****** Tommy and Shelly by Mr. Kiosetic ******
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Tommy and Shelly


Introduction: New York City, 1979

The ink on Joe and Laura's divorce hadn't even dried before they were at it,
even if it was for one last time. A mercy fuck, "for old times sake," whatever
you wanted to call it. Joe had finished packing his clothes and was about to
leave when he gave Laura a kiss goodbye. Then a hug. Then things progressed, as
they tend to do, and they ended up making love for the last time. Laura
commented on how she probably would regret that, and Joe said it'd come back to
bite him in the ass someday, and little did they know how right they were.

Tommy, now age 3, was going to live with his father. Joe was going to
California, and Tommy would have a new mommy in about a year or so, but as for
Laura, she was going to the clubs tonight. She'd meet a guy, get laid, then
miss her period. Not that she planned all of this, of course. And the baby girl
born next summer would look like the man she picked up one night and never
heard from again. But the truth would be found, of course, and this is the
story of how it was...

New York City, 1999

"This is where I was born." Tommy would tell his friends every opportunity he
could. He was here on spring break, just a few months from earning his
Bachelor's Degree in Education. He wanted to be a Math teacher, and even had an
offer from a school in Los Angeles. He'd tell you he was only missing one
thing: he never really knew his real mother. Suzie, his first stepmother, was a
blur from early childhood, then Dad married a bitch named Fran when Tommy was
10, then two years later she was gone. Two years after that was Sarah, who was
nice, but never around. She lasted until Tommy graduated from high school. Dad
finally took the hint after that, and stayed single.

Tommy had only gotten birthday and Christmas cards from his real mother, and
half the time, they were late, if they showed up at all. He was here to meet
her, having finally tracked her down, thanks to his father.

The apartment was a small one, even for the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Dark,
dingy, depressing, and definitely not what he expected. He knocked on the door,
and a large woman, looking much older than she was, answered the door. She was
wearing a pink housecoat, matching slippers and curlers in her dark red hair.
She looked him over, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Mom? It's me, Tommy." he replied.

"Tommy? Oh...right." She was drunk, he noticed. He gave her a quick hug, then
sat down at the kitchen table. She poured him a cup of coffee, and her a glass
of whiskey.

"Nice apartment." Making small talk wasn't his strong point, he thought.

"This dump? I moved here after my old one in the Bronx started falling apart."
she said, sipping her drink.

They talked about what had happened for the past twenty years; how many times
dad had been married, where he was going to school, and all the usual chit-
chat. She never told him about his sister, however, and he never asked about
her. He had been disappointed from the beginning, and now was anxious to leave.
She finally passed out watching the news, and he excused himself.

Shelly watched the young man waiting for a cab, then decided he probably wasn't
a policeman. She strolled up next to him, smoothed out the wrinkles in her
short black dress, and then approached him.

"Hey, you from around here?" she asked, resting her hand on his arm.

"Huh? Oh...no, actually...I'm not from here." he said nervously. Tommy had one
weakness, and she was it. Long red hair, a great figure, and beautiful green
eyes, like his mother probably once had, he thought.

"Where are you staying? Maybe I could keep you company?"

"I've got a hotel in the Bronx. Sure, I'd like that." He liked this girl, and
even though he'd never hired a prostitute before, he figured that there was a
first time for everything.

"Well, it's 100 dollars an hour, 600 for the entire night, and you have to use
a condom. And I don't do anal or anything weird." She was being unusually
upfront about this. Maybe it was his good looks, which had attracted her to him
in the first place. She didn't have a pimp to report to, so she dropped her
nightly price for him, hoping he'd take her up on it.

"Umm...two hours is fine. No weird stuff, I promise."

"Okay. And condoms...?"

"I've got some. What's your name?"

"Shelly. What's yours?"

"Tommy. From Los Angeles," he said, putting his hand on hers.

By the time they got to the hotel room, both of them were highly aroused,
something rare for a prostitute, Shelly thought. At least it's not some fat
slob or pervert like she usually ended up with. He actually was nice, and
attractive to boot. Short brown hair, green eyes, and obviously worked out, she
decided. Now seated on his bed while he brushed his teeth, she realized she had
forgotten to ask for the money in advance. She was falling for this guy hard,
she realized. She stood up, slipped out of her dress, and then slid her
stockings down her legs. He came out of the bathroom wearing only boxers, and
they stared at each other in awe. She reminded herself about the money,
breaking eye contact with him.

