My Unconventional Life

My Unconventional Life

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2013 Robert Lubrican

2^nd edition edited 2025

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Table of Contents

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Afterword

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Foreword. This book has been edited to conform to publisher standards. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older.

 

Chapter One

I have to say, right up front, that I had no idea how unusual my life was until I was about eighteen. And I also need to say that I'm fully aware many of you may feel, at least initially, that this is a tale of abuse, or molestation or the like.

But what I want you to understand is that my life wasn't anything like that at all.

And that's why I want to tell my story. I wasn't molested. I was loved. And I'll always be glad that I was loved in the fashion I was.

So please, don't frown, or grumble. This is a tale of joy and happiness. Besides. I didn't actually lose my virginity until I was eighteen, which is two whole years older than the age of consent in a half of America and three quarters of the rest of the world. And even the phrase "lost my virginity" is not the right phrase for what happened to me. Not the way most women would mean it. So put your personal morals on hold for a bit. Uncle Bob did not molest me.

Even if he sort of practiced at it for years.

But let me just tell you how it all happened. Then you'll see why I'm so happy about my very unconventional life.

My name is Kylie. I'm the youngest of triplets. My oldest sibling is Shannon and our brother is Brinn. We're fraternal, which means that somehow mom squirted three eggs out of her ovaries about the same time our father(s) squirted several million sperms into her vagina. The reason I used the conditional plural for "father" is that we don't actually know who our father(s) is/are. That's because mom got pregnant at a beach party while she was on winter break down in Mexico when she was in her senior year of high school. She doesn't remember much of it, except drinking something that was sweet and made her feel like she could fly. She also remembers seeing three naked guys standing over her, but that's about it. She woke up naked on the beach, and could tell she'd had sex. Her "friends," who had said they'd take care of her, were nowhere around.

We didn't actually learn all this until we were fifteen, but I'm telling you now because it may help explain why she did some of the things she did, after that happened to her. Mom was pretty unconventional to start with, so it's probably no huge surprise to some people that we triplets were raised a little weird too.

First off, we all shared the same room. We had to, because there were only two bedrooms. Mom was getting by, but couldn't afford to move to a bigger house. This continued until we were eighteen, at which time Mom got laid off.

One night she came to us and said we were going to move to our Uncle Bob's ranch. We couldn't go to college at that point because we were broke. So we said fine and away we went.

We had seen Uncle Bob plenty of times when he came to visit. He always stayed in Mom's room with her and we didn't think anything about that. Also, Mom had home schooled us and while we had a few friends, we mostly just depended on each other. I know you'll think it was unconventional for triplets consisting of two girls and one boy to grow up in the same room, using the same shower under circumstances where there was no privacy. We didn't even know that was strange. It was just normal for us.

Now, while we were growing up, Uncle Bob that involved driving some important guy around in a big, fancy car, and he lived in a trailer house. There was more to it than that, but I'll get to that in a minute. I know this doesn't sound very unconventional. That part comes next. It was sad, at least for the grownups, but it was pretty normal, I guess.

Anyway, where things started to get different was one day when Uncle Bob was driving his boss around and these guys tried to assassinate him. They had machine guns and hand grenades, or something like that, and Uncle Bob saved his boss, but got kind of blown up in the process. He doesn't talk about that, or who his boss was, but it had to be somebody important, because he got to retire and they pay him a boatload of money to be retired on. He limps, but other than that you can't tell he ever got exploded, or whatever.

So he bought the ranch when we were sixteen but we never got to go see it. Mom drove up there a few times because she said he needed her help with something. We offered to go with her to help him but she always blushed and said he only needed her.

Now I know you've already figured out what was going on between our mom and her brother. But we had been sheltered and never thought anything about the signs I've described to you.

Then mom got laid off right after our eighteenth birthday and we all moved to the ranch, pulling a U-Haul trailer.

