An adult stories – Amy – Summer Begins: June Week 02 by d1rty0ldMan74,d1rty0ldMan74 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to ANYONE is completely coincidental. Anyone who engages in any “activity” is well over the age of 18.
Author’s Note: Authors love hearing from their readers and I’m no exception. I apologize for the cliffhanger; I just couldn’t resist a little drama. Dave and Amy’s story has become a little personal to me though I don’t have a sister and in the case of my children *I* am the adoptive parent. While there is some of my family in these characters, I wouldn’t read too much into that. Inspiration is where you find it after all. To the “gentleman” who said Lys’s kid wouldn’t be Dave’s relation because there was no blood shared, I can tell you that you couldn’t be more wrong. I hope everyone enjoys this next installment and forgives me that this will probably be the only installment for a little over a week. I’ll be away this coming weekend when I normally get most of my writing done.
Amy — Summer Begins: The Second Week
I don’t know how long I was out but I woke up and my head and left knee were singing an aria. It took a few moments before I remembered what happened. I remembered Clare telling me she was fine with me sleeping with her mother, my sister, and then tripping and face planting into the parking spot back stop. I could feel the itchy presence of an I.V. needle in my left arm and a fuzzy, worried-looking face came into focus.
Amy was sitting near me looking very, very anxious. “Nurse,” she called out, “Tell Doctor Drake he’s awake.”
“Oh fuck,” I said, “I feel like I got hit by a car.”
“No, you just fell and hit your head. You have a concussion and you sprained your knee. You’re damn lucky, it could have been a lot worse.”
“Who are you,” I asked trying not to let on I was fucking with her.
“That’s not funny, David.” I marveled at how much she sounded like Mom.
“Sorry, you’re my sister and the best thing that’s happened to me in years. I love you.”
“I love you too, asshole,” she said. She looked tired. Very tired. In this light she looked a lot like Mom, too. The look of worry etched deep into her face was just like Mom’s. I’d only recently understood why Mom always had that look.
“Sophie is my doctor?”
“Yeah, she’s stayed late keeping an eye on you.”
I was never going to live this down.
Sophie walked in and said, “Ah, there is Mr. Coordination. You might be able to get him dancing but he can’t walk to his own car.” Haha. Real fucking funny.
“Bring me my stuff. I need to get home,” I said though speaking hurt a bit. It sent seismic waves up my skull. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost one in the morning. You’ve been out for a few hours. And as such, you are not leaving this bed until at least when I get back here tomorrow afternoon.”
I started to call bullshit when Amy grabbed my arm and said, “Don’t argue with your doctor. You’re hurt. Do what she tells you.”
I snapped my mouth shut and fixed both of them with a glare. They were right. I didn’t fucking like it but, they were right.
Sophie shined a light in my eyes, “You have a pretty good concussion. No computer work for at least two days. Jags can handle it. Got it?”
I nodded.
“Good. You also sprained your knee but if you *behave* yourself you’ll be able to dance with your girls on Saturday.”
Trying to sound tougher than I felt I said, “I expect to be discharged as soon as you get here tomorrow.”
“And you should,” Sophie said. “Now, do you want something to help you sleep?”
“Yeah, please,” I answered. “Sophie, what room am I in?”
Sophie’s eyes grew sad. “302, Dad. I wouldn’t let them put you … I wouldn’t let them do that to you. I’ll get the nurse to come in with the sleeping meds. I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow. Try not to fall out of bed.”
“What’s that about,” Grace asked as Sophie headed for the door.
“Mom died in room 312,” Sophie said and left.
Amy grabbed my hand then kissed and squeezed it. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“Where are the kids? Are they okay,” I asked.
“They’re with Rose and Steven,” she said. “Clare is beside herself and blaming herself for your fall. What happened?”
“Shit,” I said, and I laid back wincing in pain. I told Amy what Clare had said to me right before I tripped.
“We have a fucking mess on our hands,” Amy said taking a seat by the bed.
The nurse came in and put a needle in the I.V. input valve…thing. “You have to go now, Miss,” she said to Amy.
Amy stood up to leave and leaned over and kissed my head. It hurt. “Sophie made them let me stay until you woke up.”
“It’s okay, Sis. Go get some sleep.”
The nurse left the room and Amy whispered to me, “I’m going to sleep in your bed.”
“No,” I said. You’re going to sleep in *our* bed.”
The sleep medicine took me.
Newsflash: I woke up alone.