"I... uhh... I need the money... first." She was new to this, and for the first
time, actually looked forward to an encounter. He smiled, took the money out of
his jeans and handed it to her.

She tucked the money under her dress, then slowly walked towards him. He
reached around behind her as she kissed him softly on the lips as he unsnapped
her red lacy bra. Holding her to him close, he returned the kiss, probing her
with his tongue, his hands lightly sliding up and down her back as she let the
bra drop to the floor. Her head was swimming. This wasn't normal, she thought.
I've got it bad for this guy.

He stepped back, revealing her large breasts to him. The pink nipples barely
contrasted against her pale skin, and her body heaved with every breath. She
fell back onto the bed, lifting her hips as she removed her panties. She could
feel the wetness inside her build up, anticipating him. He stepped out of his
boxers, revealing that he was just as excited as she. He quickly put the condom
on, then placed himself on top of her. They kissed passionately once more as he
thrust into her, slowly at first, then faster as the night went on.

She pressed her hips towards him with every thrust, feeling him inside of her.
His hands on her breasts, their tongues clashing inside their mouths, each
thrust deeper and harder. He felt the onset of an orgasm approaching, as she
felt his cock swell inside her. She locked her legs around him, guiding him in.
Soon, he couldn't hold back, and came. She had an orgasm of her own as well,
her vaginal walls contracting with every spurt of his come. Soon they were
holding each other like lovers, talking in a hushed tone about themselves.

"Well, I'm here in New York because I was born here, and I hadn't seen my
mother since my parents divorced when I was three. I went to meet her today."
he said as he stroked her hair.

"Well? What happened then?"

"She wasn't very pleased to meet me, I guess. She was pretty drunk. We spent
most of the time trying to think of things to say."

"I know the feeling. I ran away from home when I was 16. My mother was a drunk,
too, and my stepfather died when he ran a stoplight. He was high on coke, and
killed a baby girl and her mother when he plowed into an SUV. I ran away, and
ended up walking the streets to put myself through school."

"Can I see you again tomorrow night? I'd really like it if I could see you
again before I fly home Saturday."

"Sure. I'll meet you in the same place. Seven o' clock good?"

"Great. My mother should be passed out by then. I told her I'd take her
shopping tomorrow afternoon. Lucky me."

"I'll leave you my cell phone number, just in case." she said, starting to get
dressed. She wrote her number on a napkin, leaving it on the nightstand. She
kissed him goodbye, then slipped outside to a waiting cab. Underneath the
napkin was the 200 dollars he had paid her.

The next day was rainy and miserable, perfect for the day's events. Tommy and
his mother went shopping outside of the city, had lunch at a pizzeria in
Greenwich Village, and then headed to the apartment after a day's worth of
silence and discomfort. She still hadn't mentioned to Tommy that she had
another child, and Tommy only stayed long enough to watch his mother pass out
drunk again. Tommy hugged his mother goodbye at quarter to seven, then stepped
outside, where Shelly was waiting.

She was wearing a bright green dress, as it was St Patrick's Day, and kissed
him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him in the pouring
rain. She suddenly pinched him on the butt, causing him to jump.

"What was that for?!" he cried.

"It's St. Patty's Day," she said, mimicking an Irish accent, "and ye aren't
wearin' green!"

"So that's what the parade was for...I saw it go by as we headed to the Village
for lunch. My dad would kill me, because he's Irish, and it's his favorite
holiday."

"My mother used to tell me that I seemed Irish. Maybe it's the hair and the
eyes. What about your mother? Is she Irish?"

"No, she drinks like she is, but she's half Italian." he said as his cab pulled
up to the curb. "I'm not sure what the other half is."

"She sounds like my mother. Maybe we're related." They both laughed at this
thought.

Shelly lit a cigarette for Tommy, then one for herself. The had just enjoyed
another night of passion, and were lying naked in each other's arms, each one
feeling like they were falling in love. Tommy leaned over her, looking her in
the eyes, and kissed her, then asked, "Would you come back to LA with me?"

"What?? Really?!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She also couldn't
believe her own voice when she told him, "Yes." Tommy smiled, then kissed her
again. "I have an apartment, just outside of the college. I'd love it if you'd
move in with me. You could meet my father, and..." He saw that she was smiling,
and he couldn't stop talking. He kissed her once more, than called the airline
to book one more seat on the flight home.

