Blood Ties Part 1

Chapter 106

Blood Ties

Part 1

Dad brought me back to the living room and told me to take a seat next to Mom as everyone stared at me. Everyone had their robes on well except my baby brother. Something’s you just can’t change and made me smile because I loved every inch of him because he was my brother. Dad opened the yellow envelope and hand me a copy for me to read as he read it out loud to everyone. There were several documents that looked liked contracts of some sort and had been signed and notarized with Mom and Dads signature as well as my sisters and my brothers including Shane’s.

It was only lacking mine and my mother's name below, stating that Rothwell’s were adopting me into their family. Dad looked at my face as tears ran down my cheeks seeing what they wanted me to do and what was expected of me as their son. It hurt seeing that I wasn’t ever going to get the chance to be a Downing, but a Rothwell instead. 

Mom hugged my shoulders as Dad read it as I followed along, watching the tears smear the page. The realism of it was more then I could bear, but if I had a choice I couldn’t ask for better gift knowing I would never be Shepherd or use that name as long I lived with the Rothwell’s or when I was old and dead.

By signing my name I would be given a new name, I would be known to them as Eric T Rothwell. T standing for tiger an odd name, but better than James, by removing my father's name from me entirely. I wasn’t sure how my mother would react to this, but Dad made it clear that my mother had given her permission after some comprise. My mind was going into overdrive. Realizing after all these years she finally agreed to have someone adopt me, why couldn’t she have done so with the Downing’s?

I soon realized why as Dad read the compromises. She was given full access to me anytime she wanted, I would never be placed in a group home, another foster home or home for boys. I would live with the Rothwell’s until I was able to maintain a life of my own. The major stipulation was if she or my father harmed me in a way she would be given the Rothwell’s total custody to them no question asked, no family court, nothing. She would never be able to see me again. Yet the same went for the Rothwell’s if Mom and Dad hurt me other than punishing me for bad behavior. I would be returned to my mother and retain my father's name. Her compromise was I would retain the name, Eric. Not EJ, but Eric. I could live with that.

The other pages were documents stating, that what we do as a family, closes friends remain within the family never to be discussed to anyone else outside our circle. We will do so until we are either forced (meaning raped) or giving us the choice when asked to give our permission or not, that No means No. We are not too discuss what takes place inside our homes without permission from all parties and if we are caught we will be removed from the family and blacked balled as well as be brought up on charges for sexual assault if we are caught raping another person against their will.

Dad told us that Mom and Dad were only doing this because of Shawn and what they had done. Never again will he enforce the Shaming ritual, never again will they tolerate these crimes that Shawn and they have done. He just wants everyone to live the life they have been teaching us, yet keep the outside world outside, knowing how they look down at nudist and our culture. Stating the world doesn’t or will not understand and will judge us for being who we are. He didn’t state that they would consider us immoral freaks of nature going against God’s laws or the state laws or the LDS Church.

He continued reading “We are different;" we are set apart from them because we love, and respect each other. Until we say no more we will be allowed to make the choice to stay within the circle or leave on our own accord. There will be no more hiding. When people ask us into their homes or come into ours, we tell them up front who we are. Stating we are nudists, living in their community, following the laws of the state by telling them who we are?

“If they don’t want us in their homes or around their children, their family; we leave them to live their lives and never force them to live our carefree lifestyle if they want to become part of our circle of trust they must sign this contract. We will not tolerate rape among us if we say no we mean no. it will not be consensual if we force ourselves on other people. The law will be on our side, not the rapist side.”

Down below was several signature’s, my heart sank seeing Bishop Earls and Bishop Sakes names as well as Officer Kenly and my caseworker and many others like my three closest friends at home as well as their families and many others I didn’t know personally because I have only seen them in church. I knew right then I would never get the chance to ask if this was right or if this was wrong. I would have to make those choices alone and pray to god that they were the right ones. Not that I had any success with prayer because I felt he was punishing me ever since the day I was born. I could pray day and night and never get a clear answer.

My mothers and my grandmother’s signature weren’t among them. Dad knew I noticed it telling me my mother wanted to think about it first and make her decision when we meet up with her in the coming days. To me, this document represented a get out of jail card. Making everything Mom and Dad had taught us legal and binding according to the laws signed and notarized by a state judge.

