Amy – Changes of Venue

Literotic asexstories – Amy – Changes of Venue 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, it feeds our egos. I love to interact with readers (except the homophobes). I am sorry that I took so long to get to this chapter, real life and bigger gigs have caught my attention. This was a long chapter to write in that It got into a weird spot, and it took me a week to get out of it. This entry will be a little different in that time is going to pass a little faster.

Also: There’s a scene here that A: Would never, ever happen and I know that; but this is a fantasy so go with it. It also kinda makes David look a little conniving but trust me, he is looking out for his friends.

I’d been asked what the point was behind the camping trip story. Someone wanted to know if it would factor in later in the story. Well, it could, but in the end perhaps I just wanted to show Amy and Dave having fun.

Last time Amy & Dave took the kids, Rose, and Steven camping. They met another couple whom they confided in as well. Dave tried to convince Amy to tell her parents about their relationship, but she balked.

Amy — Changes of Venue

Part I

The drive home from Gettysburg wasn’t nearly as fun for me as the drive there but going home from a camping trip was never that much fun. Chris, on the other hand, insisted on sitting belted into the passenger chair and did his best to learn map navigation. I had to hand it to him, he did a good job although I suspect he’s made the drive between New York and Harrisburg enough times that he has it memorized.

As I pulled into my driveway, we could see Lys waiting outside for us. I had to remind Chris twice not to undo the seatbelt until I turned the engine off, he was so excited to see her. “CHRIS,” Amy yelled at him when it became clear that he wasn’t listening. He at least waited until I had the RV in park before he jumped out of the seat and shot out of the door. He streaked across the driveway and all but tackled Lys because he was so glad to see her.

Steve, Rose, and Clare pulled in behind us and while Clare helped Rose inside and out of the heat, Steve, Amy & I unloaded our gear. As soon as we were done and as soon as Lys extricated herself from Chris, she pulled me aside to apologize for Sophie’s attitude earlier in the week, “I told her to leave you alone about the condoms,” Lys said, “you’re an adult, after all.”

“I’m not upset with her,” I said, “she’s just looking out for us, and I get that.”

“Funny,” Lys said, “I thought she was being a nosy…”

“Okay, okay,” I interrupted, “I get the point. But I understand her worry. I’ve been pretty self-destructive the last few years.

Lys shook her head at me and said, “Don’t let my wife be a bully.” She gave me a hug and an awkward look before going her way. The awkward look bothered me, and I couldn’t say why. Ever since she and Sophie “came out” (which by the way Grace and I already knew) there had never been an awkward moment between Lys and me. Not even after I caught her being eaten out by Sophie in the hot tub that one night. I hoped my own obstinance hadn’t put her in a bad spot with Sophie, Lys was known for taking my side and it always pissed Sophie off.

Part II

Amy and I finished unpacking the RV and I backed it into the garage. Once it was parked but before I could leave the garage, Amy rushed in and locked me in an embrace, kissing me passionately. “You know,” she said, “the whole time we were away I didn’t get to have sex with you in the RV; only the showers.”

“You’re right,” I confirmed, “you didn’t. It was a little crowded in here.”

Amy walked over to the RV and went inside. As soon as she knew that she couldn’t be seen by the outside she began to strip. “You’re going to have to do something about that,” Amy said, removing the rest of her clothes and turning toward the bed in the back of the RV. I quickly followed her without another word. I caught up to Amy in three steps and grabbed from behind and I started to tickle her. The sound of Amy’s laughter and the feel of her naked body drove me into another gear.

Amy pulled away and spun around. She backed up and sat on the bed and she pulled me in for another kiss. I felt her pull at my belt, unbuckling it and pulling it away. Amy undid my pants, removing them and my underwear in one motion. Sure; my cock sprung to life immediately and pointed at her like an accusing finger.

“Fuck me, David,” she demanded.

The sight of my sister naked never ceased to thrill me. For a forty-nine-year-old woman, she was just perfect. It wasn’t just physical, which yes, was phenomenal, but what made her attractive didn’t end there. Her energy, her confidence, and her demeanor completed the picture. There’s only one obstacle what would make me not want to be with her and I think it took us a few hours to break that taboo from when we met.

