Rose fixed me with an admonishing look. “You can’t make Aunt Amy stay at that shitty motel. You have three spare rooms here!”
Fuck. Rose was either making this super easy on me or making it torture. I didn’t know which just yet.
I looked at Amy and said, “If you’d rather stay here I’d be happy to have you.” My lizard brain wanted me to add the word, “again.”
“I don’t want to waste money,” Amy said. “The motel room is already paid for.”
Rose, oh helpful Rose quickly came back, “Steven’s uncle owns the motel. He’ll get your money back.”
Well, that settled it. Steven, Rose, and Amy went to the motel when we were done eating lunch. By 2:30 they were back putting Amy’s bags into the guest room across from the master suite.
Rose and Steven said their goodbyes shortly after that and Amy and I settled down in the living room to continue talking.
“Okay,” she said, “I have some questions.”
“Alright. We have about 30 minutes before we have to head out to the hospital.”
“First,” Amy began, “What was that little wink Lys gave you when she left?”
“Oh yeah,” bet I was frowning now, “I walked in this morning and she took one look at me and knew.”
“She knew what?”
“That we had sex. She uh…said she could smell it on me.”
Amy looked quite upset, “What do we do?”
“Oh shit,” I said quickly, “no worries. Lys knows how to stay quiet and I think she thought it was hot.”
Amy looked at me dubiously.
“No, really. I’m not kidding.”
“I hope to hell you are right. Okay, next question: What’s the business about wasting erections?”
“Oh,” I coughed in embarrassment. “I’m old and I have high blood pressure. They don’t come on demand like the used to, so I don’t like to waste them.”
“Okay,” Amy said leaning forward. “you said that last night’s would have been the second wasted one. When was the first?”
“When I saw you at dinner. You were absolutely gorgeous.”
“Oh,” she smiled. “I would have thought it was when you were looking at my tits when we met.”
“Nah. Didn’t get one then. It came later.” Fuck. Didn’t intend on admitting that.
“When?”
“In the shower after I called you. I uh…took care of that one.”
“Was it because of me?”
I nodded with a smile.
“Confessions,” she said, “I rubbed one out in the shower before dinner, too. And yeah, it was because of you.”
“Told you so,” came from my lizard brain. I really wished it would shut the fuck up.
“Okay time to change the subject. What’s the real reason you don’t use the hot tub?”
I started to laugh. “I’d love to tell you but I don’t know if I am allowed.”
I sent a text to Lys, “Hey: Amy wants to know about the hot tub incident.”
“Give her a minute to respond,” I said to Amy. “If she lets me tell you, you can never tell anyone. Especially Sophie.”
“Oh God,” Amy said, “you didn’t fuck Lys in the hot tub, did you?”
“No, nothing to do with me.”
I checked the message, “What? Oh, what the hell. It’s only fair since I know what you two did last night.”
I smiled. “So, one night I came home from an attempted date.”
“What’s an attempted date?”
“One where the woman can’t let it go that I don’t want a drink, so I ended it early.”
“Gotcha, then what?”
“I walked in and I didn’t see anyone. The deck lights were on so I went out to see who was actually home.”
“And,” Amy prompted.
“There was Lys, stark naked and sitting on the edge of the hot tub facing me. And in the water with her back to me was Sophie with her face planted firmly in Lys’s crotch.”
“Oh shit,” Amy said. “What did you do?”
“I stopped cold and Lys looked right at me. To be a smart-ass she wiggled her tits at me and I fled back inside.”
“Jesus. And Sophie never knew you saw them?
“Nope. But I avoid the hell out of the hot tub unless I know I’m home alone.”
Amy began laughing. Every time she stopped she would look at me and start all over again. Finally, she pulled herself together and asked, “Did they look good, at least?”
I had to be honest. “They’re 25-year-old tits. Of course they looked good.” Now I was laughing.
Just as we got ourselves under control Amy said, “She is an attractive girl. I would have done her in college.”
I looked at her with an amused expression.
“Hey, Christopher wasn’t my first. And he sure as hell isn’t in the top three.”
“Oh,” I said, “who is?”
“Well number three was a girl a year ahead of me in college. She could make my clit sing an opera. Number two was her brother. Wow.”
I shook my head chuckling, “And number one?”
“Number one was this guy I met yesterday afternoon. He still owed me a repeat performance. I don’t do one-night stands.”
