A Family Thing

100% fiction!

It was the kind of situation that had never been directly addressed, but I knew it existed nonetheless. All my life my parents had shown favoritism toward my brother. Spring, summer, and fall, it was me who was in charge of landscaping and maintenance of the yard while Ash remained in the cool comfort of the house air conditioner, sweeping, dusting, or rearranging furniture.

I excelled in technical trades while Ash's scholarly pursuits netted him raves from everyone. Overall I suppose this is who we were destined to be; I started up my own landscaping LLC and had become quite successful while Ash had gone on to appear in one of those "America's best new clothes designers" episodes; he didn't just appear, but he won, and judging from the emails he sent home--he hadn't visited for three years now--he was doing quite well for himself.

Over the years he would come home and always I was the one who had to meet him at the airport, load his luggage, and bring this prodigal son back to mom and dad, and always they doted over him, trying to give him their very last and refusing to take what he so generously offered--they never seemed to have a problem taking from me, whether is was a pack of rib eyes or me paying on their mortgage when money permitted, but to what avail?

I was sitting at the same airport I had visited times past, all these thoughts going through my head, when I looked up and saw a beautiful brunette sitting at the far side of the bar. I quickly downed my third Jack and Coke and made my way to her; she was tanned, had jet-black hair, a nose ring, and one of the most voluptuous bodies I had ever seen. Before I could even open my mouth she said, "I was wondering when you were going to make your way over here." Fueled by the alcohol, I was very adamant about what my presence in her immediate vicinity meant. "To be sure you have a wife, or a girlfriend at the very least."

"Nope. Not a single one." I lied convincingly enough. "And even if I did, at this moment she wouldn't even exist."
She smiled, suggested we go to her room, and once there dropped the bomb on me. "I am a transgender. Do you know what they is?"

"Pre- or post-op?" I asked, and truth be told it really didn't seem to matter.
"Pre," she told me. "But--"
"I don't care." I told her. "I've never done anything like this before, but you are beautiful enough to make me want to try." She got naked, and we had sex. It was great, some of the best sex I had ever had. As we were cleaning ourselves up I said, "I don't even know your name."
"It's Ashlynn," she told me. "But people call me Ash for short."

"Hey, I have a brother named Ash. I was supposed to meet him here in the bar today."
"And so you have." Ashlynn said.