Having her suck me off became a regular thing. I came in her mouth so many times I lost count, and as these sexual demands became more and more the n...rm she seemed resigned to letting me use her as I wished. I know it hurt her to be treated in such a matter of fact way. One night, while we were driving down the highway on our way back from visiting an old friend of ours, I reached over and caressed her hair a little. When she looked at me and smiled I began gently pulling her head down. " she smiled at her own pun and got out of bed. She grabbed a pair of shorts, and a top from the floor and dressed on her way to the door leading to the hallway. She kicked the second door on her right, hard."Hey, dickhead, wake up!" Fuck off, bitch," her brother Silas screamed from inside."Mom is calling." Fuck her too."Silas had serious issues with their stepmother, that was for sure. Ever since she had moved in seven years earlier, Silas had never clicked with Mary. Their father, Tom was a. ” He said as he stood by the edge of the bed and fixed his shirt. I replied with more tears and sobs as my body uncontrollable shook in terror. What just happened? I seriously didn’t know and didn’t want to ask. “Go cry in your room!” He shouted at me. “No.” I sobbed as I tried very hard to wipe every tear away as fast as I could. “Get out!” he shouted once again. I didn’t budge. I just ignored him and continued to cry uncontrollably. “Fine then, when you leave this room you are not allowed. I suppose that sounds pretentious as all hell, but thatdoesn't make it any less true.Writing these words, I'm forced to confess that I felt something elseas well, something far less noble than I care to admit. Watching Evepull the vest over Chrissie's head, I experienced a brief stab of envy.I couldn't help but contrast her life to mine. When was the last timemy mother had bathed and dressed me? When was the last time she'dbrushed my hair, stroked my cheek, told me how special I was? Fouryears.