I wasted no time climbing into the bed as Amy scooted her way ahead of me. She had asked me to fuck her and fuck her I did. The RV rocked on its tires and would have telegraphed exactly what was going on to anyone who would walk by the garage. And if the rocking of the camper wasn’t enough, Amy’s vocalizations would have left little to the imagination. Afterwards, laying side by side, we fell asleep, naked, on top of the bed.

Part III

I heard the RV door open and close, and Lys say, “Rose, Steven, and Clare are heading home, Chris is watching T.V., and I’m going to run into work for a few minutes to make sure everything is set for….good lord, that’s your dick.”

I opened my eyes to see Lys spinning around to face the front of the camper. Amy, laying besides me, was laughing in embarrassment and rolling on her stomach to hide her tits and snatch.

“Jesus, would you put that thing away, Pop,” Lys managed to say.

Laughing hard, I grabbed a pillow to hide my junk. “Anything else,” I asked.

“Love to know how I’m going to tell my wife that I saw her dad’s dick.”

“Don’t,” I hazarded.

“I can just imagine the conversation,” Lys said, “So dear, I walked into the RV and there it was…”

“Make sure you tell her that there was a condom,” Amy deadpanned and that broke Lys out of embarrassment. Lys began to laugh and left the RV, heading back to the house.

Part IV

That night, after we had put Chris to bed, I laid down to relax. Amy was in the shower and had been for a little while, so I took this as a chance to read. By the time I realized I’d read the same paragraph three times, Amy walked in from the ensuite wearing a pair of panties. Amy wearing anything to bed was an unusual circumstance and I watched her as she paraded across the room. The panties had a little design near the crotch that looked like a road block horse and diamond that simply said, “Road Closed.” Being a male who had spent most of his life outnumbered in his own home, I realized right away what that meant.

Amy wiggled her ass at me and declared, “These are my favorite period panties. Cute, right?”

I shook my head, laughed, and threw back the covers so Amy could get under them with me. Amy hopped in and kissed me.

Pointing to her underwear Amy said, “Guess this means Sophie lets you live for another month.”

I grimaced and replied, “I guess so.”

Amy looked at me after my glib response and asked, “David, what’s wrong?”

“Part of me knows that Sophie is right. Part of me doesn’t care. And another part of me thinks that Sophie just needs to mind her own damn business.”

Thunder shook the house. Amy drew me in for a kiss and curled up against me. “When I was little, I was afraid of thunderstorms. At the time, Bill was still a baby and Allen thought I was ‘icky’.”

“I’m sure you were icky,” I interrupted.

Amy smacked my shoulder, “Asshole.” I bade her to continue. “I used to pretend that I could crawl into bed with the “the boy” during storms and he’d protect me. I always felt safe when I thought of you, the boy from my dreams. I always imagined how it would feel to have you hold me while the storm raged on.”

I kissed the back of Amy’s neck. “How does reality compare to the fantasy?”

I could feel the smile form on her lips. “No comparison. The reality is a thousand times better,” she replied, “I just wish I could have had it for real growing up.”

“You have me now, Amy. You have me now.”

“Oooh,” Amy purred, “listen to my brother getting all touchy-feely and protective. Didn’t know you had it in you. I guess I’m a good influence.”

A particularly bright flash of lightning illuminated the bedroom, and it was followed by thunder that felt like it was trying to take the house down. With an audible click, I heard the house settle into silence. The AC stopped, as did the ceiling fan. We had just lost power.

After a minute, I heard the click again and everything kicked back on, but Amy hadn’t recovered from the thunderclap. She had turned around in bed and was almost clawing at me in an effort to get closer. “I guess I still hate storms,” she whispered.

I never got to reply, though. In the distance a door opened, and we heard little feet hurry down the hall. There was a knock at the door followed by Chris calling for us. We covered up and told him to come in.

“I’m just checking on you,” Chris said, “Mom hates storms.” Chris flipped the bedroom light on.

“We’re okay bud,” I said, “how are you?”

“I’m fine,” he said but his wide eyes told a different story, “but I was thinking I could help you protect Mom for tonight.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” I said, “why don’t you go to the bathroom and come back?”

