Literotic asexstories – Amy – June: Weddings & Revelations 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. Thank you to everyone who has hung on through Dave & Amy’s story. It’s about to take a roller coaster ride and I hope you’re ready. Sorry for the brevity of the last installment, I didn’t want to make everyone wait potentially two weeks between chapters. And thank you for your patience while I was away and unable to write. This should be a bigger one.
Amy — Summer Begins: Problem Solving & Celebrations
Part One
I told Amy that we had a busy day lined up for Friday and I wasn’t lying. After waking up to the sound of Amy in the shower I joined her for a quick hosing off and we went down to breakfast. Sophie and Lys took the whole weekend off to help with the wedding. Their job today was to make sure the tents and the catering was all set up for the wedding the next day. Amy and I had to stop at my lawyers to sign the partnership contracts, go to the bank to pick up the cashier’s check, and then run by the funeral home to buy it. On top of that I had to find time to get to the tailor with Chris to pick up our tuxedos.
After breakfast, Sophie checked my eyes and asked me a bunch of annoying questions before pronouncing me okay to drive. About damn time.
With Chris in tow, we set out and stopped at the lawyer. The firm had represented my father and grandfather and held in trust the accounts of our inheritance. In short, they’d been protecting my family for over 50 years. The three of us were shown into the attorney who was currently handling my business, Mr. Thomas Swift (no kidding, that’s really his name), Esq.
While Amy carefully read the contract, Tom asked to speak to me in private. “I spoke to your brothers, this week,” he said, “and they’re asking about allocating a share of the inheritance to your…sister?”
“Really?”
I was pleasantly surprised and impressed that my brothers thought of doing something like this; effectively the “right thing.”
“Yes, David. What are your thoughts on it?”
“Let’s do it, Mr. Swift,” I replied.
“We should wait until the proof is furnished. I assume you’ve had a DNA test?”
“Yes. It should be in in a few weeks.”
“Good. We’ll be able to move forward then,” Tom said.
“Don’t you want to know how I ‘suddenly’ have a sister, Mr. Swift?” He looked at me with a knowing gaze but didn’t answer. Son of a bitch. He knew.
“I take it you knew,” I asked.
“Yes, David, I knew. The details were in your grandfather’s will. I read it recently.”
Holy shit! I was on the cusp of answers.
“Why did he make my parents give her up,” I urged.
“I am not permitted to divulge that,” Tom answered.
“Goddammit, Swift! My grandfather has been dead for 42 years. I have a right to know.”
Tom smiled apologetically. Jesus, even now, 42 years later, people were still scared of my grandfather. How did I never know what a bastard he was? I considered arguing with Tom but I realized he was barely older than me. He wasn’t part of the original fuckery that led to this situation. And the men who were responsible for that bucket of fuckery were long gone. Yelling at Tom wouldn’t get me anywhere.
“As a beneficiary I want to see my grandfather’s will, Mr. Swift,” I said, changing tactics.
“I can have it pulled from the archives again, David. But the archivist is off until Wednesday.”
“I’ll make the appointment, Tom,” I said and we shook hands. As I turned to rejoin Amy, I had a thought. “Hey Tom,” I said, “can a minor sign a non-disclosure agreement?”
“I’ll have to look into that but I suspect if the parent or guardian sign that they’ll be responsible it may be possible. Why?”
“The kid is a fan of my games. I’d like him to be a tester but he’ll have to sign an agreement.”
“Hm,” Tom mused, “it is a good question. I’ll have an answer as soon as I can.”
I rejoined Amy who was just signing the contract. When she was done, I scanned the document for important information then signed it as well. Amy and I were now business partners.
Chris, who had been growing ever more bored asked, “Do I need to sign anything?”
“Not today, bud. You’re good,” I said, clapping Chris on the shoulder with a laugh.
Our next stop was the bank and it was much quicker. We were in and out in a few minutes and then we set off to the funeral home, check in hand.
We pulled up to the funeral home and Amy asked, “Coming in or staying in the car?”
“The last time I saw the Feinbergs was when Grace died,” I said, “If Chris doesn’t want to go in, I’ll stay out here with him. I’ll keep him from getting bored.” Chris didn’t particularly want to go into a funeral home either, so we stayed put while Amy went inside.
Fifteen minutes later, while Chris and I watched a Twitch stream of a guy playing the last Blade and Bolt (Chris assured me the guy sucked at it), Amy came out with a stack of papers and a nervous smile.
“Well in two weeks,” she said, “We own a funeral home!”
I gave her a congratulatory kiss on the cheek and Chris reached over the seats and gave her a hug. With that, we were on to our last stop.
We walked into the tailor and Chris and I were taken to the fitting rooms. While I tried on my tux, the tailor taught Chris how to put his on complete with bowtie and cummerbund. I said to Chris that we needed to show his mom before we were done. We went out front to present ourselves to Amy.
“You need to wear one of these more often,” Amy gushed at us and then she whispered to me, “you are fucking hot.”
I gave her ass a little, secret squeeze and Chris and I went back to change out of our penguin suits. Once back in street clothes I sent Chris out to his mom while I paid for the rentals.
“Has my daughter-in-law picked her tux up, yet,” I asked.
“Yes, Mr. Drake,” he responded.
“Did she pay up front?”
“No, she put a deposit down and is going to pay the balance on return.”
“Add it to my bill,” I said. “In fact, can I order a tux in my measurements? Same style but I’d like to purchase it. You never know when it’ll come in handy.”
The tailor was more than happy to accommodate my purchase.
When I came back to the front room, Amy was just hanging up her phone. “That was Glenn Ross,” she said, “he’s going to bring Aiden and Clare’s friend, Jess to the wedding so they have a familiar face tomorrow.”
“Great,” I said. Then another inspiration struck me and I pulled my phone out and dialed J.R. Ross.
“David! It is nice to hear from you,” J.R. boomed. “Sorry I haven’t called you but it has been a shit week.”
“Don’t I know it, J.R. I started the week in the hospital.”
“Oh shit, son. What happened?”
I explained to J.R. what happened and despite the seriousness of it he chuckled and said that I had my mother’s coordination. He wasn’t wrong. I neglected to mention exactly *what* caused me to trip.
“J.R., Rose is getting married tomorrow. She always thought of you as another grandfather and she’d love to see you. Your son is bringing Aiden out to keep Amy’s son company. Why don’t you come out? It would mean a lot to my girl.”
“Heh,” J.R. grunted, “and give us a chance to talk, too. Is your Aunt going to be there?”
“Yup. She’ll be there along with my uncle,”
“Well, can’t be a perfect day, can it?” J.R. always had a thing for my aunt. Even when he was married, he always said that if they both wound up single, he’d want a shot at her. J.R. said that he’d be happy to come and I gave him the details on when to be there.
“Let’s get home,” I said to Amy and Chris. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day.”
We had our meals and spent the rest of the day making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. By evening all of us were tired and ready for bed.
As we climbed the stairs, Chris asked, “Uncle Dave? Would you tuck me in?”
“What,” I began in mock outrage, “You want to be tucked in? By me? What are you, *eight*?”
Chris giggled and said, “Yes, Uncle Dave. I’m eight!”
“Well,” I said, “okay then!”
“Brust your teeth and get changed,” Amy said, “Uncle Dave will be there in a minute. As soon as Chris was out of sight Amy and I locked in a deep kiss.
“Thank you for everything, Dave,” Amy started, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay what you’ve done for us.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I said, “I’m repaying you.”
Amy looked puzzled and shook her head.
“You saved me, Amy,” I said as we both bent our heads toward each other until our foreheads touched.
“I’m ready, Uncle Dave,” Chris interrupted the moment.
