I nodded and sat back, eyeing Bill’s beer with a thirst as he continued, “That’s when things went to shit with her and Christopher. She won’t admit it but the dreams picked up again. Christopher couldn’t handle it. Then about a year ago he takes off with this bimbo. They divorced and two weeks ago she gets the notification from that DNA outfit that you exist. She found your picture and shit went nuts. Then ‘bam!’ Here we are.
All I could say was, “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Allen and I told her not to expect too much, but Mom and Dad wanted her to come meet you. This brings us to yesterday morning when I get a text from her saying, ‘I think the man loves me, too.'”
Oh shit. I was certain I was a dead man.
“I’m not going to ask,” he said. “I really don’t want to know. But she is in love with you. You need to know this. She has been in love with you her entire life. If you take advantage of that or if you hurt her…” he crushed his beer can flat.
“Bill,” I said solemnly, I would rather step into a cage match with you than hurt her.”
“You and I,” Bill began, “we’re going to really become friends. Dave, I really like you. I think we could become like brothers. But remember, Amy and you may have shared a womb for nine months but she’s been my sister for a lot longer.”
We sat in silence for a moment before I asked, “Did you really just give me a brother to boyfriend speech?”
“I think I did,” he said while watching the nearby bonfire.
“Fair,” I said, “I’d do the same.”
“And that’s why I already like you,” he laughed. And just like that any tension evaporated and we started to laugh. We laughed long and hard until Amy came over to see what the hell was going on.
“Brother stuff,” Bill answered, sending us both back into laughter.
“I may have made a mistake,” Amy signed. I gave her a wink and I swear she blushed!
Amy grabbed an empty chair and sat down. “Mom and Dad are getting tired and want to be on their way, soon. Sophie and Lys said they’d ride home with Rose and Steven. Then if you’re okay the kids can ride with us and stay at your place tonight before we go home tomorrow.”
“That was my plan,” I said. “But you don’t have to leave tomorrow if you don’t want to. Stay a few more days. We can do laundry…”
This time Amy cut me off, “No, we do have to go home. I have a funeral Wednesday and I have to prep for it, Tuesday.”
“Okay,” I said, more than a little disappointed.
Bill got up saying he’d round up the folks leaving Amy and I alone for a moment.
“Thank you,” I said, “for a wonderful few days. I am really going to miss you.”
“New Paltz is only an hour and a half away. You aren’t getting rid of me that easy,” Amy said. A moment later she added, “How are we going to handle this? You know, with the kids and the family?”
“I won’t lie to your kids,” I said, “or mine. If we’re going to be together at all we have to find a way to tell them. Anything else is unfair. As for your folks and brothers? I have no fucking clue yet. But I think Bill expects it to happen.”
“Really,” she asked shocked.
“Yeah. He filled me in on the rest of your dreams. And let me tell you, ‘the man’ is going to find a way to fuck you tonight.”
“Oh,” she blushed again.
“If you can keep that banshee wail down, that is.”
Amy looked at me, shook her head, and said, “Asshole.”
Part VI:
Twenty minutes later found us packing the kids and the bags into the Jeep. We had a lot of tearful goodbyes and hugs and promises to see each other soon. Then we left for the house.
We pulled into my drive a little before midnight. Upon seeing the house Clare uttered a simple, “wow.” Chris was out cold ten minutes after we left the farm.
Once inside, Clare picked a bedroom and Amy carried Chris into another. When Amy came downstairs Lys excused herself leaving us alone with Sophie.
“I’ll be at work by the time you guys wake up tomorrow,” Sophie said. “I wanted to say goodbye and thank you to you, Aunt Amy.”
“You’re welcome,” Amy said, “But what for?”
“For bringing my father back,” Sophie answered. “And I’m sorry for this morning. It is none of my business.”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “You are my daughter and this affects you, too.”
“No, it really doesn’t. Shut up for a minute,” Sophie said sternly. “Dad, you were right. What bothered me is that Amy’s not Mom, but I was wrong. I love you and whatever brings you back to me is okay with me.”