I should say that while Uncle Bob calls his property "the ranch" there aren't any cows or horses or anything like that there. There are barns and stuff, but no animals. It's way out in the middle of a forest in Wyoming, and the driveway is like two miles long. Everything looked different than in Colorado, where we had lived. There were mountains, but they weren't covered with snow. Of course it was summer when we got there.

Okay, so now we get to some of the really unconventional aspects of our lives.

Uncle Bob was a nudist. So when we got to the ranch Mom got out of the car and when we went into the ranch house she took her clothes off while she yelled that we were there. She obviously thought Uncle Bob was there, but nobody answered.

So there we were, standing there looking at our naked mother and Brinn asked her what she was doing and she explained what nudism was.

"You three have seen each other nude all your lives. This will be no different than that."

"We didn't see you nude all those years," Shannon pointed out.

"Do I look ugly?" she asked.

I'll describe mom. She's short, at five foot five inches and she said she was as wide as she was tall when she was pregnant with us. But she had the hips needed to give birth three times in a row. She still has those hips, which are wide, but don't look odd on her. That's probably because her boobs stayed big after she finished nursing us. I hadn't actually had the opportunity to see her naked and I was a little amazed that her boobs didn't sag very much. She has almost black hair that goes just below her shoulder blades and green eyes. We didn't think of her as beautiful, but everybody else did.

She went back outside on the porch and we were standing there talking to our naked mom and an old, beat up farm truck comes around the corner of the barn and, in a cloud of dust, skids to stop beside our car.

Uncle Bob was also naked when he got out. Mom squealed and ran to him and hugged him fiercely and they kissed on the lips.

Now that wasn't strange, in and of itself. We hugged pretty regularly and kissed each other on the lips. It was just hugging and kissing. We did it every day at one time or another. Mom kissed all of us, and we kissed each other, though Mom hugged us a lot more often than we hugged each other. One of the things we did sometimes was that Shannon and I kissed Brinn on each of his cheeks at the same time. That's because people thought that was cute and they gave us candy and cookies and stuff when we did that.

But we'd never seen our mother kiss any other man. She hugged and kissed Grandma and Grandpa, but no other adults.

So we kind of shuffled our feet in the dust while that kiss went on and on. His hands grabbed her butt cheeks and she wrapped one leg around his legs.

"Not in front of the children," Mom panted, when their lips parted.

"It's a little late for that," laughed Uncle Bob. "Besides, they're all adults, right? I missed their eighteenth birthday party, right?"

"You missed all our birthday parties," said Brinn.

"I did and I apologize," said Uncle Bob. "I was in the Marines and when I got shot doing that I got out and started doing my body guard stuff. I didn't have time to do anything but work. I hope to rectify that now that you're here. I'm going to spend lots of time with you three and my dear sister."

He backed up and Mom looked down at the boner that was jutting out of his nest of brown pubic hair.

She pulled his hands to cover it and said, "Bob! Not in front of the children!"

He backed up and cupped his hand under his penis.

"All this means is that I'm happy to see my sister. Unless I miss my mark you girls have all seen one or two of these before and I know for a fact that Brinn has gotten this way hundreds of times. So let's not make a big deal out of it. Now, let's get you unpacked so you can start your new lives."

He was right in one sense, but not in the way he thought of it. Shannon and I had seen boners before –some of the hundreds of Brinn's boners. We'd seen them while we were all taking a bath. We still took baths together, sometimes. We also took showers, but we liked being in the bathtub together, too. Mom never mentioned Brinn's erections and Brinn said he had no idea why it happened. Over the years it was kind of like his hair. Once in a while we noticed his hair was brown, but most of the time we didn't pay any attention to it. Once in a while Shannon or I would notice one of his boners, but most of the time we didn't pay any attention to it. If he had one in the bathtub it was no big deal. I should remind, here, that we were home schooled. While we knew what sex was, in a general sort of way, and how it worked, in a general sort of way, I don't think Shannon or I every connected the dots between Brinn's boners and sex.

I think we began to make a tenuous connection that day, though, when we saw Uncle Bob's boner.

