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, it feeds our egos. I love to interact with readers (except the homophobes).
It has been a long time since we've visited with Amy and Dave and I do apologize for that, but I've been having quite the spring and summer, too!
We're in the home stretch now. There's probably about two chapters left after this. Thank you so much to those of you who have come along with Dave and Amy so far.
Amy -- F is for Family
Part I
Two weeks later found us camping once again. The kids started school the week prior, and they quickly declared that they needed an "adjustment break", so we took Aunt Ellie's offer up and joined in on the Borden family camping trip for Labor Day.
When Aunt Ellie was a girl, had a boyfriend who wound up moving to the Poconos. The old boyfriend bought one of the old "borscht belt" resorts and he converted it into a campground. Aunt Ellie rented it in full every Labor Day for a week and the old fella, who was still in some kind of love with her, gave our clan free reign over the entire campground.
It'd been a few years since I had been on any of the family trips. By now you know that when Grace died that I checked out of anything that wasn't work or sleep. When I told Aunt Ellie that we intended to come to the camp she was overjoyed. She promised us that we'd have a great time and for the first time in years, I was attending the camp. I packed up everyone and all of my kids along with Clare and Chris caravanned down to the Poconos. If you're trying to do the math that's six adults, a teen, a kid, and a newborn. You may be wondering, "can you fit that many people in a class-c RV?"
No.
Now to set up the logistics: Even though uhm...intermingling...is apparently an open family secret, it had been kept quiet enough that my generation didn't really know about the Borden's habit of keeping it in the family. After the Memorial Day picnic, the family knew that Amy was my sister, so any open affection was out of the question for the trip.
Our collective kids were determined to make sure Amy, and I had our time alone. Chris insisted on using a tent. I admired his dedication to traditional camping, but I was very glad he didn't want me to join him on the ground. Who am I kidding, if he asked, I would have, and everyone knew it. Clare, having none of sleeping on the ground followed Steve and Rose to a camp cabin to "help with David Seth" and Sophie and Lys got a cabin of their own.
If you're counting, yes, that left Amy and I alone in the camper! This all sounds pretty good, right? Sounds like we had everything planned out and it was all set, yeah?
Yeah...
Dean and Cal. I leave that as a sentence because throughout my adult life if something either stupid or intrusive happened, it has almost always been Dean and/or Cal behind it; usually Cal.
Dean and Cal showed up for the camping trip and they hadn't made reservations, and no cabins were available so of course they decided that they would stay with us in my RV. I was immediately put in a shit spot because they made a big deal out of the Drake siblings being together and laid enough of a guilt trip on me that our mother would have been in awe.
It was Amy who caved first and agreed to let them stay, but she made sure that they understood that she and I would not be changing our sleeping arrangements. Cal bristled but with a word from Dean he calmed himself. I finally relented and agreed to Dean and Cal staying with us. Afterwards, I took Amy aside.
"Are you sure about this," I asked her, "you know having Chuckle and Fuck staying with us is going to put a crimp in any "us" time."
Amy smiled at me and simply said, "It's the right thing to do."
She was right, of course but I still suspiciously asked, "Why?"
"It looks good to the rest of the family, and it helps the four of us grow as siblings. And somewhere in that horny little heart of yours you know that I'm right."
Dammit. "Uh-huh," I answered dubiously.
Amy punched me playfully in my shoulder. "Behave and maybe I'll suck your dick in the woods later."
I won't lie, that brightened my mood.
"Yeah? You kiss your mom with that mouth?"
"Nope," Amy smiled, "but I'll kiss my brother."
Part II
The first night, Aunt Ellie always held a big, communal pot-luck dinner. This was always her favorite part, though my favorite part of the trip was the last night bon fire. There was another tradition that went along with the pot-luck, Cal would drink too much. I understood that all too well and was one of the few things that I didn't judge Cal on, but it did lead to the final tradition that Grace had dubbed the, "Not It Dance".
The dance would start when Cal would sit down with Dean, Mom, Dad, Grace, and me. When Cal drank, he would get very opinionated and very confident and even the slightest buzz would kill his filter. He also, as so many folks do (me included) thought he was far smarter than he was when he drank. We called this version of Cal, "Professor Cal".
I'd like you to picture Cal, pontificating about any subject from morality to religion to politics and gradually, one of us would get up and leave. And then another and another would leave until only one family member was left, cornered by "Professor Cal". We always did our best to make sure it was Dean or Mom.
At that night's pot-luck dinner, "Professor Cal" started early. The winners that night were Sophie and Lys. They got up the moment Cal sat down, he was going on about gay marriage. Yeah, he was that level of douchebag that he'd bitch about his niece's marriage in front of his niece. Rose and Steve quickly made an excuse that the baby needed changing, and they vanished.
