Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18.
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The first time my relationship with my sister Annie changed was after our dad died. Her mom had died a decade before, so she was now an orphan. As Annie was 16, the court was requiring that she have a guardian until she was 18. In the meantime, she was stuck in foster care. She'd even needed the foster family's permission to attend the joint birthday party my mom threw for my 20th birthday and Annie's 17th. At Annie's request, I agreed to try to become her guardian, although I was in college in Boulder, Colorado at the time and lived with my mother otherwise. I was only 20, but I was Annie's only blood relative closer than some 2nd cousins on Dad's side.
I was sitting in the courtroom, as nervous as I'd ever been, wearing a new suit that was a bit too warm for the July weather. My lawyer, Jacob Gooley, was sitting beside me.
The bailiff intoned, "All rise! This session of the Marin County Family Court is now in session, the honorable Maxine Jorgenson presiding."
I stood as requested, wiping my sweaty hands across my suit pants.
"You may be seated," the judge said. "In the matter of the application of Tyler Campbell to become the guardian for his minor half-sister Anne Campbell, I am unable to approve the application."
I heard Annie start to softly cry behind me.
The judge continued, "Mister Campbell, I have only one objection to your application. You are a student at an out of state university, with two years remaining to complete your degree, yet you indicate that it is your intention that your sister live in your father's home while she attends her senior year of high school here in San Rafael, by which time she will be 18 and no longer legally needing a guardian. That very lack of supervision was the reason I denied her petition to become an emancipated minor five months ago. She needs adult supervision that you cannot provide
from Colorado
. If you can arrange a transfer to a local college and agree to live with your sister, I would reconsider my decision. Until then, your application is denied and your sister remains with the foster family she was assigned after your father's death."
My mom surprised me, although I should have expected it, when she stood and said, "Your honor, may I speak?"
"You are?" Judge Jorgenson asked.
"My name is Shelby Campbell, your honor. I'm Tyler's mother. I was the late John Campbell's first wife, before Annie was born to his second wife, Maria. While that doesn't technically make me Annie's stepmother, I have often thought of her as my stepdaughter, especially after her own mother died when she was six. John frequently turned to me for babysitting, since it meant Annie and Tyler got to spend more time together, including during week-long business trips he needed to make, roughly once each month, usually arranged when Tyler was already going to be in my custody. It was during one of those trips that John died. Annie has had her own bedroom in my home for the last ten years and it was there that I delivered the bad news to her. I should have offered to be her guardian at that very moment, only I hesitated due to the lack of a blood relationship. I wish to make that offer now, in combination with my son. If you would approve his application to be the guardian of Anne's estate, I would happily be her custodial guardian until she is 18, next March."
The judge responded, "Mrs. Campbell, I appreciate your willingness to assist your son and his sister, but as you have admitted, you are not Anne's family."
"Yes, she is!" protested Annie, jumping to her feet. I turned to look at her, afraid that her outburst would hurt Mom's chances to intercede. This was out of character for her, she was usually quieter and reserved. She'd changed a lot in the nine months since Dad died.
"Be quiet, Miss Campbell," warned the judge.
"I absolutely consider Aunt Shelby to be part of my family, regardless of biology or marriage." Annie countered. "You've just heard her say the same."
"She is not your aunt, either," said the judge, beginning to sound irritated.
Annie said, "It's the name I grew up calling her, Judge Jorgenson. It wasn't until my 10th birthday party that I learned, from her parents, that it was an honorary title and why she also wasn't technically my stepmother. Fifteen minutes later, as I blew out my birthday candles, I wished my dad would remarry Shelby, so that the four of us could live together as one family, instead of in two homes across town from each other. I made the same wish the next two birthdays, too. I wanted Shelby to be my mom, your honor, and have always considered her house to be my second home. I would like it to be my first home, now. If my dad
had
remarried her, would your opinion of her guardianship request be different?"
"Certainly. She would have been your step-mother, legally," the judge said.
Annie asked, "So, because Shelby married my dad
before
he married my mom, instead of after, she's not my family, no matter what our hearts feel? But a pair of total strangers are preferable in the eyes of the court? The Josts are nice people, but they're not my family, to any degree. Shelby and Tyler
are