I was 23 when I said no more and left the circle and regretted it for when I did I never saw the Rothwell’s or my friends again.  And now I am completely alone. Wishing I didn’t say those words and moved with them leaving my life here. Just knowing I could have been happy if I had made that choice. But instead listened to the people around me telling me what they were doing was wrong and immoral.

To this very day, I regret that discussion. I could have married one of my mermaids and have several happy children and been surround with love and family. Instead, I am outcast; I am dirt under their fingernails. A worm waiting to be crushed under their foot, always letting me know I don’t belong here or a part of their family. Yes, I made the wrong choice.

Dad passed it around the original contracts and a pen, telling all of us to give careful thought before we sign on the dotted line. I felt the pressure on my shoulders. I told Mom and Dad I needed to think about it and asked if could talk to Bishop Earl, and Officer Kenly as well as my mother. Dad nodded that I could and said he would never force me to do it until I felt right about it; Asking me if I still had their permission until I say no or yes. I nodded that I could live with that. I was already in too deep to say no.

I signed my name on the adoption contract and handed it to him, it felt like the world just changed right before my eyes, when I realized I would never be a Downing, yet didn’t mean I wouldn’t search for them. Mom and Dad gave me permissions to seek them out as long I knew I could never go to them. My life was with them and not the Downing’s. A part me died that day and Jeff was still nowhere to be found. Mom and Dad hugged me welcome me to the family. Dad said my new name asking me “How do feel now Eric T Rothwell?” I smiled and kissed him that was the only part that felt right about today. Well except for the part that came next.

Dad explained that we would celebrate tonight with a special dinner in my honor, known as a naming ceremony, that didn’t sound so bad until I realized soon after that we would be tied by blood in two ways. Mr. Gill pricked my finger while I hugged Dad while he kissed me, My hand jerked back feeling the prick that I wasn’t expecting. Dad laughed when I said. “Ow, that hurt.” As Mr. Gill squeezed the blood from my finger into a small vile test tube as if I was in science class being examined under a microscope. I knew we were the same blood type because both Shane and Dad had given me blood when I cut my wrist and ankles nearly bleeding to death from episode as they rushed me to the hospital.

Dad said he was just going to run it through a machine to check if I had any diseases and handed me a cup to pee in. Dad said he was a retired Doctor and only sees a few patents mostly the elderly around here. I looked at him strangely as he handed me a cup to pee in as I placed my finger in my mouth. He did the same to the rest of my family; my brothers said the same thing. Only my baby brother cried as he poked him while Mom held him tight against her. I noticed there were no vials with Shawn and Arthur’s name on it, but again why would there be? They are not my brothers any longer.

Dad asked if it was alright if my sisters gave me a bath and got me ready for tonight’s celebration. I said they could watching them nearly jump for joy as they said they had been waiting a very long time to have their way with me. I groaned inward knowing what they intended to do to me. They each kissed my cheek whispering to me I was all theirs and all the things they were going to do to me. Now they can without hiding it behind closed doors.

Mom smiled and gave me a little push, I overheard her say. “Well Robert dear, that should keep him occupied. You know how he hates the sight of needles?”

I stopped in mid-walk having my sisters quickly pull me along. Telling me “everything will be fine it’s just a little poke nothing more.” Somehow that didn’t make me feel any better noticing my sister’s arms where a Band-Aid was when they took off their robes. Jody helped me off with mine, as I smiled seeing them naked. I smiled, even more, seeing a tub just like the one in our cabin just a little bigger. Jody asked if I needed any help to pee in the cup as she lifted the toilet seat. She tickled my ribs as I tried the hold the cup straight.

Most boys or brothers would feel embarrassed having your sister’s watch you pee or sit on the toilet or see you naked. I was at first when I first arrived at the Rothwell house. Now after three years, it was no big deal. Having them and Mom and Dad walk in as you were doing your business, not even Shane or my brothers were given the privacy to do it. It was just something we lived with. I did my thing and flushed the toilet and gave Mr. Gill the cup with a tight lid on it. Kerry said that I’d be ready for my exam an hour or so, closed the door.

