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This story was once on the Palcomix Forum on the School Days Thread. Since the PalComix Forum is no more, I'm putting it here.", "writing": "Chapter 32: Saturday into Sunday\n\nUntil 1:30 in the morning, Fernando fucked his little sister into the night. She must have achieved one hundred orgasms during the hours from 9:30PM to 1:30AM. If Rachel was not addicted to her big brother’s love making before, she is now like his doctor was. All she could think of before going to sleep was, “And tomorrow he is going to fuck my brains out all day long… Oh… My… God…”\n\nFernando was exhausted. Not from the sex, but from the lightshow in his eyes that kept him from sleeping past 11o’clock as he normally would. Eventually he would go to sleep from fatigue. When he does sleep, he sleeps hard, well into the morning hours, saving Rachel from a non-stop fuck fest that would have started early after breakfast. At least she able to give him an early morning blow job without waking him up.\n\nShe takes a long hot shower when she wakes up. After drying herself off, she collects her t-shirt and panties she wore during the night, noticing the large cum stain at the panty crotch.\n\n“Oh no.”, Rachel say to herself. “I cant let Jorge or Grandma find this.”\n\nChecking the hall, she runs out of the bathroom naked, holding onto her underwear. She goes into clothes hamper and buries the soiled panties to the bottom of the pile. She gets a fresh clean set from the dresser. She puts them on, along with a t-shirt to get ready for breakfast.\n\nOnce at the dining area, Grandma serves her a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, toast and Orange Juice. She sits across from Rachel, asking about yesterday. Rachel does not notice that Grandmother was already dressed in her Sunday Best.\n\n[Dialog translated from Spanish]\n\n“How was it yesterday?”, Grandma asks as Rachel started to eat.\n\n“It was great!”, Rachel answers.\n\n“For him?”, Grandma continues to ask.\n\n“He went flying a few times, but so did I.”, Rachel answers.\n\n“You? Fly? But you’re not a flying squirrel.”, Grandma explains.\n\n“I know. But they had these classes where… uhm… I don’t know what the word is in Spanish.”, Rachel tries to describe..\n\n“A sail plane? Glider?”, Grandma asks.\n\n“No, those were too big. It was no bigger than your bed, maybe.”, Rachel explains. “It has pipes in a frame and a belts to hold you in and the wing is a huge cloth triangle above your head.”\n\n“Sounds like a parachute. Anyway, help your brother to get ready. We’re going to New York today for the Mendez Boys Funeral.”, Grandma tells her.\n\n“OK…”, Rachel says, finishing off her breakfast as fast as she could. Having forgotten about this, what plans she had thought she may have had are now have to be withdrawn.\n\nJorge comes down, in his t-shirt and underwear after having taken a long shower. Grandma gives him a long hard look before giving up the seat for him and to serve him his breakfast.\n\n“Go wake up Fernando and get dress in your school clothes for today. You too after you eat.”, Grandma tells her before turning to Jorge.\n\n“Huh?”, Jorge asks.\n\n“We’re going to New York…”, Grandma tells him. He looks at her as she was crazy, making her to add, “for the Mendez Boys funeral. Now hurry up and get dressed.”\n\nRachel goes upstairs to her shared room and to the bed to wake up Fernando. She nudges him quite hard, calling to him. He wakes, grabbing Rachel’s arms and looks at her direction. “Grandma says we are going to New York for the Mendez funeral so you have to shower up, eat and get dressed right now!”, she tells him.\n\nFernando lets go of her and reluctantly sits up on the bed. She leans over to him.\n\n“You still cant see?”, Rachel asks.\n\nHe just slowly shakes his head.\n\n“Look. I’ll get your clothes together, you go shower up and eat. She said to get dressed in our school clothes to look our best.”, she explains. He just nods. “You OK?”, she asks as she leans closer to him.\n\nAgain he shakes his head. She puts her palm against his forehead and otherwise checks him out.\n\n“You sick or something?”, she asks.\n\n“Jus… Its just my head hurts… from the lights…”, he slowly says.\n\nShe reaches behind him and gets his glasses from nightstand at the end of the bed and puts it on him. “The room is as dark as we can get it.”, she explains.\n\n“It’s the lights inside my eyes.”, he tells her.\n\n“If I could make them go away, I would. But I need you to be as strong as these past days and be strong when we get there.”, she tells him in return. “Its going to be a long day, but if you want, I’ll hold your hand and help you around and if you want, you can sleep on me on the train ride there and back.”\n\nHe just nods as he feels the edge of the bed with his hands and the floor with his feet. Rachel takes his hand and helps him up, giving him a hug as he stood up. He puts an unsure arm around her and sighs.\n\n“Something wrong?”, she asks.\n\n“Just tired.”, he answers her.\n\n“I thought you were not happy about not having sex the whole day like you promised me.”, she says.\n\n“Not really. We can have sex anytime. But having you as a sister I need all the time.”, he tells her.\n\n“Aww…”, Rachel says. “And I need you as my older brother who is willing to accept me as what I am and love me all the time and fuck my brains out too.”\n\n“Just hand me a towel and I’ll be on my way to the shower.”, he tells her.\n\n“Hurry up, Grandma has breakfast for you and its getting cold.”, she explains as she puts a towel and a fresh set of underwear in his hands.