All in the family

Author's Note - I haven't touched this story in a long time. I finally decided to return to it with this chapter where things heat up. I hope you'll like it. Tell me what you think about it.


Chapter Three: Deceitful Seduction

Gwen stepped down to the breakfast table holding her secret smile against the mob of butterflies trying to force their way through her tingly throat. She will be serene. Just like mother - her real mother that is, not that ugly bogey toad sitting in her place. Taking her place at the table, she tucked her dress beneath her and smiled at her father, no, at Jack, nodding a shining greeting at him and the kids and giving a polite nod at Rachel.

Just like mother. She had spent the past two hours getting ready for this day and moment. After waking early to the first slanting rays of dawn-light she had stolen up into the dusty attic to immerse herself in the faded remnants of an earlier time when her mother still lived by her father’s side. She tried to recapture her essence, to breathe it into her flesh, by looking at the old family picture albums where she stood beside her husband and by caressing the cast off dresses filling the cracked old closet in the corner. The smells and textures of those forgotten objects filled her with a magical feeling she hadn’t felt since she was a small child. “I will look after him, mother,” she whispered as she closed and bolted the attic door behind her. “Don’t you worry.” She added.

She had intended to scrub herself clean before seeing Jack that morning but after her experience in the attic, that seemed superfluous. Instead, she closeted herself in her room, to prepare her appearance to match her intentions. She picked the green one-piece dress she wore the day before but this time picked a thin blue ribbon to cinch it at the waist. Her hair she kept unbound as usual but added shinning pins to its lengths to give it a bit of glitter. She decided to also keep her breasts unbound by any bra beneath her dress. It wouldn’t be needed to keep them up she was certain for the growing excitement in her belly at actually doing this was more than sufficient. And, she hoped Jack would somehow notice the lack. It was a wicked thought but that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? The make-up was a piece of art if she said so herself. It took her ages to find the perfect combination but she thought her image in the desk mirror now looked more like her mother’s pictures than it ever did before. As for shoes she exchanged her usual choice of high heels to a pair of old sandals she found in the back of her closet. She was her father’s height and that just wouldn’t do if she wanted to walk in her mother’s shoes. It was the best she could manage to replace the slutty worthless teenage image of her past into that enviable persona of her beautiful mother. It had to be enough. There were only two more items waiting for her use on the desk. As she examined the pair of nicked items from the attic and guiltily fondled them with her fingers she wondered whether what she was doing was really right. They were a pair of racy panties and a half filled bottle of perfume. Speculating on the uses her mother put them to was wrong, forbidden, perverted. Yet here she was speculating about it and planning to do more, far more. Had she worn them for her father one night before they were married? Would they remind him of a sizzling night he and mother spent in their nearby bedroom, he quietly humping her, she breathily moaning to him, for fear of waking their innocent sleeping children?

The idea grew on her. Closing her eyes and letting the fantasy take over her, Gwen lay down on her bed and day-dreamed. Her hair fanned round her pillow, she tilted her head back to expose her wanton neck and let her knees spread in open invitation. Sitting on her belly was dream-Jack, naked and cocksure. Letting her eyes travel his length Gwen let her fingers hover over his strong muscled chest. He was still fit and handsome. He smiled down at her, his brown eyes lingering hungrily on her neck and breasts and whispered “How would you like me to take you, Lily, strong and slow or hard and quick? Which way do you think you could make it through without waking the little sprats?” he winked.

She smiled back and let her eyes wander lower. “What make you think it won’t be you who’d blow the whistle on us Jack?” The black hairs that liberally sprinkled his chest gathered on his sweet little potbelly, a tight brook that flowed down, but a pair of white shorts obstructed her view of its destination.

At her direction, Jack puffed his chest, growling, “I’ll certainly blow some whistle missy.”

Gwen narrowed her eyes, trying to make the annoying pair shorts vanish from his waist, but every time she rid him of one another set of underwear appeared beneath it. He even started getting pants and an open shirt for seconds at a time. She couldn't imagine his nakedness. She never saw her father completely nude and now she couldn't even picture it in her mind. Trying to paste Steve's tool on him seemed wrong, as did any other's that she ever knew. She couldn't connect them to her father and going through the motions without even a good illusion of him made her feel dirty and disgusting again.

Getting angrily off the bed, she smoothed her dress and looked at the pair of panties and bottle left on her table.