Chris nodded and slipped back out the door. Amy and I put on pajamas and made room for her -OUR- son to lay down. A couple of minutes later, Chris hopped into the bed and settled between us.

“Uh, Chris,” I said, “if we’re both supposed to be protecting your mom, shouldn’t she be in the middle?”

I could physically feel the kid roll his eyes, “No Dad, I’ll protect Mom, you protect both of us.”

With the storm blustering outside, Amy and I lay down facing each other with Chris snuggled between us. And that is how we fell asleep.

Part V

That storm, while pretty harsh, blew out quickly and didn’t do any real damage. Within a few days, we adults resumed our normal lives. In the weeks that followed any time that I didn’t spend working on Blade and Bolt I spent helping Lys and Amy get the funeral home ready or fucking Amy’s brains out whenever I could.

By mid-July, Amy announced that she was satisfied with the upgrades to the funeral home and with all the permits in place, the Fries-Drake Funeral Home opened for business. (Un)fortunately, the first funeral was a week later. One of the older men from the hospice attached to the hospital passed and Amy’s skills were put to the test bringing him back to a semblance of how his family wanted to remember him.

Within two weeks, Amy began to see more business. Way more business than she bargained for! She was averaging a funeral every few days, which while sad for the local families was good for our investment. I was honestly beginning to wonder if there’d be anyone left alive in town soon. Unfortunately, it also put a crimp in my time with my sister. To make matters worse, Coop, Jags, and I were called in, along with all remote employees, for a meeting in the city.

Arriving at the office on Tuesday, Cooper was a wreck and Jags wasn’t much better, but neither of them could understand why I wasn’t upset. We all knew what this was about; we were about to be assimilated. Jags and Cooper knew I had more than enough money to retire immediately but my entire professional legacy was tied up in this company. Or so they thought.

Have you ever noticed that in corporate meetings, everyone tends to take the same seats as they had the meetings before? I always sat to the left of the owner and Cooper and Jags always sat across from me. When we entered the conference room, there were folders full of paperwork with our names, sitting in our usual seats. The folders and the fancy looking pens attached to them were emblazoned with the two-letter logo of the company that the three of us unaffectionately referred to as, “The Borg”. Three smug looking guys in suits flashed our company’s owner with smiles that clearly said, “Resistance is future.”

I stopped my staff at the door and hissed quietly, “Sign nothing.”

“Dave,” Cooper began to protest nervously.

“Do you trust me, Cooper?”

“Yeah.”

“Sign nothing. I’ve got this. Follow my lead.”

I took my usual seat and grinned at our company’s owner. It was a warning to him that I didn’t intend on behaving myself. He nodded in response. The owner, Todd, and I had known each other since I wrote the first B&B, and he knew what was coming. I could see he wasn’t happy but there was nothing he could do. He silently begged me not to go too far.

The announcement was made. Effective August 1, barely a week away, we were to be assimilated. The folders contained either new contracts, new non-competes, and new NDAs, or they contained severance agreements, no doubt sub-standard.

During the announcement, I fiddled with the cheap-ass pen and took it apart like a hyperactive ten-year-old. I squeezed the spring and flicked it at Jags. This led to him tearing a piece of paper out of a notepad and throwing it at me. I thought Todd wasn’t going to die of embarrassment but the borg drones just glared at us.

After the announcement, everyone began shuffling through their folders. Most of my colleagues received severance agreements but Jags, Cooper, and I had the employment paperwork. I made a show of reading through the contract and rolling my eyes all through it. I was gratified to see the borg drones’ smiles start to fade. They were uneasy at my flippant reaction.

I read the non-compete agreement out loud, finally balling it up and tossing it away. I turned the NDA into a paper airplane and threw it to Jags who then threw it perfectly into a nearby trashcan. Jags was barely holding his laughter in, and poor Cooper was beside himself waiting for whatever shoe was going to drop.

“David,” one of the drones said. He couldn’t have been thirty-five.

“That’s Mr. Drake to you, son,” I interrupted.

“Mr. Drake,” the drone said, his smile now completely gone, “if you don’t sign those you can’t work here.”