\n\nHe leans over to her and kisses her on the forehead. “Thanks.”, he says before stepping away from her and making his way out the door. Within a minute he was taking his shower.\n\nRachel gathers her things and puts them on the room’s table to decide what to wear. It was an easy decision since it was the school uniform. But as she gathered the items for him and herself, the rooms door bursts open. Mother and Grandmother bursts into the room arguing. They both look at Rachel who was putting down Fernando’s clothes on the table.\n\n“Where’s my son?”, Mother almost yells at her.\n\n“He’s in the shower, and later will be downstairs to eat breakfast when he’s done.”, Rachel answers her as unchallenging as possible.\n\n“We’re taking the train,” Grandmother tells her. “Not some limo you probably dropped your panties for!”\n\n“You going to handle three kids by yourself on a 2 hour train ride? At Your Age?”, Mother tells her.\n\n“I can deal with them. Better than being in a crowded car, no matter big it is, with either you or him behind the wheel. You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you!”, Grandmother throws back at her.\n\n“So if I have? No Big Deal…”, Mother tells her. “Now Where’s My Son!”\n\n“The girl just told you that he is in the bathroom, showering.”, Grandma answers. “You that drunk you don’t know where your tail is?”\n\n“I Don’t Trust That Little Whore.”, Mother says as she points at Rachel.\n\n“I Don’t Trust You Or The Whole Of New York City If Boys Are Going To Be Killed Like Rabid Feral Dogs In The Streets.”, Grandmother almost yells at her. “Only One Who Cares For Fernando Is That Little Girl You Curse Out All The Time. Not Even Jorge Helps Him Like He’s Supposed Too.”\n\n“Boys will be boys. You don’t see them hug each other like girls do. And they will when they become men.”, Mother explains through her drunken logic.\n\n“Woman, You’re making no sense. Now go wait for your boys downstairs!”, Grandmother explains has she grabs her arm and tries pulling her out the door.\n\nAfter a few staggering steps, Mother is taken out the room and downstairs without incident. With just the top of her uniform on, Rachel sticks her head out the of the room. Seeing that its clear, she closes the door behind her quietly and trots over to the bathroom, letting herself in quietly.\n\nFernando had finished his shower and was drying himself off with the towel when Rachel came in. He covers himself with the towel out of reflex and instinct.\n\n“Who’s that?”, he asks out loud.\n\n“Its only me.”, Rachel answers.\n\n“What’s up?”, he asks as he continues to dry himself off.\n\n“Mother is here and she is drunk and wants to see you for some reason.”, she explains.\n\nFernando takes several seconds to think about it as he stays still in place. He continues drying himself as he speaks, “Alright. Thanks. I’ll deal with it somehow.”\n\n“See you later then.”, Rachel says as she got out of the room, closing the door quietly.\n\nA few trotting steps and she was back in the room. She puts on her skirt before sitting on Fernando’s bed to put on her sox and shoes. Fernando walks in as she had one leg up in the air trying to make the leather shoe strap as tight as she can get it before clamping it down on the buckle.\n\n“Aren’t you going to eat?”, Rachel asks.\n\n“If mom is downstairs, I’m getting dressed first before I do.”, he answers.\n\n“Everything is on the table then.”, she says. “I’m done, so I’ll be going downstairs.”\n\n“No… don’t.”, he tells her. “I need you to take me downstairs. OK?”\n\n“But you do that by yourself.”, she says.\n\n“If mom is drunk, then I want her to think that I am more helpless than I actually am, and helping me down the stairs will make her think that I need you more than anything. It will also show her that Jorge does nothing for me in that regard.”, he explains.\n\n“Oh…”, she says.\n\nIn a couple of minutes he was dressed with some help from his little sister handing him what he needed. He sits on the bed for a moment, thinking about the events of the upcoming day, a day he would prefer to stay behind and sleep or having sex with his little sister. She steps up to him and hands him his cane. Taking his hand, she helps him up off the bed and as planned, helps him down the stairs.\n\nRachel takes Fernando to the dining area where he feels a seat and sits down by the table. Grandma looks him over for a moment as she puts his breakfast in front of him.\n\n“The toast is at 12o’clock, the eggs at 6o’clock, the bacon at 9o’clock and the juice at 3 o’clock”, Grandma tells him in Spanish as she puts fork and knife in his hands. He just nods before starting on his breakfast.\n\n“What’s wrong with him.”, Mother says in drunken anger than in concern.\n\n“You smacked him around the last time you were here, didn’t you?” Grandmother sternly asks.\n\n“Of course I did. No child of mine is calling me, his mother, a whore.”, Mother tells her as the alcohol forces the truth out of her.\n\n“You know when you hit him he was already blind?”, Grandmother sternly tells her. Mother just stares at her blankly. “You know when before you came here, he and Jorge has a fight, where Jorge knocked the glasses off his face, and made him blind. You remember what happens to Fernando when light hits his eyes…” Mother has nothing to say. “You struck a blind child because all you care about is your vanity and what others think about you. But you smacked him around because he told you the truth, even when he could not defend himself because he could not see you. You dare call yourself a mother? You abused your blind son… you are no mother to him.”