This is a story about the desperate acts of a loving sister and the complications those actions cause.
"Thanks for helping me out, Jimmy," I said as I pushed the mower back into its place in my parent's garage.
"No problem, bro, besides I promised Mom I'd be here. She was afraid Dad would try to run the mower one-handed. She's right, he probably would have."
"Yeah, he's a tough old goat. Well, it didn't take us long, so how about I treat us to a milkshake at DQ?"
We went inside and told Mom we'd finished the lawn. Dad was napping on the couch, so we didn't disturb him. He had fallen at work and broken his left arm. It seemed to be mending well, but Mom didn't want him to overdo things.
"Thanks for coming over boys. I knew that stubborn old man would have tried to do the mowing himself because he's too proud to ask for help."
"Glad to help out, Mom. With Jimmy's help, it took no time at all."
"Do you boys want to stay for dinner, or do you have plans?"
Jimmy spoke up, "I don't know about John, but I have a date tonight. We're going to that new restaurant that just opened on Broad Street."
"I have a darts match at the Pub. I plan to win a free pizza from the losers," I said, and laughed.
We got to the DQ and the lot was pretty full. Our local DQ was quite old and didn't have a drive-thru, so we had to go to the window to order. As I joked with my brother about his date, I couldn't help noticing an adorable ass on the girl in line ahead of us. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight shorts and a cropped-off tee shirt. The shorts accentuated her ass and showed off her tan legs and tiny waist.
My brother caught my stare and turned to see what had grabbed my attention. We both enjoyed the view for a few moments and then the girl turned to look over her shoulder before stepping away from the window. I quickly locked eyes with her and she smiled.
"Do I pass inspection?"
I stuttered for a second and tried to speak, 'oh, uh, sorry. ... Yes, Yes indeed!
Her smile broadened and she said, "Glad you approve. Now, if two will excuse me ..."
"Oh, sure ... sorry," I said and stepped out of her way. She walked past us, and I couldn't help staring at her ass as she walked away. I enjoyed the view until my brother thumped me and I turned back to the window to order.
We got our shakes and started back to the car. Jimmy nudged me and lifted his chin toward a bright red Miata. The girl I'd ogled was sitting in the passenger seat licking her cone and talking to another girl in the driver's seat. As we neared the car, I said, "Nice car."
The passenger smiled and said, "Oh, so you also inspect cars?" Then she and her friend laughed at her joke.
"Well, I only do my inspections when I see something truly worthy of inspection."
The girl in the driver's seat lightly punches the other girl in the arm. "Uh oh, Sis! I'd watch out for this one, he's pretty smooth."
"Not too smooth, after all, I DID catch him staring at my ass."
The four of us laughed, and I stuck out my hand. "Hi, I'm John Rollins, and this is my brother, Jim."
The passenger shifted her cone and then took my hand. "Glad to meet you, John. I'm Amy Mathews and this is my sister, Jill."
We spoke casually as we finished our ice cream. Then Jill started her car.
"Oh, uh Amy, could I get your number? You know, maybe call you?"
Amy smiled, "Give me your phone." I handed it to her. She punched in some numbers and her phone buzzed. Then she handed back my phone. "There, now we have each other's number."
They both waved as they drove off. Jim and I got back into my car and I saved her number as a contact. Then I turned and grinned at my brother.
"Bro! She is fine! And her sister is just as cute! I wonder if she's seeing anyone? Hey, when you call Amy, get Jill's number for me."
It's funny, I remember that day like it was yesterday, not thirteen years ago. Of course, I called Amy, we dated, it got serious, and we got married. Jimmy married Jill about two years after I married her sister. Jim and I started our own Electrical Services company and Amy runs our office. Jill is a nurse at a specialty clinic and now has two daughters with Jim.
It was quite a struggle, but after many months of trying, Amy presented me with a screaming eight-pound baby boy. We named him Bryan. He was born a couple of years after Jim's youngest daughter and is now eight years old. He's bright, energetic, and looks exactly like me, which is why I never once doubted I was his father, until today. I looked again at the DNA results from the kit he had used. It was one of those kits that shows your family tree. His cousin's family had each submitted a sample and gotten their results and encouraged him to do the same.
Bryan thought it was kinda cool, so several months later, he ordered a test kit for our family. Somehow the order got messed up and he had to reorder them a few months later. Those delays meant our samples were sent almost a full year after his cousin's results were received.
The kits show any blood relatives that had also submitted samples, so the cousin's report had not shown Bryan, Amy, or me as relatives, just the girls as daughters of Jill and Jimmy.
When our test results arrived, they showed Jill and the cousins as relatives. It showed Bryan was Amy's son and I was a relative. ... It showed Jim was his father.
I read the report several times to make sure I had not misread it. No, it was quite clear, I am related to Bryan, but NOT his biological father. I sat back in my chair. How the fuck did this happen? My fucking brother? I just couldn't fathom the possibility that Amy would have cheated on me, not in a million years!
Just then I heard the garage door go up, Amy and Bryan were home. I stuffed the report back into the envelope and carried it upstairs. I put the envelope in my dresser drawer and went back downstairs.
Bryan made a bee-line to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips, and a soda, and bounded up to his room. I'm not sure he even saw me sitting at the table. Amy breezed into the kitchen and set her purse on her desk. She saw me and stopped.
"John? I wasn't expecting you until later. Didn't you go to Miller's and look at that panel?"
"I went, but he wasn't there. I called him and he said he got tied up and asked me to come back in the morning. It was my last appointment, so I just headed home. Is that OKAY with you?"
I had said the last sentence in a bit of a snarky tone and she caught it immediately.