I let Chris pull me into his bedroom and he climbed into bed with a yawn. I trucked the blankets around him and said goodnight. I turned to leave.
“Uncle Dave,” he called sheepishly.
“Yeah bud?” I looked at Chris and he looked so much like Rose looked at his age that I had a serious moment of Déjà vu.
“Do you love Mom?”
“Yeah, of course I do. She’s my sister, bud. You love Clare, right?”
“No,” he protested, “do you *love* love her?”
“That’s a big question for a little guy who has to be up early in the morning,” I said. “Get some sleep.”
“Okay, Dad….uhm…I mean Uncle Dave.”
I was grateful I was already facing away. My eyes misted over and I again thought of how much of an idiot Amy’s ex, Christopher was. His loss was my gain.
“G’night bud,” I said and I clicked the light off.
I went into the hall and quietly closed Chris’s door. As I turned around, I walked right into Sophie’s arms. I heard her sniff and realized she’d been crying.
“I take it you heard what he said,” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, “is it okay if I wished he was my little brother, too?”
“Yeah, Soph. It’s okay.”
“Love you, Daddy. Go get some rest. You have a rough day coming. Go be with your girlfriend.”
“Thank you,” I said giving her a kiss on the forehead.
I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. Amy was sitting on the bed talking to Lys. When I came in, Lys gave me a little smile and left the room while I went into the ensuite and washed up. On the vanity, in plain sight, was the home waxing kit. I grabbed the wax from it and walked back into the bedroom.
“Are you sure you want me to do this,” I asked, holding up the container of wax.
In answer, Amy threw back the covers. She was lying there, butt naked, having stripped quickly while I was in the bathroom. She spread her legs wide and rubbed her hand over her pussy and pubic area.
I shook my head and told her that I’d be right back. I ran downstairs and grabbed the instructions. I started heating the wax and while that was happening, I grabbed some ibuprofen and an analgesic burn cream. I ran back upstairs with my supplies and looked at Amy on the bed. She was lightly teasing her clit while waiting for me. I slowly ran my hand along her mound feeling the light hair that had been growing there. Sure, there was growth but it was far from “wild” as Amy had put it.
“This is going to hurt,” I said.
“I’m ready,” Amy assured me.
“Have you ever had this done before,” I asked.
“No,” Amy smirked, “have you?”
“No. But Grace bought a kit once. She couldn’t bring herself to use it, though. When Rose was fourteen, she had this dick of a boyfriend who, though we didn’t know it, was trying to pressure her into shit. One night we came home from a dinner out and Rose came down the stairs with a towel around her waist, walking funny. She got one of her numb-nut friends to help her use the kit and she apparently screamed so loud that the friend fled the house. Grace said that Rose’s pubic area was so red that it glowed.”
“Guessing that Rose never did that again,” Amy giggled.
“If she did, she did a better job of hiding it.”
I put the wax on Amy per the instructions. As an after-thought as I let the wax set, I grabbed my leather wallet and handed it to Amy.
“Uhm…thank you?”
“Bite down on it. Trust me. This is going to hurt.”
“You keep saying that,” Amy said, giving me a wry smile. She put the wallet to the side.
“Okay,” I said with a shrug. I was pretty sure how this was going to go down, so I made sure the door was locked and uttered a quiet thank you that I didn’t have neighbors within ear shot.
“Ready?”
Amy nodded.
“3, 2, 1…”
I ripped the strip of paper from the first stream of wax. As it came free, bringing the sparse hair with it, Amy howled and her hands flew to protect her mound.
Almost immediately, there was a knock at the door and three people demanding to know if Amy was okay.
“We’re fine,” Amy stammered out.
“Why’d you scream, Mom,” Chris asked with panic evident in his voice.
“She saw a mouse, Bud,” I answered.
“Aw, Mom. Mice aren’t scary,” Chris replied and we heard him retreat back to his room. My phone dinged.
Lys: “A mouse? Really? What happened? Wrong hole?
Yeah, Lys went there.
I snapped a picture of the kit and texted it back. A moment later we could hear Lys and Sophie howling themselves but with laughter. It was infectious and I started to laugh as well.
“You three suck,” Amy said, sullenly.
“Do you want me to stop,” I asked when I got myself under control.
“I’m not a quitter. Get it done.”
This time, as I readied to pull the next strip she grabbed and bit down on my wallet.
I finished waxing Amy smooth. When I was done, she had tears streaming down her face. I kissed them away and she clung to my neck.
“I am never doing that again,” she said, “Fuck your jealousy. I’m getting it lasered.”
“Whatever you want, baby. It isn’t my body.”
I handed Amy the ibuprofen and the she gratefully swallowed them with water. I began to put the cream that I had brought up over the inflamed area.
“That feels nice,” she said.”
“Yeah, it is an analgesic burn cream. It cools the skin while it helps with the pain.”
“Thank you, Dave,” she said, sleepily.
“I’m sorry about…,” I said, pointing to Amy’s crotch.
“You tried to warn me. But how does it look?”
“Red but pretty fucking hot. I can clearly see your pussy.”
Truth be told, it looked fucking delicious.
“Come to bed,” Amy said, “no touching tonight, though.”
I nodded and climbed into bed next to her. I put my around Amy and she stayed the entire night with her legs splayed open and with no covers.
I did warn her.
Part Two:
My alarm went off at 6:30. Amy was already out of bed and out of the room when I opened my eyes. I took a quick shower and trimmed my beard back to something a little less “hermit-like” and closer to “eccentric computer guy”. After dressing, I wandered downstairs. My knee twinged a bit; I still had to take it easy on the stairs.
I went into the kitchen to find the ladies and Chris around the table eating breakfast. I got several “good mornings” and one annoyed grunt (from Sophie). She was never a morning person.
“What’s the plan,” I asked, grabbing cereal and my BP pill. The breakfast of washed-up champions.
“Lys is going to coordinate the caterer when they get here,” Amy said. “I’m going to get the tent people set up. It is close enough to how a funeral is set up and the locals should meet the new funeral lady.”
Sophie added, “I’m going to get Uncle Cal to help figure out the parking when he gets here.” Cal was a civil engineer and had a brain for that type of organization. It would also make him feel involved and that would make him happy.
“What’s my job, boss,” I asked Amy.
“When Steven gets here you need to go over to Rose’s and keep her busy until it’s time to come here.”
“Is she getting her hair done or anything? Did anyone think of that,” I asked. I was impressed that I thought of it.
Amy fixed me with a dirty look, “of course we did. She and Clare went to get their hair done first thing this morning. Steven will come over when they get back.”
“Great. What time do I have to be back here with everyone?”
“Shoot for one. We’ll text you.”
It felt like we were breaking from a huddle. I got up and looked at Chris. “You’re with me, kid.”
“Cool,” he cried out and did a dance in his seat.
Steven showed up a little after 11:00 with his tux and all the dresses. Amy sent Clare a quick text to make sure everything was ready and told her to meet Chris and I at a local diner for lunch.
Chris, to my delight, never once let on that there was something special about today. The kid was a pro. We finished lunch and Clare got the “all clear” message that we’d been waiting for.
“Mom needs me to stop at Uncle Dave’s before we head back to your place, Rose. Is that okay?”
“Sure, sweety,” Rose said. She seemed to genuinely love spending time with her cousin.
We drove out to the homestead with Rose and Clare following us. Pulling into the drive, I was impressed with how things were going so far. The ladies had managed to keep the tent directly behind the house and out of sight. The cars must have all been parked behind the RV garage; another advantage of having a lot of property.
