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Good day Readers!
This is my first upload to anywhere in a LONG time. I hope you enjoy it, and whether I continue the story or not will depend on how well people like it. So, please vote, and comment.
I would also like to give the usual disclaimers, that this is a complete work of fiction. All characters are 18+ at the time anything sexual is happening.
Chapter '0' is complete backstory and buildup to the events that begin in chapter 1. I would have to say that this is not a quick wank story, so keep that in mind.
Enjoy!
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Life is a truly fickle thing. Lots of good things followed by bad things.
Growing up I was an only child with loving parents and a few good friends. We lived in a nice small town in a rural area of Southern Ontario. I was able to walk to school in the mornings. Both for elementary school, and high school. This was a benefit, in my mind. I was able to sleep in, unlike the sleep-deprived zombie kids that rode the bus. The world was good to me. I even thought I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, unlike most of the other guys I knew.
My world changed, however, when my mom announced that she was pregnant. It was Christmas, and I was 15. My parents thought that I would love to have a sibling and would be overjoyed at the news. It just made me sad. I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I just didn't realize the extent that my new sibling was going to change my life.
The pregnancy was not easy on my mother, and there were some complications early on. With the closest hospital with a birthing unit over two hours away by ambulance, the decision was made to move to the city.
My father, being a licensed carpenter and electrician, had no issue finding work in the city, and by the end of January had purchased a house. My parents hired a moving company to pack our house so that I didn't have to miss any school, and my mother would be able to rest. Before the middle of February, my entire life was uprooted.
New city, new house, new school, newly arriving family. Despite all of that I adapted.
I loved the small town because I could go camping, fishing, whenever, and almost wherever I wanted. My friends and I would wander the countryside for hours getting into whatever trouble or work we could find. More than one farmer paid us with a cold beer for shovelling shit or stacking hay bales.
The city wasn't as bad as I was expecting either though. I quickly made new friends at school, and they showed me what fun there was in town. I went to my first movie without my parents. There was a club for kids where we went dancing. Dancing wasn't really my thing, but it was fun watching everyone else bounce around. It was all completely strange and foreign, and yet not terrible.
Soon enough, my baby sister, Emily, was born. Despite the pregnancy being hard on my mom, Emily was born strong and healthy. Then I had to contest with her wailing screams at two in the morning, and the constant need for attention that all babies needed.
I graduated high school at 17, the year after she was born. I knew that I wanted to join the trades, and my dad offered to take me on as an apprentice. I readily agreed. As a graduation present my parents even bought me all the basic tools that I needed to start working. Not even a week after finishing my last day of school, I was on the worksite with my dad drinking in the knowledge he had to offer.
As Emily got older, I started babysitting her. And I always seemed to be called to perform the task on the weeks when a party or some other function was going on.
Even still I grew to love the little brat.
As Emily grew and started kindergarten, I received my carpenter licence and moved out, buying my own house, one that I could fix up. I loved living with my parents, but at twenty it was time to branch out.
Just because I had my carpenter licence, however, didn't mean my education was complete. I immediately enrolled as an electrical apprentice under my father. That didn't mean a whole lot really. I got up and went to work just like every other day for the past four years. It was even the same work I was doing. Only now it counted towards my next licence.
My dad had always encouraged me to get as many licences and certificates as I could manage. He always said that it would ensure that I had a good-paying job to be able to provide for my family. That bit of wisdom stuck with me and has proven true.
For the next few years, I lived for work. I learned all I could from my dad and the other guys who worked for him. I loved it. I loved being able to work with my hands and see the end result at the end of the day. There was something there. Something tangible that I could take pride in.
So, as it turned out, moving, and getting a little sister wasn't the worst thing in the world. One of the best things in the world happened to me a few years later though. I was twenty-two, and my dad landed a job at a local sorority house. This wasn't the normal kind of job we took, but I think he took this job because of me. I think that my parents wanted me to start seeing someone to be able to give them grandbabies. I didn't meet many women because I was always working, so they made me work where the ladies were. In the end, their plan worked.
The sorority had just purchased this old house to use as their new chapter house. The issue was that the house was ancient and was desperately in need of updating. That is where we came in. The job was supposed to take about a month, and my dad even hired a couple of extra people to make sure that we finished the job on time.