\n\n“What about that little whore!”, Mother points to Rachel trying to change the subject. Jorge comes out of his room fully dressed but stops at the top of the stairs to listen in.\n\n“That little girl loves him and is willing to do for him what ever he needs. Have you read his hospital records? Have you seen his doctors notes? No you haven’t. If you did then you would know that Fernando has a weak blood vessel in his head and that putting him under pressure and stress swells up that blood vessel, making him pass out. But one day that blood vessel might burst and kill him!”, Grandma explains to her daughter. “But no. You smack him around when he can’t see to defend himself. You belittle him at ever chance you get. What has this child done to you? Bring in A+ Grades? Been labeled a genius? Given scholarship opportunities? He’s done nothing but make this family proud. But you continue to beat him, stress him and pressure him. You want to kill him? Your Own Son? Your Flesh and Blood that Bore Out of Your Womb? Rachel know that stress and pressure would kill him so she does what she can for him to keep his stress levels low. You think I did not know about that? I’m allowing it to happen because without her, we would be burying him. And if you forgotten, though its bad for a girl to be screwing around with boys at a young age, it’s a great thing for boys to be fucking girls. It’s a double standard we live by. And if he’s screwing his adopted little sister, then so be it. I hope he’s rocking her little world. They are not doing drugs or alcohol, they are not sneaking around with gangs like Jorge is. They are not doing anything that would mar this family negatively. She’s having sex with him because he needs it as per his doctors order to do what it takes to lower his stress levels, and she does it out of love for him. I don’t see you bringing girls for him to drop their panties. Though I brought her to this family, what is happening was never intended but I know why she does it and I allow it. Furthermore she does not allow her relationship with him interfere with her grades and studies. She does not go out and brag about it to her friends. It is this family’s little secret and it shall remain a secret. Just like Lisabeth was doing it with Albert and Francisco and Joanna with Luis-Miguel, I knew about it and I did what I thought was right at the time which was to talk to them and allow it to continue. I really don’t care now because they all turned out to be fine with families of their own and jobs and careers to be proud off. Unlike you. You call yourself my daughter, you better be a mother to both Fernando and Rachel, and not just to Jorge. If not, you can leave this house and never to return to it.”\n\nGrandmother gives Mother a long hard stare.\n\n“Jorge, I know you are up there. Get that tail down here now!”, Grandmother yells up at the stairs.\n\nJorge starts quietly to walk down the stairs but then quickly runs to his mother’s side when he got halfway down the stairs. He puts his arms around her as she puts an arm around him. Grandmother given him a long hard stare.\n\n“Jorge, if we were living in New York instead of here, where would you have been Wednesday night around 8PM?”, Grandmother almost demands for an answer.\n\n“Uhm…”, Jorge starts to say. “Hanging out? Why?”\n\n“With the Mendez boys? In front of their building?”, Grandmother continues.\n\n“Uhm… yeah.”, Jorge answers.\n\n“Would Fernando have been with you and them?”, Grandmother continues.\n\n“Uhm… I think so. Why?”, Jorge answers.\n\n“That’s was when a drive by killed the Mendez boys. You and Fernando would have been killed with them.”, Grandmother answers him before turning her attention to mother. “You see why I took them out of New York? If you cant see that, then after we leave their funeral, you dig two more graves for your sons.”\n\nMother does not know how to react to this confrontation. Grandmother glances over to Fernando, seeing Rachel picking up his empty plate and glass. She takes the items to the kitchen giving them a quick wash over before putting them in the dishwasher. She then returns to Fernando’s side.\n\n“You never did the dishes, cooking or cleaning because you always threw responsibility to your younger brothers and sisters.”, Grandmother tells Mother. Then she turns to Jorge. “Boy, you better be at my side the whole time we are there.”\n\n“Wha…?”, Jorge replies.\n\n“Don’t mess with me boy…”, Grandmother tells him.\n\n“Stop picking on the boy.”, Mother tells her.\n\n“Stop picking on the boy? Why not? He hangs out with gangs. He always in some sort of criminal activity. He is not a brother to Fernando though Fernando tries to be a brother to him. You want him dead, laying in a coffin, to be put into the ground like it will happen with the Mendez Boys today? He needs to stop before he is found dead in some street gutter or in front of this house by some drive by.”, Grandmother tells her. “Now get ready, we’re leaving for New York.”\n\n“We’re taking the limo I worked hard to get?”, Mother asks.\n\nGrandmother gives her a stern look.\n\n“It will save you money, grandma.”, Rachel quietly says. “And it would be safer for Fernando…”\n\nGrandmother looks at Rachel as sternly as she looked to her own daughter. Then she takes a quick glance at Fernando before turning to Mother. “That driver better not be as drunk as you are.”, Grandmother tells Mother as she gathers her things, having already dressed for the day hours ago. “Lets go children.”, she says as she walks to the door.\n\n- End of: Saturday into Sunday -", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 32: Saturday into Sunday

