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Erna waved one final time at her pups as her husband-- I mean, ex-husband drove off with them. The situation was terribly awkward. The whole thing felt like a ransom trade in a kidnapping movie. I almost expected someone to say: "Okay, I'm sending one child with a briefcase. I want you to fill it with one-hundred grand in non-sequential bills and I'll send the other two children." I would have preferred not to be there, but Erna needed the support. Plus she wanted someone there in case Hector decided to act up. He had not taken the divorce very well and had made some vague threats. Erna didn't think he would actually do anything, especially with the pups around, but she said it never hurts to have a little insurance.

Erna had more faith in me than I did. Hector was an Irish wolfhound. My sister and I were German shepherds. To us, Hector was a giant. If he started something I would certainly step in, but I'd probably get my ass beat to a pulp. At least I could give my little sister enough time to run away I guess.

My sister opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. A blast of summer heat overwhelmed the air conditioning for a moment. Erna looked like she might start crying. She wiped her eye with the back of her paw and sniffed. Hector's father was a judge. Not only had he managed to pull enough strings to get his son partial custody of his grandcubs, but Hector also got to keep the house. All this despite the proof of infidelity. This left my sister with little more than child support check every month. She never even finished high-school, much less attended college, so her job prospects were slim.

"You okay, Ernie?" I asked.

She smiled bravely and nodded. Then she chuckled and tucked a few tresses of her dark, wavy mane behind her ear. "You haven't called me that in years."

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. It takes me back." She said as she put her seat belt on. She fought with the shoulder strap for a second to try and get comfortable. I couldn't help but notice how wonderful she still looked after having three cubs. Two years ago she had gotten a breast enlargement. A last ditch, but misguided, effort to save the marriage. I'm pretty sure the idea had been Hector's. She had gone from a modest "c" cup to a double "d" and she was still trying to get used to them. She had always been plump and a little bit heavy at the hips, and I probably shouldn't think this, let alone notice it, but the larger breasts rounded out her figure perfectly.

I put the car into drive, but before I could pull out my sister put her paw on my arm. "Thank you," She said, "for everything."

"No problem." I told her. "That's what big brothers are for." I pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic.

For the time being I had allowed her and my nephews to move in with me. I had more room than a bachelor really needed so it wasn't a problem. I had a spare bedroom and a den that could be converted into a bedroom. It made my life a bit hectic overnight, but these are things you do for your family. It also spared her the indignity of having to move back in with our parents. Really, though, I'm happy that she finally grew a backbone and filed for the divorce. Hector was abusive. More mental and emotional than physical, although my sister did get an occasional bruise that she blamed on invisible doors.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with myself with no cubs for the whole weekend." She told me.

I shrugged, "We'll think of something."

"Oh, Jonas, don't feel that you need to keep me company." She said. "I don't want you to change your normal routine just for me."

I kept my eyes on the road. "It's no trouble. We haven't had a chance to really visit with each other for years. I figured we could watch some bad movies and eat popcorn since that's pretty much what I do on the weekends anyway."

* * *

Erna made me dinner that night. Kibble loaf and gravy, nothing special, but I did appreciate it. We made a lot of small talk over dinner as we caught up on the last few years. Hector hadn't let her out of the house much except for major holidays, weddings and funerals. It seems he didn't really understand the difference between a housewife and a slave.

Hector had gotten my sister pregnant when she was only sixteen, which forced her to drop out of school. He convinced my parents to let him "do the right thing" and marry her. I remember how furious I was. There was nothing about Hector that I liked. He was overly proud without cause and talked down to everyone, especially my sister. He had been a college graduate who trolled high-schools for his girlfriends. He was self-entitled and had everything handed to him by his parents. His car, his job, even his home. He had never earned a single thing in his life, especially not my sister.

My sister cleared the table after dinner and started washing the dishes.

"I have a dishwasher, you know." I said to her.

"I know," she said, "but it's only a couple of dishes. There's no need to run the washer for this."

I picked up a dishtowel and started to dry the dishes next to her. I've always been taller than my sister. She almost caught up to me when she had an early growth spurt at eleven, but I finally had my own and outpaced her. She looked up at me and smiled. Then she gave me a playful bump with her hip and asked: "How come a female hasn't snatched you up yet?"

"Just lucky, I guess." I told her.

"I think you're just too picky." Erna offered.

I shrugged, "Probably."

I certainly was picky. The truth was, I didn't think I would ever find a female who would compare to my first love. I dated a number of different bitches over the years, but none of them even came close. It was like looking for a gem in a feed and grain store.

Of course, my first love was Erna.

Where's the rest? It's on Amazon Kindle.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071VB1DHN

Regular price is 2.99 US, but it will be available at the discounted rate of .99 US between June, 4 and June,11 2017.

Makes the perfect Father's Day gift!

If your father is into that kinda stuff.