Chris and I entered through the garage and Clare and Rose came thought the front door. Rose stopped cold in the living room, confronted by the sight of Steve kneeling in front of her wearing his tux. Amy and Sophie stood on either side of him in their dresses.
“Wha…what’s going on,” Rose asked, “and why is everyone dressed up?”
“We’re getting married,” Steve said.
Rose looked at me and I pointed to the back of the house. Rose waddled (sorry) over to the kitchen window and looked outside at the crowd waiting for her.
“How did you do all this,” Rose asked me.
“Wasn’t me,” I corrected her, “this was all your fiancé.”
Rose was becoming understandably emotional. She embraced Steve and started to cry. Amy and Sophie looked on with goofy smiles.
“This is okay, right,” he asked nervously.
“Of course, it is, dummy,” Rose cry-laughed.
“Alright,” Amy went back into General mode, “let’s get this moving.” She pointed to Chris and me. “Get dressed.” She pointed to Steve. “You: Outside. No seeing the bride in her dress before the ceremony.”
Steve scuttled out of the door and I said, “I’d like to speak to all the Drakes before we go out. Meet back here, please.”
“Am I a Drake,” Chris asked.
“Close enough for government work,” I replied.
“Huh?”
“He means yes, Chris,” Amy laughed.
I grabbed the kid and we went upstairs to put our tuxes on. Lys came out of her bedroom wearing a tux of her own. She gave me a “Groucho Marx” eyebrow wiggle and went down to join the others. The tux suited Lys.
I heard from downstairs Sophie say, “Okay, Rosebush,” (Rose hated that nickname, it was a reminder of the waxing incident. “Let’s get you stuffed into your dress.” I shook my head and went into my room.
I was able to get dressed and then help Chris with his bowtie. He gave me a smile and tugged at it, saying, “I wear a bowtie now. Bowties are cool.”
Hm: At least someone taught him well. I suspected it was his uncle, Allen.
We joined the gathering in the living room. Rose, Clare and Sophie were still upstairs dressing Rose. Amy was pacing nervously until she saw Chris and I in our tuxes again.
“Look at you two!” She gave us both a hug.
“I’m handsome,” Chris announced.
“And modest,” I added.
That brought a round of laughter. Amy grabbed my arm and picked at her dress; I think she was more nervous than the groom and the bride.
“Hey,” I whispered, “What did you and Lys talk about last night while I was tucking the kid in?”
“Oh,” she smiled sheepishly, “you know how Bill gave you the brother to boyfriend speech? I got the daughter to girlfriend speech.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“Seriously. That girl really looks up to you. She considers you her dad as much as her own. She is VERY protective of you.”
“Grace and I always considered her one of our own,” I said, “right from the beginning.”
“She said you and Grace ‘picked up strays,'” Amy continued, “Any kid that came over here was treated like your own.”
She was right, of course. I could never stand to see one of their friends shut out or feeling lost. I loved them all.
Finally, Sophie came down the stairs and heralded Rose’s entrance, “Make way for the Great Marshmallow!”
Rose came down with Clare following. My God, I wasn’t ready for this. My girl was beautiful. She was getting married.
“Is someone cutting onions, Pop,” Lys asked and I could only nod.
Rose came over to me, “Are you okay, Daddy?”
“Would you believe me if I said yes,” I asked.
“No,” she smiled. “How do I look? Am I a marshmallow?”
“Nah,” I said, “maybe a big, fluffy cloud.”
She hit me on the arm.
“You look beautiful, baby girl,” I said.
“Okay, Pop,” Lys interrupted, “you wanted everyone here. What’s up?”
I could see the nervous glances between Sophie, Lys, and My. They were afraid I was going to jump the gun about Amy and my relationship.
“I wanted to say how sorry I was for how absent I have been. I failed each of my children.”
“No, you haven’t,” Rose objected.
“Yes,” I said sternly, “I have. But that’s over. I will never put you through that again. Thank you for everything. Thank you for keeping me present. I love you. I love all of you.”
Rose gave me another hug and Amy kissed my cheek. Everyone was teary eyed except for Chris. He was just … antsy.
Lys excused herself to join the other “groomsman” outside. Clare set Chris up with the rings just in time for the music to start.
The girls and Chris shuffled out and Rose and I were left. She was crying. I was crying. It was a mess. But it was a good mess.
The wedding march started; all eyes turned toward Rose as we entered the backyard. Halfway down the “aisle” the song changed. “White Wedding” began blaring from the speakers. Rose raised her arms in triumph.
“Is this what you wanted,” I asked.
“Down to ever detail,” she smiled. Yup. My kid.
We walked for a thousand years before getting to the head of the party. I raised Rose’s veil and gave her a hug and kiss. I turned and shook Steve’s hand then to the amusement of many, I took the spot next to him.
Lys handed me my cane, “We’re going to be standing a while. You might want this.”
I took it gratefully as the ceremony began. I confess I wasn’t able to pay much attention. I looked at the audience and among them I saw Steve’s family and my own. In the first row on the groom’s side was Steve’s parents. They looked very happy. On Rose’s side in the front row was Aunt Ellie, Eddie, Uncle Ralph, and Grace’s parents. Right behind them was Amy’s brothers and parents. Off to the side were blown-up pictures of Grace and my parents.
The ceremony was lengthy and I was glad for the cane. When it came time to pay attention, I performed the function of the best man. The pastor declared them man and wife and I cheered louder than anyone.
Afterwards, as the crew was changing the chairs for tables, Jags came over to me. He gave me a bro-hug and said, “Man, who is the older bridesmaid; the one in her 30s. She’s fucking hot. I’m going to try to…”
“That’s Amy,” I said.
“…go over and meet her and welcome her to your family,” Jags finished without missing a beat. “Jesus, man. You do not deserve a woman like that.”
“You’re not wrong, Jags.”
He clapped me on the shoulder and set about finding another woman to drool all over. At least Jags was predictable.
The meal started and we took our places. Of course, Frank was the caterer. Everyone in the area used Frank for any function. He really did have the best food in town. While everyone enjoyed their dinner the DJ stopped the music and handed me the mic.
I stood up and cleared my throat. Slowly, all eyes turned toward me.
“So uhm…I actually hate speaking like this so I’m going to do my best and not ramble. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Rose’s dad, David. Somehow, I found myself doing double duty today. Steve honored me by asking me to stand with him and I cannot tell you how happy I am to be standing here. Even if I’m awkward as hell. Many years ago, when my 17-year-old daughter brought home this skinny, weird kid. I said to my mom and Grace ‘What the fuck did I do to deserve this kid?” My mother took great joy in reminding me exactly what I did to deserve him. But in those few years I’ve watched him grow into a wonderful man. He is more than a match for Rose, which is no simple feat as my daughter is a force of nature. And in that time, I grew to see him through Rose’s eyes and with her patience. I have no doubt these two are off to an amazing adventure. I am so very honored to welcome Steve into my family and I’m confident in him and happy to share Rose with his family.”
I raised my glass, “To Rose and Steven.” Everyone echoed my toast and cheered. I shook Steve’s hand again and sat back down.
After dinner, I wandered over to Aunt Ellie’s stable where she was sitting with her family and J.R. Ross.
“Good to see you, son,” J.R. said.
“You, too, J.R. When do you want to have a word?”
Ellie must have been clued in as she looked at both of us and nodded her head. “Why don’t we go into the house,” she suggested.
J.R. and Aunt Ellie got up and started toward the back door. I motioned Amy to follow and went inside. We went into the kitchen and sat around the table.
J.R. shook Amy’s hand and said, “Good to see you, Ms. Fries. I hear from Eleanor here that New Paltz is losing you.”
“That’s true, Sheriff,” Amy confirmed, “but I haven’t told the home yet so mum’s the word. I’ll be giving my notice Monday morning.”
