Our life as kids put us in a two room trailer in a low end trailer park with people like us. My mother worked at the factory. We were latch key kids. From time to time our mother found a man and she would have him spend the night with her. We listened until there was nothing but his snoring, then we went to sleep.

Sometime around eight or nine I started to feel tingling when I touched myself at night. It was all my clitoris, it felt good to rub it gently with my finger. One of the men my mother brought home hugged me one day and that felt good.

My sister was two years younger and she didn't understand. I stripped her to examine her. She liked it when I touched her so we did it often and I would lay open and she touched me. It was innocent enough but it felt good so we continued to do it.

I was twelve and had very sensitive nipples by then. It didn't feel good, it hurt when I rubbed them. But that man that hugged me hugged me hard against him and my whole chest area felt good. He rubbed my bottom and put his finger hard against my pussy. He found my vagina and he inserted his finger in. I grabbed him really hard and didn't let go. When he came over he would hug me and finger me and kiss me. My mother scolded me and told me to leave him alone.

He came to my bed one night, fingered me and pushed my legs apart and fucked me with his penis. From then on he fucked me and I held his penis and sucked and kissed his penis. My mother never said anything.

Later when I got older and had a man of my own I would tell him how he fingered me and fucked me and he would jerk off to my stories. I invented some stories but most were true. I never felt bad about any of it, to the contrary I liked it and liked him. He disappeared one day and never said good bye. My mother never told me why he left her.