All in the family

Chapter one: 'Call me mom'

Gwen dressed for the day leisurely in front of the mirror. She will show them what she's worth. Deciding to wear the green body length dress that reached past her knees with a red belt she liked, Gwen put on a light natural make-up and left her dirty red hair loose, Put on a pantyhose and high heeled red shoes. After last night she felt oddly shy and demure.

Going into the kitchen she took her seat at the table and smiling widely at her father called "Good morning dad. How are you this morning?" spreading her smile across the table at her little brother and sister. "Ready for school Elli? Don't forget to take your sandwhich." Elliot was such a good kid, with her head always buried in a book or doing homework. Sometimes Gwen wondered how they could be sisters. Elli obviously didn't care how she looked, not that she had much to show, she thought guiltily. But all said and done the glasses were purely her own bloody fault.

There was a clatter as a dish was placed roughly in front of her. Her father frowned at her and said "Say good morning to Rachel. This has gone long enough. She will be your mother soon enough and you will treat her so if you wish to remain a part of this family. Rachel has never been anything but good and caring toward you."

Gwen paled "Rachel will never be my mother. You think just because you let her come here to clean the house and make food for us that makes her my mother? You can't replace mother. Rachel didn't raise me, she didn't teach me how to walk, how to talk, she didn't give me my first bie. Se. She doesn’t belong here and she is not my bloody mother. We share no blood."

Her father reddened in anger "She may not share our blood as you call it but she will be your mother. We were planning on telling you this tonight after dinner but now is a good a time as any. Rachel and I are engaged and we are going to marry next month. Show her rin ring Rachel."

Rachel smiled and placed her chubby, wrinkled hand in front of them showing them her new golden band standing out from the crowded scene of cheap sparkly heavy rings that covered her fingers.

"Wow, mom, I can call you mom can't I?" Fred enthused in his whiny unstable voice.

"Of course dear" Rachel replied beaming. "Please, you three, just call me mom from now on all of you, O.K.?"

"Of course, mom. The ring looks great on you. I can't wait to have you with us for always. When's the wedding?" Fred blathered on enthusiastically leaving Gwen to wonder how could anyone be impressed by his blatant groveling and overdone flattery. "I feel like we're a family already. Could you help me with my English homework tonight? It looked really hard and I'm not sure if I can do it on my own."

Rachel smiled down at him aook ook dad's hand in her own bejeweled hand "Of course I'll help. That's what mothers are for and I hope you will all love me as much as I will love your daddy and you. I made lunch for you Jack so you won't be hungry at work. It's my special recipe: cold turkey salad." And with that she went to the fridge and gave dad his lunch box.

Gwen tried to hold the bile as Rachel smiled sweetly at her from behind dad and told her "I hope you like the sandwhiches I made for you dear. You might not want to admit it now but I'm sure one day you will call me mom and love me and Jack just like you would love your mother and father. I hope you know we are always here for you."

Gwen couldn't control herself any longer and run out of the room and into the street throwing the disgusting sandwhiches to the garbage on the way; like she would need Rachel's permission to talk to her dad. Although now that she thought about it, she didn't much like this new of him. All she had to do now was find some quick get-away before she would have to confront her father again. She was in luck, Steve's car was just cruising down the street and she waved him over to pick her up.

Steve lowered his sun glasses taking a peek at her "What's up weenie, you look a little smashed. Are you still coming with me to the drive-in tonight? I think they show Dracula tonight."

"Sure Steve, I wouldn't miss it for the world" Gwen told him as they drove to school. No, she was definitely staying out tonight. Her traitorous brother may want Rachel to be his new mommy but she won't sit at the same table with her on their betrothal dinner.

What could she do to stop them? They were all against her. There was Elli of course. She didn't seem to like Rachel very much but than again she never seemed to care one way or another. She never got a chance to know mother. She was too young when she died.

She was all alone, drifting aimless and lost on the winds of cruel blind fate. She will try and forget herself in the moment and think nothing at all. The wind was blowing through her hair, the speakers were pounding a Guns & Roses song into her bones and Steve was driving with one hand on the wheel while the other was combing through his fashionably long blond hair winking at her suggestively. She sunk into the great careless nothingness and smiled vacantly and mumbled "yess" every time Steve asked her something.

It was probably for the best anyway, no one really cared what she felt or thought. Guys like Steve wanted her around because she was 'hot' and 'easy' and their girlfriends wanted her to compare stories about guys, fashion and other meaningless stuff that she could parrot around. She shouldn't complain. After all she was just as meaninglas tas the rest of them. No one will even notice that she left her body behind to wander aimlessly where it willed because nothing would be really different. She laughed silently into the wind and let herself drift away on the winds.

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She was sitting limply in her sit while someone was slobbering into her ear. Steve, that was his name. Her dress was rolled down her chest exposing her bare breasts to his kneading hands.

She was still mumbling "Yes, yes" as he hiked her dress up her thighs and pulled her pantyhose roughly down and started rubbing her with his fingers. It was warm and her eyes were fixed on the big screen in front of her where Dracula was transforming the beautiful heroine into a mindless cold zombie that would become his compliant sex-slave. She felt a dick ramming into the nothingness within her making her feel momentarily warmer, more alive in this moment. Her dress was becoming all wrinkled on her tummy. Why did she let it get wrinkled like that? It was her mother's and she was letting it be soiled like a piece of common rag. Her mother must despise her by now and wish she never gave birth to such a worthless nobody.

As she felt him quickening his thrusts, his breath ragged on her neck, she was suddenly reminded of her dream statue-lover from last night and imagined she was with him at this moment getting rammed by his big long member on the dusty floor.

Her breath quickened and her knees spread wider as the images kept coming to her and she could feel herself tensing in excitement when suddenly she felt a wet splurt gushing in her and Steve was stuffing his little Nelly in his pants and opening a Marlboro pack to take a shaft, offering her one too. She ignored him and tried to wipe him off herself with the take-away food receipts that were strewn on the car floor and get herself decent looking again.

This was a bad night. The only time she felt herself close to release was when she imagined herself with an imaginary figment. What was wrong with her? Steve was a quarterback in the football team, good looking and decent in bed. She will have to try next time to make it better.

Stamping the odd sense of wispy guilt she felt, she let e dre drive her back home where she snuck silently back into her room through the darkened hallways. Maybe tomorrow morning things will look better.

Taking off all her clothes Gwen got under her blankets and closed her eyes letting sleep take her swiftly away for the moment.