My dad re-married when I was in kindergarten. My brother "Joe" was a year older, and my stepbrother "Kevin" was seven years older. Dad and Stepmom went out a lot, always putting "Kevin" in charge.

At first it was cool - he encouraged us to run around naked with him. But after a while the sexual games began. There was nothing we could do about it because Dad and Stepmom said to do what "Kevin" said when he watched us. It didn't help that he would show us their honeymoon sex tapes and encourage us to peek in on them when they were making love. I can't say I enjoyed it bout I can't say that I didn't either.

As I grew up I just had the idea that people had sex when no one was looking. I lost my virginity before I got into school and my behavior showed it - my teachers routinely called Dad and Stepmom about my "sexualized acting out behaviors". Dad and Stepmom said it was "nothing but kids being kids" and we both got well-deserved "reputations" with our sexual adventures. It got ignored until I was in the sixth grade and "Joe" was caught by a cop sexing with two other boys in a restaurant restroom. When he got arrested we all got sent to family counseling and "Kevin" was found out. As he was 19 then, "Kevin" got sent up for child-m****ting.

By then it was too late, I was two months pregnant. I was pulled from school as I swelled up, and Dad and Stepmom fought a lot and eventually divorced. It was an nasty time in my life, but "Joe" comforted me. Dad and Stepmom were in their drama so deep they didn't noticed that we fucked almost every day and slept together. The tests showed that it was "Kevin's" baby. Custody of their grandson "Peter" was another log on the fire of the divorce.

Eventually Stepmom left with "Peter", which broke my heart, and "Joe" and I spent the rest of our school years in therapy. "Joe" and I continued our sexual relationship, which we'd been doing since we were little kids being directed by "Kevin", so it was natural to us by that time.

I was 18 when "Kevin" got out of prison and "Joe" and I went to confront him as part of our therapy. Instead we ended up having a three-way. We felt more like a family then than we had in years. We went and fetched "Peter", who was five by then, from Stepmom. Stepmom protested and yelled and cried, but "Kevin" just stared into her eyes and intimidated her into submission. He commanded her to kneel and she did. He ordered her to give us head and she did, all of us, with "Peter" watching. At that moment as we witnessed him breaking his mother's will without words or actions, "Joe" and I realized we worshipped "Kevin's" strength. and moved to another state.

We settled down into a fairly routine life - I was the housewife, raising "Peter", "Joe" and "Kevin" worked and brought in money, and "Joe" and I were sexually subservient to "Kevin". Our friends and co-workers knew "Joe" was my brother and "Peter" was "Kevin's" son. A few knew about our three-way relationship. No one knew how much "Kevin" was in charge.

"Kevin" encouraged "Peter" to watch us and be inquisitive. I really don't remember when "Peter" began performing or demanding oral sex, but I remember that when "Peter" began participating on his own, "Kevin" ordered me off birth control.

In the twelve years we've been a threesome, I've had three children - one with "Kevin", one with "Joe" and one with "Peter" - all at "Kevin's explicit orders." "Joe" had a relationship with a younger girl "Sherry" at Kevin's command and had a baby with her. It's noisy but happy. "Peter" is now more like another man in my life than my son, which is how "Kevin" prefers it. "Kevin" seems to have plans to breed another generation of kids.