Amy - Working Hard and Playing Hard

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.

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Last time Amy and Dave completed the purchase of Amy's funeral home and Amy began to take charge. Amy received a visit from her friend, Erin, and David's brother Cal became seriously ill. When we last left the twins David and Amy disagreed on when and how to talk to her adoptive parents about their relationship.

Amy -- Working Hard, Playing Hard.

Part I

I hung up with Aunt Ellie and sat, staring at my computer without doing much of anything for some time. I know the way Cal blew up at us scared Amy but if we wanted to progress down the path we set for ourselves then telling her parents was something we simply had to do.

After Amy got home with dinner, the rest of the night went on par with any other Sunday. We ate, we all relaxed together, and finally, we went to bed.

I'd like to be able to tell you that Amy and I spent the night fucking each other's brains into mush but I'd be a lying bastard if I did. We slept. We slept hard and deep. I was a little concerned by how much we slept and I brought it up to Sophie the next morning. I wondered if we may be coming down with something.

"You're almost fifty years old," Sophie said.

"What's that supposed to mean," I asked, more than a little offended.

"It means," she said, using her doctor voice, "you've been at it like rabbits for a month. You've gone back and forth across half the state multiple times and then you helped her move. You had the stress of dealing with family, a wedding, and fighting with your brothers. And to top it off, you hurt yourself and spent the night in the hospital. Dad, the two of you are exhausted!"

I hate to admit it but I was quite dejected by her explanation. Sophie was right, of course. I just didn't like to hear it. I still thought of myself as a young man.

Sophie sat down next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Daddy," she said, "I don't like it, either. I don't want either of you growing any older than you are. I don't want any of us to grow old. You're better off than most guys your age but you can't carry on like you're in your twenties, anymore. Hell, other than the fact you could stand to lose a few pounds you are in amazing shape for a 49-year-old. You're in amazing shape for a 40-year-old! If you want your doctor's advice: Take it easy this week. Don't run all over the state, exercise reasonably, and don't try to be a new dad so much. Save your energy for taking Chris all over Gettysburg, you're going to need it."

Sophie's talk about health reminded me that I hadn't heard from Cal.

"Shit," I said, "I forgot. Cal came to the funeral home on Saturday."

"Did he cause a scene?"

"No," I said, "but he looked more like a potential customer than the owner's brother.

Sophie moved right back into doctor mode. "What's going on," she asked.

"His ankles looked like tree trunks, his skin was grey, and he could barely breath. If he wasn't heading toward heart failure than I'm still drunk. He promised me he was going to go right to the hospital but I don't believe him."

"Shit is right," Sophie said, "how did he look last Saturday when he was here?"

"Fine. I mean he looked like Cal, no neck and all, but otherwise fine."

Sophie called a friend at the hospital. "Hi Sybil," she said. "Yeah, I'm enjoying no more twelve-hour shifts. Look, I need to know if my uncle Calvin Drake has been in. No, I don't need to know details, just if he's been in. No? Thanks."

I watched Sophie's reaction as she spoke on the phone. She wasn't surprised and frankly, neither was I.

"So, he didn't go?"

"Not in the last week, no."

"You know what's going on, don't you," I asked.

She looked at me as if she wanted to say something. Finally, she said, "I can't tell you." That was enough of a confirmation for me, though.

Amy and Lys came into the kitchen and they both saw the stressed look on Sophie's face. Poor Lys looked a little green. I knew morning sickness when I saw it.

Despite her obvious discomfort and roiling stomach, Lys asked Sophie what was wrong.

"Dad was telling me about seeing Uncle Cal and that he was sick."

"Oh, did his wife take him to the ER," Amy asked.

"No," Sophie said, "they never went. I'm going to go see him after lunch, I just need to come up with a reason."

"Take Chis to meet his Aunt Alice," Lys said. Sophie thought that that was perfect.

Part II

Amy and Lys left to meet the contractors after breakfast. Lys took her own car so she could do the grocery shopping afterwards and Amy had plans to stay at the funeral home all day to get some cleaning and planning done. For the first time in days, I was able to get started on a full workday, even logging into my private chat server to work directly with Jags and Cooper. After lunch, when Sophie and Chris went to "meet Aunt Alice" I found that I had the house to myself.

