When I was 8 my mother remarried. He was a very nice guy who had two sons from his first marriage.
When I was 14 both boys came to live with us when their mother passed away from ovarian cancer. Brian was 5 months older than me so he and I were the same age for 7 months. Chris was a year younger.
I hit it off with both boys.
I could hear the beds at night and knew what they were doing.
I started having s** with Brian and then had s** with both of them though never at the same time within a year.
My mother found out and wasn’t even mad.
She said that it was normal and asked me if they were big. (They both were) and told me that their father was very big and she had never been so s******* satisfied, did I enjoy their bigness.
Told her I did.
We have a lot of s**.
