For the first time in well over an hour I looked at the table. We had long since finished the meal and I could see Lys giving me the “I want to go home now,” eyes. I paid the bill and walked Amy to the door.
Rain was coming down in sheets. We couldn’t even see the lights from the road let alone the motel across the street.
“Shit,” Amy said, “I walked over here.”
“No worries,” I said, “I’ll drive you over.”
“Great!” We’ll still get wet but at least it’ll be faster. I want to keep talking.”
I got Lys’s attention and told her what I was DOING. Told her I’d be home late and to please let Sophie know.
“Behave, old man,” she replied as Amy and I ran to the car.
Well, she was right about one thing. We were fucking soaked. Amy and I were laughing like loons, like children playing outside caught in a storm. I was happy and relieved that I didn’t scare her off.
I pulled into the space next to her car and Amy looked at me from the passenger seat.
“Come to the room for a bit. Dry off and maybe the rain will stop in the meantime.”
I said yes without a moment’s hesitation.
Part V
As Amy unlocked the door my phone dinged. I quickly read the message and said aloud, “Sophie wants to know if we can do the blood draw tomorrow at 4:00.”
“Sounds good,” Amy said.
An idea occurred to me. “Why don’t you come out to the house for lunch? Then you can meet my youngest and then we can head over to the hospital together.”
“I’d like that!”
I quickly texted Sophie back that we’d be there and then texted Rose to come over for lunch. Rose asked if she could bring “the lunkhead” and I was good with that.
Amy excused herself and went into the bathroom. She came out a few moments later wearing a fluffy, white robe while toweling her hair. It was a very short, fluffy, white robe. If she bent the wrong way I’d get one hell of a show. I wondered if she had panties on under the robe.
“There’s another robe if you want to put your wet things on the towel warmer,” she said, pointing to the bathroom.
“Why no,” I answered going into the other room.
Her dress was already on the warmer and I quickly added my pants and shirt. I pushed the dress aside and there on the lower rack was a tiny pair of panties. Barely even a thong. Guess that answered my question.
“What the hell,” I figured. My briefs joined her thong and I grabbed the remaining robe. Wow, this one was just as short as hers. If I sneezed something would fall out!
I went back into the entry way and she called me from a set of double doors. I followed her voice into a living area with a fireplace and a hot tub.
She saw me glance at it and said, “Looks like they gave me a honeymoon suite of some kind, complete with tacky 70s décor.
I had to admit, the room looked like it would have been more at home in Niagara Falls. The upholstery was gold shag. I can’t describe how fucking ugly it was. Amy and I looked at each other and shared a laugh.
I sat in the chair opposite the couch she sat down on. She had her legs firmly pressed together to contain some modesty and I made sure my robe hung down in the front.
“Where did we leave off,” Amy asked.
“I broke the mood bitching about my brothers,” I answered. “How about kids? You met Sophie and her wife. Tomorrow you’ll meet Rose & Steven. You said you had a boy?”
“Yup,” she nodded her head. “Chris. He’s eight and my older daughter is Claire. She’s 16.”
Amy popped her phone off the table and gave it a few taps. She pulled up a picture to show me.
In the picture Amy was with her family. Clare looked like me, to be honest. Chris looked just like his mother. That kid would have no want for dates in high school. Heaven help Amy when that came around. There was a guy in the picture that I assumed to be her husband. Blonde and chiseled. He looked like a fucking douche.
I pointed to the douche in the picture and asked, “Is that your husband?”
“Was,” she said. “Christopher, Sr. He felt the need to make off with our make-up lady.”
I looked at her a little puzzled, “Make-up lady?”
Amy quickly made me promise not to be weirded out. When I agreed she said, “We’re funeral directors. Well, assistant directors.”
“No shit!”
“No shit given,” she replied, “We both work for New Paltz Memorial Parlor. At least Christopher did until six months ago when he and the bimbo ran off to California.”
My lizard brain rejoiced. She was single! My newly-developing brother’s brain wanted to find and punch the douche in the jaw. “He’s a fucking idiot. I’d never leave you,” I said without thinking.
“Thank you,” she laughed, “My brother, Bill calls him the douche.”
“I like Bill, already.”
We both laughed. It wasn’t an uncomfortable laugh at all but it was the laugh of two people genuinely enjoying each other’s company.