We were standing a little apart from them as they pulled stuff out of the car and were deciding on what needed to go in first.

"So does that mean every time Brinn's penis looked like that he was happy to see somebody?" asked Shannon.

We both looked at our brother.

"No," he said. "It just got that way sometimes. I don't know why. I told you that."

"Well, if it gets that way here, you'd better say you're happy to see Mom or something. She was obviously embarrassed by him being that way."

"Whatever," said Brinn. "We'd better help, so we know where everything is."

So we helped take things in and kind of gawked because the ranch house was way bigger than our old house. Uncle Bob said we could each choose our own room and then took Mom's suitcase into his bedroom.

"We’re going to organize things," said Uncle Bob. "You guys get unpacked and you can wander around and see things. When we get finished I'll rustle up some supper."

He closed the door and I heard the lock click.

"Bobby!" I heard my mother yip, but then it was quiet.

If we had stayed there, by his bedroom door, we would have heard a lot more and understood some things a lot sooner, but we looked at the rooms. All of them were bigger than the bedroom we shared our whole lives.

"I don't want to have my own bedroom," said Shannon. "That would be lonely."

"I get it," I said. We looked at Brinn. He shrugged.

"I don't care," he said.

"Should we take our clothes off?" asked Shannon.

"Maybe later," I said. "Let's see what's out there."

What was out there was a gorgeous swimming pool full of clear, blue water. It looked brand new because it was brand new. When he bought the ranch, it didn't have a swimming pool there. He wanted one and he had all this money, so he just had some people come and build one.

"I'm going to spend a lot of time here," said Brinn.

We could have gone skinny dipping, but we didn't think of that just then. Instead I said I wanted to see the inside of the big barn. Now as we walked around the house, on our way to the barn, we walked right by Uncle Bob's bedroom window, which was wide open.

"I'm going to cum again!" shrieked our mother's voice.

We stopped and stared at the thin curtain that covered the open window.

"Come where?" whispered Shannon. Somehow we knew whispering was the right thing to do.

"Why is she yelling like that?" asked Brinn.

He moved to the window.

"Don't!" whispered Shannon and me in concert. We also knew spying was not the right thing to do.

"I just want to see," said Brinn.

So he pushed the curtain a little to one side and peered in.

He suddenly stepped back so quickly that he ran into both of us. He looked freaked out and he took off running toward the barn.

I wanted to see what had freaked him out, but Shannon pulled me as she ran after our brother. We found him in the barn, pacing on the dirt floor.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Brenda Dickman!" he gasped.

Now those two words, which were the name of a girl, meant a whole lot to the three of us. We didn't start home schooling until we were fourteen and Brenda Dickman was the reason Mom started home schooling us. When we were in middle school, some guys dared Brinn to go up to Brenda Dickman and squeeze her boobs and kiss her. We weren't scheduled to have sex education until the last half of that year, so Brinn was still stupid. And living with two girls had made him fairly comfortable with … girls.

So he went up to her while she was talking to some of her friends and he reached out and squeezed both of her boobs. Then he pulled her against him and kissed her.

You can imagine what happened. Brinn got suspended and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because he told the principal about the dare, and when the principal investigated, one of those guys confessed. He said they didn't think Brinn would do it.

Brenda's parents were scandalized and the whole school was upset. But Brenda, even though she had objected vociferously to being groped, now thought of Brinn as her boyfriend. And she wouldn't stop thinking of him that way and talking about him to all her friends that way. Brinn was supposed to stay away from her but she kept chasing him around in the halls. She told everybody they were going to get married and she was going to have his baby. He complained to Mom, who had barely convinced Brenda's parents not to sue her, and that's when home schooling started.

Now I already said we were more innocent about the world than most other kids our age, but we did watch TV and movies. So we had seen kissing and stuff and knew about "sex" in the sense that we knew grownups did it. So when Uncle Bob kissed Mom like that, it got Brinn to thinking. They kissed like some of those actors in movies where they then "had sex" even though you never saw how that happened, exactly.

