I grew up in Little Havana Miami in the 1970s. My parents and my aunt and uncle owned a small restaurant. My sister and I had to help with busing and setting tables. Our uncle, married to our mother's sister, liked to hug and hold us and run his hand all over our back and touch our behinds. One night, he came to our room and he got on my sister and I watched as he made her a woman. After that she changed and got serious and would always wait on him. He came to our room I would watch how he made love to her.

I was fifteen, my sister was eighteen, and she was seven months pregnant. He was massaging her between the legs, and he told her to get on her knees and she bend over and he got behind her holding his penis. I was on my side, watching, and he looked at me and asked me if I wanted his penis. I looked at my sister and asked her if I could and she said if I wanted it was up to me.

I took off my pajama bottoms and my panties and laid on my back with my legs open and my uncle came over and got on his knees on the bed and then laid down on me and I felt it for the first time. After he got off my sister came over to check on me and told me to close my legs.

Getting sex felt so good. Of all the memories growing up in that little house, having sex with our uncle makes that time special. He really liked us, and paid attention to us. We were really poor, but we were happy.