"All set. What about your stuff? Clothes and things?" he asked.

"Don't worry. I've only got a few clothes, and nothing important really. I'd
just have to call my landlord and tell him to 'fuck off.'" He leaned over her,
swept her into his arms, and carried her to the shower. She giggled as he set
her down in the tub, getting in with her.

"Maybe it was meant to be." he said as he filled the tub. "Maybe we're destined
to be together." He slid in beside her in the tub, his erection poking up above
the water. She smiled, then stood up beside him. She swung her leg over him,
now facing in his direction, she lowered herself onto him.

"Maybe, sweetheart. Maybe."


Las Vegas, 2 Months Later

Tommy straightened his bowtie for the umpteenth time, and brushed off his
tuxedo. He was a nervous wreck and he knew it. He and Shelly had been living
together for a while now, and in the middle of a lovemaking session one night,
he popped the question. Now, here they were in Las Vegas, about to be married.

He turned and saw his mother standing behind him, watching him as he prepared
himself.

"You know," she said, "I haven't even met this girl, and now you're getting
married. What's she like?" Her voice had a distinct slur to it, he noticed.

"Well, she has red hair, and green eyes..."

"No, I meant as a person. What's she like on the inside?"

"Umm...she's very sweet, and she loves me, or so she says. She's a great cook,
too. And she loves living in Los Angeles with me."

"That's...that's good. Listen, Tommy...I wanted to say...'I'm sorry'....I
should have been there for you, when you were young."

"Mom, let's talk about this later. the ceremony is about to start."

"But...there's something else you should know. I never brought it up when you
visited, and I probably should have then."

"What is it?"

"You have a sister. No, a half-sister, really. She was born almost a year after
your father left. She'd be 19 now, I think. I haven't seen her in three years.
She said she was leaving because I was a drunk. I still am, I guess. I went out
club hopping after the divorce, and when I found out I was pregnant, there was
no way to find the guy I had been with. She never forgave me for that once she
found out, and then one day she was gone..." Her voice trailed off, then she
turned and headed to the door. Tommy watched her go, not believing what she had
said. A sister? How was it possible? Why didn't she tell me before? He was
shocked beyond words. Tommy shook his head and sighed. We'll never work it out,
Mom. You're just so...foolish, he thought.

After a few minutes of pause, Tommy saw his father standing in the doorway. He
gave Tommy a big hug and a handshake.

"Congratulations, Tommy! Now, I hope you've learned from your old man and
picked the right one, eh?" he said with a wink.

"I'm sure Shelly is the right one for me, Dad."

"I'm glad to hear that, boy. If anyone had asked me that when I married your
mom, I'd have turned tail and ran out of the church. Oh, well. At least she's
not too mad at me after all these years. I couldn't even call her for a few
years after the divorce." He ran his fingers through his graying beard, then
smiled. "So how is she doing? I'm still trying to get the nerve up to ask her
how her decade's been."

"Dad, she had a daughter after you left. She just told me about it now. She
told me as calm as if she said my zipper was down. What's wrong with her?"
Tommy asked.

"Well, she's never been a very good person. One of the things we always fought
about was her drinking problem. It took a whole lot of pleading for her to stay
sober when she was pregnant with you. I never could find it in me to help her,
though. I guess I'm as much to blame as she is." He sighed, then smiled.
"Enough of this for today. It's supposed to be a happy day. Smile, walk tall,
and look her in the eye when you say 'I do.' That'll be the happiest moment of
your life, I think.... It will. You shouldn't have to worry about us when
you're up there. Things have a way of taking care of themselves, even if it's
only for a day." Tommy kissed Shelly as the organ started playing. She had worn
a white sleeveless dress that stopped just above the knees, accentuated with a
pale pink floral headband. They smiled, then dashed out of the chapel, passing
Tommy's parents and two of his friends from school on the way out. Tommy
glanced at his mother as he made his way to the lobby, and saw, behind the
drunken glaze, a look he'd never seen in her eyes before. It was a mix of fear
and surprise. But it was just a glance, over in a split second as they made
their way to the reception line.

"Tommy?" Shelly asked.

"Yes, dear?"

"Who was that lady sitting there? Was that your mother?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh. For a second, she looked like...well, like my mother, but a lot older and
skinnier." She giggled at the thought. "Maybe we're related in more ways than
one." Tommy laughed at the idea too.