What Brinn had seen when he peeked into the window was the part we never saw in the movies after people kissed like that.

He had seen our mother, on her back, bent almost in half, and Uncle Bob was standing over her flexing his knees to make his erection go in and out of the hole between her legs. He knew about this hole because he lived with two girls who had periods and used tampons and such.

In a blinding epiphany, Brinn remembered other kisses like that, when Uncle Bob came to visit. And then he slept all night in Mom's room.

Now Brinn understood.

"They're having sex!" he gasped.

"What do you mean?" asked Shannon.

"Sex!" he gasped. "He's pushing his erection in and out of the hole between her legs and his hands are all over her boobs!"

This, of course, was a huge deal and another blow to our fragile personas. We hadn't even been there all night and suddenly we knew that Mom and Uncle Bob had been having sex for years, right in front of us!

Okay, maybe not right in front of us, like Brinn had just seen, but while we'd been playing with Legos or watching TV, they were in her bedroom and it was now pretty clear what that meant.

You might think it was a huge deal because they were brother and sister. But that wasn't the thing that weirded us out. The thing was that while we knew that "people" had sex, we didn't actually know anybody who we knew was actually having sex. Remember, we were kids back then with only part of the facts, and with only a smidgen of experience in the world. Of course we knew hundreds of adults who were having sex. We just didn't know we knew that. We simply didn't understand how all that worked back then. We didn't know what we didn't know. That's what being a kid is like. It's like living in a picture puzzle that hasn't been all put together yet. For example, we knew people decided to have a baby and then a baby came along. The details of that were murky, but we thought it was always intentional and just a decision.

"What do we do?" gasped Shannon.

"Nothing," I said.

"What?" my siblings twinned at me.

"We live here, now," I said. "We knew it would be different and this is part of that different stuff. What are we supposed to do? Tell them to stop? First of all, they'd ignore us. Second, why are you upset about it? It's really none of our business."

"It's our business if they do it right in front of us!" groaned Brinn.

"You were snooping," I reminded him. "They closed the door and told us to go do something. Now we know why. That didn't give you the right to spy on them. They were doing that in private."

"Man!" gasped Brinn. "I'm not sure I can pull off ignoring them."

"Why?"

"Because my peter is stiff and I'm pretty sure it's stiff because of what I just saw."

I thought that was interesting, since he'd always said before that he didn't know why it was hard. But I thought we could investigate that later.

"We have days and weeks to talk about all this," I said. "I say don't mention it to them. Let's just see what living here will be like."

"Do you guys want to have your own room, now?" asked Brinn.

"No," said Shannon. "Why would we?"

"Because now we know why my peter got hard all these years. It wanted to have sex!"

"Sex with who?" asked Shannon, sounding confused.

"Duh," I said.

It took her a few more seconds to get it and then she glared at him.

"You're not going to do to me what Uncle Bob is doing to Mom!" she almost shouted.

"I don't want to!" he brayed. "But I can't control when it gets that way."

Shannon looked at me.

"I'm not afraid of my brother," I said, firmly. "I still don't want to live alone."

She blinked.

"Me, either," she said. "And he's gotten stiff like that hundreds of times and nothing bad happened. Okay, I'm in."

Shannon was easy to control sometimes.

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Seeing the rest of the ranch was a bit of a letdown, after all the excitement. Pretty soon we heard a shrill whistle and looked to see Uncle Bob waving to us.

We returned to the house and found Mom cooking, just like normal. She didn't look any different at all, other than the fact she was still naked.

As we sat around the table I think stuff just bubbled up out of us. We didn't mean to talk about it, but we couldn't not say something.

"So … are you just a part time nudist?" asked Shannon as she looked at Uncle Bob.

"I suppose so," he said. "I can't leave the ranch nude because people would get upset."

"So you're just a nudist here, and back at our old house," said Shannon.