My head still hurt but it was nothing compared to the early morning. My knee was down to just a dull throb but it was a constant dull throb. Grabbing my phone, I looked at the time. It was only 8:30. Fuck it, that was close enough to noon for me. I sent Sophie a message, “I’m bored and I’ve got stuff that I need to take care of. Please get me out of here.”
I put my phone down and began to look for the remote to turn on the television.
The nurse came in while I was looking around and I asked where the remote was, “Sorry, Mr. Drake,” she said, “concussion patients don’t get screen time.”
“Are you kidding me,” I bristled, “I’m not a frigging toddler.”
“No, Mr. Drake. I am not kidding. And Doctor Drake called and said if you don’t stop using your phone, I’m to confiscate it.” She smiled and retreated from the room. Sophie was fucking loving this, I knew it.
Amy and Chris came in at 10:00. By then I was so starved for something to do that I’d have been happy to see Dean or Cal. Both gave me a careful hug.
Chris filled me in on his sleepover at Rose’s and I handed Amy my phone.
“I’m not allowed to look at the screen,” I growled.
I gave Amy my code to unlock the phone and asked her to call the mechanic in my contacts to set up an inspection for the R.V. on the following Monday. Then we spent time calling campgrounds near Gettysburg until we found one that still had a site for June 30th through July 5th.
“You can get the time, right,” I asked, and she assured me it would be no problem. For his part, Chris was overjoyed that we were going camping somewhere he’d never been. I was more than a little surprised to still get a site for the holiday but I was happy that it meant me getting back out in the camper again. I always loved when I could take someone on their first trip.
12:30 rolled around and I was getting antsy. David antsy is David obnoxious and I wanted to get moving before I pissed anyone (especially Amy) off. *Finally,* Sophie wandered into the room with a bag of real food from a restaurant across the street. She would have gotten me Frank’s but Frank closes on Mondays. Though Lys had told me he was having an event for family and staff, so she was at work, anyway.
“Lys says that Frank has told her you’re eating free for a month. He feels really bad that you fell.”
I shook my head, “I tripped on my own feet. Frank had nothing to do with it.”
“And that’s why I’m going to make you an appointment with a neurologist. It isn’t like you to be that off balance no matter what shit I give you.”
I could see the genuine concern on Sophie’s face. Amy, on the other hand, started laughing at me. Oh yeah, she’s my sister, alright.
“I fail to see what’s funny,” Sophie said, annoyed with her aunt.
I sent Chris to go look at the vending machine in the hall then I reluctantly told Sophie the story of what happened and what led to my fall.
“You two have created quite the fucking mess,” she said. Then she fixed me with a stern glance that could have come from her grandmother. “Don’t fuck this wedding up.”
Sophie shined her pen light in my eyes again and noted something on my chart. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with a wheelchair, your papers, and some meds.” She walked out of the room calling Chris to come hang out with her for a few minutes.
“Is she always that blunt,” Amy asked.
“Oh yeah. She gets it from her mother and my mother. But she’s right, we can’t let this situation go to shit until after Saturday.”
“Are you assuming it is going to ‘go to shit,'” she asked. Oh hey, there’s the “fuck around and find out” look my…our mother was so good at.
“I’m not assuming jack or shit,” I said defensively, “I just don’t know how the rest of the family is going to feel about me fucking my sister.”
Clare had made her stance on the subject clear the night before. Whether or not she kept her feeling that way after a family reveal would be hard to say. Chris was eight years old and I had no real idea of how he’d react. Or if he could keep it to himself, which was the far bigger question. I did know how Aunt Ellie, Sophie, and Lys felt and I was pretty certain where we stood with Amy’s brother, Bill. That left Rose, Steve, Amy’s parents, and Allen to worry about. Oh, and of course the butt heads. Though in all honesty I didn’t care what they thought as long as they didn’t do something stupid like turn us in to the authorities.
Sophie came in with a courier and Chris riding along in the wheelchair. Chris hopped out and attached himself to his mother.
“I don’t need that,” I said, pointing to the chair.
“Okay, stand up,” Sophie challenged.
I started to stand and my knee immediately told me to sit my ass back down. Sophie looked at me smugly as she handed Amy the bag of medications.
“The blue one is for his knee. It will keep it from swelling-up like his ego. The white one is for his head. That’s for pain. No more than twice a day as needed, it is a narcotic.”
“Got it,” Amy said.
