An Incest Birthday Ch. 34

"That's one thing you won't ever have to worry about dad, I promise."

He looked at me and smiled. "How does a kid fall in love with his own sister?"

"To be honest dad, I have no idea, it just happened. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I told her I'd take a bullet for her and I took two, and I'd do it again."

"Yeah. I never actually got the chance to thank you for that. I don't know if you know, but the doctor said if Rita was the one that got hit, she'd be dead, so you actually saved her life."

"I don't remember that, but I feel a lot better knowing it was me that got hit and not her. There was no way I was gonna let that bullet touch her, either of them, not even Ashley."

"Oh yeah Ashley. The doctor said the same thing about her. She was at the hospital too, even though Rita wanted to rip her spine out through her stomach. She paid for all you treatment, all of it. I guess that's easy to do when your father is a billionaire."

"She actually changed dad, for the better. She's been a new person since that night."

"And all it took was you getting shot to knock some sense into her."

"Yeah that's what I said. She went around town apologizing to everybody she was snobby to, and agreed to do one thing for that person to try to make amends."

"Really. I bet everyone had a field day with that kind of power over her haha."

"One girl made her pay off all her family's debts, which is nothing to her. Another girl had her lay in a tub with snakes and spiders, and this one guy had her do a week of his community service, she was on the highway in an orange jumpsuit picking up trash for twelve hours a day."

"And she actually did all that? I must say I'm surprised, and impressed. Normally people say they changed they don't mean it, but she actually followed through with it?"

"Yep. On everything. I was just as surprised as you were."

"Paid off a family's debts? Well you know we do have a mortgage and college and other stuff..."

"Nope dad we don't need to do that. She'd be more than happy to pay it though."

"Ok since we don't need to do it then I'll let you pay the mortgage, the next payment is due in two weeks, one thousand dollars, you think you'll have the money in time?"

"No, but with that promotion you got I know you will," I laughed.

"You know how many things had to happen for me to get that promotion? Jim just happened to leave and the client just happened to be the daughter of someone you knew, and you just happened to take a bullet for said client's daughter. What are the chances of that happening? It'll never play out like that again even if someone wrote it onto a movie."

"Probably not, but luckily it did. Everything worked out for the best. Took a while though."

"Yeah. We better get inside and get cleaned up. The girls are probably out the shower now and you look like you can use one. What were you doing today?"

"Helping Chris and Jim move all their stuff from the attic to the garage."

"Marie's been on him for months to do that, I guess she finally cornered him. Well at least it wasn't a bunch of random stuff, that man is so neat and organized he makes people who have OCD look normal. You should've seen his office at work."

"You should see his office at home. No dirt anywhere. Not a pencil out of place. But everywhere else in the house is dirt and mess and he could care less haha."

"Ok to the shower before we're the ones late and not the women, we can't have that."

"Yeah we'd never hear the end of it. Good talk dad," I said before I headed inside.

"Yeah, good talk. We pull out one of these good talks every once in a while."

I closed the door and headed to our room where Rita was in the mirror with her entire makeup and hair product cases out on the dresser doing her makeup with a towel wrapped around her waist and her hair and those scrunchy foot things between her toes that made her walk like a penguin. It was like she was about to transform into a whole new person.

"Getting a little overly dressed up for just a normal dinner don't you think?" I said.

"I'm still gonna wear regular clothes, I just decided to paint my nails and toes and try out some new makeup in the process, don't judge me. So did you have a good talk with dad?"

"Yeah I did. He's still ok with us. We're pretty much back to normal, just with an added detail of him smashing my head in if I hurt you, but basically everything's the same."

"Good to know. Now that I have dad in my corner if you don't buy me those heels I saw in the store I'm gonna go crying to dad and tell him it's all your fault." Rita joked.

"Funny. I'll just bring up any random time we had sex behind his back and you lied about it."

"Touché. You better go get in the shower we'll be leaving in about an hour."

"I can wait until fifteen minutes before we leave to take a shower and I'd still be ready."

"Oh was that a woman joke? It takes time to make a product look this good. Men don't have much to work on which is why they're always done so fast."

"No we're just don't need hours for stuff we already know how to put together."