"I wasn't a nudist at your house," he said.

"Yes you were," said Brinn. "You're always a nudist when you go into Mom's bedroom for the night."

Nobody said anything until Mom finally spoke.

"We love each other," she said, as if that explained everything.

You know how an adult says something and the kids all look at each other like someone has just announced that the sun will come up tomorrow ... and everybody already knows that the sun will come up tomorrow ... so the kids are kind of confused as to why that was said?

That happened. Of course they loved each other. All of us loved each other.

Then Brinn asked a question that would change all of our lives forever. We just didn't know it at the time

"What does loving each other have to do with being a nudist?" Brinn asked.

Mom looked around, kind of like she was looking for somebody, maybe, but of course the only ones there were us kids.

"What I mean is that since we love each other, it's fine to be nudists together. But we wouldn't want to be nudists with strangers," she said.

"Got it," I barked. "We understand." I glared at both of my siblings.

"You don't have to be nudists here if you don't want to," said Uncle Bob. "Nudism is a personal choice for everyone and you should only do it if you feel comfortable doing it."

"Like you and Mom are comfortable about being nudists together," said Brinn. His voice was strained and I was afraid he was going to make everything blow up.

"Brinn?" I said firmly. "I need to talk to you about something in private."

I got up and pulled him up and we were almost out of the room before Shannon jumped up and followed us.

"You can't talk about this, yet!" I hissed at my brother. "We don't know enough. We don't have any data to review. We need to ignore them and just get settled in."

"I have a question," said Shannon. She looked at me. I was the second one born but I was also the smartest. As a result of that both of my siblings gave me way more deference than they should have.

"What is your question?" I asked.

"Well, having sex is for making babies, right? So does this mean Mom's going to have another baby?"

"Maybe," I said, unable to expand on that.

"No!" hissed Brinn. "He can't make a baby in her!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because … because … because …" He didn't finish. Instead he grabbed the front of his pants with both hands. "Shit!" he gasped.

"What?" asked Shannon.

"I had an accident in my pants," he panted.

This was interesting.

"You peed?" I asked.]

"No. It's not pee. It's something else that comes out of my penis sometimes."

What Shannon and I did not know about was that if Brinn took a shower he washed himself differently than when we were in the bathtub. If he was in the shower he cleaned his penis so much that it squirted sometimes. At first he was scared something was wrong with him, but it felt so good he just kept doing it. Something told him this was private and not to talk to us about it, or do it in front of us.

Now he talked to us about it in our bedroom, as he pulled his shorts and underwear down. The front of his underwear was coated with a kind of whitish but also clear, thick liquid.

"That came out of your penis?" gasped Shannon. "Why?"

"I don't know," he moaned. "I was thinking about Uncle Bob making a baby in Mom and it just happened."

"You did the same thing in your pants that he does inside of Mom," I intuited.

"I don't want Mom to have another baby," moaned Shannon. "You know who'll have to clean up after it and take care of it and all that stuff. We'll get drafted as babysitters all the time."

Brinn pulled on a new pair of shorts and stomped out of the room. We followed and got to the kitchen, where our abandoned plates were, and where Uncle Bob and Mom appeared to be waiting.

Brinn stood by Mom and blurted, "I don't want you and Uncle Bob to make another baby!" he gasped.

Mom looked shocked and then pale. Uncle Bob laughed.

"They'd have found out about it sooner or later," said Uncle Bob.

"I'm not ready," groaned Mom.

"I'll take it this time," he said. "Kids! Come with me!"

He led us to our room, which now had a king bed in it because that was needed so there was room for all of us when we slept. He told us to sit on the bed and then paced a little bit. Pretty soon he told Brinn to get off the bed and take his clothes off. Brinn didn't ask any questions. Then he told us to take our clothes off and a minute later we were all naked.

"Brinn, I want you to look at your sisters and tell me what it is about them that makes them cute, or beautiful."

"I don't know," said Brinn, almost instantly.