“I will check you every morning before I leave for work,” Sophie said to me. Until I say so, no screens. No work. You can read a book if it is big print and you don’t need your glasses. No driving,” she ordered. Then to Amy she said, “Can I count on you to enforce this?”
“Yes, Doctor Drake,” Amy promised.
Sophie handed me a cane. “Use it. Don’t try to be tough. If you behave yourself, you’ll be okay by Saturday. But if you get any headaches that the med doesn’t knock out fast you get your ass back here. I don’t need to point out how lucky you were you didn’t do some serious damage, do I?”
She didn’t need to point it out. I was quite aware that I was lucky to be leaving the hospital at all and not in a hearse headed for Feinberg’s Funeral Home in town. A fall like that could have killed me. I thanked Sophie and she gave me a forehead kiss for a change.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, “I’m not going down that easy.”
Sophie gave me a frown and left the courier and Amy to get me dressed. That was an adventure in and of itself. I had to balance on the courier as Amy put my legs into my pants. The shirt wasn’t hard but raising my left leg up to put my socks on was more than I could handle.
Once dressed, Amy and my honor guard got me situated in the chair and we went out through the door. Giving Chris a grin I held the cane out in front of me like a sword and called out, “Onward, mighty steed! To Freedom!” The nurses laughed but the courier just rolled his eyes.
They carefully loaded me into Amy’s car and I looked around and said, “Where’s my Jeep?”
“Between Lys, Steven, and Clare, they got it home last night. It is in your garage where it belongs.” I decided I didn’t want to know who drove it; I didn’t even let Grace drive it once upon a time.
Finally, we pulled into my drive and I was able to hobble into my home with Amy’s help. Once inside Amy took charge.
“Take Uncle Dave and my stuff up to his room,” Amy told Chris.
I raised my eyebrows and even Chris seemed a little surprised.
“His room, Mom?”
“Yes. He needs me to take care of him for a few days, so I need to be in the same room if he needs something in the middle of the night.”
“Okay!” Chris grabbed our stuff and headed for the stairs. At the base he stopped and said, “But what if he has to pee? That’s gross. You’ll see…it.”
Amy rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve seen one before, young man. You do know how you got here after all.” Chris shrugged and went upstairs with his burden.
“Smooth,” I said. “Very smooth.”
“If you thought I was spending the whole week jumping in and out of your guest room first thing in the morning you were mistaken. Besides, I want to use your shower.”
“Speaking of a shower,” I said, “that sounds really good.”
“I don’t think your up for shower sex any time soon,” Amy replied. She tried to look serious but she was having difficulty keeping a straight face.
“Seriously, Sis. I smell like sweat, asphalt, and hospital. I need a shower.”
“Oh, trust me,” she grinned, “I know.”
Everyone’s a fucking comedian these days.
Using Amy as a crutch I hopped my way up the stairs and Chris met us at my bedroom door. Amy told hm she was going to help me shower and he should go watch television.
“You’re going to help him shower,” Chris said with wide eyes.
“Yes, he can’t do it alone and he smells.” I gave her a dirty look.
“But if you get in, he’ll see you…”
“Chris,” I said, “I have two daughters. I think I’ve seen a naked woman before.”
“But my mom,” he asked in the shock that only an eight-year-old can have when thinking of their mother.
“We’re twins, honey,” Amy said. “We were born together. He’s already seen me naked.”
“Oh, right,” Chris chirped. “That makes sense. I’ll go watch T.V.” He bounded down the stairs out of sight.
“If only that would work on everyone,” I said using the cane and limping to the ensuite.
Once in the bathroom Amy began to undress me, which I will say is a lot more fun than when she dressed me. She started by pealing my shirt off. She kissed my neck and chest.
“You have to be more careful,” Amy cooed as her hands took a spot on either of my shoulders. She slid her hands down my chest until she reached my belt.
“When Clare called me and said you were hurt in a fall the world spun backwards.”
Amy undid my belt and tossed it aside. Then she slowly drew her hands down my legs to my feet. Without having to direct me she removed my shoes and socks.
“When I got to the hospital nobody would tell me anything. I started to panic. Chris was crying. It took fifteen minutes for someone to figure out who I was and they had Lys come and get me.”
Amy clawed (yes, she clawed) her way back up my jeans until she got to my waist. She undid the button and lowered the fly. Amy slowly lowered my jeans and shorts as one, gently lifting each leg to pull them free.