“Good. Neither my associates nor I,” I said, indicating Cooper and Jags, “have any intention of working for you studio butchers.”

“Fine,” his smile returned; lotsa teeth. “We’ll finish Blade and Bolt without you, and you can’t do a thing…”

“I think you ballless wonders needs to actually look at my employee file. Mr. Jagger’s and Mr. Cooper’s as well.”

Toothy Borg began to look at the files in question. My colleagues in the room watched in wonder. “The three of you don’t have non competes or NDAs on file. How nice for you.”

“Keep reading.”

Toothy Drone kept looking through mile file, “and this page says you own…” His smile vanished so fast it made a snapping noise.

“It says,” I continued for him, “that all intellectual rights and rights of ownership to Blade and Bolt are retained by me.”

The room fell silent. Every last eye was focused on me. Every developer, writer, and artist in the conference room was staring in open mouthed wonder. Todd looked sheepish if not a little embarrassed. The three borg drones looked absolutely furious.

Jags stopped trying to hold in his laughter while Cooper was working through what I had just said and the implications of it. As it sunk in, he began to grin.

The formerly toothy borg said, “Surely, we can come to an agreement. Your talent is too valuable to lose. What can we do to keep you on the team?”

I shrugged and asked the impossible. “Stay off our backs. No interfering with our product. No corporate coaching. No fucking microtransactions or lock boxes.”

The drone blinked once; it was rather creepy. He said, “Done. We’ll put it in writing for you. Once you sign…”

“I believe the man said we weren’t signing shit,” Jags said.

The drone looked at me in what I assumed was an attempt at a threatening manner. “You may own the IP, but we own the code and assets you’ve created.”

I shrugged.

“Dave,” Cooper said, “didn’t you just say last week that you were looking at that new game engine?”

Cooper was right, of course. I had wanted to look into any engine other than Unity. Starting over would allow me to do that. This was looking more and more attractive by the second.

“Guys,” I said to Jags and Cooper, “what do you think? We’re two months in, would this kind of delay be that bad?”

“Not the way you work when you get a bug up your ass,” Jags answered.

The three of us smiled at each other while the drones stared in open mouthed disbelief.

“Are we done here, gentlemen,” I asked Jags and Cooper who quickly nodded in agreement.

“Todd,” I said, “thank you for everything. I completely understand why you’re ready to be done with the industry and I certainly don’t fault you for any of today.” All three of us shook Todd’s hand and we left the conference room and headed for the elevator.

“Are we really doing this,” Jags asked me as we walked down the block toward Penn Station.

“Absolutely,” I said, “why shouldn’t we?” Jags and Cooper were already smiling again.

“We’re making our own studio,” Jags said in awe.

“Come over for dinner Saturday. We’ll hash shit out.”

We parted company, Cooper heading to his apartment downtown and Jags and I riding the train back west. I hadn’t felt this good about a project in a long time.

Part VI

I ask all of you to remember I am rich. In every sense, I develop Blade and Bolt now as a creative outlet, some pocket change, and to support my friends. I ask you to remember this as you read Amy’s reaction to my day in the office. I don’t bring this to the forefront because I want to brag. I’m bringing this all up now, so you understand how much trouble I got into when I laughed at my sister.

Part VII

I walked into my home in time for Lys, Amy, and Chris to come home, too. Lys and Amy were talking animatedly about hiring another funeral director to help with some of the business that was already coming in. We learned that our town has a busy season for funerals and apparently the months of July and August were it. Who knew?

Amy gave me a peck on the cheek, and I got my customary high five and a hug from Chris. Amy asked me how the day went so I sat everyone down and told them about the meeting. I told them everything, laying out my entire plan and the good news that I would be exclusively working from home from now on.

Lys said, “Cool. Permanent babysitter!”

Amy’s reaction was…different. Different in a way that at first, I didn’t come close to understanding. And that was my big mistake. I truly thought Amy was playing the situation up, not realizing

“So, you and your friends walked out of your jobs,” she asked, “and you didn’t think to consult with your families first?”

I thought she was kidding. Three years of being single had severely damaged my early warning radar. My reply, while funny, was not well thought but I blurted it out, anyway.