They were things she had no right to even know about and here she was about to use them to lure her father under false pretenses. She wasn’t his dead wife. The attractive image in her mirror was a false and wicked thing that would pull her strong and upright father into the depths of twisted depravation. It would degrade his love for her mother into something less. The woman-girl in the mirror lowered her eyes to the desk for a long moment before breathlessly picking up the perfume bottle and dabbling herself on her neck, her wrists and between her legs. There was no repressing the smile on those glossy lips. Picking up the panties Gwen told her image that she was not doing this for herself, heaven forbid such a thought, but for her father, to save him from the clutches of the despicable reaching Rachel woman. If it weren’t for Rachel she wouldn’t have to do any of this. And besides, she would not be playing a false game. She would become her mother, Lily, for Jack and for little Elliot and even for pesky Fred and she would make them all happy. Especially Jack. She would become something more from this moment on. She would be perfect in it and she wouldn’t make any mistakes. She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes today.

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Fred, as was expected, was completely oblivious to the change in her and was gobbling down Rachel’s food and attention like a piglet. Elliot looked at her curiously before returning to her breakfast. She might have noticed something but as usual was in a rush to finish her breakfast, and be back to her boring schoolwork. Rachel seemed to believe her sudden politeness was the mark of her final surrender to the inevitable and gave her an indulgent smile as she served her her plate. That smile almost made Gwen lose her newfound temper and snap a scathing retort at her but she managed to ignore the insult with an effort as she concentrated on her dad instead. Soon Rachel would be gone from their lives and leave him to her. Jack was the only one that really mattered right now. She gave him a secretive promising smile.

Jack himself, at first demanded sternly that she apologize to her new mother, for what she said yesterday, and for missing their dinner on such a special occasion for all of them. But when she meekly crooned an “I’m sorry I was rude. I hope you can forgive my rudeness.” he eyed her suspiciously, his shoulders hunched in anticipation for her usual outbursts and his brows lowered trying to divine hidden meanings in her words. He was so busy waiting for her to snarl that Rachel had to nudge him with her foot to get him to say she should direct her apologies at her and not at him. Gwen smiled. It was working. Rachel announced she would leave for a couple of days to visit friends and choose a wedding planner. Gwen intended to use this time to its fullest. It was funny how easy everything was once she decided what to do. Of course, she reminded herself, nothing really happened yet. Schooling herself to be patient Gwen said goodbye and went to school.

That night, after dinner was done and everyone dispersed to their niches, Gwen asked her father to come to the living room and have a talk with her. Sitting beside him on the sofa she turned off the television and handed him a six-pack she took from the fridge.

“What did you want to talk about, Gwen? Is it about Rachel? I’m glad you didn’t burst at her this morning. I hope things will get better from now on.” He sighed, sipping his beer.

“I hope so too.” She sighed back. “We haven’t talked in a long time haven’t we? All this talk of marriage. No. Don’t interrupt me, please; I don’t want us yelling any more than you do. I just want to know why you want this, why you want her. All these years since mother died. You never talked about things, you just closed into your shell and now suddenly you decided you are going to marry this Rachel. We did just fine so far and I don’t think you love her like you loved mother. How could you? It’s only been four months since you met her. She can cook and clean. I’ll give her that, but besides that? She’s fat, she’s ugly and she smells of overcooked cabbages. What can you possibly see in her?”

He slapped her. Taking a long drink from his bottle he slapped her again, harder. “How dare you? You ask to talk with me and this is the poison you have stored up inside to show? When will you learn to respect my decisions? You can’t live in the past. Ten years. It’s been ten fucking years since she died and Goddamn it, it is past time we moved on. If you don’t like your new mother, then to hell with you. You can whine all you like now but my mind is made up. You better change your tongue quick. That was a nice start this morning. Why don’t you continue like that? Rachel is not your enemy. I don’t know why I agreed to have this talk. Obviously it was a mistake.”

Gwen rubbed her flaming cheek, more in wonder than in pain (which was suppressed as yet.) This was all wrong. Why did she let her tongue get away with her? She shouldn’t have been so blunt. It wasn’t supposed to be like that but she couldn’t suppress the burning questions once she started speaking and now there was no turning back. If she had any doubts before, they were forgotten. She had to do this. She will do this. Straightening up she looked up at him. “You haven’t answered my question. Why do you want to marry her?”