“We were all there. Lys, Clare, Rose, Steven, Chris, and me. Clare kept saying over and over again that it was her fault and that she was sorry. I thought they were going to have to tranquilize both of us.”
Amy gently traced the bruising on my knee. I could see tears forming in her eyes as she surveyed the damage.
“When Sophie came out with another doctor, she looked so tired and so scared. It seemed forever before she finally said you’d be okay and that you were just sedated for the pain. All I could do was sit down and cry in relief.”
I tugged at her until she got to her feet and I gave her a clumsy hug. ” I was born with good reflexes,” I said, “and when those fail, I have thick bones.”
Amy let out a cute, little snort as she laugh-cried, “Asshole,” she said.
Amy carefully leaned me up against the vanity as she started the water and stripped her own clothes off. She guided me under the water and I winced as I flexed my knee.
“Is your knee hurting?”
“Yeah, feels like it has its own heartbeat,” I replied.
“We’ll get you some medicine and you can lay down when we’re done here,” she said giving me a light kiss.
Amy spent time rubbing me with a soapy washcloth, being very careful around my knee. She must have thought my dick was extra dirty because she spent longer cleaning my shaft than any other part of my body. Go figure.
“I probably shouldn’t make you cum right now. You can barely stand.”
“Oh, you are just being mean, Sis,” I groaned. Did she know this is how Grace would tease me in the shower?
Amy rinsed me off and helped to gently wash my hair. I’ve not mentioned it but I keep my hair long. It has been growing since the start of COVID; I just don’t feel the need to have a stranger that close to my face. Normally I kept my hair in a tight tail going down my back but Amy undid the tail and took her time with my hair. She was so careful it felt like she was washing each individual hair on its own.
When she was done, she carefully leaned me against the wall ensuring I would not slip and ensuring that I had a good view of the show. She methodically washed her own body as I watched. She spent quite a long time on her breasts before moving the cloth down to her pussy lips. She never stopped looking directly at me the entire time. When she brought her hands up to wash her face there was a small stream of blood washing away under the shower stream. So much for getting laid.
“Well at least I got my visitor on a week where you’re out of action,” she pouted a bit. “It also explains Friday night.”
“What do you mean,” I asked.
“I get incredibly horny right before my period starts. It explains why Friday night was so…intense…amazing.”
“Damn,” I replied, “I thought that was all me.”
Amy laughed, “Well I certainly didn’t do it alone so…”
She rinsed off and stopped the shower then carefully dried us.
Looking into the mirror I said, “I need to shave.”
“No,” she quickly said, “you’re not allowed. You can trim the beard but no shaving it off.”
“Why?”
“I like how it tickles when you kiss my lips,” she said.
“Oh,” I smiled, “which lips?”
“You’re the genius, you figure it out.”
Using the vanity as a crutch she helped me into a pair of pajamas and got me onto the bed before grabbing a pair of panties and an oversized shirt. She went into the ensuite and came out a few minutes later, her creamy legs poking out from under the bottom of the shirt. She was completely covered but my dick sprang to life anyway.
“How’s your head?”
“It hurts a little. I wouldn’t say no to the pain pills.”
“Be right back,” she said and kissed me.
Amy went through the bedroom door purposefully flashing her panty covered ass at me. Only I could find a perfect woman like Amy and then wind up too hurt to do anything with her.
While she was downstairs, I heard the door open and Rose’s voice floated up the stairs. Then I heard several sets of feet coming up and without warning (or knocking) a goddamn party invaded my room. Rose, Steve, and Clare came carrying trays and food, Amy came carrying my meds, and Chris came with his seemingly boundless energy that only a pre-teen can have.
“Is Aunt Amy taking good care of you, Daddy,” Rose asked.
“She is certainly trying,” I said. Amy shook her head at me and smiled. Good; she got the double entendre.
Clare sat down on the edge of the bed near the top and said, “I made you dinner. I hope you…” She broke into tears and flung herself at me attaching to my neck. “I’m so sorry, Uncle Dave. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Hey, hey, hey,” I said, “nothing is your fault. I’m just fucking clumsy.”
“But you were just laying there. You wouldn’t wake up, you wouldn’t move, and you were breathing funny. I thought I killed you just when Mom and we found you and…”
“Come on, Clare. No more crying. I suspect there’s been more than enough crying over me in the last two days.”
“Are you really going to be okay,” she asked, sniffling.
“I’m going to be fine,” I assured her. “Sophie says I’ll be okay by the weekend.” Steve looked as relieved as Clare to hear this.
