I spent the first part of my childhood in an abusive home with a whipping-post of a mother and a drunk rage-monster of a father. The only comfort I had was "Mike" my little brother who was 7 years younger than me. Whem my mother died as a result of a beating my little brother and I were finally taken away and put in foster care but were separated. He was only 18 months old and was easily adopted, and I spent 9 years in foster care, learning to get along with blow-jobs for my foster family of the month. By the time I was 13 I'd been so sexualized I needed spankings to get off.

I managed to get jobs and a bot of an education and even bought a house so I could say I had my own place. Then I invested in a detective to find "mikey". He succeeded and I was reunited with my little brother after 13 years.

"Mikey's" adopted family was very Christian and constantly bragging how they had "rescued" him and reminding him that he owed them everything. In other words, they used him to demonstrate how virtuous they were while grinding his self-respect down into the dirt. It didn't take long for him to break into tears while I held him. And I didn't even think as I exposed one tit and let him suckle it.

From that time on I was determined to bring him home. His adopted family, in a determined effort to demonstrate how Cristian they were, didn't dare stop us from seeing each other three or four times a week. On our 2nd visit we were making out, and on our 3rd I blew him and swallowed every delicious drop. I gave him instructions on how rough I liked to be treated and safety-words and during our 4th visit he used all that anger he had at his adopted family and gave me a glorious fucking that made us husband and wife as much as brother and sister.

It only took us 6 months to get him free - the "Good Christian Family" had a meth lab in a shed and I had no trouble getting custody after "Mikey" narked on them. We had a lovely honeymoon and adopted a semi-nudist/DomSub lifestyle. A year later we were expecting a child and we debated an abortion (against) and changing our lifestyle (moderated but not given up). Fraternal twins - boy-girl - were given us.

Suburbs are wonderful - I've lived in the same house for 14 years and I don't think I've met 2 neighbors who still live here. No one's even noticed the 20-something woman living with her teenage brother suddenly having kids. We have 4 of them now, and we've allowed our oldest 2 to join our lifestyle. They switch between Dom and Sub easily, and are aware of their perverse origins.