Jody helped me into the tub and I helped Kerry in noticing she had just started to show that she was pregnant, maybe 3 or 4 months along. I am not expert when it comes to that and really wasn’t any of my business. I had already given my permission even though I had yet to sign it in writing and I had theirs because they had and they were my sisters and were in-titled like Mom, Dad, and my three brothers. I still asked anyway because Jody had been raped and I didn’t want her to think I would rape her. She smiled and said. “Thanks for asking me first.” Leaned my head on her breasts and cupped one to my mouth. She took her other hand stroked me, said. “We are going to have such fun. I have been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you naked.”

Kerry giggled as she turned my head so I could have hers as well. Placing my hand on her sweet spot; I jerked it back said. “What about the baby and your husband?”

She laughed. “Just because I pregnant does mean we don’t have sex, my little brother. Or the fact I can’t stimulate you or my husband orally. The baby will not be harmed. Mom and Dad have been doing it all our lives and has yet to harm any of us. Now be a good boy and let us have our way with you. You’ll get your chance with John soon enough.”

Something said sooner then I would like and it also stated Kerry and wanted something more. When I had fully climaxed and they got what they wanted they bathed me very sensually with a kiss that would leave any boy wanting more. I would have enjoyed it more as I heard my brothers scream down the hall. I knew why and something to do with needles.

I only had an hour so didn’t get play with them or stimulate them like they wanted me to, but promised me that I would get my chance after dinner. Jody and Kerry informing me they couldn’t, wait to play spider love with me and Kerry’s husband John.

My mind freaked out when they said that, first it was with Mom and now my sisters. The fact that neither could get pregnant cleared the runway for them to have sex with me, and I doubted Mom and Dad would stop them nor Kerry’s husband. Something told me that Jody had sex with him multiple times considering she lived with them. Mostly likely why she letting me touch her in such a way and me, I had thought that most girls that had been raped, hated men.

I heard about a woman that once they get pregnant, they can’t get pregnant again until after they have their baby. Well least that’s what Mom and Kerry said. Man, I needed that handbook to tell me if this was wrong.

It bothered me that Bishop Earl and Officer Kelly signed that document. Yet I wondered if they still could set my mind at ease and give me the answers I was looking for. Kerry helped me on with my robe and led me down the hall to where there was a small doctor’s office. Mr. Gill had just finished the tests from my blood and my urine telling Mom and Dad I was perfectly healthy and free from any diseases, but the exam would tell if I had anything for them to worry about.

I took a seat on the exam table as Mom, Dad and Kerry took a seat to stare at me like a piece of meat. Mr. Gill or Doctor Gill told me to take off my robe. Mom helped me off with it and gave me a kiss on the head. Telling me everything will be just fine. Yea right seeing the bags of blood sitting in the glass fridge with everyone’s name on it but mine, and that one was sitting on the counter waiting to be filled up, with a needle still in its package waiting for me. I hated needles. I could handle an exam, but when it came to needles prepare to hear me roar.

I watched as he put on gloves and placed the stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs, shivering it because it was cold when it touched my bare skin. I wasn’t scared or embarrassed because I was naked, and wasn’t because he was a member of the nudist community it was because he was a doctor.

When he had taken my temperature and blood pressure he told me my heart was racing like a jackrabbit and my blood pressure was just a little high. Mom and knew why it was high and why my heart was beating fast. One I had just been stimulated by sisters, two the needles waiting for me was enough to scare the crap out of me.

I always hated it when they tell me to open my mouth and say awe, while they stick a large stick inside, while you gag from choking. The other part I didn’t like was when they say turn your head and cough as they sexually assault you while they play with your ball sack. The worst part was when he had me bend over and stuck something up my butt as I jerked as something small was inserted where it didn’t belong. That too went under a microscope having state I was healthy in every way, checking my reflexes and all my parts right down to my toes. There wasn’t a single thing he missed while he kept the needle sitting on the counter. Dad apologized that he can't tranquilize me because they need my blood for the naming ceremony.

The first thought was vampires, but they like it hot and fresh right from my body not out of a bag and cold. Yew gross. Yet trust me I had more to worry about than vampires sucking my blood. Dad strapped me down kissing me every so often telling me it’s just a little poke nothing for me to worry about. I screamed and bucked and they let me as Doctor Gill gave me the poke and telling me it’s all over and telling me to relax.