“Let’s eat,” I said hoping to lighten the mood.
Clare broke out bowls and a crockpot from downstairs and fed us an amazing beef stew. As crazy at it seemed we had a full-blown party going on in my bedroom. It was a “Dave didn’t crack his skull open” party. The downstairs door opened and closed again and a few minutes later Lys looked into the room with a bemused expression.
“Didn’t expect you home, yet,” I said as Clare handed Lys a bowl.
“The employee dinner wrapped up, so Frank told me get the hell home and take care of you, Pop. Though by the looks of it I could have stayed.”
Pretty soon I began to feel the fatigue of the day. I pressed my hands to my eyes and was handed a pair of pills by Amy. Taking them with a gulp of water I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out in a childish, “I took the meds, mom,” gesture to Amy. Folks stayed and chatted for a while and then I let out a big yawn.
“Okay, folks,” Amy said, “Everyone out. The patient needs his rest.”
Everyone said goodnight to me and headed downstairs. Lys hung back for a moment and asked me how I was feeling.
“Well with the pain pill I’m feeling pretty good,” I said to the now two Lyss in the room.
“Do what the doctor says, Pop,” she patted me on the leg. Well at least one of them did. “She’ll yell at Amy and me if you don’t behave.” Lys (both of them) went downstairs to join the others. I don’t know what time Amy came to bed, I was out not long after Lys and her medicine induced double left.
I (no surprise) woke up alone. The morning sun was streaming in the windows and it was already growing warm. The only evidence that Amy had been there was her smell on the pillows. A knock sounded at the door and it opened tentatively. Sophie stuck her head in and said, “Are you awake, old man?”
“Yeah Soph,” I answered. “Come on in, nobody is nude.”
She walked into the room and came over to the bed. Out came the pen light and she shined it in my eyes. “Good,” she pronounced,” your pupils are almost normal. I suspect you’ll be good by Thursday.”
“Great,” I said, “Can I have my stuff back yet?”
“How does your head feel?”
“Head is good. Knee is stiff.”
“Okay, yeah. You can have your reMarkable tablet back. You can even watch a little television. No phone screen or PC monitor, though. If you start to get a headache, take your pill and lie down. In the meantime, get up and walk around. Go downstairs with Aunt Amy’s help. You don’t want your knee locking up and if you don’t start exercising it gently it will. All Aunt Amy has talked about is dancing with you at the wedding.”
“Where is Amy, anyway,” I asked.
“She went into town for some girl-supplies. Guess I get to let you live for another month.”
“I appreciate that, Doc.”
“I told her to buy condoms,” Sophie continued ignoring my “doc” comment, “but she said something about needing to feel you, so I plugged my ears and left the room.”
“You know the more you act uncomfortable the more we’re going to do that, right?”
“And with that, I’m going to get to work early. The fun of taking a full weekend off is that they’ll work me to death beforehand.” Sophie left the room and went downstairs.
The rest of the day was very similar to the day before except that I got to watch some TV. Amy came home and played nursemaid. I got her to help me downstairs and into my office where I used my reMarkable to work on my speech for Saturday. Steve was adamant he didn’t want a bachelor party and in my condition that was a good thing. Sophie texted that I was clear to play some video games with Chris as long as I didn’t get a headache or feel dizzy. I spent a bit of the day practicing with the cane and I didn’t need someone walking by my side at all times except on the stairs.
This didn’t mean Amy moved out of the bedroom, though. She stayed with me every night and was awake every morning long before I woke up. Cal had been right the other week about one thing: Amy was very much at home here. Now I just had to work on making that permanent.
Thursday Sophie cleared me to work half a day, so I spent the morning tapping away in my office at code talking to Jags and Cooper. After lunch Amy came downstairs in an amazing dress and her hair and makeup was done to a tee. She was stunning; gorgeous.
“I have to go into town,” she said, “I’ll be a couple of hours but Clare and Rose are here to give you a hand if you need it.”
Chris reminded me he was there, too, for anything I needed.
I kept working well past the half-day point. I felt great! I felt…normal. Even with my injury this entire week, living with Amy and Chris felt normal. It felt right. I could smell dinner cooking when I heard Amy come home. Yeah, I really had begun to think of this as Amy’s home, too. She found me working on a line of code that had been pissing me off most of the afternoon.
“You’re still working? You are going to get me in deep shit,” Amy groused.
“I feel pretty good,” I said.