Until 1:30 in the morning, Fernando fucked his little sister into the night. She must have achieved one hundred orgasms during the hours from 9:30PM to 1:30AM. If Rachel was not addicted to her big brother’s love making before, she is now like his doctor was. All she could think of before going to sleep was, “And tomorrow he is going to fuck my brains out all day long… Oh… My… God…”

Fernando was exhausted.  Not from the sex, but from the lightshow in his eyes that kept him from sleeping past 11o’clock as he normally would. Eventually he would go to sleep from fatigue. When he does sleep, he sleeps hard, well into the morning hours, saving Rachel from a non-stop fuck fest that would have started early after breakfast. At least she able to give him an early morning blow job without waking him up.

She takes a long hot shower when she wakes up. After drying herself off, she collects her t-shirt and panties she wore during the night, noticing the large cum stain at the panty crotch.

“Oh no.”, Rachel say to herself. “I cant let Jorge or Grandma find this.”

Checking the hall, she runs out of the bathroom naked, holding onto her underwear. She goes into clothes hamper and buries the soiled panties to the bottom of the pile. She gets a fresh clean set from the dresser. She puts them on, along with a t-shirt to get ready for breakfast.

Once at the dining area, Grandma serves her a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, toast and Orange Juice. She sits across from Rachel, asking about  yesterday. Rachel does not notice that Grandmother was already dressed in her Sunday Best.

[Dialog translated from Spanish]

“How was it yesterday?”, Grandma asks as Rachel started to eat.

“It was great!”, Rachel answers.

“For him?”, Grandma continues to ask.

“He went flying a few times, but so did I.”, Rachel answers.