Yea right, if that was going to happen as I started to feel dizzy watching the blood ran down a clear tube into the bag that was no longer sitting on the counter. Instead of removing the needle he capped it off telling me that he only one to do it once. I watched as he took my bag of blood and took it and placed into the fridge with the others. I asked if he was done and opened the door and got the hell out of there.

I found my brothers as they were relaxing pool sided with the same needle in their arm, like me they had fresh tears in their eyes. I cursed under my breath because something dark was about to happen. That I thought was in horror movies dealing with zombies, werewolves, and vampires and let's not forget satanic rituals where they kill woman and children and drink their blood. I didn’t have to guess if Mom and Dad would go too far because now they had just crossed that line.

It was very hard to enjoy myself during my celebration dinner as they welcomed me to the family. Even though Shawn and Arthur were present they weren’t part of our celebration. The first thought was here we go; now we are going to sacrifice them and drink their blood. Yet all that happened was they sat alone on small table handcuff to their chair both wearing wigs, both wearing that ugly brown robe, while the rest of us were in nice comfortable robes. They weren’t even aloud proper dinnerware instead they were stuck with kiddy plates and glasses with Mickey mouse and goofy and rusty beat up silverware that only a hobo would use.

Dad got up and made a big speech as he welcomed me into his family as his real son addressing me by new full name Eric T Rothwell taking a bottle of red wine and uncorked it and poured into wine glasses, and passed them around the table raising his glass to me. The fact that Shawn growled fowl names at me and them. Didn’t register with any of them, it was like they weren’t even really here. The only ones that didn’t get a glass of wine were Shawn and Arthur.

Dad said as he raised his glass. “To my son Eric Rothwell, from this day forward you will forever be our son our brother.” I blushed hating all the attention. The moment I took a drink I choked not because it was wine, I had wine before on special occasions and cooked with it. It was because it tasted metallic like blood mixed with wine. Everyone drank it all except Mr. Mrs. Gill as they drank white wine… that alone should have told me that something was off.

Mom and Dad were sitting next to me Mom whispered that it was a gift from all them. That it would be rude of me not to drink it all stating I didn’t want to accept the gift. Telling me the trick is to drink it really fast and wouldn’t hurt me or them because it is such a small amount. Yea right that’s why it tasted more like blood than wine. All eyes were on me.

I closed my eyes and did actually as Mom told me too and gulped it down quickly grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down and a second glass down to get rid of the taste. Man, I wanted to vomit. When the glass was empty she refilled with lemonade instead of water and told me to take my vitamins and the pill that makes me horny. Whispering I had a long night ahead of me, noticing Dad and my brothers and John taking the same pill.

While we were eating Dad explained to me why I was drinking their blood and mine. Dad said. “Because according to some legends that when a person, not a blood relative became part of their family or tribe. They combine their blood with yours and make it so we are connected by blood ties,” He also stated that second way to finish the bonding of a person to another was through transfusion, fingering my needle in my arm, telling me. “After dessert, we were all going too kneel in a prayer circle and pray to god and ask him to see fit to bless us and you as a family that only God himself can separate.

“Then we will tell stories of our history and our mistakes and bring forth all our secrets and share them among us. While our blood and your blood course through our veins.” He also stated before tech-knowledge or science discovered a way to determine blood types. People died because of it or got very sick because they ingested it or had transfusions because their blood wasn’t the same blood type or compatible and because yours is the same type as mine and our families. Not only could we ingest it in small amounts by drinking it with wine. We can mix our blood together creating a cohesive unit.

“The legends state by doing so we gain great wisdom from each other, some say powers, but that is only myth like your three mermaids,”  Dad said. “If you find you think you can fly off rooftops and leap tall buildings or have super strength like Superman, you should see us first.” I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to scream your all crazy. Yet there was nothing I could do they would strap me down to a table and do it anyway regardless. Man, I hoped I wasn’t going to die a horrible death by blood poisonings.

I asked Dad if my mother knew about this, he slapped me hard on the back making me choke as I spit water all over my plate and said. “Tough it up, son. Of course, she doesn’t know about it, she’s not in our circle of trust yet. But you can tell her all about it, she might think your crazy, but what do you have to lose? Shane, I have already given you blood before and look, you are still alive.”

I said. “Ha, ha funny Dad.” He grabbed my head kissed me so deep taking every breath I had in my lungs, when my lips parted with his I felt dizzy.