About the time Cal began to inform us of his opinion of the current administration, Dean had enough and he, Clare, and Chris ghosted the table to go sit with Aunt Ellie. I mouthed to Amy, "You wanted to get to know him." Amy's answer was a subtle middle finger. For the next half hour every time I started to stand up Amy would fix me with a scrotum withering look. I honestly began to tune him out and soon I wasn't paying attention.
My attention was yanked back when I hear the slightly slurred words, "...fucking our sister..."
Amy was staring at Cal in horror, and I was looking around to see if anyone was paying attention praying that "Professor Cal" had driven anyone nearby away.
Luckily, the only person nearby was our cousin, Eddie, who looked as shocked as me at what he just heard. Eddie sat down and put his hand on Cal's shoulder. "Hey Cal! Dean tells me you've been sick. You don't look too well, let's get you some water."
I added, "Yeah, Cal. Eddie is right. You're dealing with a lot right now, maybe you should take it easy on the booze. Grab some water and go lay down in the camper."
Cal reluctantly agreed and Eddie managed to lead him away. Dean came over curious at the scene that was unfolding.
"Cal got drunk and damn near dimed us out," I hissed.
Dean looked surprised to some degree but not nearly as much as one would think he should be. "Professor Cal" struck again. "I'll go help Eddie," Dean said, turning to hurry after them.
"Dean," Amy grabbed our brother's arm, "he can't drink like this. You know with his heart it will kill him."
Dean looked legitimately worried when he thought about it, so I told him to take Sophie with him. I saw the concern in Amy's eyes and said, "Cal's like a cockroach. He'll be fine."
I wanted to mean what I said but all I could picture was how sick he looked that day at the funeral home.
Part III
By the pained cries coming from the main part of the camper I decided that Cal had survived the night. I opened the bedroom door to see Amy trying to get Cal to drink more water. He looked like shit.
"Where's Dean," I asked.
"He's going fishing with Eddie and Uncle Ralph," Amy replied, "why don't you go with them?"
I fixed Amy with a stare that clearly asked, "what the fuck are you trying to do to me?"
Amy's eyes shined with laughter, and she said, "no, really. Go relax and have fun." Beyond not having fished in some twenty years or more I couldn't quite grasp how spending the day with Dean was fun; better than Cal but still. I expressed my doubts.
Amy whispered, "Go have fun and I promise when you get back that I'll make sure we have some alone time."
Weighing the options in my mind I decided that Amy's offer was worth an afternoon with Dean, Eddie, and Ralph. It was a gamble that Amy could shoo Cal out of the RV but it would be better to relax with the others than it would be to stew around the RV waiting for Cal to feel better and go do something else.
"Okay, I want alone time with you," I admitted, sounding to my ear like a slightly scaled Barney Rubble.
"Good," Amy flashed the smile, "go have fun and I'll deal with Cal."
Part IV
To Amy's credit, I did have fun with Uncle Ralph, Eddie and Dean. By the time I returned to my RV though, I was overheated and exhausted. I suspected I was a little sunburnt, too as my legs and arms already felt "tight." And no, if you're wondering, I didn't catch a thing and nobody else did, either. Though if I'm being honest, I doubt there were any fish in the campground pond, anyway.
When I finally came back to the RV, I was surprisingly sore from sitting still for so long. Amy had the curtains drawn and it was dark and cool inside. Once my eyes adjusted, I was pleased to see that Cal was mercifully gone.
"Steven and Rose took Cal for mini-golf. He was strangely excited for a middle-aged man," Amy called from the bedroom.
With a sigh, I started to sit down on the sofa. The bedroom door popped open, and Amy stood there, naked and looking freshly showered. I could smell her shampoo from the door and the combination of that and her body turned me on straight away. I took a moment to muse about how I started the summer with mild but frequent enough to be depressing ED to being like a teenager again.
"Are you going to come back here and fuck your sister or not," she taunted.
"I dunno," I teased right back, "I should probably save it for the woman I sorta proposed to."
"Well good news, man," Amy replied, "you can ring two bells with one dick!"
Who was I kidding? I forced my shoes off without even untying them and stood up (knees popping). Before I even made it to the bedroom door, I had shucked off the rest of my clothing and I practically leaped on top of Amy in the bed.
As the old cliché goes, Amy kissed me so hard that I may have lost a few fillings. One of many things I'd learned about my sister: she was one hell of a kisser. When we finally broke the kiss I said, "We have to take it easy. Sex in an RV is very noticeable.