“You? Fly? But you’re not a flying squirrel.”, Grandma explains.

“I know. But they had these classes where… uhm… I don’t know what the word is in Spanish.”, Rachel tries to describe..

“A sail plane? Glider?”, Grandma asks.

“No, those were too big. It was no bigger than your bed, maybe.”, Rachel explains. “It has pipes in a frame and a belts to hold you in and the wing is a huge cloth triangle above your head.”

“Sounds like a parachute. Anyway, help your brother to get ready. We’re going to New York today for the Mendez Boys Funeral.”, Grandma tells her.

“OK…”, Rachel says, finishing off her breakfast as fast as she could. Having forgotten about this, what plans she had thought she may have had are now have to be withdrawn.

Jorge comes down,  in his t-shirt and underwear after having taken a long shower. Grandma gives him a long hard look before giving up the seat for him and to serve him his breakfast.

“Go wake up Fernando and get dress in your school clothes for today. You too after you eat.”, Grandma tells her before turning to Jorge.

“Huh?”, Jorge asks.

“We’re going to New York…”, Grandma tells him. He looks at her as she was crazy, making her to add, “for the Mendez Boys funeral. Now hurry up and get dressed.”

Rachel goes upstairs to her shared room and to the bed to wake up Fernando. She nudges him quite hard, calling to him. He wakes, grabbing Rachel’s arms and looks at her direction. “Grandma says we are going to New York for the Mendez funeral so you have to shower up, eat and get dressed right now!”, she tells him.

Fernando lets go of her and reluctantly sits up on the bed. She leans over to him.

“You still cant see?”, Rachel asks.

He just slowly shakes his head.

“Look. I’ll get your clothes together, you go shower up and eat. She said to get dressed in our school clothes to look our best.”, she explains. He just nods. “You OK?”, she asks as she leans closer to him.

Again he shakes his head. She puts her palm against his forehead and otherwise checks him out.

“You sick or something?”, she asks.

“Jus… Its just my head hurts… from the lights…”, he slowly says.

She reaches behind him and gets his glasses from nightstand at the end of the bed and puts it on him. “The room is as dark as we can get it.”, she explains.

“It’s the lights inside my eyes.”, he tells her.

“If I could make them go away, I would. But I need you to be as strong as these past days and be strong when we get there.”, she tells him in return. “Its going to be a long day, but if you want, I’ll hold your hand and help you around and if you want, you can sleep on me on the train ride there and back.”

He just nods as he feels the edge of the bed with his hands and the floor with his feet. Rachel takes his hand and helps him up, giving him a hug as he stood up. He puts an unsure arm around her and sighs.

“Something wrong?”, she asks.

“Just tired.”, he answers her.

“I thought you were not happy about not having sex the whole day like you promised me.”, she says.

“Not really. We can have sex anytime. But having you as a sister I need all the time.”, he tells her.

“Aww…”, Rachel says. “And I need you as my older brother who is willing to accept me as what I am and love me all the time and fuck my brains out too.”

“Just hand me a towel and I’ll be on my way to the shower.”, he tells her.

“Hurry up, Grandma has breakfast for you and its getting cold.”, she explains as she puts  a towel and a fresh set of underwear in his hands.

He leans over to her and kisses her on the forehead. “Thanks.”, he says before stepping away from her and making his way out the door. Within a minute he was taking his shower.

Rachel gathers her things and puts them on the room’s table to decide what to wear. It was an easy decision since it was the school uniform. But as she gathered the items for him and herself, the rooms door bursts open. Mother and Grandmother bursts into the room arguing. They both look at Rachel who was putting down Fernando’s clothes on the table.

“Where’s my son?”, Mother almost yells at her.

“He’s in the shower, and later will be downstairs to eat breakfast when he’s done.”, Rachel answers her as unchallenging as possible.

“We’re taking the train,” Grandmother tells her. “Not some limo you probably dropped your panties for!”

“You going to handle three kids by yourself on a 2 hour train ride? At Your Age?”, Mother tells her.

“I can deal with them. Better than being in a crowded car, no matter big it is, with either you or him behind the wheel. You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you!”, Grandmother throws back at her.

“So if I have? No Big Deal…”, Mother tells her. “Now Where’s My Son!”

