Chapter One.
Brothers' stroke breaks up family.
Ernesto Fuentes got off the plane at San Diego, and after getting his one piece of luggage for his short stay to see his ailing brother. After collection his one piece luggage, he got in the rental car and drove straight to his brother's house. His sister in law, his brother's wife Julia, answered the door and let him in. There was family everywhere in the small three-bedroom frame house. After a few words and some introductions, Ernesto went in to see his brother, Phillipe.
It had been years since he had seen his brother, and now, seeing him as he lay in his bed, he looked so much older, tired and hopeless. Julia came in with some coffee and sweetbread for Ernesto, and then he and his brother talked. They talked about old times, happier times, and sad times. Julia came in and said, 'Sorry to break in on you two, but Phillipe needs his rest. You two can talk tomorrow.'
Tomorrow never came, the next morning, Julia's loud cry filled the house. Ernesto came quickly to his brother's room, but sadly, his brother was now gone. The funeral had brought the small family together, and then, everyone was home again. They all seemed lost and confused as to what would happen next. Phillipe was not only the bread winner, but was 'El Don' of the Familia. Everyone came to him with their problems and his help.
It was now a month later, and Ernesto was looking forward to returning to his home in Houston. He had done all he could for his brothers' family. He had taken care of his brothers' will, made sure Julia was well provided for, and helped his two eldest niece and nephew get settled in their new jobs. And now he was getting ready to leave. Julia came to him, she expressed her and her family's gratitude, and it seemed like she was having trouble trying to say something else.
Ernesto led her to the kitchen, poured some coffee for both, sat down and looked Julia straight in the eyes and asked; 'What's bothering you Julia, is there something else you want to say before I leave tomorrow morning?'
She looked back at him, and burst out crying, 'Ernesto, you have done so much for all of us, how can we ever repay you?'
'Being my brothers' wife, and giving him a good family is good enough for me. I don't need anything else.'
'You know Ernesto, all you have done for us has been good. My two oldest have you to thank for their jobs, you have set my affairs in order, and now I will have a pension to live off. All these things would not have been possible without you.'
'But I have one more thing to ask of you, then you are free to live your life.'
Ernesto could not imagine what else he could possibly do. All the things he had done, had been for his brother and his family. Being an attorney, the paperwork and the legalities involved had been easy, but now, what else could she possibly want?
During the years, his wife had passed away, Ernesto had become completely involved with his work, so much so, that before he knew it, almost 12 years had passed. Since that time, he had become accustomed to living alone, his kids had grown up, went to college, married and moved away. Sure, they visited him often, as did he, but he never thought once about moving in with them.
Julia resumed talking, and as she did, Ernesto could not believe what he was hearing, Julia's words sent him into a panic.
'I can't just start being a parent again overnight! My God Julia, do you know how old my kids are? They are almost as old as you!'
'No, this will simply not work, and it would be far better, if we both forget we even had this conversation!'
Ernesto could not think of anything else to say, so he just sat down and put his head in his hands.
Julia looked at him, with sadness in her eyes, she gently took his face in her hands. It was a long pause, before she spoke again.
'Ernesto, I am dying too. My doctor told me a year ago, that the cancer they found was malignant, and before I could tell your brother, he had his heart condition. My two oldest are strong, they will survive and do good. But my youngest, Julie, I'm not so sure about her. Her father always spoiled her, and we never really took the time to teach her responsibilities. After I'm gone, you will be the only one left who can help her.'
'You are her uncle, you are all she talks about to her friends, how you are a big-time lawyer in Houston, you fly in expensive jets, and you just snap your fingers and you get a new car. We know that's just young girl talk, but Ernesto, she admires and respects you. You can help her grow up, send her to college, I don't know about these things, but I beg of you, please do this one last thing for us.'
That night, he agreed to take his niece back to Houston with him. That night he slept very little, mostly tossing and turning. Wondering how could his brother have done this to him. He had over stayed his visit for a full month, now he had a young life to take care of.