"You're not trying," said Uncle Bob. "Look at them. Look at every inch of them from their toes to the tops of their heads."

So Brinn did that, except I knew he wasn't trying to think of what made us pretty. Actually, neither Shannon nor I felt like we were all that good looking.

"Look at their hair," said Uncle Bob. "See how Shannon's is straight as an arrow and Kylie's is curly and darker?"

"Yeah," said Brinn.

"Okay, now look at their necks and then their shoulders. Look at their breasts. Shannon's are bigger than Kylie's, right?"

"I guess so," said Brinn.

"Kylie's turn up at the tips," said uncle Bob. "Shannon's just explode off of her chest. Look at her areolas. Shannon's are so pale you almost can't see them, but her nipples are pink. Kylie's areolas and nipples are chocolaty brown. Now look between their legs, at the hair, there."

"Uh oh," said Brinn. He covered his penis with his hands.

"What's the problem, Brinn?" asked Uncle Bob. "Have you decided they're pretty after all?"

"Are you stiff?" asked Shannon.

"Yeah," he groaned.

"Okay, we're going to talk about what just happened. You've seen me get erect around your mother, right?"

"You always get erect around her," said Brinn.

"That's because I love her and I think she's beautiful and we love to make love. There isn't enough love in the world, so your mother and I make some as often as we can. You got stiff for exactly the same reason, except it was because of your sisters, just like I get erect for my sister. Do you get that?"

"Does that mean he wants to make love with us?" asked Shannon.

"Yes, but it does not mean you should. You guys are too young to start having sex willy nilly. I'm going to send you to college some day and when I do you'll all meet people you will also love. You can have sex with those people all you want."

"Why do we have to wait that long?" asked Shannon.

"Because your mother isn't going to put either of you girls on birth control, which means if Brinn starts making you squeal, your bellies will swell and babies will show up. That could derail your chance to go to college. Don't have babies with Brinn. Have them with other men who aren't your brother."

"You're trying to make a baby in Mom," said Shannon. "I heard you through the curtain. You said it was time to make a baby."

"I was teasing her," said Uncle Bob. "She really loved being pregnant with you guys and when I tease her about getting pregnant it makes her feel good. Okay, so now you know why your mother and I make love so much. We love each other and she's not looking for another man and I'm not looking for another woman. We want to grow old together on this ranch and be as happy as possible."

"We get it," I said.

"Will you stop doing that?" barked Shannon. "I'm the oldest. If we get it then I'll say we get it!"

"Do we get it?" I asked.

She looked uncertain.

"I think so," she said.

"I'll explain it all to you tonight, in bed," I said.

"Okay. Good," said my bossy but uncertain sister.

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There had been, as you can imagine a lot of discussion between Mom and Uncle Bob about ... things. They really were besotted with each other, though we kids didn't understand the true depth of that yet. Nor did we know that their love affair went clear back to the very first time Mom went out on a date (it was to a school dance) and the boy who took her out wouldn't talk to her or look at her or touch her. She didn't know he was scared half to death, just like she was. And when she got home she went to her room and cried because she thought she was ugly or something. Uncle Bob heard her and went to see what was wrong. He was twenty, a couple of years older than she was, and he tried to convince her she wasn't ugly. I guess she didn't believe him and, being a boy, he thought one way to prove it was to show her his erection, which he said she was responsible for because she looked so hot in her dress. Let's just say that she was finally convinced. The point is that from that time on, if she was interested in some mating ritual, or curious about some aspect of teenage sexual exploration, she had a trusted male handy to work that out with. We didn't get a whole lot more details than that, but you can just imagine what it must have been like to have that trusted male handy right next door to your bedroom.

You can imagine it, even though we didn't connect the dots on the fact that Shannon and I had a trusted male right there in our own bedroom. I'm telling you, we were really dumb and I blame that on Mom for shielding us so much.

Anyway, this history, though we didn't know it then, was actually very important, because as we all know (eventually), history repeats itself.