“Well with the funeral home doing so well I figured I could slack.”

I’d love to tell you that I realized my mistake right then. But no, I doubled down.

“Really,” she asked. Once again, I didn’t recognize the warning tone in her voice.

I laughed. Yeah, I really laughed. “Yeah, maybe I can retire instead of starting something new!”

I would swear that the room temperature dropped ten degrees. I looked at Amy and her eyes resembled hot coals and her mouth was pursed up in a tiny ring. The heat of the room felt like it was pulling into my sister. I could see Lys behind Amy, shaking her head and mouthing, “shut up, Pop.”

Amy turned without a word and went upstairs to our bedroom. The door slammed shut and I heard the lock click. Lys grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my office.

“Holy hell, Pop. You’ve done it now,” she said.

Chris followed us to the office and was looking wide-eyed, not knowing what just happened but clearly more perceptive than I was. “Go play,” Lys said, and he vanished.

Lys and I looked at each other, the error of what I just did slowly dawning on me. My flippant response was just that: a flippant response that was not seen as humorous or charming.

“You do know that she grew up kinda poor, right,” Lys asked, “Both parents worked. Even Allan worked to help out as soon as he could.”

“I didn’t know that,” I admitted quietly.

“Amy gets that you have money. She gets that you don’t shy away from spending money when you need to. But to her the loss of an income source is a potential disaster.”

“And I made a joke about it,” I winced. Lys nodded in agreement.

“I need to…”

“No,” Lys corrected me, “you need to give her time to calm down. Go play a game with Chris and be a dad. He needs to reassured that everything is okay.”

Lys’s advice was sound, but she saw hesitation in my eyes. She pointed toward the back yard where Chris went and said, “Go!” I decided it best to follow instructions.

I caught the gist of what happened next from both women, and I pieced the conversation together.

Lys went upstairs and knocked on my bedroom door.

“Go away, David,” Amy answered.

“It’s me,” Lys replied, “not Pop.”

Amy opened the door and asked Lys if she was there to tell her not to be mad at me.

“No, I’m here to tell you he was being an asshole.”

Amy nodded and went into the room, leaving the door open for Lys to follow. Lys took a seat at the end of the bed and she and Amy looked at each other and laughed.

“I just don’t get what the hell is wrong with him,” Amy said, “so nonchalant about losing a job. Why the hell isn’t he devastated?”

Lys thought for a minute and answered, “Pop is a genius. A lot of people like him have no filter when it comes to saying dumb shit to their loved ones. Part of his flippancy is his way of dealing with the fact that it does terrify him to some degree.”

Amy prompted her, “so you’re saying?”

“He’s an asshole,” Lys concluded. Both women fell back with laughter. “But you realize he’s a rich asshole, right?”

“Yeah, but can he afford all of this? Can he afford funding me and the loss of his job? Can he…can he afford it?”

Lys scoffed, “Of course he can. When he was drunk, Sophie and I saw the accounts that he and Ma had. He has no worries. And if he and the guys do this all on their own, even if it takes a little longer, that means more of the money is theirs for profit. He could retire tomorrow and barely take a hit.”

“This just isn’t how I was raised,” Amy lamented.

“And I told him that. Pop gets into his own reality when he’s excited. He feels like shit, and he wants to apologize but I say don’t let him off the hook too easily.”

Lys and Amy laughed and kept talking. They wouldn’t tell me what about and I didn’t press them, but I have no doubt Lys was telling her about all the dumb shit I’d done over the years.

Part VIII

Chris and I came back inside an hour later to find Lys making dinner. Sophie had gotten home and if the smirk on her face was any indication, she knew what happened by now. When the table was set, Amy came down and sat in her usual seat. We ate dinner as a family, and I listened with interest as Lys and Amy talked about applicants for the second funeral director position. Afterwards, Amy announced that she was going to read some continuing ed material and went upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door.

I looked at Lys who shook her head no and I stayed downstairs, hanging out with Chris. We broke out the Switch and played Mario Kart for a couple of hours. He kicked my ass, no mean feat. After Chris went to bed, I decided to download the new game engine that Cooper had brought up so I could look around its features. It was well after midnight when Lys poked her head in my office and simply said, “The door is open.”