Amy was carrying a package from the drug store when she came over to my desk. “What’s that?”
“My next month’s birth control and this:” Amy pulled a home waxing kit out of the bag. “For Friday night,” she smiled. Amy opened the box and handed me the instructions. “These are for you. It has gotten a little wild down there already and I don’t want to gross my date for the wedding out in case he gets lucky.”
I shook my head with a smile and followed Amy down the hall. I barely used the cane to make it to the kitchen, much to her and Clare’s delight. Poor Rose was asleep on the couch. Her face looked so tired. She slept deeply with her hand sitting protectively on her belly.
“Help me upstairs a minute, David,” Amy said.
Uh oh. When she called me David, she either wanted me to blow a load in her or she wanted something serious. I admit freely that I hoped it was the former but I suspected it was the latter.
It was a slow climb; I still had to use the cane on the stairs but I did okay. Once in my–in our bedroom she closed the door and looked at me very seriously. I wasn’t sure where this was going to go.
“I had what I thought was an interview with the Feinberg Funeral Home today.”
“Yeah,” I asked, getting excited, “When do you start?”
“They don’t want an employee. They want someone to buy them out.”
I let that sink if for a second then asked, “Okay, how much?”
“Half a million. Equipment, furniture, and fixtures all included. It is a really good deal. Really it is an amazing one. Mr. Feinberg wants to retire.”
I didn’t even blink. “Great, I’ll go to the bank and get a cashier’s check tomorrow.”
“NO!”
“Amy, this is the answer to half our problems!”
“I will not take your money. I am not after your money. I am not a gold digger.”
“Okay, call it a long-term loan.”
“Dammit, Dave. No. I appreciate the gesture but I can’t just take your money with nothing to offer but me. I’m not a whore.”
“I never said you were, Amy. How about if we call it an investment. I want to invest in your business. Give me 5% of the ownership.”
She considered this for a minute and said, “15%. If you’re going to do this, I will be fair. 15% is more than fair for a silent partner.”
“Done. I’ll call the lawyer and make an appointment to sign partnership papers and we can hit the bank right after,” I was barely holding in my excitement.
“Are you sure about this, Dave?”
“Yes. Why not,” I confirmed. “It is the only funeral home in town and it is a recession proof business. And I can have it pulled from the inheritance trust. Some of that money should be yours, anyway.”
“David, I don’t know what to say,” Amy said as her eyes began to mist up.
“Start with, ‘I love you,'” I suggested.
Amy jumped at me and gave me a soul-blazing kiss. “I love you more than I ever imagined, David. I can’t believe we’re going to do this!”
“Call them,” I urged.
Amy dialed her phone and after a moment she said, “Mr. Feinberg? This is Amy Fries. Yes, I’ve secured financing. How does $350 thousand sound? No? How about $375? Yes, I can do $425. I’ll be there tomorrow with a check and to sign the agreement you showed me. Yes, I would like a lawyer to look it over. Hang on.”
Amy looked at me and asked what my lawyer’s fax number was. Who the hell still used faxes in 2023 you ask? You’d be surprised. I gave it to her and she relayed the info to Mr. Feinberg. I quickly called my lawyers and told them what to expect and asked for an appointment on Friday morning. They told me to come on in and they’d have reviewed both the contract for the purchase and have a contract for the partnership ready. When we were off our separate phone calls Amy just looked at me with her head shaking in disbelief.
“I’m buying a funeral home,” she shouted.
Her shout drew the attention of Chris and Clare who came running upstairs to see what the matter was.
“What’s going on, Mom,” Clare asked.
“Well,” Amy began, “would you two like to live here with Uncle Dave?”
“You, too, right Mom,” Chris asked.
“Yeah, buddy. All of us,” I said.
“For good,” Chris asked, his excitement growing.
“For good,” I said.
Chris cheered and ran downstairs. “Don’t wake Rose,” Amy called after him but it was likely already too late.
Clare looked at us and asked, “Can I use the hot tub whenever I want?”
“Yeah, of course,” I laughed.
“Can Jess visit?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m in,” she said and went back downstairs. I’d swear she was skipping as she left the room.
Amy turned back to me and said, “We have to tell them about us.”
“Sunday,” I confirmed. “After the wedding.”
In the distance we could hear Chris telling Rose and Rose yelling, “YES!”
Amy gave me another hug and said, “Sorry, no sex yet tonight. The visitor is still at the door. But you’re getting something delivered, that’s for sure.”