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Part of why this was so difficult for us kids to process was that we clearly knew that Mom and Uncle Bob were doing things that we were pretty sure brothers and sisters weren't supposed to do together. But the problem was that in our memories, they had always acted the way they acted now. So everything was normal looking, except for the Uncle Bob on top of Mom having sex with her part. And here we were, sitting at the table, normal as pie, but we knew that only an hour earlier they had been doing what Brinn saw them doing. It was just too crazy to simply accept and move on.

So one way we decided to process it was to become nudists, ourselves. It wasn't even that strange, with the possible exception that when we slept together we had always worn pajamas, and now that seemed silly. But I'm here to tell you feeling the hot skin of your brother and sister rubbing against your skin is crazy fun. I was pretty sure it was easy to get used to because when we were in Mom's tummy, before we were born, we cuddled naked for months and months. We didn't know it, of course, but our brains registered things.

In this case, the way things got resolved ... sort of ... was one night about a week later. It was early summer, and the weather was beautiful in the afternoon. We were all out in the pool, running around naked, as usual. Us kids knew how to swim now, and didn't have to use the life jackets that had "lifeguarded" us in the beginning, when we first got there. Back then, when we had our life jackets on we would float for an hour, just talking. We didn't pay attention to what Mom and Uncle Bob were doing. " So we finished a game of Marco Polo and Shannon called us into a huddle, looking excited. She pointed and when Brinn and I looked, there was Uncle Bob, on top of our mother, with her legs wrapped around him and he was lunging forwards and backwards while they kissed. He had gotten some better chaise lounges, and they were lying on top of one of those.

Brinn, of course, always the bull in a china shop, marched off across the shallow end of the pool, climbed the ladder and went right up to them, dripping.

"Are you guys having sex in front of us on purpose?" he asked, just like that.

Uncle Bob said, "Shit," which was the first time we'd heard an adult say that word right out loud, right in front of a bunch of kids. Our mom made this moaning sound that we knew meant she was embarrassed. Don't ask me why. They'd done this literally dozens of times in front of us before this. Thinking back on it, I suspect they hadn't planned any of those lovemaking sessions. They just started fooling around and then got carried away and thought we were dumb kids and wouldn't pay any attention or something. Adults frequently think kids aren't paying attention. Of course frequently kids aren't paying attention. But not when adults are having sex right in front of them. Trust me on this.

So, anyway, they kind of half got up and half fell off of the chaise lounge, during which Uncle Bob's erection became a feature of interest. All three of us stared at it. Of course we'd seen his penis a bunch, by now; but not wet looking, and dripping this milky white stuff.

"Hey!" said Brinn. "That happens to me too!" He pointed at Uncle Bob's penis. He frowned. "But it doesn't look like that," he added, doubtfully.

The object which had captured all our attention flagged quickly. It still looked thicker and bigger than usual. Sometimes Uncle Bob's penis looked almost tiny, all tucked up like it had shrunk or something. And sometimes it looked like a half-formed sausage, maybe. But we'd never seen it as big as it had just been when he pulled it out of our mother. So we were all a little shocked.

For some reason, our mother decided it was time for us to have "The Talk." Yes, I'm referring to the vaunted "talk" that every parent dreads having with their children. Don't ask me why she thought that was the appropriate time, but she did. And Uncle Bob got caught in the pattern of this parental shotgun blast, sitting there with his sperm-covered, now-limp, post-coital penis as one of the visual aids.

Understanding that, by then, we'd already looked up the information on the computer our mother was trying to give us, you might not be as surprised as she was when, at the end of her lecture, Brinn's only question was, "Are you trying to get pregnant?"

"No!" moaned our mother.

Uncle Bob tried to help. "Sometimes people have sex just for fun."

Mom shot him a dark look. It was the only one I'd ever seen her give him.

"You're not helping, Bob," she said. "Go clean up. I'll finish up here."

He left and Mom looked at us.