I shut down my workstation and went upstairs. Amy was already lying down, wrapped in the sheet. I undressed and climbed in, noting that for the first time since the camping trip that Amy was dressed in full pajamas. I had no doubt that her attire included underwear, too; all blockades were up.

“Hey, Amy,” I said. She grunted.

“Love you, Sis,” I said, and she responded flatly saying that she loved me too. Well, at least there was that.

I laid down and put my arm around her. “It’s too hot,” she said and rolled away. I spent the next hour trying to fall asleep. I know I finally did fall asleep but only because sometime in the wee hours of the morning Amy woke me up.

“Dave, I…”

“I’m sorry, Amy,” I said, “I was insensitive.”

“No,” Amy corrected, “you were an asshole. But, I overreacted, too.”

I wasn’t about to contradict her, so I listened as she talked about how jobs and money were always a sensitive topic when she was growing up as a teen. Things got better for her family in her twenties but then the 2008 crash happened and her parents nearly lost their house, and they would have if she and her brothers hadn’t banded together to help.

I reached out and grabbed her hand in the darkness and squeezed it. She pulled our combined hands up and kissed mine.

The bed shook for a moment, and I assumed that she was just getting comfortable but after a moment she grabbed my hand again and guided me to her body. Flesh. I felt flesh. Amy had shrugged off her pajamas and now was next to me, naked. I must have hesitated because she said, “This is where we have make-up sex, dumbass.”

My head disappeared under the blanket, and I kissed my way down Amy’s stomach. I slid my tongue from her naval on down to her pussy lips, which were already wet. I paused a second to enjoy my sister’s arousal before I plunged my tongue into her core. Her thighs clamped tight around my head and Amy made a very hungry sound out of her mouth.

I began to lick slowly up and down, listening to Amy’s mewling cries. “Make me cum, David,” she urged. I latched my mouth to her clit, sucking it into my mouth and veritably assaulting it with my tongue. Amy’s body went rigid, and she buried her hand in her mouth in an effort to muffle her screams.

“You okay,” I asked Amy.

“Yeah,” she answered between breaths.

“You want some brother-dick, now?”

With a laugh, Amy answered, “Yes, please.” She pulled me up to her face, kissing me and tasting herself in the process. If I was hard before there are no words to describe what I was now. I wasted no time in sliding my dick into her.

Amy’s eyes crossed as I began to thrust into her. She arched her back to meet every thrust, driving me deeper inside her. I could tell by her reaction that this was going to be a big orgasm.

Amy’s hands dug into my shoulders, and I felt her nails rake my skin. Amy’s eyes widened and her mouth froze open in a silent scream. Her orgasmic convulsions had me legitimately concerned she was seizing for a second before she grabbed my head and pulled me in for another kiss.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and my own climax hit like an earthquake. By the time Amy and I both recovered she had started her insidious after-orgasm laughing. I shook my head at her and rolled over, taking her laughing frame in my arms, and holding her as we fell asleep.

Part IX

The next few weeks were amazing, and they flew by faster than I could blink. Amy was able to hire an assistant funeral director and the extra hands made it a lot easier for her at work. The decreased work stress led to a better home life, except for the proverbial one week a month. Jags, Cooper, and I had started experimenting with the new graphics and game engine.

At one point, Amy asked the three of us why we didn’t develop our own, we clearly had the talent. “Maybe next time,” we told her, “starting over once was more than enough.”

One morning in mid-August, Amy woke up with a puffy face, wheezing, and a bad cough with a fever. My heart dropped to my shoes. It had been almost three years to the day that Grace had passed away from COVID, and I had a good old fashioned panic attack when Amy got sick. We masked her up and ran her to see Doc Sophie who tested Amy for COVID and examined her; I could see Sophie was just as worried as I was.

After fifteen minutes, Sophie declared, with visible relief, that Amy was negative, “But,” Sophie said, “she has one hell of a sinus infection.” Sophie sent us away with a prescription for an antibiotic and a huge sense of relief. That night when we went to bed, I almost broke a three-year tradition by offering a prayer of thanks.