Odd mix of metaphors but okay.
“Is it wise,” I asked, “to sleep with your business partner?”
“No,” she replied, “but it isn’t as bad as fucking your brother. I plan on doing both as much as possible.”
Who was I to say no?
After another Clare dinner we settled in for an easy evening. I wanted to wait for both Lys and Sophie to get home to tell them what was going on. I wanted them to know before Chris blared it out tomorrow morning. I was also hoping Sophie would let the cat of the bag about Lys’s pregnancy. I was thrilled for them and I was tired of holding it in.
Clare and Rose headed home to Steve for the night after telling us again how thrilled they were with our plan.
Lys made it home a little before ten. We had a few hours before Sophie got home but when I told Lys that Amy and I needed to talk to them both I received no complaints.
“You’re not kicking us out or anything like that, right, Pop,” Lys asked.
“Nothing like that,” I promised.
We killed time as best we could but Lys fell asleep a little before 11:30. Sometimes after midnight Sophie came through the door and saw us sitting in the living room.
“Oh shit, what happened?”
“Nothing, Sophie. We wanted to have a word with you before things got passed us.”
Amy gently shook Lys awake, who opened her eyes to her wife’s perplexed look. Lys stretched and gave Sophie a sleepy smile.
“Hey baby,” she said and patted the couch cushion next to her and Sophie sat down.
“Well, I know Aunt Amy isn’t pregnant,” Sophie said.
Lys added with a sleepy yawn, “There goes my guess.”
Amy I and explained the plan to the girls. Lys listened with interest and Sophie nodded as we presented our reasoning, as limited as it was.
Finally, Sophie said, “You and Mom always wanted to fill the house. She’d be happy with this. I am.”
Amy reached across the couch to give Sophie a hug. Counting the number of people who were about to live here versus the number of bedrooms I saw my opportunity to probe Sophie about the baby.
“Wait,” I put on my best confused face, “the house won’t be full. There will still be an open room. You realize Amy is staying with me, right?”
All parents know the look their kids make when caught in a lie or a scam. Sophie’s guilty face had never changed and she never learned how I could tell when she was up to something. She was wearing that guilty face now.
My own face broke into a sly grin. My eyebrows raised above my glasses.
“Damn,” Sophie said, “how long have you known? She sounded perplexed and defeated. No kid, you never could pull the wool over my eyes.
“A couple of weeks.”
Sophie glared at Lys but I stopped her from saying anything.
“Nobody told me, don’t give her that look. I’ve seen how Lys hasn’t used the hot tub when she’s gotten home and she stopped having a drink in the evening. That and the way she holds her belly already make it pretty obvious. I’m old but I’m not stupid.”
Sophie sighed. It was a relieved sigh and a happy sigh. “We’re gonna be parents,” she said with a huge grin. Lys grabbed Sophie’s hand and was wearing an equally silly grin.
“Yes, you are,” Amy said.
“And you’re going to be great at it,” I finished the thought.
Sophie reminded me, “we don’t want to say anything until after the wedding.”
“Yeah,” Amy agreed, “we’re in the same boat.”
Lys looked surprised, “What do you mean?”
“We’re going to come clean after the wedding,” I said. “At least to the people who need to know before Amy moves in.”
Sophie nodded in agreement. “I don’t think you’ll have problems with Chris or Clare. I cannot begin to guess what Rose and Steven will say.”
Knowing what happened the other night in Frank’s parking lot I was pretty sure Sophie was right. Clare expected it. Hell, I think she was hoping for it. Chris had made his feelings clear to Amy that night as well when he said he wished I was his father. Rose and Steven would be a wild card.
“I’m thinking it is time for bed for my old ass,” I said. Everyone readily agreed.
Once in our room, Amy headed right for the ensuite. I took the time to strip down and call out, “I’ll shower in the morning. I’m too damn tired.”
As I climbed into bed Amy came back into the bedroom. “Are you too tired for me,” she asked.
Amy came out in a scarlet thong and matching kimono. She always managed to rest the edges of the kimono on her breasts, just hiding her nipples.
Her thong was barely more than a strong of cloth. Amy did a twirl showing me her ass. Her tiny panties looked more like dental floss between her ass cheeks. As she settled back facing me, the kimono had remained open, revealing her breasts and rock-hard nipples.
Amy climbed carefully into the bed straddling me. She leaned forward putting one of those nipples right in the path of my mouth. I eagerly sucked it in, making her coo softly.