“Okay, J.R.,” I interrupted, “what do you have for us?”
“Tell me what you folks know and I’ll fill in the gaps where I can.”
Aunt Ellie, Amy, and I took turns recounting what we knew. “I’m afraid that’s what I know, too,” the sheriff said.
It was hard to hide my disappointment. J.R. held up his hands before I reacted and asked me, “Do you remember Sully Clive?”
“Grand-pop’s friend? The crazy guy from the mountain?”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” J.R. laughed. “He says he’ll talk to you.”
Aunt Ellie looked at J.R. in surprise, “Sully is alive?”
“Yup. He’s a hundred and three but he’s still up and kicking. He still up on that mountain outside New Paltz. He’s willing to talk to you and your sister.”
I looked at Amy and she nodded eagerly. “I can be out on Wednesday, J.R.”
“I’ll make the arrangements, son.”
Lys poked her head in the door and said that it was time for the first dance. Our little group disbanded and we wandered back to the wedding.
Steve and Rose took to the dance floor for the first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Steven Reed. At seven months pregnant it looked a little awkward for Rose but she smiled radiantly the whole time. Halfway through the song, the DJ called the bridal party to the floor. Sophie and Lys paired off and Clare and Steve’s brother paired off. He was only a year older than Clare and she was already giving him serious mooneyes. And lastly, Amy and I paired off. We danced to an old standard that Rose and Steve had picked as their song. My knee was holding out and I had been waiting to dance with Amy all week.
“How’s your knee,” Amy asked.
“It’s holding up,” I replied. “How are you feeling down there?”
“Down there,” she laughed, “Are you twelve?”
“At heart, yes. I noticed you didn’t answer my question.”
“It is still uncomfortable,” she said, “I put more of that cream on earlier. It is helping.”
“I guess that means you’ll want to take it easy tonight,” I guessed.
“I never said that,” she said emphatically. “I am going to climb on your face later and you are to make me cum. When I think you’ve done a good enough job, I’ll ride your cock until you’re dry.”
And now I was instantly hard.
“I feel you approve of that plan,” she said rubbing closer to me.
“You will receive no argument from me,” I assure her.
“Do you want to know a secret, David?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she gave me a wicked grin.
I allowed my hands to wander a little lower on her back. As I reached her waist, I was able to confirm the absence of a waist band under the dress. I’m pretty sure I somehow got harder. Amy confirmed that by rubbing closer to me again.
“You’re a tease,” I said.
“Don’t forget, what is under the dress is all yours,” Amy said. He her head closer to mine, our faces almost touching. I wanted to kiss her so much at that moment but there were too many eyes.
The song ended and the DJ called for the daddy-daughter dance. I hated the corniness of it but I was happy to be with my daughter. As we danced around Rose was smiling so brightly it was borderline as radiant as Amy’s.
“Daddy,” she began, “are you happy?”
“Yeah, sweety. Of course. I’m very happy for you and Steve.”
“No, not for the wedding. I know you’re happy for us. Are *YOU* happy?”
“You know my answer to that,” I said hoping the subject would change.
“I know. Every time you’re happy the universe punishes you. You don’t really believe that do you?”
“I haven’t been proven wrong, yet.”
“Do you think you’ll ever get married again?”
“I suppose anything is possible, Rose. But today isn’t about me. It is for you and Steve and nobody else.”
“Daddy, you deserve to be happy, too,” Rose said adamantly.
I no longer knew what to believe anymore. With everything that had been going right I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. As I’ve said, the universe always reminds you who the boss is.
For the next few hours, anytime a slow song came on some member of my family grabbed me to dance. I danced with Rose, Sophie, Lys, Clare and even Aunt Ellie but I danced with Amy as much as possible. At one point I was even claimed by Amy’s mom!
As her mother and I danced she said to me, “We can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing for Amy.”
My lizard brain chimed in, “Did she just thank you for fucking her daughter?” I could have done without that pervert putting his two cents in.
“Oh,” I sounded startled, “you mean the funeral home? Trust me, Mrs. Fries, it is completely selfish. It brings my family closer to me.”
“Emma,” she corrected me, “or Mom. And I know that’s not true. You’re a good man, David. I’d be very happy to call you one of my sons.”
Wait. Was she saying that because she considers me family or because she knows what I’m doing with her daughter? I was beginning to wonder if the concussion left me a little confused.
I needed to restart the conversation before I gave something away with a guilty look.
“Where are you staying, tonight? You’re not driving all the way back home, are you?”
“Oh no,” she said, “Saul, Allen and I are going to stay at your Aunt’s before we head home tomorrow. I think Bill is staying at the motel in town, though.”
“I wish he’s said something first. I have more than enough room here.”
“That’s alright, David,” she said, “Bill didn’t want to invade your privacy.”
I made a mental note that since he was going to be around to include Bill in tomorrow night’s reveal. I was certain he’d already knew based on our conversation at Aunt Ellie’s but I felt I owed it to him to be up front and honest. I owed it to Emma, Saul, and Allen, too, but I wasn’t quite ready for that.
Our song ended and Emma said, “I’m going to go sit down. You make sure to take good care of your sister, do you understand?”
What exactly did this woman know?
“Yes, mom.”
Emma gave me a motherly pat on my cheek and went back to the table with her husband and Aunt Ellie.
The D.J. eventually called, “last dance” and Amy rejoined me. The song started up and a crooning Elvis came over the speakers. Amy approached me with a beautiful smile and took my offered hand. We began to dance to what I’d already considered to be our song.
“Hey Sis, find anyone at the wedding you’re interested in,” I asked playfully.
“Sure did, Bro,” she answered, “I’ve got my eyes on the best man. I think he’s going to get lucky tonight. How about you?”
“Oh, I think I’ll see if the one bridesmaid might want to sleep over.”
“I think she does,” Amy said, resting her head on my shoulder.
“J.R. is taking Aiden and Jess home tonight,” Amy said.
I started to sing along with the song and Amy’s eyes closed. She let out a quiet, quiet moan.
“Don’t you dare,” she said, “I’m commando remember? You’ll have me dripping down my legs.”
The song ended and I risked a quiet, “I love you,” to Amy before I went over to ask Cal to help people get their cars out. When I found him, he was deep in conversation with Allen.
“What are you two talking about,” I asked.
“The age-old question that scholars have been pondering for decades,” Allen said.
“Oh?”
“Which captain is better: Kirk or Picard?”
“And,” I prompted.
“I say Kirk,” Cal replied, “and he says Picard.”
I nodded my head, “You’re both wrong. It is a tie between Sisko and Anson Mount’s Pike.”
The both looked at me in a fair amount of shock.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
They couldn’t, of course.
In the end, Cal agreed to help and I set about the business of saying goodnight and thank you to everyone. Soon, everyone but Bill was gone.
Before they left for the night, I asked Steve and Rose if they were going anywhere for a honeymoon. If they were I was going to slip them some money but I also needed to know if they were going to be around Sunday night for our talk.
“No, Daddy,” Amy replied, “we’re going to save up and go next summer so the baby will be old enough to leave with his grandpa and Aunt Amy.”
“That sounds good to me,” Amy chirped.
“Though,” Steve said shyly, “is it okay if Clare stays here tonight? We want ah um…privacy.”
I laughed, “You can say you want to have sex, Steve. I mean she’s pregnant, so I know it happens.”
Poor Steve turned bright red and he muttered, “Thanks, Pop.”
Clare produced her swimsuit from her overnight bag and announced she was going to change and get In the hot tub for a bit. She had her priorities, after all.