Amy leaned in and we kissed in a decidedly non-sibling way. Her lips were exactly how I remembered them. Perfect.
“How about it? Do I get another run,” she asked?
“Amy,” I said, “you are amazing.”
She moved back and looked at me. “But…” she said.
“No buts. You are the first person I’ve been with since Grace died. The third person overall. And we just met. And you are my twin sister.”
“So that’s a ‘no?'”
I hated the sound of her question. There was genuine heartbreak in that question.
“That isn’t what I’m saying at all, Amy. I’m saying that this is overwhelming, and I don’t want to fuck whatever this is up. I don’t want to hurt either one of us. Or my girls. Or your kids or your family!”
“But you DO want me,” she asked.
“Yes, I really rather think I do.”
“And,” she asked, “you don’t want last night to be a one-time thing?”
“No, I certainly do not.”
“One more confession,” she said. “I’ve dreamed about you my entire life. Even well before I knew you really existed. I would dream about you writing your games, raising your babies, and even your losses. I’ve been in love with you since I was a girl. And then I found out you were real.”
She opened the picture app on her phone and tapped into a few folders before handing it to me.
“These are photos of picture I’ve been drawing my entire life.”
The pictures were all very good. Even ones that were done by her as a child. Every last one was amazing in detail. Every last one spoke of the emotion she put into them. Every last one was me. They were me all at different stages of my life. I handed Amy back the phone without a word. I was absolutely speechless.
Amy began to stammer and finally was able to say, “they always say twins can sense each other. You always looked so lonely. Fuck, I hope I haven’t freaked you out.”
I stood up in front of Amy and pulled her gently to her feet. I reached out and held her hand before wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her. I kissed Amy hard and deep.
My hands dropped own her body and cupped her ass through the sun dress. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands. “Hey look,” my lizard brain chimed in, “no panties!”
My lizard brain was such a child.
Part III
When we broke the kiss she was flushed and breathing heavily. I was hyper-focused on every curve of her body.
“Oh look,” she said with a sly smile, “Another erection not to waste.”
“I’m afraid this one is going to have to wait. I don’t want to be late for Sophie. She’s pissed enough at me for not coming home last night.”
“It is so cute that she’s so protective of you.”
“Let’s see if you still think that after she gets done with you.”
We drove to the hospital and got there about ten minutes early. I told the receptionist that we had an appointment with Dr. Drake and we were led to the waiting area.
Sophie herself came out and pulled us into an exam room. “We’re going to take a couple of vials from each of you. The blood type matching will be quick; I’ll come home with those results. But that just proves that it is possible you’re siblings. The DNA matching will take a few weeks and that’ll be IF we’re lucky. But we can test Aunt Amy’s blood for a few of the genetic issues grandmom’s family has.”
“Like what,” Amy was alarmed.
“Specifically, a blood clotting disorder. Our family clots fast and easy. Dad has it but not badly. Uncle Dean has it bad and I bet Uncle Cal does, too. If you have it there is a huge chance that you’re one of us. Almost definite.”
Sophie took our blood *and* she took it easy on us. It was almost painless.
“Dad, I want to talk to Aunt Amy alone for a minute.”
Oh shit. I nodded and went back to the waiting area.
“Did he drink,” Sophie asked Amy immediately.
“No,” Sophie answered. “Honestly, no. He fell asleep on the couch mid-sentence. I left him there.”
“Yeah. That sounds like Dad.” Sophie seemed satisfied. Seemed. “Oh, Rosie already said she’d invited you to stay at the house she doesn’t live at anymore. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“Is that okay,” Amy asked.
“You’re making Dad smile. You’re making him engage with life. Short of sleeping with him you can move in for all I care. Seriously: Thank you for brining my father back.”
Amy entered the waiting room with a happy grin. “You’re off the hook,” she said as she grabbed my arm. We left the hospital arm and arm with Amy grinning like a fool.
“Where to,” I asked.
“Well if we’re going to a picnic tomorrow, I need some picnic clothing. What I brought with me doesn’t actually work well for being outdoors.”
“I know just the place,” I said and drove to our little mall on the far side of town.
Pulling into the lot I said, “Nothing quite as trendy as New Paltz but you can get what you need here.” Amy stuck her tongue out at me.
We went inside still arm and arm. I led her to a clothing store near the game shop I still frequented and told her she could text me or come find me when she was done. I was no fun to clothes shop with.
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