In retrospect this was one of the last “normal” nights we ever had.

Part X

August 18th arrived. For those of you out there who are astute, you have already surmised, it was the anniversary of Grace’s passing. In prior years the girls would have been on eggshells, worried I would tip back into the comfort of booze. This year, the mood was very different. Somber, yes but also hopeful.

We had all gathered in my living room. Sophie, Rose, Lys, and I made sure we had this day together every year and this year we were joined by Amy, Chris, and Clare. Amy kept us engaged all day to keep us from getting stuck in our own thoughts. She asked us questions about Grace and had us tell happy stories anytime we started to lag behind.

The bigger topic of the day (expectant mothers please excuse the pun) was the imminent arrival of David Seth Reed, my grandson. Steve and Rose had let slip the name, honoring one of Steve’s grandfathers and me, that morning. Rose had told her sister that the act of uttering his name would constitute a summoning and that she would go into labor. Poor Rose was only a few days overdue but made no secret that if the doctor called and offered to induce labor, she’d happily take her up on it.

Amy was finally feeling better after her bout with the sinus infection. Once the fevers stopped and she stopped puking from the postnasal drip Amy recovered pretty quickly, though like me the short term antibiotics didn’t do squat for her so she was on a full ten days of a broad spectrum antibiotic which means she spent a lot of time in the bathroom, anyway. This was the first day she felt even remotely close to one hundred percent.

At dinner, while I was avoiding the smell of the hot wings being handed around, Clare said, “I’m going to be seventeen soon. I’m going to need a car to drive to school…”

“You can take the school bus,” Amy countered.

“…and to drive to work,” Clare finished.

“Work,” Amy asked, surprised, “Where did you get a job?”

“Frank’s,” Clare said, “he asked if me I wanted to work in the kitchen after Rose’s baby is born.” Amy looked like she was struggling for an answer. I think it was for Amy to admit that her daughter was ready to take on responsibilities.

“The Culinary Institute of America gives credit to students with restaurant experience,” I said.

I watched Amy’s expression change from reluctance to nervous approval. “Okay,” she said, “but only if you keep your grades up.” Clare gave her mother a smile that came close to the smile Amy used to steal my heart in the spring.

Rose excused herself and waddled to the bathroom, muttering about pregnancy and bladders. I glanced at Steve and said, “if this were a sitcom, she’d come out and say her water broke.” Steve nodded in agreement, and we all laughed.

Lys said, “why don’t we play cards tonight? It’s a perfect night.”

“I’m all for cards but I’m not playing ‘Uno’ for money against you, again,” I said. Lys tried to look hurt, but she was already laughing too hard.

Lys started clearing the table while I hunted out the playing cards. I heard Rose come out of the bathroom and stand somewhere behind us. “Steve,” she said, “the summoning worked.”

The conversation in the room stopped and all eyes went to Rose. Sophie broke the silence, asking, “Water broke?

“Yeah.”

Amy laughed and said to Steve and me, “We’ll be right back after these messages.”

The room erupted into action. Sophie sat Rose down to look her over. Chris, who’d watched way too many old cartoons lately wanted to get hot water. Clare and Amy started gathering everything to take Rose to the hospital. Steve turned to me. The poor kid looked grey/green and was already shaking.

“Hey,” I said to him, “All you have to do is standby; Rose has the hard part. You got this.”

Slowly, Steve stood up. He was very mechanical at first, but he quickly began to function and then moved quickly. He and I got Rose to the car, loading Doc. Sophie with them and they took off to the hospital. I wrangled everyone who stayed behind and we rushed on our way.

We arrived at the hospital just behind the others and I got to see my youngest daughter being wheeled away to become a mom. The nurses gowned Steve and swiftly, he was gone, too. The rest of us found chairs and settled in for the long wait.

Part XI

Shortly before midnight, a nurse poked her head through the Labor and Delivery doors. She pointed at Amy and me and said, “Grandma and Grandpop, mom is asking for you.”

Amy started to protest that she wasn’t Rose’s mother, but I took her hand and pulled her along. “Yes, you are,” I said, making her smile.