“I can’t wait for Saturday night,” Amy whispered.
I tried to imitate Amy’s tongue trick from when she goes down on me. I must have done a good job because she let out a surprised “yip!”
“You’re a fast learner,” Amy complimented my skills.
Mindful of my knee, Amy pulled away and spun herself around so that she was face to balls with my cock and her barely covered snatch was in my face. I wasted no time in kissing around the fabric.
I tugged lightly at the thong and asked, “Am I clear to remove this?”
“Not yet, baby. Saturday,” she replied. “In the meantime…” Amy didn’t finish the sentence but lowered her mouth down my shaft.
I will swear on my family name that I will never tire of the feeling of her mouth on my cock. It was the perfect size to hold it and apply pressure at the same time. And Amy was very good at multi-tasking.
I laid back and brought my hands up to the globes of her ass. I started rubbing and gently squeezing. Then, on a whim, I gave her right cheek a little slap causing her to let out a surprise yelp. The vibration from the yelp made my cock lurch. I gave the left globe a slap and she moaned onto my dock causing it to lurch again.
Switching tactics, I began to squeeze and kneed her ass. I could smell her arousal through the little, red triangle of fabric that was just above me. I kissed the tiny triangle again and continued to paw at her ass. Each little movement, each touch, and each kiss made her moan onto my cock a little more. Finally with little warning and a little roar of my own my cock pulsed and I flooded my sister’s mouth. She swallowed eagerly with each pulse until my orgasm abated. Once I was done, Amy came up for air and made a little show of swallowing the last of my cum.
As Amy twisted around to lay down, she said, “I cannot wait to ride your face Saturday night.”
“Oh,” I said.
“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to tongue fuck me until I can’t sit there anymore. Then I’m going to sit on your cock and you’re going to fuck your sister until you cum in my pussy.”
“Who am I to say no,” I asked.
She put her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around me. I was suddenly no longer tired and I needed to “return the favor.” I carefully rolled to face her being very mindful of my knee. I may not be able to fuck her just yet but there were other ways to make her cum and I loved to listen to her and watch her cum.
I shimmied down and pulled her hard nipple back into my mouth.
“What are you doing, David?”
I stopped sucking on her nipple just long enough to ask, “what does it feel like, Sis?”
“Oh, fuck David, that feels so good.”
She pushed me back onto my back and climbed back on top of me, leaning so she could put her tit back in my mouth. She’d also managed to line her panty covered pussy up with my cock and she began rocking back and forth as I sucked, licked, and nibbled on her.
“Keep that up and I’m going to cum,” she warned.
“Again, I released her nipple long enough to say, “That’s the point. I want my sister to cum while I suck on her tits.”
“I think you’re going to get your wish,” she said as she continued to grind on me. My cock was slowly coming back to life and it was pushing her thong into her slit.
I continued my ministrations and she continued to press my cock into her clit. I felt her body shiver in a small orgasm and she pressed all the harder.
“Yes David. Keep it up. Make me cum. Make me CUM!”
Her body began to shudder and I had to let go of her nipple before I hurt her as she spasmed up with my cock rubbing her clit. It began to feel good. REALLY good. Another wave hit her and she jammed her hand into her mouth in time to avoid crying out and my own dick responded by swelling. I felt another orgasm well up and splatter all over our groins and stomachs. I let out a grunt and I think my eyes rolled so far back in my head I could see my brain. Amy rolled off me, her stomach and thong covered in cum. My own stomach was a mess and cum clung to my pubic hair.
“Holy shit, I needed that,” she said and then she started laughing. She leaned back over between laughs and licked the underside of my shaft. “My brother’s cum tastes so good.”
Amy stood up and stripped off the thong, using it to sop up some of the cum from her stomach. She went into the ensuite and I heard water running. After a moment she came out with a wet towel and cleaned me off with utmost care. Once I was clean, she pulled a pair of simple panties from her bag, put them on, and climbed back into bed. She rolled on her side and I spooned her, resting my free hand on her closest breast. Kissed the back of her neck and quietly whispered, “‘the man loves you.'”
After a few moments her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. I finally fell asleep a short time later. The next 48 hours were going to be exhausting. And if I could get everyone together Sunday night, I’d be making an announcement that would change my life. I just didn’t know what the change would be just yet. As I drifted off a thought came through my head. “Don’t fuck this up,” only this time the voice wasn’t Dad’s. It was Grace’s. I hoped that was a blessing and not a warning.