Stepbro' Fantasies: Tapping my stepbrother in the back of an ambulance

After finishing our paramedic shift as partners in the same ambulance, we discover something about one another.

I lost the coin toss to start the night as the driver of the ambulance. My partner, Kieran, climbed into that seat and buckled up. I reached for the radio.

"KR 130, good evening."

"Good evening, KR 130," the dispatcher replied. "Ready for a good one."

I smiled. "I sure hope so. But it's Saturday night, so we're expecting a lot of drunks falling over and hurting themselves or beating each other up calls."

"Our bread and butter," Kieran chimed in.

"I'm hoping for little old ladies with minor complaints who just want company."

"Damian loves to fuss over them," Kieran said.

I laughed. "They love me." Time to be serious. "We're ready for calls, dispatch."

"Excellent. I have one for you. Category 2. Been waiting an hour. Eighty-three-year-old male has fallen in the bathroom and broken his ankle. Sounds like an open fracture."

The screen on our dashboard lit up with more details, and the map with the address.

"We're on it. Thank you, dispatch." I clipped the radio back on the dash. Kieran pulled the ambulance out of the yard and onto the street. It wasn't a lights and sirens call, so we drove silently to the address of our first casualty. Along the way, we discussed what we might find.

"I wonder if he was climbing out of the shower and slipped," Kieran said.

"He might have hit his head, too. We'll need to assess for that."

"If he didn't slip, what caused him to fall? Heart attack? Stroke? Loss of consciousness."

"Low blood sugar."

Kieran nodded. "Yeah, maybe he's diabetic."

We arrived at the address, parked, and hauled a load of gear out of the side of the ambulance. We approached the front door and let ourselves in.

"Ambulance!" Kieran shouted.

"Upstairs," a frail voice answered.

We heaved our equipment up the stairs and found the bathroom. It looked like a massacre had occurred in there. There was blood all over the floor. We crowded into the room.

An old fella in obvious pain was flat out on the floor. It distressed me that he'd been waiting for an ambulance for an hour like that. We were stretched thin. It couldn't be helped.

The poor guy was naked other than a towel over his private area. A woman who must be his wife poked her head into the doorway. She would have made the 911 call.

If she'd tacked on that her husband was having trouble breathing or had chest pains, an ambulance would have been dispatched sooner. A simple fracture, even though there was the possibility of it being life-changing, was triaged as low priority.

"Hey, I'm Kieran and this is my partner, Damien." He smiled at the man. "You'll need to excuse him. He hates blood. Not sure why he's a paramedic."

"Ha-ha. Don't listen to him."

"What's your name, young man?" Kieran asked.

I liked how Kieran comforted the casualties by trying to put them at ease with a little joking around. Set the stage that they weren't in serious trouble, even when they were.

"Henry."

"Nice to meet you, Henry," I said. "Tell us the story of how you got here."

"I was getting out of the bath. I forgot to put the bathmat down. Stepped out and went down."

"Did you hit your head on the tub edge?" Kieran asked.

"A little."

"Did you lose consciousness? Do you remember the entire fall?"

"I don't think so."

I turned to the woman at the doorway. "Hi, what's your name?"

"Beth," she answered. "I'm Henry's wife."

"Beth, was Henry alert when you found him?"

"Oh, yes. And I was here as soon as he fell. I was in the next room."

Kieran felt the back of Henry's head. "Tell me if anything hurts." He felt his way down Henry's neck. "Does any of this hurt?"

"No, it's fine."

I produced a cervical collar. You couldn't be too cautious. Old bones were brittle and easily breakable. Demonstrated by the odd angle his ankle was at and the protruding tibia bone.

Kieran fixed the collar in place. "Try not to move your head."

He put a pulse/oxygen meter on this finger and went back to feeling his way along Henry's body, looking for other injuries. I prepared the portable ECG machine while he was completing that. Kieran touched the affected foot. "Can you feel this?"

"A little."

"Can you wiggle your toes?"

Henry frowned. "No."

"That's all right. We'll reset that ankle in a second. Just have a few other things to check. Make sure you didn't fall for other reasons as well as slipping."

He attached the electrodes to his chest and legs. "Hold still for us."

Within a few seconds, I had a readout that looked fine. "Looks good."

"Can I take some blood from your finger?" I asked.

Henry nodded his head.

"Don't move your head," Kieran reminded him. "Say yes or no."

I moved closer to Kieran and bent down to reach Henry's hand. My body lit up as it always had lately when I was near Kieran. We got on so well that I would have made a move on him.

One problem.

He was my stepbrother. We'd been raised together since we were fourteen. When he'd decided to become a paramedic, it sounded like something I'd like to do as well.

After graduating and finishing our training, the ambulance service, in their attempt to give employees the feeling of family and community, had placed Kieran and me together as partners.

Spending twelve to thirteen hours together three nights a week had started presenting challenges. We'd never been particularly close as kids. Now, getting to know him so well was bringing out all sorts of feelings. Feelings of the bending him over and fucking him sort.