Her father looked down at her, his temper cooling and a bud of shame twisting his eyes away from the sight of her flaming cheek. “I, look, I don’t have to explain myself to you but I did this for all of us as you would surely know if you stopped to think for a second. A man needs a wife. A family needs a mother. You saw how happy Fred was yesterday at breakfast. You see how much better the house looks when Rachel is with us.” At the scornful look she gave him, he chuckled. “I know you don’t take your brother’s opinion very seriously but even if you don’t agree with him you can’t just ignore it. Now, we didn’t do ‘just fine’ on our own as you put it, we managed. Do you see the difference?” Finishing his beer he picked another bottle and opened it.

“You said why you want a new wife but you haven’t said one single word about why you picked Rachel to be your woman. I’m sure Fred won’t be picky and if you like the way she cleans the house so much you could simply hire her as a cleaner. Why not hire her out clean and clear to do her ‘chores’ for you if you don’t feel anything for her? I’m sure she won’t ask for much, looking the way she does.”

Her father frowned at her and put his drink down. “Why do you have to insult her every second word? I like Rachel and she likes me. She doesn’t mind that I have children of my own. She will be here all day to care for us and she will give me… Never mind. You want to hear me say that I don't love her like I loved your mother, don’t you, but what good was that love for me? She failed me. She’s dead and Rachel will have to do. God, I need a real drink.”

Gwen jumped from her chair and brought a brandy bottle from the cabinet with a glass. Pouring it for him, she stroked his arm gently. “Here, here. Don’t be sad. You shouldn’t be mad at her. You know she loved you. Say her name. You can’t go on with it buried inside you.”

He emptied the glass in one swallow and bitterly whispered the name. “Lily.”

She refilled his glass and moved closer to him. “You don’t hate her. You love her, and she loves you, more than anything in the world. You know it here.” She stroked his chest. “You feel it. Say ‘Lily loves me.’”

He picked the glass and looked at it deeply. “What does it matter? Lily. She’s gone. I loved her when I had her and I’d like to think she loved me back but that’s past. She died and left me here alone. Why think of her?”

“You have to! She loved you then and she loves you now and she didn’t leave you. She will never be ‘gone’ unless you forget her. Now say it. Please.”

“Oh. What the heck. Here, take this drink. You need it more than I do. You want me to say it, fine. I still love Lily. And,” he added at her nudge “Lily loves me. There, happy?”

She took a sip and nodded. “Now say it like you mean it.” She refilled the glass and handed it back to him.

He repeated the words for her and drank the glass. She told him “Lily loves you.” and he returned, “Lily loves me.” Again and again they exchanged those words. The brandy was working, bringing out his sentimental side. At first he said them in bitterness, then in weariness but at the end it was with a smile. A crooked smile it was but a smile none the less. She was careful not to drink deeply from the glass and prompt in its refilling. By the time their bottle was empty, her father’s head was laid in her lap and he looked up at her face in wonder. “You look like Lily so much. The hair, the lips, the eyes, even that smell, it’s all hers. I love you Lily, don’t leave me.” He tried to lift his hand to stroke her cheek and instead ended fondling her breast. She stroked his face and whispered, “I love you too. I’ll never leave you.” He seemed to like her breast for his hand clenched painfully around it and she could barely dare to breathe for fear of disturbing him. Her fingers wondered down his chest to his abdomen and then his leg trying to get a hint of the state of his manhood but just then he seemed to remember himself and move away.

Getting off the sofa she helped him get up, tidied the room and walked with him to the bathroom where he drank and washed his face in the sink. He didn’t look too drunk. It was only one bottle after all. The evening had gone better than she had dared to hope and now was the time to bold. “Will you tuck me in to bed?” she asked him innocently.

Her father dried himself with a towel “You’re not a child Gwen.”

Gwen’s breasts throbbed in answer, especially the one he had just squeezed. “Of course not, but will you do it this time? Please?”

“Fine, fine”

Hurrying to her room she undressed. Examining her naked lean and lithe body in the mirror, she powdered away the marks on her cheek and breast. Leaving only the dim night-lamp on, Gwen snuck under the blanket, without a stitch to her name. He was coming for her and he will find her welcoming and ready. When her father stepped in she withdrew her arm from the blankets and patted the bed beside her.