"Yeah yeah whatever. Well you missed your chance to shower with me so you're gonna have to fend for yourself in there. You're fast anyway so it should matter right haha."

"Yep. Even if I took an hour you'd still be out here doing your hair. I'll be back."

I ran out before Rita could get the last word and forgot everything I usually take into the bathroom with me in the process. I grabbed a towel from the closet and made it work. I turned on the water to find out there was only a little bit of hot water left, so either we needed a new water heater or everyone in the house took a thirty minute shower. I got in and tried to be quick while the water was still somewhat hot but within two minutes it was all gone, and I was forced into the cold shower I so dearly hated. The door opened and I could hear someone rummaging through the drawers where all that beauty crap was kept.

"You might wanna hurry up Randy, there's only a little bit of hot water left," Rita said.

"Yeah it's already gone. Lasted for a whole two minutes before the water went below freezing."

"Well at least I had me a good shower, that's what's important right?" Rita joked.

"Just wait until I get out, which should be in the next minute, this water is too damn cold!"

"You'll be alright, it's better than smelling like dirt and sweat around a table of clean people."

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming out. You can have the bathroom, I'm getting dressed in the room."

She goosed me as I walked by and put my towel on, and when I looked up at her she was looking in the mirror at me smiling. I pulled her towel down and turned her around and sat her on the sink, naked ass and all and pressed my lips to hers as I felt her up. She hooked her legs around me and gave in to me completely, like she wanted nothing more than for me to fuck her right there with the door open, but I knew that was entirely too risky, and we were on a tight schedule, so I had to give her blue balls, or whatever you call it for girls.

"What? No! you can get me all hot like this and then stop, get back here!"

"With the door wide open? We can't, plus we still have to get ready to leave."

"Ahhh you big jerk. This isn't over. We're sitting next to each other tonight, I'm gonna make sure of it. you're gonna get me off today one way or another."

"Only you can threaten me with making me perform a sex act on you haha, only you."

"You're laughing, but I'm not. Don't order anything you need to eat with your hands..."

She grinned at me as I left the bathroom with my towel hanging half off as I tried to comprehend what she last said. I understood what she was talking about and it wouldn't matter what I ordered, I wouldn't be deterred from eating it anyway, hell on most days she tasted better than food anyways. I put on some khaki shorts and a polo and waited on the bed for Rita to come in and get dressed. I heard a car pull up and checked out the window to see Aunt Lisa stepping out of the car in her work clothes which she probably wouldn't be wearing to the restaurant, which meant she'd be going through mom's clothes which also meant another half hour before we left. Rita came back in the room with her hair pretty much done and her body glistening like she just covered herself in baby oil.

"Shiny much? It's just a normal dinner, no need to go all out," I said.

"I'm not, this is my new lotion, perfect time to try it out don't you think?"

"By the time we leave it will have worn off, Aunt Lisa just got here, undressed."

"Good, which means I have at least thirty more minutes to get ready."

I threw my arms up in disbelief. "Come on, we were just talking about this! You don't have to do all that stuff, you're fine how you are, without all that preparation stuff."

"I don't wanna be fine, I wanna look good. I bet I'm not the only one either. Sometimes women have days where they wanna look their best; this is one of those times."

"Uugh, fine. I'm gonna lay here while you all look your best, get me up when you're done. I was showered and dressed in fifteen minutes; you didn't even have your towel picked out by then."

"Make jokes, I bet if I went to dinner looking scrappy you'd have a different opinion."

I laughed it off and lay on the bed as she finished getting ready. Mom and Aunt Lisa walked past the door on many occasions, each time carrying a different shirt or skirt or another piece of clothing. I imagined dad was doing the same thing I was in his room or on the couch downstairs. Finally about half an hour later all the women were satisfied with how they looked and we were finally able to walk out the door. All the women decided to ride in Aunt Lisa's car and dad and I rode in his car. On the way out we had a little debate about which way was the fastest to get there, so we turned what should've been a simple drive into an impromptu race. We took a few side streets before getting to the freeway to avoid those lights that took forever to change, and by the time it was all said and done, we were at the parking lot waiting for the women to get there. We weren't the first ones there, all the Wilsons were already sitting in their cars waiting for everyone else to get there, but at least we beat the girls there. They showed up about three minutes later and were surprised to see us outside the car leaning up against it.