“The girl just told you that he is in the bathroom, showering.”, Grandma answers. “You that drunk you don’t know where your tail is?”

“I Don’t Trust That Little Whore.”, Mother says as she points at Rachel.

“I Don’t Trust You Or The Whole Of New York City If Boys Are Going To Be Killed Like Rabid Feral Dogs In The Streets.”, Grandmother almost yells at her. “Only One Who Cares For Fernando Is That Little Girl You Curse Out All The Time. Not Even Jorge Helps Him Like He’s Supposed Too.”

“Boys will be boys. You don’t see them hug each other like girls do. And they will when they become men.”, Mother explains through her drunken logic.

“Woman, You’re making no sense. Now go wait for your boys downstairs!”, Grandmother explains has she grabs her arm and tries pulling her out the door.

After a few staggering steps, Mother is taken out the room and downstairs without incident. With just the top of her uniform on, Rachel sticks her head out the of the room. Seeing that its clear, she closes the door behind her quietly and trots over to the bathroom, letting herself in quietly.

Fernando had finished his shower and was drying himself off with the towel when Rachel came in. He covers himself with the towel out of reflex and instinct.

“Who’s that?”, he asks out loud.

“Its only me.”, Rachel answers.

“What’s up?”, he asks as he continues to dry himself off.

“Mother is here and she is drunk and wants to see you for some reason.”, she explains.

Fernando takes several seconds to think about it as he stays still in place. He continues drying himself as he speaks, “Alright. Thanks. I’ll deal with it somehow.”

“See you later then.”, Rachel says as she got out of the room, closing the door quietly.

A few trotting steps and she was back in the room. She puts on her skirt before sitting on Fernando’s bed to put on her sox and shoes. Fernando walks in as she had one leg up in the air trying to make the leather shoe strap as tight as she can get it before clamping it down on the buckle.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”, Rachel asks.

“If mom is downstairs, I’m getting dressed first before I do.”, he answers.

“Everything is on the table then.”, she says. “I’m done, so I’ll be going downstairs.”

“No… don’t.”, he tells her. “I need you to take me downstairs. OK?”

“But you do that by yourself.”, she says.

“If mom is drunk, then I want her to think that I am more helpless than I actually am, and helping me down the stairs will make her think that I need you more than anything. It will also show her that Jorge does nothing for me in that regard.”, he explains.

“Oh…”, she says.

In a couple of minutes he was dressed with some help from his little sister handing him what he needed.  He sits on the bed for a moment, thinking about the events of the upcoming day, a day he would prefer to stay behind and sleep or having sex with his little sister. She steps up to him and hands him his cane. Taking his hand, she helps him up off the bed and as planned, helps him down the stairs.

Rachel takes Fernando to the dining area where he feels a seat and sits down by the table. Grandma looks him over for a moment as she puts his breakfast in front of him.

“The toast is at 12o’clock, the eggs at 6o’clock, the bacon at 9o’clock and the juice at 3 o’clock”, Grandma tells him in Spanish as she puts fork and knife in his hands. He just nods before starting on his breakfast.

“What’s wrong with him.”, Mother says in drunken anger than in concern.

“You smacked him around the last time you were here, didn’t you?” Grandmother sternly asks.

“Of course I did. No child of mine is calling me, his mother, a whore.”, Mother tells her as the alcohol forces the truth out of her.

“You know when you hit him he was already blind?”, Grandmother sternly tells her. Mother just stares at her blankly. “You know when before you came here, he and Jorge has a fight, where Jorge knocked the glasses off his face, and made him blind. You remember what happens to Fernando when light hits his eyes…” Mother has nothing to say. “You struck a blind child because all you care about is your vanity and what others think about you. But you smacked him around because he told you the truth, even when he could not defend himself because he could not see you. You dare call yourself a mother? You abused your blind son… you are no mother to him.”

“What about that little whore!”, Mother points to Rachel trying to change the subject. Jorge comes out of his room fully dressed but stops at the top of the stairs to listen in.