I pricked Henry's finger and used the blood sugar monitor. "Six point eight."

"Okay, good," Kieran said. "How is your pain level, Henry? On a scale of zero to ten. With zero being no pain and ten being the worst pain you've ever felt."

"A solid seven."

Kieran turned to me. I was already getting out the supplies to start an IV. I kneeled on Henry's good side and reached for his arm. "I'm going to put an IV into your arm so we can deliver you some pain relief. Is that all right, Henry?"

"Please … yes."

"I'm going to start with morphine." I tapped a possible vein. He had good ones for an elderly gentleman. "Okay, small scratch." I slid the needle into his vein on the inside of his elbow.

Henry released a long breath. He'd been holding it.

Once I had the canula set up, I drew up some morphine and gave him 5 mg. "The morphine is going to make you feel funny. If you start to feel sick, holler at me. I'll give you something."

"Let's take a look at this break," Kieran said.

It was nasty and would need us to reset it to re-establish blood flow.

"We need to reset your ankle, Henry," I said. "I'm going to give you some ketamine so we can do that. You won't remember the pain or us manipulating your ankle."

"Okay," Henry whispered.

I organized the bandaging supplies and drew up the ketamine while Kieran positioned himself to pull Henry's foot back in place. Once Henry was out of it, Kieran hauled on his foot until the tibia bone disappeared back to where it should be. I bandaged his foot to keep it in place.

Kieran stepped out into the hallway and retrieved a blow-up splint. After we had his leg packaged up, I went back out to the ambulance to retrieve a spinal board and put the bed just outside his front door. A few gentle rolling maneuvers, and we had Henry ready to be taken down to the ambulance. Stairs were always tricky, but we soon had him in the ambulance.

His wife followed us.

"Beth, we're taking Henry to St. Joseph Hospital," I said. "Are you going to drive there yourself, or do you want to come with us?"

"I'll come with you."

"Okay," Kieran said and held out his hand. "Watch your step getting up here."

Once he had Beth settled in a seat with a fastened seatbelt, he leapt out of the back of the ambulance and slammed the doors closed.

I returned the pulse/oxygen meter to his finger, took another ECG reading, and listened to his chest. All the readings came back without concern.

"Are you good back there?" Kieran asked from the driver's seat.

"All good."

Kieran pulled away from the curb, and I made small talk with the couple. Asking how they had met. How long they'd been together. The standard questions. I made a few jokes about my single status. How impossible I was to live with. Asked what their secret was.

When we arrived at the hospital, we took Henry inside and had to wait in a hallway for almost an hour until the emergency staff could see him. Kieran gave the handoff details to them.

We climbed back into the cab of the ambulance.

"Nice couple," I said.

"Very sweet together. Unlike you and your relationships."

I laughed. "Fuck off."

"Just sayin'." He eased away from the hospital. "You're only interested in one thing."

"And it's a good thing. There are always lots of men who want to ride my cock."

Kieran snorted as he laughed. "My luck, I like women. They're not as hungry as men."

"Your loss." I picked up the portable radio. "Hey, dispatch. KR 130 ready for another job."

"Busy at the hospital?"

"Had to wait an hour to hand him off."

"Was it a bad break?"

"His foot was practically hanging off," Kieran answered.

"Ew."

"Really nice guy," I added. "He and his wife were adorable."

"Perfect. Okay, I have another job for you. Late 20s male. Bar fight."

Kieran groaned and the sultry sound made my cock perk up. It was going to be a rough night if he kept groaning like that. I reminded myself that we were stepbrothers and Kieran was straight.

The rest of the night unfolded like that. In total, we attended eight calls. We made it back to the ambulance station with plenty of time to wash the ambulance and restock it.

We were ass to ass as we replenished what the next crew would need into the cubicles. They'd be here in about twenty minutes. Even the scent of Kieran was driving me crazy. All innocent and pure with the residual smell of his natural pine soap and sweat from working tonight's jobs.

I was so worked up, I couldn't stop myself. I leaned back against him. Shoulder blades to shoulder blades. The back of my head touching his.

When he hummed and increased the pressure between us, I nearly went into cardiac arrest.

"Kieran …."

"Yes, Damien …." He reached back and touched my thigh. "And I mean … yes."

Jeezus.

I wasn't sure if I was interpreting him correctly. Did he mean what I thought he meant? I'd been having fantasies like this. My stepbrother and me in the back of the ambulance.

"The electricity has been crackling between us for months," Kieran said. "Hard to ignore."

"But you're straight."

Kieran laughed. "That's where you go first? Not that we're stepbrothers."

"We're not blood."

"Mm …. Well, I'm not entirely straight. At least I don't think so."

I turned to face him. He stayed where he was. His shoulders were broad and masculine. He stood a few inches shorter than me. Curly brown hair.

I touched his shoulders and kissed the back of his neck. A rippling tremble went straight down his back, and he whined. It was the most incredible sound I'd ever been in the presence of.