfast the next morning. Putting down her Kindle, she slowly got up so as not to disturb him, and made her way across to his bed.
As she reached the side of the bed, Harry let out a loud groan, the type of groan that Charlotte recognised, it was most definitely of a sexual nature. 'Was Harry having a sexy dream?' thought Charlotte. This would certainly give her ammunition for breakfast tomorrow.
Suddenly, Harry spoke again, this time it was much clearer, and it took all Charlotte's effort to stop herself from gasping out!
"Ohhh yessss Pooja, suck my cock!" hissed Harry.
"Please, lick my balls, Pia" continued Harry.
Charlotte was agog, she never thought her little brother would be that interested in girls, she thought he was just a geek.
Harry kept on moaning and urging the twins to suck and lick his cock and balls, getting more and more agitated as his dream obviously continued. A warm glow began to spread over Charlotte's cheeks as she listened intently to her brother's mumblings. She began to feel like a bit of a voyeur, listening in as other people had sex beside her.
Charlotte had been focusing on Harry's voice, watching his face and its expressions as he became more excited. As she went to sit down on the edge of the bed another movement caught her eye.