“That little girl loves him and is willing to do for him what ever he needs. Have you read his hospital records? Have you seen his doctors notes? No you haven’t.  If you did then you would know that Fernando has a weak blood vessel in his head and that putting him under pressure and stress swells up that blood vessel, making him pass out. But one day that blood vessel might burst and kill him!”, Grandma explains to her daughter. “But no. You smack him around when he can’t see to defend himself. You belittle him at ever chance you get. What has this child done to you? Bring in A+ Grades? Been labeled a genius? Given scholarship opportunities? He’s done nothing but make this family proud. But you continue to beat him, stress him and pressure him. You want to kill him? Your Own Son? Your Flesh and Blood that Bore Out of Your Womb? Rachel know that stress and pressure would kill him so she does what she can for him to keep his stress levels low. You think I did not know about that? I’m allowing it to happen because without her, we would be burying him. And if you forgotten, though its bad for a girl to be screwing around with boys at a young age, it’s a great thing for boys to be fucking girls. It’s a double standard we live by. And if he’s screwing his adopted little sister, then so be it. I hope he’s rocking her little world. They are not doing drugs or alcohol, they are not sneaking around with gangs like Jorge is. They are not doing anything that would mar this family negatively. She’s having sex with him because he needs it as per his doctors order to do what it takes to lower his stress levels, and she does it out of love for him. I don’t see you bringing girls for him to drop their panties. Though I brought her to this family, what is happening was never intended but I know why she does it and I allow it. Furthermore she does not allow her relationship with him interfere with her grades and studies. She does not go out and brag about it to her friends. It is this family’s little secret and it shall remain a secret. Just like Lisabeth was doing it with Albert and Francisco and Joanna with Luis-Miguel, I knew about it and I did what I thought was right at the time which was to talk to them and allow it to continue. I really don’t care now because they all turned out to be fine with families of their own and jobs and careers to be proud off. Unlike you. You call yourself my daughter, you better be a mother to both Fernando and Rachel, and not just to Jorge. If not, you can leave this house and never to return to it.”

Grandmother gives Mother a long hard stare.

“Jorge, I know you are up there. Get that tail down here now!”, Grandmother yells up at the stairs.

Jorge starts quietly to walk down the stairs but then quickly runs to his mother’s side when he got halfway down the stairs. He puts his arms around her as she puts an arm around him. Grandmother given  him a long hard stare.

“Jorge, if we were living in New York instead of here, where would you have been Wednesday night around 8PM?”, Grandmother almost demands for an answer.

“Uhm…”, Jorge starts to say. “Hanging out? Why?”

“With the Mendez boys? In front of their building?”, Grandmother continues.

“Uhm… yeah.”, Jorge answers.

“Would Fernando have been with you and them?”, Grandmother continues.

“Uhm… I think so. Why?”, Jorge answers.

“That’s was when a drive by killed the Mendez boys. You and Fernando would have been killed with them.”, Grandmother answers him before turning her attention to mother. “You see why I took them out of New York? If you cant see that, then after we leave their funeral, you dig two more graves for your sons.”

Mother does not know how to react to this confrontation. Grandmother glances over to Fernando, seeing Rachel picking up his empty plate and glass. She takes the items to the kitchen giving them a quick wash over before putting them in the dishwasher. She then returns to Fernando’s side.

“You never did the dishes, cooking or cleaning because you always threw responsibility to your younger brothers and sisters.”, Grandmother tells Mother. Then she turns to Jorge. “Boy, you better be at my side the whole time we are there.”

“Wha…?”, Jorge replies.

“Don’t mess with me boy…”, Grandmother tells him.

“Stop picking on the boy.”, Mother tells her.

“Stop picking on the boy? Why not? He hangs out with gangs. He always in some sort of criminal activity. He is not a brother to Fernando though Fernando tries to be a brother to him. You want him dead, laying in a coffin, to be put into the ground like it will happen with the Mendez Boys today? He needs to stop before he is found dead in some street gutter or in front of this house by some drive by.”, Grandmother tells her. “Now get ready, we’re leaving for New York.”

“We’re taking the limo I worked hard to get?”, Mother asks.

Grandmother gives her a stern look.

“It will save you money, grandma.”, Rachel quietly says. “And it would be safer for Fernando…”

Grandmother looks at Rachel as sternly as she looked to her own daughter. Then she takes a quick glance at Fernando before turning to Mother. “That driver better not be as drunk as you are.”, Grandmother tells Mother as she gathers her things, having already dressed for the day hours ago. “Lets go children.”, she says as she walks to the door.

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