“I have a confession to make,’ Amy said. I didn’t like the sound of this. “I Googled you before I came out to the house today. Like I said this afternoon, little Chris loves your ‘Blade and Bolt” games. He’s played all of them. He’s going to be so excited when he meets you. I had to stop him from already bragging to his friends that his uncle created them.”
I know I smiled but I didn’t say anything. I stopped paying attention to her words for a moment. Her robe had opened partially and I caught a glimpse of one very hard nipple. I hoped to hell I wasn’t staring but the odds weren’t good.
“Oh sorry,” she said. “I’m assuming you’ll want to meet my kids.”
I shook myself back to paying attention. “Of course I want to meet them! And your parents too if they’re willing. I want to thank them for doing what my parents didn’t.”
“You sir,” Amy smiled, “are a charmer.”
“I do my best.”
“I can tell,” she said. “I know! Let’s watch a movie. I’ll even start a fire. I’m just not ready for the night to end.”
Amy jumped up and bent over, looking at the controls of the gas fireplace. I looked at the television and saw that the prime viewing spot for it was from inside the hot tub. Shit, I needed to leave before I did something stupid.
I looked back at Amy to say I should go and I realized that while she was bent over her robe rode up. I was treated to a spot-on view of her apple-shaped bottom and past that a stunningly cute, clean shaved pussy. Every bit of my being wanted to jump off my seat and get a taste of the nectar I saw gathering there. Holy shit. She was turned on.
My words caught in my throat and all that came out was, “oh…”
Amy stood up and turned around immediately, realizing what had happened. Her face was a fascinating shade of red.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to … oh…” She gave a nervous cough and uttered another, “oh…”
I followed her gaze to my crotch. Yup. I was as hard as steel again. And it was peaking out of the robe.
“I’m guessing you liked the view,” she said, never taking her eyes off my dick.
“Damn,” I quietly said, “second wasted one today.”
Startled, she asked, “What?”
Oh fuck. I said that out loud. I needed to go. Now.
I stood up quickly securing the robe as best as I could. “I should go. I’m very sorry,” I said while thinking that if I kept the image all the way home that maybe this erection wouldn’t be wasted at all.
I turned to go to the bathroom for my things when Amy grabbed my hand. I turned back around, looking right into her eyes. Hazel, I noted. Just like mine.
“Please don’t.” said all but begged.
We looked at each other for another moment. I don’t know if Amy launched herself into my arms or if I pulled her into mine but the results were the same. In the blink of an eye we were kissing. I’m pretty sure she started it but I joined in without thought or hesitation. Her lips tasted like mint. And they were so, so soft. I could feel the heat from her body through the robes.
She broke the kiss and undid the belt on my robe. I sprung free, waving in the air of the motel room comically. Amy slowly undid her robe and let it fall to the ground. Her body was exactly as I imagined it. It was perfect. This was so wrong. Her breasts were pert and firm. Her nipples had hardened to perfect points in the center of pink areolas.
“I wouldn’t want you to waste an erection,” she said.
I didn’t have much of a chance to take in Amy’s legs because, to my surprise, she jumped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. I marveled at how soft her skin felt against me yet how electric the sensation of her touch was.
I quickly sat down on the couch with her in my lap. Amy adjusted and lined my cock up with her entrance as she let herself drop down. Amy made a contented hissing noise as she impaled herself to my root.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned, “you feel incredible!”
I felt incredible? If I felt incredible there were no words to describe how she felt. I could never remember feeling a vagina that was so wet, so fitting, so soft, so…perfect. Never in my life did sliding into someone feel this good. Cue the guilt, of course. No guilt that I was fucking my twin sister who I had just met maybe six hours ago. No, the guilt was that it felt amazing. Better than even Grace. Amy felt better than anything or anyone I could imagine.
Amy began to rise and lower herself on my cock. She sped up and her moaning became more vocal. My mind kept repeating, “Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t cum to fast.” My lizard brain cried with joy.
It wasn’t long before I began to feel the tell-tale signs of the grand finale.
“I’m going to cum soon, Amy,” I said.
“Good.”
“I’m going to cum IN you soon, Amy.”
“You’re going to cum in your sister? Your twin sister,” she asked, taunting.
“Yes, I am,” I answered. I wanted to add “especially if you keep talking like that.”
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