"How'd you beat us here? We definitely took the quicker way," mom said.

"It's only quicker if you don't run into downtown lights, which I bet you did," dad responded.

"Just about every one. We ran a few red lights too trying to make up time," Rita said.

"Well we beat you all here so none of you get a cookie," Chris jumped in.

"How long you think before the sundance crew shows up?" Jim asked.

"Four girls and a bajillionaire, their helicopter should be landing any minute," Steph laughed.

"Well they need to hurry it up, I'm starving. You guys keep talking about this place like it's the best thing out there, I'm dying it give it a try," Marie said.

"Yeah all Rita does is talk about the chicken parmesan like its God's gift to man, so I'm getting that, but then again I'm in the mood for spaghetti, choices choices," Aunt Lisa said.

We chatted for a few more minutes until a Cadillac truck that looked big enough to fit all of us pulled into the parking spot. It just barely fit into the lines. When it parked the back doors opened and Becky, Dana and Carina flew out of the car with all their mini-skirts on laughing it up, and Ashley and her father calmly got out of the front seats, her father was driving. He walked around to us and came up to me first, holding his hand out for me to shake.

"Good to see you again Randy, how's everything going for you these days?"

"Good Mr. Jennings, everything is really good. Staying out of trouble and everything," I said.

"Glad to hear it son, really glad to hear it. And how are things going with you Mike?"

"Couldn't be better sir. Everything just fell into place the last couple weeks," dad said.

"Good good. Mrs. Stevens, Mrs. Wilson, and Ms. Stevens I'm guessing?" he asked Aunt Lisa.

"You guessed right, I'm Anna's little sister Lisa, nice truck," Aunt Lisa said.

"To be honest I hate it, it's hard to find a parking spot big enough for it, but Ashley wanted it so I got it for her, but she hasn't driven it in a long time, why not honey?"

"Uhhh I don't need that big stuff anymore, a small car is good enough for me," Ashley said.

"Oh, well ok. I'll just sell this and get you a small car then. How's the business Jim?"

"Going really good actually, I'm starting to get my name out there," Jim responded.

"Well maybe we should go back to your house and you can cook for all of us?"

"The way they all eat, we don't have nearly enough food," Jim laughed.

"I can imagine that haha. Well enough of the hi hello, let's get inside this hidden gem of a restaurant everyone's talking about. The bill is on me, so feel free to go crazy."

We all walked into the restaurant, the fifteen of us. There were more of us walking in than there were people sitting at the tables. We weren't standing at the door long before Denise came from the back area and stopped in her tracks at all of us standing in front of her.

"Hey Randy, hey Rita, are all these people with you?" Denise asked.

"Yeah we decided to bring the whole crew with us out to eat this time," I said.

"You guys bring more and more people every time. If you keep this up we'll be packed!"

"That's the plan. With food this good everybody in the city should know about it," Rita said.

"How many do you have? We'll push a few tables together so you can sit together."

Mr. Jennings counted heads and stepped forward to the front of everybody. "We have fourteen Ms... Denise they called you? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Jack Jennings."

"Hi Mr. Jennings, yes it's Denise. Ashley's last name is Jennings too."

"Yes she's my daughter, I know, hard to see any resemblance, but she is haha. She's quite a handful at times, you know her? Has she been giving you any trouble?" he joked.

"Well at first, but since then she's been really nice, especially to my brother."

"I'm glad to hear it. Ok I know all these hungry people don't wanna stand around and talk about my daughter all day, we want to get some food in our stomachs

right?"

"I mean, we can talk about me all day, I don't have a problem with it," Ashley laughed.

"Yeah I'm with Mr. Jennings on this one, let's get a table so we can eat!" Chris said.

"We can fit you all over here, there's two big tables we can push together," Denise said.