“Since we’re all going to be around tomorrow,” I said, “I’d like to have everyone come for a family dinner tomorrow night.”
“Does that include me,” Bill asked.
“Yup. You’re one of us.”
“I want to cook,” Clare volunteered.
Part Three
Rose and Steve left for their wedding night and the rest of us spent a few hours winding down and talking about anything that came to mind. As the time closed in on midnight, Bill left and we all went to our beds.
I locked the door behind Amy and me as she unzipped her dress and let if fall to the ground. “See? No undies!”
“Yes, I see,” I replied, “and I like.”
I took Amy in my arms and we kissed while I ran my hand lightly down her back to her ass. I’d been dying for this kiss all day. If all went right, then soon we wouldn’t have to kiss in secret from the majority of our family.
Amy broke the kiss and said, “I’m going to take a quick shower. I want to get this cream off of me real fast. If you fall asleep before I get back, you’re going to wake up with a mouth full of pussy.”
And what happens if I stay awake,” I asked.
“You’ll get a mouth full of pussy,” she said, giving me a wicked grin.
I failed to see how either of those options was a losing proposition.
Amy came out of the shower ten minutes later. She stood in the threshold to the ensuite, naked. The light behind her coming from the bathroom made a glowing halo around her. She stood with her legs slightly spread and ran her hand along her pubic area. “You did a good job, David. I’m so smooth. How do I look?
She looked absolutely delicious and I told her so.
“You’re about to find out just how delicious I am.”
Amy climbed onto the bed and straddled my face while holding onto the headboard. Slowly, Amy lowered herself and covered my face with her folds.
I kissed her labia and Amy giggled, “That’s the beard tickle I was waiting for.”
I gave her one long, slow lick from the bottom of her lips right up to her hood. My tongue probed in her cute hood and I have her clit a quick kiss and a lick. “Oh David,” she moaned, “you are so good at eating your sister’s pussy.”
Amy began to rock back and forth on my face, making cooing noises with each movement. She clamped herself down on my face, pinning her clit to my nose. I breathed in her scent as she ground herself on me. My tongue began to probe in and out of her hole.
“Yes, yes, yes yes, yes, yes,” Amy changed and began to rock on my face harder. I pushed her up before she broke my nose or suffocated me. I adjusted and tugged her down a little so I could reach her clit. I sucked her nub between my lips and began to tongue kiss it.
“Oh,” she whined, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum on my twin brother’s face.”
I flicked at her exposed clit with my tongue and Amy gave a muffled shriek as she covered her mouth with her forearm. With a heavy shudder, Amy came in my mouth. I drank it all down as it streamed into my mouth.
Amy began to lift away from me and I brought my arms up around her and seized her hips. I pulled her back to my mouth and sucked her clit back in. I started to rapidly stroke it with tongue and Amy went wild as another orgasm tore through her. I almost couldn’t keep her mounted to my face, her movement was so wild. I snaked one arm around her leg and dipped a finger into her cunt, coating it in her juices.
“Jesus, David. What are you doing to me?”
“I kept up my assault on her clit and brought my lubricated finger around her cute ass. Turnabout is, after all, fair play,” I thought as I began to rub my finger around her asshole.
“Do it,” Amy commanded. “Fucking do it.”
My finger slid into her ass nearly effortlessly. I was two knuckles deep when Amy covered her mouth again with her forearm and shrieked into it. I wiggled my finger gently as I strummed on Amy’s clit until she simply made a noise that sounded like, “Gah,” as she came for a third time. Her nectar flooded my mouth this time causing me to sputter and cough.
This time, I let Amy pull away and she collapsed next to me gasping for breath. I touched her bare leg next to my head and she had a seizure like aftershock and came for a fourth time.
“You have officially out done Bridget,” she gasped, referring to her girlfriend in college.
“Are you okay, sis,” I asked, “Do you want to quit for the night?”
“Give me five minutes. We’re not done until you’ve filled my womb.”
I got up with a chuckled and went into the ensuite. After a little bit of cleanup, I returned to the bedroom and laid back down.
“You awake,” I asked.
Amy twisted around and rolled over. Right before she engulfed my cock she simply said, “My turn.”
She sucked me into her mouth until I was as hard as a diamond. Once she was satisfied with my erection she crawled up, straddled my dick, aimed, and impaled herself on me. Once I slid all the way home, she hissed and shuddered. I felt her Kegels grab and release several times before she settled.
“Number five,” I asked smugly.
“You’re going to brag about this for a long time, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am,” I confirmed, “because my sister just came on my cock; she came for the fifth time by just lowering herself on my cock.”
Amy began to gently move up and down and I pulled her into a deep kiss. She picked up her pace a little bit when she found her rhythm. Amy sat back up and growled.
“I have been waiting all week for this.”
“For what,” I taunted.
“For your cock.”
“For my cock *where*?”
“For my brother’s cock in your sister’s cunt,” she almost screen.
Amy began to piston up and down and I began to thrust up against her movement. There was nearly a snarl on her face and I could no longer tell if she was trying to make me cum or if she was chasing number six.
“Cum for your sister,” she demanded. “I want your cum. Fill your sister with your cum.”
The familiar tingle spread from my balls and I felt them tighten. My cock swelled and burst as my load painted her insides. Once my dick pulsed number six hit Amy and with a surprised gasp she collapsed on top of me leaving us both gasping for breath. Amy rolled off and we both fell asleep quickly lying next to each other. I didn’t even have time to turn the light off.
I was awakened some time later by Amy shaking me.
“David? David wake up,” she urged me.
“Amy? What’s wrong?”
“How is your knee,” she asked.
“What? What time is it,” I asked confused.
“Three in the morning,” she answered. “How is your knee? Does it hurt?”
“No, I feel fine,” I said, “what’s going on?”
“I need you to make love to me, David. Please?”
My mind was still very addled from being woken up and I questioned her, “Again?”
“Please, David. If tomorrow goes badly I don’t know what will happen,” Amy urged, “And I’m scared.”
I rolled onto my side to be face to face with Amy and I kissed her. “It isn’t going to go badly,” I assured her. I didn’t entirely believe myself but I wanted to calm her down.
“David, I need you.”
I laid Amy on her back and gently spread her legs. I kissed her deeply as I penetrated her. We made love gently for the next half hour. It was slow, it was loving, and it was very, very satisfying. As we fell back asleep, she sighed contentedly and used my shoulder for a pillow.
Part Four
I woke up alone, as usual. Amy had woken up before me and gone down to make breakfast with Clare. The morning meal and the majority of the day was a quiet affair as we rested and contemplated what was going to happen after dinner.
I spent most of the day catching up on work until Amy knocked on my office door and told me everyone was there and it was time for dinner. I had completely lost track of time.
Clare’s cooking was spectacular. If this was what she could do as a high school junior I couldn’t wait to see what she did after culinary school. After we all stuffed our faces, we sat around the kitchen table and awaited one of us to start speaking.
Sophie surprised me by starting first. “There’s a few things Lys and I would like to say. First, starting July 3rd I will no longer be at the hospital.”
The assembled family was quite startled. “Let her finish,” Lys said with a knowing smile.
“I have been invited to join a practice in town as a general practitioner. I have accepted. No more twelve-hour shifts and no more missed holidays!”
A round of congratulations swept the room. I was immensely pleased as this was something we had been hoping would happen for a long time.
Lys took over, “Rose,” she said, “come March your son will have a younger cousin.”
Rose looked at her for a moment before she understood. She gave a happy cheer and jumped up as best she could and gave Lys a hug. Even Bill who had been sitting fairly neutral so far was happy for Sophie and Lys. The kids were all smiles.
Finally, Bill looked at Amy and me. “Whatcha got Chief,” he asked looking at me.