"I think you recognized her. She lived in the building where we met. Remember?"

"Maybe. My mother used to live in the Bronx, not Manhattan. Maybe I'm just
paranoid," she said as the guests poured out of the chapel.


Los Angeles, Nine Months Later

"Okay, Shelly, one more push. This baby's coming, and I need you to be strong."
the doctor said. Shelly braced herself, then pushed with all her might. Tommy
was standing besides her, holding her hand.

"Come on Shelly, you can do it!" he said. After a few seconds of straining, the
doctor freed the newborn, holding it up for them to see.

"It's a boy, Shelly! A big, beautiful boy!" Tommy shouted. Shelly started
crying, and Tommy kissed her on the forehead. "I love you Shelly."

"I love you too, Tommy." She wept uncontrollably now, happier than she thought
she could possibly be.

The doctors cut the umbilical cord and cleaned out the baby's nasal passages,
and the room filled with the sounds of crying.

"It's healthy, that's for sure!" one of the doctors exclaimed as the baby was
weighed and measured.

"Let's name him Joseph, after your father, Tommy." Tommy's father had retired
just a few months ago, and was sailing around the Caribbean when he learned the
news about Shelly's pregnancy.

"Twenty one inches, 7 pounds 10 ounces. Congratulations, a bouncing baby boy.
You two should be proud." the doctor told them.

In the waiting room, Tommy's father paced back and forth. Finally, he slumped
down on the couch, wishing that they still allowed smoking in the hospitals, if
only this area. He stood up when the doctor came out and told him the details.

"You can see them in room 310 in about an hour, if you want. Mother and child
are doing excellent."

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much." After a smoke break outside and a
small lunch, he headed to the room, where Shelly was holding the baby. Tommy
was beside her, and stood up when he came in. Tommy's father shook his hand,
then gave him a hug.

"Congratulations, kid. I'm proud of you. Both of you."

"Do you want to hold him?" Shelly asked.

"Yes, I'd like that." He cradled his grandson in his arms, watching the child
sleep peacefully.

"He has your eyes, Tommy."

"Well, I think it's both of ours, actually." Tommy said, laughing.

"Hmm...I've never noticed that. You're right. What's the baby's name? Have you
decided yet?"

"Well, Dad, we decided to name him after you. Meet Joseph William O'Reilly.
Joseph, this is your grandfather." Tommy whispered into baby Joseph's ear.

"I'm...I'm speechless...thank you. I'm honored." Joe stammered, happily.


New York City, Two Years Later

Shelly stood beside Tommy as his mother's casket was lowered into the ground.
She had wasted away for ten years, he thought. She died a week ago in her
apartment, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a picture in the other. Tommy
had been given the picture just an hour before the funeral, and when he saw it,
he froze.

Now Shelly was crying softly on his shoulder, and his father was standing far
in the back, looking angrier than upset. He couldn't blame him, of course. His
mother had drank herself to death after the wedding, and never left New York
since then, not even for the birth of her grandson. Her heart was too weak to
keep up with her drinking, and she suffered a massive heart attack watching
television one night. The picture. He couldn't believe it when he saw it.

After the funeral, as they drove to the hotel they'd stayed at so many months
ago, Tommy handed her the picture. It was a picture of a girl, about twelve or
thirteen, standing under a Broadway marquee. The picture was blurred, but the
face was very much like Shelly's.

"Oh my god...where did you get this?" she asked.

"My mother had it when she died. I got it from the coroner just before the
funeral. Shelly, why does she have a picture of you?"

"It... looks like me. But, I don't remember this picture."

"Is it possible that it's not you?"

"It could be someone else, but...it could be me...." Shelly was near tears as
the thoughts poured into her mind.

"What did your mother look like?" Tommy asked her.

"Well, she was heavy. Dark red hair, and green eyes, like me. I haven't seen
her in... geez, almost 5 years."

"My mother was an alcoholic. She was wasting away for the last ten years. My
father told me that before they divorced, she was pretty heavy. Then the
drinking caught up to her and she suffered from malnutrition. She even lost all
her teeth and had to get dentures."

"Tommy...my mother...had dentures too." Shelly started crying now, and Tommy
couldn't blame her. If only his mother...even a name would have helped. But now
it was too late.

