I Come From An Unusual Family

I come from an unusually weird family! It’s a statement that took me a long time to say. The unusual circumstances started out before I was born. My mother is a proclaimed bi-sexual lesbian. Her lifelong partner was a woman I came to know as Aunt B, the B standing for Becky. Aunt B was a girl that lived down the street and was never actually my aunt, but it was easier to explain when I was growing up why mom lived with another woman. Mom and Aunt B became friends in the first grade and since then have become lifelong partners. Mom says her love for sex and pussy started near a river behind my grandparent’s home in the seventh grade. It was a hot summer day when my aunt and mother were talking about how boys could take their shirts off and girls couldn’t. Getting angry at the fact, mom decided to take hers off and my aunt soon followed. One thing led to another and before the summer was done, the two girls were rarely dressed around each other. The two have always stood by the fact that they have never denounced boys by making a pact if one them was to have sex with a boy the other had to also. It was a pact that they would later regret.

During their last year of high school, Aunt B and mother decided to attend a nudist colony for the summer. Telling their parents it was a cheer leading camp, they took off with very little luggage. At the camp mom met this old man named Charles whom she spent a great deal of time with. As the story goes, mother eventually agreed to have sex with him as long as he would also fuck her friend in reverence of their pact. Of course Charles agreed and soon the three of them were fucking every day. When the summer was up both mom and my aunt were pregnant. Upon their notification, my grandparents kicked both the pregnant girls out of the house and onto the streets. With no money and nowhere to go, the two traveled to find the old man (later my dad) and notify him of the pregnancy. As luck would have it dad not only owned the nudist colony but he turned out to be a billionaire making his fortune in oil. Upon telling him that he was soon to be a father not once but twice, he rejoiced and hugged them both. Feeling relieved mom told my dad the story of how they had no money and nowhere to go. He immediately gave them a 10,000 acre ranch that once had produced oil. In the middle of the property was a tall mountain called Salt Mountain. It was once a salt mine that my dad had converted into luxury condominium apartments. I have always related Salt Mountain to the likes of living in Batman’s bat cave. The inside was a condominium complex of ten units that were fit for a king. Each unit had electricity generated from a collection of solar panels in a field outside so it was very green living. There were glass tubes that went through solid rock providing natural light inside the living quarters and a huge heated indoor pool with a slide that snaked in and out of the rock the mountain provided. There was little need to heat or air condition the underground palace as the temperature stayed 72 degrees year round. Salt Mountain was a dream cum true for my mom and aunt. The only problem I ever had with where we lived is explaining it to others. Nobody believes you!

After giving mom and my aunt a place to stay, dad gave them more money than they needed because neither one of them worked again. How much money remains a mystery to this day as I have asked a million times and never been given a figure. He signed over ownership of the property and money to the two pregnant women and asked (dad’s nudist ideology’s coming forward) that they remain nude while living in the mountain. Mom frowned upon this since she wanted a somewhat normal upbringing to her newborn child and the two sides met halfway agreeing to just remain topless at all times while on the ranch. There was another section of their written agreement that was to make mom and my aunt a sexual slave to dad’s desires when asked. The details are fuzzy and mom refuses to talk about it. All she tells me about it is “I’ll know when the time comes”, whatever that means.

With the final details in place, mom and my aunt signed themselves into a life of luxury and gave birth to two healthy children, myself and my step sister Jessica or Jess as she was called by most. Dad who could of walked away and never been seen again became as much a part of our lives as anybody. There was a runway on the back of the property where dad would fly his private jet to and from Salt Mountain when he got a break from working in the oil business. He was always busy making more money but seemed to make time to see my sister and me. My mom and aunt ran around topless as agreed and if they did have a shirt on their breast were always visible. I remember one shirt my aunt had “Ohio State” written on the front where the two “O’s” were cut out for her tits to make their appearance. I didn’t realize how lucky I was to see boobs when I was younger.