“Everyone knows that David and I are going to be partners in the funeral home in town, right,” Amy asked.
Everyone nodded in the affirmative.
“And that we’re going to live here with David, Sophie, and Lys?”
Again, everyone nodded and Bill grinned. I suspect he knew exactly what was coming next.
“Chris,” I began, “do you remember what you asked me Friday night?”
“Yeah, Uncle Dave,” he piped up, “I asked if you *love* loved mom.”
“I didn’t answer you, did I?”
“No, Uncle Dave. You didn’t.”
“Well,” I said, “the answer is yes, Chris.”
“And I *love* love him back,” Amy added.
The room fell still and quiet. Everyone was looking at us.
Rose, looking from her sister and Lys to Amy and I asked, “Meaning?”
“Meaning,” I said, “When Amy moves in, she won’t just be moving in as my sister. She’s going to be my girlfriend.” I felt a little silly using that word.
You could have heard a pin drop. I braced myself for the worst.
“Daddy,” Rose said, “that’s…that’s…”
“Yes Rose,” I said, “It is incest. And it is illegal.”
“That’s just bullshit,” Rose said, “Sure, biologically she’s your sister but that’s where it ends. You obviously love each other. I’m happy for both of you!”
I looked at Steve who simply said, “Well duh. I knew something was up.”
“You did,” Rose asked he nodded.
Bill just kept grinning at all of us. “I knew it,” he said with laugh. “She got you!”
“Clare, Chris,” Amy prompted her children.
Chris jumped up and down with a cheer. “Can I call you, Dad now?”
“We’re not quite there yet,” I said, “don’t jump the gun.”
Clare was the last to speak up. She looked at us thoughtfully and considered her words carefully. “I know we are supposed to all be horrified by this. I know that it is supposed to be immoral, illegal and we should condemn this relationship. But instead, all I can say is, “It is about fucking time.”
“Clare! Language,” Amy scolded her which just made me laugh.
“Hey wait,” I said, ‘Clare’s right. “to the world outside this is not going to accept this. Nobody outside of this room right now should know about this. We’re going to tell Amy’s brothers and parents and Aunt Ellie figured it out about ten minutes after she met Amy but beyond that we keep our mouths shut. If the wrong person finds out Amy and I could go to jail.”
“I don’t hear anybody talking out of turn,” Clare said. Everyone agreed.
“I’m counting on you, Chris,” I said and he mimed zipping his mouth shut.
“We have the advantage of having two different last names with two different sets of parents as well. And we grew up in different states,” I said.
“Aunt Amy’s birth records will be sealed,” Sophie said, “and her birth certificate will read Mr. and Mrs. Fries as her parents.”
“Really,” I asked.
“Yeah. Most adoptions will reissue a birth certificate to indicate the new parents. Closed adoptions such as infant adoption records get sealed,” Sophie explained. “Lys and I have been looking at adoptions. I’ll have to adopt our baby officially to be recognized as a parent. That’s fairly normal in same sex marriages like ours.”
Lys added, “It is a little fucked-up, but it makes sense if you follow the steps. Anyway, with Amy’s birth certificate you’ll have a pretty good shield to hide behind.”
“You’d have to lie to the clerk for the marriage license,” Rose concluded, “but that’s easy.”
“I’m sure my dad’s cousin would officiate,” Steve said, “He doesn’t know you’re siblings, he never asked who you were. He assumed you were a couple. He even said you looked great together.”
“And you didn’t correct him,” Amy asked Steve.
“No, I uh… I figured out you two were into each other at the hospital last Sunday.”
Honestly, from Amy’s description of the events I was surprised that everyone in the room didn’t figure it out. I looked at Amy and by her expression she was somewhere between relieved and overwhelmed. It very much mirrored how I felt. Everyone’s support was everything I hoped it would be but the joint planning of my wedding that was going on was overwhelming to say the least. Especially because I hadn’t even asked Amy to marry me, yet.
“Hi,” I said, “over here. Look over here, please.”
Everyone stopped talking and was staring at me. “Let’s not put the cart before the horse,” I said.
“I better be the cart and not the horse,” Amy wisecracked.
I gave Amy my best “not the time,” look and continued. “I haven’t even asked Amy to marry me, yet.”
“And I haven’t said ‘yes,'” Amy said, concluding with, “yet.”
“Ah ha,” Rose said, “you said yet. So, you are going to ask her.”
“So will Rose’s baby be my second cousin or my nephew,” Clare asked.
“Yes,” Lys answered her with a grin.
“I think we lost control of the conversation,” Amy said to me.
“Yo,” I shouted. “If it were simple then Amy’s last name would be Drake by the end of the summer. Can we just concentrate on getting them all moved in in the next two weeks, please?”
“Will my last name be Drake,” Chris asked.
“He’s being awfully assumptive that Amy will want to change her name,” Sophie said. “Maybe she’ll want to keep her maiden name for professional reasons.”
“Only if Uncle Dave adopts us, squirt,” Clare answered Chris.
Great, now there were two conversations going on.
Bill, who had been silent for most of the back and forth finally spoke up, “What are you going to tell your brothers, Dave?”
Everyone’s voices stopped at once and all eyes turned to me. The truth was that I hadn’t given thought to Cal or Dean. But then, after I left my parents’ home at 18, I rarely gave thought to Cal or Dean at all. After my mother died, I had said to Grace that I was no longer required to even be in contact with them. I did my best to maintain that decision.
After a few moments thought on Bill’s question I answered, “I really hadn’t given them any thought at all.”
“Is that fair,” Bill asked, “You’ve made it clear you won’t hide or lie from us. Shouldn’t they have the same consideration?”
“They lost the right to be included in my life a long time ago. And they’ll never have the right to have any say in what I do. Ever.”
“What if I want them included in my life,” Amy asked. “They’re my brothers, too.”
“Then you can talk to them,” I snapped, “excuse me a moment. I’ll be back.”
I got up and walked down the hall to my office. I was seeing red and I had to walk away. I understood both Bill and Amy’s point but neither of them understood mine. Cal and Dean tried to run my life for years. Before that, they resented my existence. Then they’re half-assed admission recently that it was because they wanted a sister and not a brother. Dean was bossy and indifferent. Cal was my first and worst bully. Did I hate my brothers? No, I did not. That would let on that I cared about them at all.
The sound of someone clearing their throat shook me from my thoughts.
“Hey man,” Bill said, ” I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
“You didn’t,” I sighed, “It’s the two assholes.”
I sat in my desk chair and Bill pulled up a chair from against the wall. “What did they do to you?”
I recounted for Bill every vile thing that Dean and Cal had done to me that I could remember, all in the name of brotherly love, of course. I admitted to Bill that I was intensely jealous of the relationship that he, Amy, and Allen had; that I was happy they were including me in that circle and I was happy to call them friends but I didn’t understand how normal sibling relationships worked.
“Well yeah,” he said, “I realize you don’t understand sibling relations. I mean you’re sleeping with our sister.”
I looked at him in shock and as our eyes met, I saw the smile in them. We burst out laughing together. We laughed for several minutes and we finally had to stop to catch our breath.
“Seriously, Dave,” Bill said, “Amy wants them in her life and you want Amy in yours. You’re going to have to tell them.”
“I know, Bill. But that doesn’t mean I want to. Or that I forgive him.”
“Tell you what,” Bill said, “I was planning on being there when you tell Allen and my parents, I’ll be there when you tell Cal and Dean, too. I’ll have your back.”
“I appreciate that, Bill.”
“And when you do tell them, if they don’t approve, I’ll make sure they don’t rat you out to the cops.”