"There's rumbling from the office," Cooper said over the video chat.

"What kid of rumbling," Jags asked him.

"Suits meeting with our bosses," he answered.

That got my attention. "Probably investors. They always get investors in when we're in production. They'll be wanting to show us off soon," I conjectured.

"Maybe," Cooper admitted, "but Kelly at the front desk seemed to think that they were something else."

"Borg," Jags asked.

There are two game companies that seem to be snatching up the other, independent companies. Jags, Cooper, and I had taken to referring to them as the Borg. They swoop in, make everything their own, and take every piece of individuality and originality out of their acquisitions and replace them with micro transactions. You know who I mean.

"Yeah, Borg," Cooper agreed.

"Shit," Jags said. A simple word and a simple statement but it summarized so much.

What my team didn't know was that way back in 1993 when the first Blade and Bolt came out, our bosses were very, very new to the industry. They never asked me for an intellectual property sign-off and my lawyer, Mr. Swift, certainly never brought it up to them. Because of this and through several technicalities, I was still the owner of the Blade and Bolt I.P. Additionally, I never signed a non-compete so if our company really was about to be assimilated, I had an escape clause. Yes, this is unheard of in any publishing industry. Yes, I took advantage of my employers in a big way. No, I did not feel bad about it.

I had hired Jags and Cooper personally back when Blade and Bolt went from being a text-based adventure to being multi-media; that was for the third title. I may have neglected to have them sign non-competes as well.

What all this amounted to was that if something like assimilation, especially to a company like the one who has ruined so many others (you know who I mean), were to happen, we could go wherever and do whatever we wanted.

"There's nothing to worry about, guys," I said.

"Easy for you to say," Cooper scoffed, "you're doing this as a lucrative hobby these days. We don't all have a big-ass inheritance to fall back on."

I picked my phone up off of my desk. It was a message from Amy. "I'm all alone here, now."

"Same here," I replied to her.

"Guys," I said aloud, "I'm serious, there's nothing to worry about. Even the Borg lose once in a while."

"Yeah, okay, Captain Picard," Cooper scoffed.

A moment later, my phone dinged again but this time it was an app notification.

"Your partner is online."

Ah. I had forgotten about the "Interbuzz" app. My phone dinged a few more times in rapid succession. Amy sent me a series of snapshots. She was upstairs in the funeral home, in one of the bedrooms where the spare furniture was. In the first picture, she was topless and putting the Interbuzz toy in her mouth. The second phot was a shot of her spreading her pussy lips and displaying her clit. The third photo had a caption. It said, "I'm recording. You'll get a copy of the video after I've cum." The picture was a shot of the Interbuzz toy nestled securely in her cunt.

I launched the Interbuzz app and chose the sound reaction function. I put my phone down on my desk and switched the PC audio to the external speakers.

"Cooper," I said, "can we go through the new sound files you sent Friday?"

Cooper brightened up. "Oh yeah, let's do it. Where do you want to start?"

"Weather effects. Let's go simple sounds to complex," I answered. I was making sure to really enunciate so my phone would pick up every word. I watched the app reacting to our voices, knowing that it was sending pulses to Amy's toy.

Cooper started the sounds files with wind and a simple rainfall. As always, it sounded great. I watched the little sound spikes on the app, sending waves of gentle, if persistent pulses to the toy. The gentle rain lasted a few minutes and then Cooper changed it up to a heavy downpour, then after a few minutes of that he added howling wind. Each time he made a change I watched the app's little audio indicator light up, giving me an idea of how the toy was reacting.

Finally, Cooper added in thunder effects. Each clap would send a spike to the app and I smiled, hoping it was getting the reaction I wanted from Amy.

"That's great, Cooper," I said, "but it is too regular, too rhythmic. Can you randomize the thunderclaps at all? Make it more like nature?"

A few tweaks later, the thunder was coming in at random intervals and the duration of each rumble varied. While Cooper played with the variations, I noticed that the Interbuzz app had a button to activate multiple modes at once. I pressed it and opened up the "touch" mode.

The silly looking digital pussy appeared on my screen and I discretely began to tap my fingers in random spots. Every so often, I would slide my finger up and tickle the digital clit on screen.

