Part I. Prologue
Sara jumped up from her seat as Jack slammed the phone down. Interrupted from her otherwise ordinary afternoon magazine reading, she instinctively turned around and asked him what happened. She saw Jackās face all red.
āThat stupid brother of mine is trying to hit me for money. He is broke and the bank is threatening to foreclose his house. He is so stupid. I donāt even know where to start.ā He was fuming as he went to the bathroom to take a leak.
Jack and Peter Baker are brothers. They grew up in a small town outside of Chicago. Their parents were immigrants from Italy and didnāt speak a word of English when they arrived in the US. Realizing that their mother was a very good cook, his fatherās friend helped them open a bakery in the city. Their motherās creations were a hit. Consequently, the bakery did very well. That was when they decided to change their last name to Baker from Cannelozzi ā not that they were ashamed of their Italian heritage.
As the business grew, they needed to hire more people. They hired and trained any person that was willing to learn and work, regardless of race. In addition, their stubborn father finally admitted that he cannot handle the bookkeeping, purchasing and marketing all at the same time by himself. So they hired help for the back-office, as well. With the bakery running like a well oiled engine, they settled down and had two boys one after the other (Jack and Peter).
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. For the Bakers, it ended tragically. To sum it up ā Mrs. Baker died, Mr. Baker married his secretary and the boys were sent to a private school out of state. They went to college and never seen their father again.
Part 2 ā Jack cums
Jack had not seen his brother since he got married 3 years ago. As he pushed at the doorbell, he was contemplating whether to give him a hug or to punch him in the face. He looked around the porch of the colonial and realized that the evidence of their hard work was still standing. When Peter bought the house, it was in shambles; paint was peeling; sidings were worn; walkway was cracked. They worked three long months with help from local contractors to restore it. He glided his hands along molding that surrounds the door while reminiscing the time that he painted it.
Although he wanted to inspect the house further, a minute had past and still nobody answered the door. He pressed the button again and waited for another minute. He resigned that maybe the couple went out so he picked up his luggage to head back down the steps and dialed the number for a taxi service to pick him up. Before he could press send, he heard a voice called out, āIām coming!ā It was his sister-in-law, Megan.
He slid the phone back into his pocket and faced the door. He scratched his eyebrows impatiently as he heard her heels tapping on the hard wood floor. He planned to just disregard his brotherās pleas, but Sara convinced him that he should, at least, visit him and try to find out why he had problems. After a four-hour flight, a no-show pickup, 2-hour traffic jam and, to finish it off, lightly spraining his ankles on his brother curb, he patiently waited at the doorstep.
As the door knob turned and the door cracked open, he was expecting to see his cute mousy sister-in-law in a sundress with her hair tied behind her back dressed in her bathrobe. However, he almost dropped his luggage on his feet as he was almost blinded by the sight of a goddess on earth. She looked nothing like the person he remembered his brother married.
āMegan?ā
āJack! It is so nice to see you. How long has it been? 3 years? You looked exactly like that last time I saw you.ā
āLook at you! I can barely recognize you.ā
Jack was not exaggerating at all. Her once limp, dirty-blonde hair was now full shiny platinum and cascaded down one side over her shoulder resting at her breast. She used to have small breast. He remembered that very well because during Steve and Meganās wedding, his wife, Sara, complained that she can never dance as well as Megan. As a joke, he told her that at least she had bigger hooters than her. Not anymore. Her breast was now full C, perfectly shaped and begging to be touched. Her nose, her cheek, her lips⦠They were all perfect.
Megan stepped down and hugged him. āThis is the result of a lot of hard work with a little help from my doctor. Do you like it?ā She twirled around for him - showing off her tight buns, slim waist and sculpture legs and thighs. He looked up and down her body in awe as he swallowed hard and felt the stirring in his pants. āYouāre gorgeous!ā He cannot believe he just said that, especially with that longing tone.
Megan blushed from his comment. āThank you. Flattery will certainly go a long way.ā She held his hand and led him to the den. āCome on. Let me show you around.ā Megan was very proud of what she had done on the house. Every picture and every artwork had a story to tell. Every piece of furniture had history behind it. No room was spared. During the tour, he found out that Peter was out of town for business and wonāt be back until next week. He regretted not getting the chance to see his brother in person - he was flying back Sunday. By end of the tour, she had her arms around his and laughing hysterically about her tales.