The nurse led us to Rose’s room. The new Momma was holding her baby and the new Dad was slumped in a chair, succumbing to emotion and exhaustion.

“Hey Daddy,” Rose said when she saw me, “I want you to meet someone.” She carefully handed the wriggling newborn to me. “David Drake,” she continued, “meet David Seth Reed.”

I cradled my grandson in my arms. He was perfect. He was a perfect miniature human. And I already planned on teaching him to drive his mom crazy like she drove Grace and me as soon as he was able to learn. But more so than that, I remembered being in a room like this one two decades ago sitting in a chair like the one Steve was in. I think I lamented that I would never be in Steve’s spot again.

I heard Amy’s voice calling to me, it sounded like she was rooms away. My attention was a little hyper focused on little David. I heard Amy again, “Dave, are you okay?”

I blinked a few times to clear my eyes and smiled at her. I said, “Yeah, just a little flash back.” I very reluctantly handed little David back to Amy who cooed at the newborn.

Soon, the nurse was giving us the eye, so I kissed Rose goodnight and Amy and I were ushered from the room. Steve’s parents went in next. By hospital rules, anyone here this late shouldn’t be taken back to the patient rooms, but nobody was going to say “no” to the family of Sophie.

As we came back into the waiting room, I thought aloud, “Did anyone call Aunt Ellie?”

Lys nodded sleepily, “Yeah, they’ll all be out tomorrow. You two look dead on your feet, go get some sleep.” I opened my mouth to deny that I was tired but only a yawn came out.

I gathered Chris up from where he was sleeping, curled up on a bench, and Amy, Clare, and I trudged to the Jeep. As we drove home, Clare asked, “I guess this means I’ll be moving in with you and mom, now?”

“Yeah,” Amy confirmed, “but you would have had to for school, anyway.”

Though it was a short drive home, Clare fell asleep just like her brother.

Part XII

As the Jeep lurched a bit after I turned off the road onto my gravel drive, I heard Clare grumble as she woke up. It didn’t take long going from the garage to our bedrooms. Clare helped Chris to his room, if she hadn’t, he would have happily slept in the Jeep all night.

In our room, I sat on the bed while Amy used the ensuite. She came into the main bedroom naked and humming. She had a beautiful smile on her face. “What has you so happy,” I asked.

“I got to hold my first great nephew and grandson at the same time.” Amy looked incredibly happy and incredibly beautiful.

“Well,” I began, “technically he is not your grandson. We’re not married.”

“Oh,” she said as she climbed into my lap,” is that a proposal, finally?”

“Could be,” I replied, “but I don’t have a ring.”

Amy looked thoughtful for several seconds before quietly saying, “I don’t need a ring.”

I let several seconds pass before I spoke again. “So, if this is proposal,” I prompted, “is that a ‘yes’?”

“My parents…” she started to say then trailed off.

This was exactly what I’d been worried about since July. She was afraid to tell her parents about us, which was a reasonable reaction, but I didn’t think they’d object, either. I asked, “Do you think they won’t support us?”

“I don’t. But I don’t know, either.” I could tell this was upsetting her. She climbed off my lap and lay down with her back to me. I took the hint and held her from behind. She immediately sighed and settled into my arms. I knew that my dick was poking her in the ass.

After several minutes, Amy muttered something that sounded like, “fuck it,” and she rolled over to face me. “Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what? You really don’t think that your parents would understand and support us?”

Amy shook her head, “no asshole, not that. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

It took a moment for that declaration to sink through my sleep-deprived brain but when it did I grabbed Amy close and kissed her. I began to try to find my words and I was failing miserably. After a few seconds of stuttering, Amy put her finger to my lips.

“How about you stop trying to talk and give me some fiancé dick?”

We rolled in bed again until I was on top of Amy. One more quick adjustment later and I was sinking my cock into her, causing us both to let out a satisfied groan. I took my time as we made love, allowing both of our orgasms to build slowly. Amy cried out as she came, and I followed a moment later.

I drifted to sleep next to my sister/girlfriend/soon to be wife as she tried to suppress her after orgasm giggles. I remember thinking that nothing could ever break how good we felt in that moment.