“That’s another reason I don’t want to tell them,” I said, “I don’t trust them.”
“You don’t have to Dave,” he replied, “but you can trust, Amy.”
“Thanks again, Bill,” I said, “you’re a lot smarter than you look.”
We started to laugh again. “Asshole,” he said. We both stood up, still laughing, and went back to the kitchen.
As we came down the hall, I was blitzed by Chris as he grabbed me in a hug.
“Don’t be angry with Mom, Uncle Dave.”
“I’m not,” I promised Chris, “I’m mad at your Uncle Dean and Uncle Cal. They were pretty mean to me growing up.” He hugged me tighter then went back to his mom.
I looked at Amy and said, “We’ll tell them next Saturday. Together.”
Amy’s face broke out in The Smile. I knew, for this moment, I was making the right decision. Nothing bad could ever come of that smile.
“I love you,” Amy said.
“I love you, too.”
“Eww! Mushy stuff,” Sophie and Chris said together.
Sadly, Amy and Chris had to go home but Bill hung back for a minute. He gave me a firm handshake and said, ‘I like having you for a brother, Dave,” he said, “but I hope to get you as a brother-in-law.”
I went up to my room after that saying an early goodnight to the others. It had been a long week this past week and there was still a lot to do.
Part Five
I was up with the crack of ass on Monday morning. I went out to my R.V. hoping it would start. To my great relief, it roared to life and I was able to drive over to the mechanic.
“Been a long time, Mr. Drake,” my mechanic said.
“Sure had, Harv. I need an inspection and a tune-up. Think you can do it, today?”
“For you? Sure can. It’ll be ready after lunch. Feel free to hang out.”
I patted my laptop bag and asked, “okay if I use your wi-fi?”
Harv game me the thumbs up and I set about getting some work done.
About an hour later my phone rang. It was J.R. Ross.
“Hey, J.R.,” I answered, “what’s the word?”
“Sully confirmed for Wednesday. Can you bet at your sister’s around 6:00? I’ll take you up to his shack. He wants to meet at 6:30.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” I said, “I’ll let Amy know and we’ll see you then.”
When I hung up, I texted Amy the info and she replied that was perfect. She asked if I’d be willing to bring Clare so she could start packing some of her stuff up and if I would be willing to haul the first load of their belongings to my place. I readily agreed and went back to work until Harv was done with the R.V.
Thankfully, the camper was in good shape. It needed a few tweaks but I was able to drive home after lunch.
Part Six
Wednesday came and Clare and I were ready to head to her mom’s place. At the last minute, Sophie asked to go along; she was burning extra vacation time from the hospital before her last day.
Ten minutes from Amy’s my phone rang. It was Amy. I hit the answer button.
“Yes, dear,” I asked.
“Uncle Dave,” it was Chris and he sounded scared, “You have to get here, fast!”
“Chris, what’s wrong?
“Dad is here and he’s been drinking. He’s yelling at Mom.”
“Has he done anything? Has he hit her?”
“No, Uncle Dave, but he’s really angry.”
“Call the police, Chris. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I hung up and asked Sophie to dial J.R. on my phone.
“What are you going to do, Uncle Dave,” Clare was in tears.
“When we get there, I want you to get Chris and get inside. He doesn’t need to see me kick his father’s ass.”
I pressed the accelerator down and we took off. The phone finally picked up.
“Hey son,” J.R. said, “I’m almost there.”
“J.R., get there as fast as you can. Amy’s ex is there, drunk and causing trouble.”
“Are you looking to do something stupid, David,” he asked.
“That depends on which one of us gets there first, J.R.” I hung up.
I made it to Amy’s in just under five minutes. I got out of the Jeep as soon as it was in park and I went up the walk in three strides. Christopher was screaming his head off at Amy. Right as I got close the motherfucker slapped Amy.
“Hey,” I yelled, “Asshole!”
Christopher spun around and looked at me with a stunned expression. His eyes showed recognition.
“YOU! You’re the fucker from the slut’s drawings,” he roared. “You have been fucking my wife!”
Christopher caught me with a sucker punch to the jaw, staggering me. Clare jumped on her father yelling at him to leave us all the hell alone. Christopher grabbed her and shoved her down, making her land ass-first on the steps. She yelped in pain.
I reached out and grabbed Christopher by the back of his head and bounced it off the porch post. He made a “urk,” sound and sat down hard with a dazed look on his face. I was winding up for a kick to his jaw when I heard two cars pull up, so I pulled the kick and backed off.
Christopher stumbled to his feet and balled his fists up. He was getting ready to throw another punch when J.R. called out, “Son, unless you want to be twitching like a fish you’ll think twice.”
Christopher turned around to see J.R. and one of his deputies standing on the walk with a taser pointing at him. “You’re move motherfucker,” I taunted. I really wanted to watch him flop but he backed off.
“Cuff the dumb son of a bitch, Clem,” J.R. said to his man.
“Yes sir,” the deputy responded and put the bracelets on Christopher and sat his ass down again. Sophie came running up the walk behind J.R. and Clem.
J.R. looked at Sophie, “See to your family, Dr. Drake.”
I motioned Sophie to check on Clare and Amy. Yeah, I was likely going to have a bruised jaw but I wasn’t important. J.R. grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the side.
“David, I’m going to have to detain you, too. All I saw was you knock him on his ass.”
Fuck. Well, it was worth a night in jail.
“Sheriff,” Chris said timidly, “here.” Chris handed J.R. his mom’s phone.
J.R. watched the video that was queued up. Chris had videoed the entire confrontation.
“I take that back, son,” J.R. smiled, “It was self-defense. He attacked the three of you.”
Sophie checked Clare, Amy, and I and pronounced us bruised but okay. J.R. asked us if we wanted to press charges. Amy immediately said, “no,” as did Clare.
“Give me a minute with him, J.R.”
J.R. nodded and I knelt down next to Christopher.
“I’m going to sue the shit out of you, fucker,” he said.
Deputy Clem barked laughter, “Go ahead. Sue him. You attacked his girl, him, and her kid. And you were dumb enough to punch the son of New York’s most popular Attorney General. Let’s see how this works for you.”
Christopher turned a shade of pale green that I very much enjoyed.
I looked Christopher dead in the eye, “You’re going to jail, asshole, but if you listen closely, I may not press charges. Ready to listen?”
He nodded.
“You’re right,” I whispered, “I am fucking your ex-wife. She’s mine, now and so are your kids. I’ll be married to her by the new year. I’m going to adopt those kids and you’re not going to fight it. Got it? And if I ever see you again, J.R. won’t be there to save you.”
“They’re not my kids. I see it now. They’re yours. You look just like them. You can fucking have them all.”
“Just don’t forget,” I said, “you fight us on this and I’ll make sure you go to jail. Won’t that be great for your funeral director license? And I’ve got enough lawyers to make sure I get what I want, anyway. They’re *MY* family now.”
“I said you can fucking have them,” he spat.
I stood up and went over to J.R. “I’m not pressing charges.”
“Don’t matter,” J.R. said. “asshole has priors. He’s done this before and we saw the attack. He’s going to jail.”
“He’s done this before,” I looked at Amy. She nodded but wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
Clem drug Christopher over to his cruiser and they drove off.
“What did you say to dad,” Chris asked.
“That your last name will be the same as mine by spring.”
Chris broke out into a wide grin. I put my finger to my lips in a shush gesture and I pointed to J.R. Chris nodded and went inside.
“I think I should stay with the kids,” Amy said, “why don’t you and Sophie go to meet Sully?”
“Are you sure,” I asked, “What if you have questions that I don’t ask?”
“Then I’ll find a way to ask them, or we can go for another visit. I just don’t think I should leave the kids alone after…” she said with a shrug.