"Maybe this is all a coincidence. I don't know...we need a blood test, I guess.
I know a doctor in Los Angeles who will do one for us, confidentially, of
course."

"How...how can this be a coincidence? It's too close, too weird. I'm spooked,
Tommy."

"Don't worry, Shelly. It's not our fault. We never knew..." Shelly stopped
crying, and both were silent the whole way to the hotel.


Los Angeles, Two Weeks Later

"Well, the results are in. We did a DNA test on the New York coroner's samples
of your mother, then the two of you. Your father was gracious enough to provide
a sample, Tommy." The doctor slipped them a sheet of paper. "99.999 percent
positive of the results. Take a look."

"Oh my God." Tommy said. "We're brother and sister."

"You're sure this is correct?"

"We tested twice. These results are the facts."

"But it says...my father is...her father?" Tommy noticed the summary at the
bottom of the page.

"Unfortunately, yes. He may have gotten her pregnant before the divorce, and
she never realized that the baby, Shelly, was his. You said that she had an
encounter with a stranger the night he left?"

"That's what she said. She thought he was the father." Tommy was angry at his
mother now. More so than he thought possible.

"I know a counselor who has dealt with problems like this before. Sadly, you're
not the first people this has happened to. He's a good psychologist, and I
suggest you talk to him."

Tommy took Shelly to see his father instead. He had just returned from a ski
trip in Colorado, and was unpacking his gear when Tommy came in.

"Hey, Tommy! I'm surprised to see you here. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Dad, do you remember when I told you about mom having another child?"

"Yes. You said she ran away. Why?"

"Dad, this is going to be kind of hard to swallow, but we took a blood test
and..."

"The blood test they wanted a sample for? They never told me why, just that you
needed it for something."

"Yes, that test. The test showed that Shelly and I...we're brother and sister,
Dad."

"What?! You're joking, right? Are you serious?" He collapsed into a chair,
holding his head in his hands.

"No, Dad. But that's not all. You're Shelly's father as well. Mom thought it
was some stranger she picked up in a bar, but it was you. We thought you should
know."

"Oh my God, no! I'm... I'm so sorry, Tommy! I didn't know! I would have...
I..." He tried to continue, but broke down and cried.

"Dad, it's okay." It was Shelly, standing in the doorway. "She knew all this
time and didn't say anything. She recognized me at the wedding, and she never
even said a word. I never thought it was possible, but it was. Our mother hid
this from us. She knew it and didn't say anything until the day she died."
Shelly handed him the picture of her on Broadway. "It's the only picture she
kept of me. She had it in her hand when she died."

"I... I can't believe she would do this. What was she thinking?"

"She wasn't. All she was living for was that goddamn bottle of alcohol. She
hated me, and after my stepfather died, I couldn't live with her anymore. I ran
away, and ended up walking the streets, until I met Tommy."

"She hurt us all, and now she's dead and we have to deal with this. What are we
going to do?" Joe asked his children.

"Tommy and I agreed to have the marriage annulled. We're going to raise our
child together, but as brother and sister, not as a married couple. One day
we're going to have to tell our son the truth, of course. But we promised each
other that he'd have a happy home where he was loved, not tormented."

"That's what you think is best for him?" Tommy nodded his head, holding his
sister close to him.

"Yes, Dad. It's the best we can do."


Yuron Island, Twenty Four Years Later

And now we conclude the story of two tragic stories, torn apart by one woman's
bitterness towards life, then brought together by love. Tommy and Shelly
decided not to separate, and with a little help from my grandfather's lawyer,
managed to shuffle a few papers and hide their secret forever.

We live on a tiny island in the Pacific, just north of Okinawa. It's a
beautiful island, where Tommy and Shelly, my parents, own a resort hotel. They
have many friends on the island, and I help them run the resort during the busy
tourist months. I teach English to school kids in Tokyo, and manage to see my
parents once in a while. I even see my grandfather twice a year when he visits.
Old age hasn't slowed him down one bit.

My parents love each other very much, and have their hands full raising my
three sisters. This is their twenty-fifth anniversary. They told me all about
how they met when I was 15, and I just smiled and said, "I still love you."

Their friends threw them an anniversary party on one of the many beautiful
beaches here. One of the ladies who owns a little shop near the observation
tower asked them how they met, and they smiled and said, "Tommy's mother
brought us together." And it's the truth.

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