The next morning, Ernesto had to endure the crying, the sad farewells, the promises to keep in touch, all the things you promise to do but will never do. Then, he and his niece were gone.
Chapter Two.
The Homecoming.
They arrived at Houston International. Julie's eyes were wide as they took in everything, she had never seen anything like this before, in fact, she had never been anywhere outside her small suburban environment.
He looked at her, and realized that, even though she had been around him for over a month, he had never really gotten a good look at her. But here she was now. A young woman of 18 years, her short skirt revealed her shapely legs, the strong ankles, and her generous hips. The tight shirt she had was struggling to contain her ample breasts, the buttons threatening to pop off at any time. Ernesto watched her on the drive home as she moved around the seat next to him. She would turn in different directions to look at things, as she did her tight skirt would ride high on her legs. At one point, she had lowered the window and had leaned far out. As she spread her arms, smiling in the wind, the skirt lost the fight and creeped up past her ass cheeks. Ernesto got a good look at her round, generous ass, almost spilling out of her pink panties. He felt a familiar tug between his legs.
That evening, exhausted, Ernesto sunk into the thick, leather sofa in front of the big screen television. He turned to see Julia come running down the stairs, a big smile on her face, as she plopped down next to him, in fact, almost on him. She was wearing one of his white, long sleeve shirts, the top three buttons were undone, the sleeves partly rolled up. He could see her firm breasts, and the impressive cleavage left no doubt that she was not wearing a bra, and that her breasts were real, firm, and full.
His gaze traveled further down, the front of the shirt had collected between her thighs, and he could not tell if she was wearing anything underneath. Her shapely legs hung over the arm of the sofa, and as she leaned against him, the fresh scent of her just washed body tantalized his nose. It had been ages since he had had the pleasure of such an experience.
'Mija, are you hungry, what would you like to eat?' he asked her. She slid her legs off the sofa's arm, and turned to look at him. As she did so, she almost spilled out of the shirt. 'Oops!' she said, as she pulled the shirt back in place, smiled and looked at him like nothing had happened.
'Si, Tio, but I don't want to go anywhere, I'm too tired.' She said, as she curled her legs under her and cuddled closer to him, her arm went around his, and she snuggled down a little more.
Ernesto couldn't believe he had a young, armful of woman next to him. She smelled wonderful after her bath, and now here she was, wearing his shirt, her full breasts threatening to burst the last remaining buttons on his shirt, and maybe wearing nothing underneath. Now she lay cuddled next to him like an affection starved kitten.
He was going to suggest ordering a pizza, but then he heard her slow, deep, snoring, and knew she was out for the rest of the night. He adjusted himself, and then he too, drifted off to sleep.
'Tio, tio, wake up, come to breakfast, and I got coffee too, come on!' Julia had been tugging on his shirt, and as he slowly came to, the fresh smell of hot coffee and eggs on the griddle hit his nose, totally waking him up. He washed up and came to the kitchen, Julia had set a full cup of coffee on the table, and a plate of fresh cooked eggs and toast, greeted him.
She had stepped out, and then she was at his side, and placed the morning paper next to him. Julia went to the stove to get her breakfast, Ernesto noticed she was wearing a t-shirt and just a pair of white panties. The distinct outline of her nipples, and the darkness of her areola showed through the thin material of her small t-shirt. She set the look off with a pair of simple sandals.
'Julie, did you just go and get my paper dressed like that?' he asked her.
'Tio, there is nothing wrong with the way I'm dressed, besides, there was no one out there to see me. Next time, I'll put on more clothes to make you feel better.' Julie replied.
He smiled at her, then his smile turned into a grin, then the grin turned into a laugh. Julia looked at her uncle, puzzled, and then spoke.
'What's so funny Tio, did I do something wrong?' she asked, with a hurt feeling creeping onto her pretty face.
'No, mija, quite the contrary, you've made an old man very happy. I'm supposed to look out for you, but here you are, making my breakfast and getting my paper, it looks more like you're looking out for me,' said Ernesto, laughing, and looking at his niece warmly.