While there I met Sarah Parker. A gorgeous woman getting a bachelor's degree in HR Management. She was taller than many women, meeting my 5'-10", with flowing blond hair, vivid blue eyes and an athletic build. She ended up being my Amazon woman.
Immediately she took an interest in me, and always found a way to be around when I was working. She brought me snacks and drinks and even helped with some of the work. We chatted and got to know each other, and it wasn't long before we started dating.
Within a year, and just after Sarah had graduated university, she moved in with me. Life was great. Sarah was great. The sex was great. She was my Amazon warrior woman, whom I couldn't imagine being without.
A year later, I completed my electrician apprenticeship. Fully licenced, my dad brought me into the business as an equal shareholder. Though I was licenced, my education still didn't end. My dad started taking me along and teaching me the ropes of how to quote out the work and bid on projects. Of course, I knew the basics simply by working with him for the last seven years, and as part of the apprenticeship courses, but now he was teaching me the nuance of the art of negotiation. The people aspect.
Sarah's and my relationship continued to grow over the years, and Sarah fell in love with my family. She and Emily became quick friends. Sarah told me once that she had always wanted a sister, and Emily was as close as she could come to getting one.
Three years after Sarah and I started dating, I took her out for a fancy dinner, and got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. Of course, she said yes. She was almost ready to run to the nearest church and ask the minister to marry us right there on the spot. I was able to persuade her to at least let us call our parents to be there.
Once she calmed a little, she realized that there was planning that needed to happen. Her mother was able to get her to push the date back a year to be able to send invitations and do the wedding properly. It was one month after my 26
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birthday when Sarah and I were wed.
Emily, at ten, was the perfect flower girl. Sarah made sure that Emily's dress was an exact copy of her wedding gown, although much smaller. They both looked stunning. Emily looked like a miniature copy of Sarah other than instead of having blond hair, Emily's was red.
Soon after we arrived back from our honeymoon to Hawaii, both of our parents started asking us about grandkids. Sarah and I had talked about it before getting married, and we both wanted kids. We agreed that our finances were good and that this would be a good time to have a child, so we tried.
As I said earlier, life can be fickle. So much good in our lives, and then we tried to have a kid. For four years we tried unsuccessfully to have a kid. We went to the doctor and were both tested, and we were both fertile. The doctors weren't sure why we hadn't conceived. They offered treatments and suggestions. We did what we could. We screwed like rabbits to make sure that my sperm would be waiting for when Sarah ovulated. We tested often and did everything we were supposed to. Still no baby.
We were both disheartened. But we kept trying. It was hard on both of us to want something that we couldn't seem to get. No matter how we tried.
Finally, five years after getting married, Sarah became pregnant. I was in the process of making our eggs for breakfast when I heard Sarah scream from upstairs. Not knowing what was wrong I pushed the pan off the burner and ran for her.
I pushed through the bathroom door and saw her staring at the pregnancy test in her hand.
She turned slowly to look at me, and she had a look of wonder on her face. "I'm pregnant!"
All was right in the world again!
Despite the challenges of getting pregnant, Sarah's pregnancy went well and was easy. Our daughter, Ava, was born early, one Tuesday morning. She had a full head of red hair to match her aunt's, her mother's vivid blue eyes, pouty lips, and chubby cheeks.
Sarah never went back on birth control, but never again became pregnant. It seems God intended us to only have one child.
Once Ava was born, Emily started coming over more. She spent as much time with Ava as she could, and she helped where she could. If Sarah were cooking and had to stop to feed Ava, Emily immediately took over in the kitchen until Sarah could come back. Emily was staying over so often, helping out, and, when Ava was a little older, babysitting, that the guest room became hers. It was her home away from home.
I think that our parents liked that Emily was spending time here with us. There was a large part of Emily's life where I was not there. I was working with Dad or at my home. Due to our age difference, my role in Emily's life was closer to that of an uncle than a sibling.
Life was good. Business was booming, Ava had just started preschool this past September, and Emily was to graduate high school at the end of the school year.
Then life became great. I won the lottery! And not just $50 on a scratcher.
I was driving home from a long day of pulling wire in the new house we had been hired to build, glad it was Friday near the end of March. I stopped at the grocery store to grab some cold beer and something for dinner. I don't normally buy a lottery ticket, but when I saw the flashing sign saying that the jackpot was sixty million, I thought what the hell and picked up a ticket.
