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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all Characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. As pointed out by a comment, the story has been republished to address grammar issues.
Chapter 2 - Living situation changes
Lisa tried to normalize the new living situation she found herself in at home. Often, she sought the counseling of Pastor Graham, whom she trusted completely. He always assured her that this was entirely normal for a period of adjustment after a tragedy. Often, Sally would come into her room, trying to get Lisa to try on this skimpy outfit or that. Lisa always refused and refused to call Steve "Daddy." Her Mother's and Sally's dress and disposition radical change still shocked Lisa almost every day. Lisa noticed that both Mother and Sally had pieced their tongues; they often wore tops showing way more cleavage than was proper, and one day, they wore material so thin for tops that she could clearly see they both had pierced nipples. Both Mother and Sally said that Daddy liked it, and if he wanted them to wear nothing at all, they would do that as well to please him.
This behavior not only continued but got more sexually charged as the weeks went by. Her Sister Sally was supposed to return for her second year at College, but she said she couldn't bear to think about leaving Daddy alone and would not be attending this year. Lisa worked too hard to earn her scholarship and was determined to attend college as planned. She stayed in her room most of the time, but she began to notice she saw less and less of her Mother and Sister. They would get up early and leave with Steve; she wouldn't see them till it was after dark, and they both looked exhausted every night. She asked Sally one night what they had been up to all day as all three of them arrived home. Steve and her Mother went upstairs. Her sister had a funny, musty smell to her; Lisa couldn't place it; it reminded her of the boy's locker room.
"Oh, we were working for Daddy. Daddy said money's tight, and we have to help pitch in." Sally Happily replied. "You should come with us, it's lots of fun."
Lisa couldn't imagine what kind of work was fun, but she dropped the subject.
A few weeks later, she was surprised to see a for sale sign in front of the house. She went to Steve and asked why he was selling their home.
"Steve, why are you selling our house?" She demanded
Steve replied, "Sorry, I do not know who you're speaking to. Please address me properly."
Steve loved to push her buttons this way, grudgingly. Lisa said, "Daddy, why are you selling our house."
Steve replied, "You father, you know, the one that died, leaving us with lots of debts, and I'm selling it before we get behind on our bills before the house gets foreclosed on. Don't worry, I picked out a nice house outside town we can afford to move to."
"What about the life insurance policy my Father had?" Lisa asked.
Steve again said, "Who are you talking to?" looking around in fake confusion.
Lisa Steeled herself again, "Daddy, what about the life insurance policy my Father had?"
"Oh, that, "Steve replied, "Seems the insurance company is dragging their feet paying out, and besides, it really wasn't all that much of a policy."
Lisa suspected he was lying but couldn't do anything about it.
Before she knew it, her childhood home was sold, and they moved outside town to their "new" house. It was an older farmhouse on a massive piece of property; the nearest neighbor was almost a mile away. At least she had her room.