Sophie gave each of us hugs and said good night, leaving Amy and I to each other. I sat down on my favorite chair and my lover, my beautiful sister, sat down on my lap. I held her close to me, breathing in her scent. We sat in silence for several minutes simply enjoying each other’s company. Her body was warm and soft against me. Where our skin touched I still felt the electricity I felt Friday night at Frank’s.
Amy leaned back into me, pressing me into the chair back. She finally broke the silence, “What are you thinking?”
“Honestly? I’m scared to death,” I said. I was but this was the first moment I could put it into words.
“Why, baby,” she asked, “Did someone say something?”
“No, no, no. Nothing like that.”
Amy twisted around in the chair so she could face me. She gently touched my face and said, “I know that frown. Out with it, mister.”
Swallowing I nodded my head, “For three years I felt like I’ve been punished. By God, or by the universe, or by whatever I don’t know. But I feel like for daring to ever be happy I’ve been punished. That I don’t deserve to be happy. The last time I was happy Grace was taken from me. And now if I get to a point of ‘happy’ I’m scared it’ll be you or the girls. We’ve only just found each other and already the thought of losing you has me sick with terror.”
Amy began to shake her head and she kissed me softly. “I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere.”
I pulled Amy into an embrace, fighting back more tears. She spun back around so my arms were crossed just above her breasts. I put my face near her shoulder, my mouth sitting in the space where her neck and shoulder met. Amy let out a soft cooing noise.
I remembered what I wanted to do to this spot of skin when I first saw it at Frank’s. I began to gently kiss her, trailing the kisses from back to front and back again. Every so often I’d let my tongue taste the saltiness of her skin.
“No,” she said with a giggle. “You’re in trouble for manhandling me down that hill, remember?”
I failed to listen and my kisses turned to a light sucking as I necked my sister.
“No!” She was still giggling. “Don’t you dare leave a mark that I’ll have to explain to Clare.”
I ignored her and alternated kisses and gentle sucks.
“Dammit, you’re being punished. No nookie for you.”
I started to combine sucking and kissing.
“Then again,” she began to reason, I would really be punishing myself, too. And that would just be silly.”
I dropped my hands to Amy’s breasts and began to squeeze them and rub her nipples through her clothes.
“Okay then,” she said adamantly, “upstairs. Bed. Now.”
I picked Amy up as I stood and headed toward the stairs. As I was taking each step, she told me that I didn’t play fair.
She was right, of course. I’d never tell her but this was a very practiced technique.
We reached the landing and she patted me on the back, “Put me down for a second. I want to check on the kids. I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
After I put Amy down I went into my room, undressed, and got into bed. I heard Amy open and close doors down the hall and then open and close the door to “her” room. A minute later she walked back into my room, closed, and locked the door behind her.
Amy was wearing a jade kimono that she had failed to fasten. The edges of the robe hid her nipples but left her shaven mound clearly visible. “Chris is out cold and Clare is wearing ear pods and listening to her death metal. They won’t hear a damn thing.”
Amy posed with her left leg angled against her right allowing the kimono to open more and exposing her breasts. “Do you like?”
“Immensely,” I answered. “But there is one thing I want to know. It is pretty rare for a woman our age and a mother to boot to shave their pubic hair.”
“You don’t like,” she asked.
“Oh no, I like it very much. Always have.”
“I kept them shaved in school when I was dating Bridget, my ex-girlfriend. Christopher hated the look. He said it made me look like a child and that creeped him out. Once he was gone, I shaved again because I like the look.”
“Well to each their own,” I said. “But personally, I think Christopher was an idiot.”
Amy pulled the sheet from me; my cock was at full mast. “No wasting this one!” She was never going to let that go.
“To tell you the truth, they’re coming a lot easier with you around,” I said with a grin.
“You’re still in trouble, mister. You’re doing all the work, tonight.”
“Not seeing the punishment,” I said as I started kissing her on her toes and slowly, I began to climb her body. I kissed and licked my way up Amy’s shins, her knees, and her thighs. Finally, I ran my tongue through her folds and nibbled on her nub. She was already soaked.
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