“It’s been a long time since I did this for you, any of you.”

“You haven’t tucked me to bed in years.” she agreed complacently.

“And what story should I tell you? Surely you’re too old for ‘The Princess and the Pea’?” he glanced uncomfortably at her peeking bare shoulder than quickly back to her face.

“Hmm, I am too old for fairy tale stories. You haven’t told me that story since I was eight.” She wriggled her shoulder for him. “Tell me a true story instead. Tell me something about you and mom. How about, your first date together? You think you could tell me about that?” she asked him archly.

“Sure. My first date with… What?” Was he becoming suspicious? Should she have stayed with him on the sofa? Maybe if she hadn’t groped him there, things would have gone along from there. Oh, what a fool she was. There was no time. She had to say something right now. Anything.

“Will you tell me about it? I really want to hear. Please tell me.” She rolled to him and grasped his hand. “Tell me what you felt, tell me everything.” This was so lame, so fucking lame.

“Why do you want me to talk about Lily?” he threw her hand down. “This whole evening it’s been nothing but her. First you insult Rachel and then you start pretending Lily is still around instead of dead and buried ten feet under. Are you trying to make me forget Rachel? You think you can do away with her with this little chitchat? This is ridiculous. It’ll never work. I’m going to bed and when she returns…” He growled, stumbling towards the door, not looking back.

“No, wait.” She sat up, pulling the blanket with her. “I don’t think I can make you change your mind. How could I? You’ll do what you want and I’ll just have to hope it’ll turn out to the best. Please don’t go. Come back. I’m sorry if I, I mean I’m sorry that I insulted Rachel.” She was crying. What should she do now? “I, I only wanted us to, to talk about mother, before you marry some, somebody else. You haven’t really talked about her since she left us and now if you marry Ra-, Rachel you’ll never talk about her. She won’t let you. Don’t be angry. I won’t talk dirty about Rachel again. I promise.”

Her father sat back down on her bed, stroked her cheek and wiped her tears. “I’m sorry too. Maybe I was too harsh. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Shush. You want to hear how me and your mother met. How I was fool enough to fall in love. Maybe you deserve that. How can I say no to my little girl?” He tickled her under her chin and she smiled back brightly. “Well, I first met Lily mowing her parents’ lawn. I was nineteen and broke and there she sat in her windowsill on the second floor staring down at me, not a care in the world. She was so beautiful, no other girl I knew even came close to her and when she grinned at me I was floored, literally. I guess I should have watched the ground I was walking but how could I care when such a sight sat in that upstairs window? When I got up rubbing my bruises I saw her wink at me before disappearing. That wink was the fall of me. I was in love.”

She leaned into his touch. "What happened then?"

“After that I looked for every excuse to come by their house. She’d torture me mercilessly with her laughs and hints and smiles. I’d pass her gifts and flowers; I spent weeks building her a perfect tree house, out in the woods. The day I showed it to her was the first time she let me kiss her. We spent hours there every time she could sneak out. She would put flowers in my hair and call me her handsome Pan.”

Gwen smiled and wriggled in place, pulling her leg out of the blankets. Stroking his knee with her bare toes, she gave him an innocent wide-eyed look and murmured. “You are a handsome… Pan.”

Jack’s eyes latched to the bare thigh peeking enticingly at his side and blushed. “You’re…”

“What?” She leaned closer, letting go of the blankets. He inhaled hoarsely, his eyes latched to her chest. It was working! Picking up the blankets, she hid her taut breasts in a leisurely fashion and asked him in a casual tone as though she did not have a care in the world. “And what did you call her, Pan?”

“Huh?” He shook his head. “What di’I call her? I… Wendiloo. Like in, Peter Pan. Wendi snatched from her parents’ house by the rouge to his home in the wilds. We…”

“Kissed?”

“Yea.” Leaning over he cupped her cheek in his hand and touched his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss. Gwen spread her lips for him, melting into his touch. Her heart beat a wild jig and her hands fluttered at her sides but she didn’t dare to move now. His tongue tasted a heady mix of sweat and brandy and the soft moan that rose from his throat made it all that much better.

After a long, endless interval, he pulled back finally. Stroking her hair and breathing heavily he mumbled into her ear. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Shush.” She whispered and kissed him back delicately and leisurely. His hands tightened in her hair. Slowly she undid his shirt. He didn't resist her.