For another thirty minutes, Cooper demoed various sounds and tweaked them based on our discussion. The whole time I kept dancing my fingers across my phone screen. When the last sound played, I pushed my finger down on the digital clit and rubbed it like I was trying to shine up a penny. When the sounds finally ended, I stopped the rubbing.

Immediately, I received a notification: "Your partner is not online." There was no further communication from Amy, so I hoped that I did okay.

Part III

Twenty minutes later, while Jags, Cooper, and I were still bouncing ideas off each other I heard the front door open and close rapidly. I muted my mic and called out to see who had come home.

"I need you upstairs," Amy called back.

"Okay, I'll be right up," I replied.

I keyed my mic back up and told the team that Amy had come home and needed help with something. "Be back in a few minutes," I said.

Before I left my chair a direct message popped up on my screen from Jags. "Hope you're not back too quickly," it read.

I ran upstairs and turned at the landing into our bedroom. Amy was naked already and on the bed. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Brother-dick, please."

I began to get undressed and I said, "I take it the toy didn't do it for you?"

"The toy did fine. But I want more. I want the real thing. Amy had a wild look in her eye.

I did a little calendar calculation in my head. Based on what she told me last month I thought I knew what was going on. "Oh, is this the week of the month where you try to kill me again?"

Amy looked at me, a flash of annoyance crossed her face. "Do you want to make sexist remarks or do you want to fuck your sister?"

"I want to fuck my sister, please," I admitted. Hey, I wasn't that stupid.

"Lay down," she instructed me.

I got in bed next to her and lay down on my back. No sooner was I in bed than her mouth engulfed my dick. It was hard quickly and the sensations from her mouth travelled up and down my body.

She let my cock go with a long, very wet lick then climbed up into my lap. Without a word, Amy dropped onto my dick, impaling herself to the hilt. With a satisfied hiss, she started to rock herself back and forth on me.

"Now," she said in a commanding voice, "I am going to ride my brother's cock until I cum all over it. And trust me, it won't take long now. And then I'm going to keep riding it until he floods his sister's naughty cunt with his spunk. Any questions?"

With a grunt, I reached up and grabbed Amy's shoulders. I pulled her down into a fierce kiss. Amy rose back up, her eyes rolling back in her head. She began to rock harder and faster with a deep growl rumbling in her throat. The orgasm that was building was going to be epic; it felt like the storm that Cooper made for our game.

Between Amy's aggressive movements and her filthy pillow talk I knew there was no way I was going to last long, either. I tried to distract myself from what she was saying and the noises she was making. I thought of anything that I could: work, the long drive to Gettysburg this week, and even the damn funeral home. Anything to distract me and help me last longer.

I snapped back to reality when Amy wailed, "Oh my God I can't believe what my brother's cock is doing to me!"

Well, that did me in. I roared and Amy screamed. Our orgasms crashed into each other and I'm pretty sure my heart lost a few beats. Amy shuddered with aftershocks as she lay on top of me, my cock still inside of her though rapidly deflating.

We hear a door downstairs open and close and then energetic feet run up the stairs to the landing outside of our bedroom.

"Did you lock the bedroom door," Amy asked urgently.

"Nope."

Amy rolled off me as fast as she could and we both dove for the covers as the door burst open, Chris running in at full speed. Sophie appeared in the doorway behind him trying to recall the energetic boy from the room.

"Mom! Dad," Chris yelled, "are you two taking another nap?"

I tried to feign sleepiness and said, "we were trying to, bud."

"Go downstairs and we'll be down in a minute," Amy said.

Chris dodged around Sophie and went back downstairs. Sophie stood in the doorway trying not to look at us directly.

"You know you two," Sophie said, "that when he gets older and realizes what all these 'naps' were, he'll be in therapy for years." Sophie shook her head and went down to join Chris.

Amy and I cleaned up, dressed, and put ourselves back together. Amy announced she was done with work for the day but I wanted to put in another hour or so.

Part IV

I sat back down and put my headset on. Jags and Cooper had gotten through a few more bullet points while I was occupied. Looking at the video call, Jags had a shit-eating grin on his face while Cooper looked oblivious.