We followed her around the side of the salad bar where there were two big tables near the window. We pushed them together and everybody took a seat, all the adults on one side and all the kids squishing together on the other side so we didn't have to sit on the adult side. It was too tight of a fit so Ashley went and sat next to her dad to even it out. I was in between the wall and Rita, who was already starting to get touchy feely under the table since no one could see us. Denise had a mountain of menus in her little arms when she came back to the table.

"Ok here's everyone a menu, can I get your drinks and appetizers if you want one?"

"We won't make it too hard on you since you're the only waitress in here it looks like. How about a bunch of pepsi's and sierra mist for the table, everyone ok with that?" dad asked.

We all nodded and agreed to it would make it as easy as possible for Denise to remember.

"I see these party appetizer trays with everything on them, can we have three of those for the table just to get everyone started please?" Mr. Jennings asked.

"Sure, I'll be back with the drinks while you decide what you want to order. We have an unlimited soup and salad bar and bread for the table. I'll be back in a second."

Denise left and Aunt Lisa put down her menu and looked at Mr. Jennings like she was sizing him up, and the whole thing made him pretty nervous for someone in his position.

"Umm, Lisa is it? Did I say or do something wrong? I feel like I'm being graded haha."

"No, you didn't, it's just you seem pretty nice for someone in a position you're in. I mean, you have all this money, yet you're not snobbish or anything, you actually have manners."

"You can attribute that to the way I was raised. My mother instilled values in me since I was a boy. A rich person has just as much value as a not rich person. Having money doesn't make me better than anyone, it just affords me nicer things. I tried to instill these same values onto Ashley, which didn't work until the night of the accident, then she finally got it. I gotta say again Randy, thank you for saving my little girls life."

"Don't mention it, just don't ask me to do it again," I laughed and everyone laughed with me.

"See that's what I mean. Money wouldn't have made a difference that night, that guy whoever he was had his mind made up what he would do that night, and Randy showed his value by stepping in. You don't come across people like that every day."

"That is true. Everyone at this table has some sort of value they bring to it," Jim said.

"Yeah, like Becky with her million and one outfits for every occasion," Ashley said.

"Or Carina with her ability to make a joke out of anything," Becky said.

"Dana with her knowledge of everything going on in the world," Carina said.

"Or Ashley now, making amends for her old self and volunteering her time," Dana said.

"I wanna get in on this, Steph with her ability to embarrass me at any moment," Chris said.

"Chris with his knack to turn anything into a competition," Steph replied.

"Randy with his ability to diffuse almost any situation in front of him," Rita said.

"Rita being able to turn even the most boring things into a good time," I said.

"Ok, we're gonna stop with the kids because if we get involved something will be taken out of context and next thing you know we're sleeping on the couch," dad joked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" mom asked.

"Nothing, see now you're all suspicious, that's what I was trying to avoid."

"Yeah well good job of that Mike, now I'm curious," Aunt Lisa said.

"What about you Jim, anything you wanna tell me?" Marie asked.

"What? No! How did I get dragged into this, I thought this was the kids being nice!" Jim said.

"Ok everybody let's take a deep breath and calm down," Mr. Jennings said. "I think we're all getting a little hopped up because we're hungry, so let's forget about that little "conversation" and order some food. I hear the chicken parmesan here is to die for."

"You must've heard that from me, that's what I'm getting," Rita said.

"I'm going for the steak, they made it so good and juicy last time," Chris said.

"I'm getting the spaghetti, I don't know who told me it was good but I'm getting it," Dana said.

"That was me, I'm getting the greek chicken this time though," Stephanie said.

After a few more minutes of deciding Denise came back with everyone's drinks and a two bowls of bread and went back to get the appetizers. Almost everybody got up to get either soup or salad or both while we were waiting on the appetizers to come back. We fit everything around our area as neatly as we could just as Denise brought out the trays of appetizers, which looked and smelled very appealing by the way with the mozzarella sticks, sliders, spinach dip, potato skins, and a bunch of other things smashed into three trays. We all finally had our orders ready, which came out to five chicken parmesans, three steaks, two plates of spaghetti, three greek chickens, and Becky was the only one to get a giant chicken ceasar salad. Denise went and helped the remaining customers in the restaurant before putting our order in, which gave us time to enjoy our soups and salads and appetizers, which were as good as expected.