“Mom,” Clare said, “this is too important. We’ll be fine. Sophie is here and she’ll help us pack. You go with Uncle Dave and the sheriff.”
“Come on, Amy,” I said, “Sophie has this. Let’s go find out what the fuck our grandfather was thinking.”
Amy agreed and we got in J.R.’s SUV for the drive up the mountain.
Part Seven
If you’re familiar with the area around New Paltz, it has mountains around it in multiple directions. The main road winds high around the mountain before going back down. At the apex, we turned off the main road to climb what was little more than a deer path almost all the way to the summit. I hated this drive as a kid and I was still less than thrilled with it as an adult. I always felt like we were going to slide off the trail and down the mountain. J.R. took every turn too fast and before long I was white knuckled, holding on to the arm rest.
We finally pulled up to Sully’s cabin and got out. It had to be five degrees cooler up there than it was at Amy’s. As we parked the door to the cabin opened and a pretty young girl came out.
“Hello, Sheriff,” she said, “gramps is waiting for you.”
J.R. introduced Amy and I to the woman and she introduced herself as Sully’s great grand daughter, Amanda.
Amanda led us into the cabin, which despite its outward, rustic appearance was homey and comfortable. Old Sully was sitting at a table in the dining area. The table was full of newspapers, books, and photographs.
“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Chive,” I said.
He eyes me with a sharp glance. He may have been 103 but his eyes were much younger. He clearly still had every marble that he’d been born with.
“Do Drake in 50 years has called me Mr. Clive and you aren’t going to be the one to start it. I’m Sully, you know that.”
I smiled and corrected myself, “It is good to see you, Sully.”
“You, too, David. You, too,” he said, pointing to chairs around the table.
We all took our seats and he said to me, “You look just like your father. If it weren’t for your long hair, I’d think a ghost just walked into my home.”
J.R. nodded in agreement. He knew my father very well.
“And you,” Sully said, pointing to Amy, “you must be the young lady in question.”
“Yes, Sully. I’m Amy Fries.”
“Feh. You’re Amy Drake. Or you should be. You look just like Hannah. That’s your grandmother. Do you even remember her, David?”
“No Sully, not really.” I replied. My grandmother died when I was two and I barely had any memory of her.
Sully pulled a photograph from a nearby pile. In it were my grandfather and Sully with two women. One was presumably Sully’s late wife, the other was my grandmother. Damned if Amy didn’t look exactly like her.
“Alright,” Sully said, “I know what you want to know so let’s get down to brass tacks. You want to know what stick was up your grandfather’s ass that made him make your parents do the unthinkable when you two were born.”
Amy and I nodded affirmative and she said, “Yes sir.”
“Sully,” he corrected, “don’t call me sir, either.”
“You sure you want to know,” he asked, “It’s a shitty thing he did. I stopped talking to him for years because of it.”
“I think we need to know, Sully,” I answered.
“It is a private story. You want that old gunslinger here?”
I looked at J.R. and he started to stand up. “No, J.R., please stay,” I said, “we wouldn’t be this far if it wasn’t for you.”
“Suit yourself,” Sully said before asking Amanda to bring him a beer. “I still have one beer every night. And this is a story that needs a beer. You folks want one?”
J.R. and I declined but Amy asked for one. I wanted it. Boy, did I want it.
“Do you know much about your mother’s family,” Sully asked me.
I told him that I did know quite a bit and what I didn’t know Aunt Ellie could always tell me.
“Yeah, your aunt. Boy she was a looker in her day,” Sully said with a click of his tongue. “Is she still with that bumpkin, Ralph?”
I nodded. Word was back in the day that old Sully had a little eye for Aunt Ellie.
“Do you remember your aunt, Doris and your uncle, Jimmy?”
“Ya, of course.”
“Did you know they ‘kept it in the family?'”
“So I’ve been told,” I replied with a glance at Amy.
“Did you know that they were twins?”
“Wow. I didn’t know that.” This was a revelation but it had to just be a weird coincidence, right?
“Yup. And your grandfather caught them and all hell broke loose.”
“That I knew. And grandpop made Jimmy join the Army.”
“Yeah, your *mother’s* daddy made him join the service. It was your dad’s daddy, Joseph, that caught them together and made the big stink.
J.R. interrupted, “But why? Half the county the Borden clan called home were sleeping with kin. It is almost normal, there.”
“Because he was setting up his son’s image for political office. He didn’t want that kind of scandal hovering over the kid’s dad.”
“What does that have to do with David and I,” Amy asked.
“Well, Joseph got Wendell talking one night after he caught Jimmy and Doris. It seems twins run pretty frequent in the Borden family. And almost every set wound up between the sheets. And accidents happened.”
I had a revelation. “My cousin Tyler, Doris’s son; he wasn’t her husband’s kid, was he? He was Jimmy’s.”
“I’d bet money on it,” Sully confirmed. “When old Joseph found out you were going to be twins, he told your parents that if you were fraternal, they had to send the girl away. Told your parents that he wouldn’t let them risk a pair of sibling fuckers like Jimmy and Doris.”
I was fuming. “So, my grandfather ruined my-our-lives because he was fucking paranoid?”
In the end my grandfather was right but I still wondered what could have been different.
“I’m sorry, David. But that is what happened. It wasn’t right. I told him so and we stopped talking until you were in school. Joseph told your parents that if they ever spoke of it to anyone, he’d disinherit the lot of you.”
“And my parents just couldn’t live without the money,” I said bitterly.
“Don’t blame them too harshly,” J.R. said, ‘it was a bad time economically. Your parents had just built their house. They had you and your brothers. They were scared.”
I wasn’t satisfied with J.R.’s explanation but I wasn’t going to make a scene, either. Amy grabbed my hand across the table and gave it a squeeze.
Despite my disappointment in my grandfather’s reasoning, I was grateful to J.R. and Sully for solving the mystery. I didn’t know what I expected but this just seemed so…mundane.
Amy and I expressed our gratitude and we said our goodnights.
On the way out the door, Sully said, “Make sure you tell that aunt of yours I said, hello.”
“Will do,” I promised and we left.
After we climbed into J.R.’s Bronco, Amy asked if I could stay the night. “After what happened with Christopher, I’d feel a lot better if you stayed around.”
“Sophie has to work tomorrow but I’ll work it out,” I said.
Right before we joined the highway, J.R. pulled off the site and fixed both of us with a look.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, “was your grandfather, right?”
“What are you asking, J.R.,” I replied.
“I think you know, David.”
“If you’re asking if Amy and I are having an affair, why would I admit it to a law enforcement officer?”
J.R. reached up to his shirt and unlatched his badge. He opened his glove compartment and closed the badge inside.
“You’re not talking to Sheriff Ross now,” he said, ‘you’re talking to your dad’s friend, J.R. Ross.”
I looked at Amy and she nodded her permission. “Yeah, we are together. But it is more than an affair. This isn’t some spur of the moment fuck-fest. We’re planning the rest of our lives together.”
“As your father’s friend,” J.R. said, “I understand but I do not approve. You’ll get no static from me as long as I don’t get pulled into anything. Got it?”
“We understand,” Amy said.
“I appreciate you being honest and I hope you know what you’re doing. Now as an old man who’s seen a lot of history between the Korean War and a pandemic, I say just be careful and make sure you take care of each other.”
“Thank you, J.R.,” I said.
“And if you invite me to the wedding I’ll come only if Ellie dances with me.”
I shook my head and laughed. Between old men chasing my aunt and everyone planning my wedding, things were getting very surreal. J.R. put the Bronco back in gear and we drove off down the mountain, into the darkening evening.
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