Hello everyone, hope you like part 2 here. Some of you may not like the turn in this part near the end of the story, but I just had an inspiration and went with it. This is how I write all of my stories. They usually end up fairly different then when I first envisioned them. I hope you like it and remember...it's only a story, a fictional one at that. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Monica stood in the kitchen finishing up the cleaning, the tears having stopped a little while ago. She couldn't understand why her family didn't want her to embrace the Lord God. They didn't understand that he had saved her from walking down a path of sex and sin. Why couldn't they see she tried to live with God, and that she needed him in her life. But Monica also knew she needed her husband and her girls. She was doing it for them....not for herself. She had too; God was helping her to be strong from temptation. But Monica also saw because of her devotion to God, she was losing her family, when she so desperately needed them, just as much as she needed the Lord. Monica decided she needed guidance on what to do...she decided she needed to talk to Father Granger at her church. Maybe he could help her gain guidance through the Lord. Besides, Monica had a feeling her family didn't want to see much of her today.
Monica went into her room, showered and dressed. She didn't see any of her family; they must all be in their rooms, she thought. Monica decided to leave her family a note, saying she had gone to church and she would be back in a few hours. Monica walked to the front door and left the house, taking one of the cars. As she pulled into the street, she looked over her house, and prayed to God that they would soon be a family again. She then drove off down the street.
A while latter John came out of the bedroom, still feeling sad but knowing he couldn't hide in there all day. As he walked down the hall he heard the girls laughing about something in Cassidy's room. He smiled, thinking that some of his family was happy at least for awhile. He continued into the living room and into the kitchen, where he found Monica's note and quickly read it. John stood there for a minute, then balled up the note and threw it into the trash.
"She couldn't even stay away from her church long enough to try and talk about what had happened earlier." John said aloud, feeling angry and sad at the same time. He had no idea how to try and convince his wife that their family meant more then church, God, or her charity work. John wondered if he should truly consider divorce. He was fairly miserable in the marriage, and the girls were now over 18...so the issue of custody was no longer a issue. If they wanted to stay with Monica or go with him if he left, that was their choice. But John still didn't want to split his family. All of them now slept under one roof, and that's how he liked it. He had never even liked the idea of his girls growing up and moving away, even when they were little.
John sighed, and decided little he could do about anything now; his wife was gone and would be for some while, so talking was out of the question. He decided to shut himself into his study and download some music or something. John walked over to his study door and entered in, and closed the door.
Cassidy and Cynthia remained in Cassidy's room for sometime. Cynthia refused to tell her sister her plan at first, saying she wasn't done thinking yet. So the two of them sat in Cassidy's room and watched the TV she had in her room. They had watched some comedy show on the comedy network, until it was over with, then Cassidy again became frustrated and wanted to know what was going on behind Cynthia's head.
"Come on Cindy...out with it, I'm dying here, waiting for this grand plan of yours." Cassidy said, needing to know her sisters plan.
"Ok, ok Cas. I'm not finished I don't think, maybe you can throw some stuff in. Ok, daddy more then likely stays in his study and jerks off when everyone's asleep. I think we should make sure he can't finish once he gets started." Cynthia said as she looked at her sister.
"What does that mean Cindy, we knock on his door and tell him to stop getting off or else. I don't think he would like that much." Cassidy said, not thinking much of her sisters plan.
"No, not like that Cas, but we do interrupt him while he's doing it. It has to be after mom is asleep, and then we come up with excuses why we need to disturb him in his study. Hopefully well catch him after he has started...you know...jerking it, then we interrupt him, and keep doing it until he has to go to bed." Cynthia said feeling proud of herself for coming up with such a good plan. Cassidy had another opinion of it.
"Cynthia, I can tell you don't know guys very well. Even if he can't finish in the study, if he's really worked up he will just wait until he gets to bed then finish there. Well...unless he was no longer turned on, or turned off somehow." Cassidy said, just thinking to herself out loud. But Cynthia got an idea.
"Hey...I know something that would turn daddy off....mother. If she caught daddy in there....jacking his thingy then she would be mad as hell. That would make daddy forget about finishing." Cynthia said to her sister. Cassidy looked thoughtful, throwing the idea in her head.
"Maybe, but it might come out to dad that we told mom he was doing it...they both would be mad at us." Cassidy pointed out to her sister.
"We could try and get mom in there without telling her, but how?" Cynthia said looking at her sister.
"Well you know, we'll have to interrupt him at least a few times for him to give up trying maybe, we can try and use all the ideas. We just have to be careful and not make dad think we're up to anything....or mom either." Cassidy said. She then noticed the time and wondered if her parents had made any plans for later today. "Hey Cindy we better go and see if mom or dad want to do anything today, we've been in here a long time." Cassidy said pointing at the clock in her room.
"Well we can talk more later about how to go about "seducing " daddy, later I guess." Cynthia said smiling at her sister. Cassidy grinned and eagerly shook her head. They both got up from the bed and Cassidy opened the door.
"Besides I'm hungry now....I threw up everything I had in my stomach." Cassidy said looking back at her sister. Cynthia shook her head in agreement, but was thinking she wouldn't mind Cassidy eating something else...but was too shy to tell her sister. So Cynthia just followed her sister out of the door.
When Cassidy got into the kitchen it was empty. Cassidy opened the fridge and bent over, hunting for possible leftovers. Cynthia leaned against the counter and waited for her sister to finish. She then noticed Cassidy's butt, being stuck up in the air as it was and couldn't help but star at it. Cassidy was more voluptuous then Cynthia's more compact body and Cynthia was fascinated by it. She had a urge to rub her hand across it, but was much to shy for that. She still felt uncomfortable speaking dirty words and describing sexual things. Soon Cassidy rose back up with a plate of spaghetti from two nights ago.
"Want any?" Cassidy asked her sister holding the bowl up. Cynthia shook her head no, and Cassidy placed the bowl in the microwave and began heating it up. Cassidy was feeling a weird vibe from her sister but wasn't sure why. "You ok sis...you seem a bit distant the past few minutes." Cassidy asked her sister and laid her hand on Cynthia shoulder. Cynthia jumped slightly at the contact, causing Cassidy to stare at her.