"Everything go okay," Jags asked with barely contained innuendo.

"Yeah. She needed some help with uhm...heavy lifting."

Jags rolled his eyes and Cooper commented on how weird it had to be for me meeting a sister that I never knew I had and then letting her move in with me. Jags snorted and said, "I'm sure he's really ... put out."

Okay, that was funny and I had to cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

An hour later, Amy came up behind me and took the headset from me. She leaned down so she was on camera and put the headset on. I quickly moved the audio back to the speakers again.

"Hi guys," she said, "Dave's dinner is ready."

"Hey, Amy," Jags replied, "good to see you again."

Cooper looked at his screen in surprise. "Hey, I know you," he said, "you did my grandfather's funeral!"

"I'm sorry, I don't really remember that. I hope I did a good job," Amy responded. "You must be Cooper. I'm Amy Fries, Dave's girlfriend."

I felt the blood drain from my face and I began to see stars at the edge of my vision. Jags' eyes bulged for a moment. I slapped the mute button on the screen and said, "He knows that you're my sister."

"Oh fuck."

I took my headset back and unmuted the mic. "I'm going to go eat, guys. See you tomorrow." I dropped from the conference call.

"Oh shit, Dave," Amy stammered, "I am so sorry. I should have known not to say anything."

Yes, she should have. We've both made slip-ups here and there; minor details here and there but those were to our immediate family, the people who know us best and who supported us. This was something new.

I was attempting to keep my breathing even. I had zero idea how the conservative, religious Cooper was going to react to the revelation that Amy was more than my sister.

My phone dinged. I had a strong suspicion that this wasn't going to be good.

Jags: "Don't worry, I smoothed it over. He's okay."

Me: "What did you say to him?"

Jags: "I told him that you only said she was your sister to us to hide the fact that Sophie and Lys put you on an internet dating site. You know -- in case it didn't work out."

Me: "And he bought that?"

Jags: "Yup, you're all good."

I showed Amy the phone and she sighed in relief. I wasn't so confident that Jags ploy worked, though. I didn't know what Cooper's reaction would be but I hoped that our long friendship would count for something.

We went to the kitchen, Amy still looking sheepish, to join Sophie and Chris for dinner. Amy remained quiet as we ate but Sophie related her and Chris's visit to Cal.

"He's definitely in congestive heart failure," she said, "I made Aunt Alice take him to the ER to get checked out. She promised to call when she knows more."

"How bad is it," Amy asked Sophie.

"I'll ask you what I asked Dad: Did he show any signs of being sick last weekend," Sophie asked in reply.

"No," Amy and I said in unison.

"Then its pretty bad. He's in a lot of trouble; very sick. Frankly, I'm amazed he hasn't died. Drake family stubbornness."

Amy looked horrified. "Is he really *THAT* bad?"

Sophie nodded and took a bite of her food. Sophie looked at me apologetically reminding me of the impression that I had earlier that she knew what was going on.

"How long," I asked.

"If he follows directions and takes his meds, he has years."

"This time," I said, "if he follows directions this time is what you wanted to say. not 'how long does he have.' How long has this been going on?"

"You know I can't tell you that. I shouldn't even acknowledge that you're right."

"Sophie," Amy said, "I'd rather my first customer not be my brother and his wife. What can we do?"

"We keep on him. You and I have to keep on him," Sophie answered, "he isn't going to listen to Dad but he will listen to you."

Part V

It was much later in the evening, around 10:00, when we got word from Alice that Cal was responding well to the meds and was admitted for observation. He was expected to make a good recovery. I was able to get Alice to admit that this started a year ago and that Cal refused to keep up with his medication. Amy was visibly relieved he was going to be okay. She seemed to have let out a breath that nobody knew she was holding. I hadn't realized how much tension was in the room until it was gone.

"I'm going up to bed," Amy said to us, "don't be too long, David." Oh, when she used my full name she had something in mind. She went up the stairs.

Sophie shook her head at us, again. "That reminds me," she went to her handbag and pulled a box out of it. "I did call my folks at the urology about getting you in for a vasectomy. They can't fit you in until September so be careful."

She tossed the box she pulled form her bag to me. It was, of course, a box of condoms.