"Look, you guys love each other, right?" We all nodded in unison. "Well I love my brother too. Most people don't understand it like we do, and the fact is that it's nobody else's business what we do here on the ranch. We shouldn't have been doing things in front of you kids, because you're too young to understand it now, but someday you will understand, and we can have another discussion about it then. Okay?"

We nodded in unison again.

"Good!" she said, sounding relieved. She looked toward the house. "I need a shower too," she said. "You guys can keep swimming, but don't stay in too long. And if anybody gets out, you all get out. Got it?"

It was a day for nodding in unison.

She left us thinking about what she'd said. You know ... about loving her brother and it being nobody's business what happened between brothers and sisters ... like having sex...

I'm sure she would have said things a little differently if Brinn hadn't surprised her and gotten her off kilter.

But she didn't say them differently.

It was just one more little thing that propelled us forward to...

Have you ever been trying to walk down a steep hill, and you start to slide a little, and you have to take a giant step forward, and then another one, until you're leaping wildly down the hill, trying to keep your balance and make it to the bottom without falling?

That's a great metaphor for what happened to us that afternoon. Our mother gave us the teensiest little push toward a slippery slope that would have us tumbling helplessly downhill.

And, even though I said Mom gave us that little push, please don't blame her. She wasn't trying to do that. What she and Uncle Bob had was something they'd come to terms with years ago. They had agonized over it and worried about it, and finally decided that their happiness was just as important as anyone else's. They weren't trying to introduce us into an incestuous lifestyle. They were simply acting out their own love, and we happened to see it. They'd have been more circumspect about it if they'd have taken the time to think about it more. But they'd been separated by all that time Uncle Bob had gone to college and been a Marine and a bodyguard or whatever. And when they had a chance to get back together, they jumped at it. And they made up for lost time, when they could, as us kids grew up. Now that we were all only five months from being nineteen I guess they got careless. Or they assumed we knew stuff. Basically, like most adults, they thought we wouldn't pay any attention to what they were doing.

Maybe they fell down their own little hill, out of control.

The point is, nobody intended for their indiscretions to become our indiscretions.

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Okay, so now you have a couple of examples of things that were going on at that time in our lives. I think it's pretty fair to say most kids don't experience those kinds of things. At least not at those levels and under those circumstances. And that had a real impact on how things would play out in the future too. It's all part of what I told you about in the beginning ... about how unconventional our lives were.

Initially, all the public displays of affection between Uncle Bob and Mom stopped. They didn't even kiss any more in front of us kids. We noticed that too, including the fact that there were fewer smiles than there had been before. None of us kids had ever been "in love" before. Not even Brinn considered his time with Brenda to be like that. But we knew love existed, and we had seen them exhibiting that love toward each other. We didn't talk about it, but I think we worried when that exhibition of joy and happiness stopped taking place.

Then Uncle Bob did something that distracted us from thinking about sex … kind of. He bought a horse.

To us he was this huge, scary black beast, at least at first. But when he put us on the horse's back, sitting on just a thick blanket, the whole world changed for us. Suddenly we were seven feet tall, and everything looked completely different. Even buildings looked different. And the horse didn't seem to pay any attention to us, other than go where Shannon (she always sat in the front) told it to with the reins.

When we rode the horse we got dressed. That was because one thing to do was ride all the way to the highway and back. The horse only walked. With all three of us on his back I suspect walking was all he could pull off. He was what Uncle Bob called a "rescue horse" and it came from some big horse farm that raised horses to race. This one had hurt an ankle too badly to race and they were going to put him down. Uncle Bob got him for us and we were delighted. Like I said, Shannon sat in the front, because she was the eldest, of course. I sat in the middle and Brinn sat in the back where he could "protect" us. When he put his arms around me his hands kept getting on my breasts, but I didn't care. He was gentle about it.

We also got dressed when we went for a hike, or played games outside in the woods behind the house. We had never explored the vast pasture up to that point, but the horse was the perfect way to do that. Of course, if we wanted to ride him, somebody had to go get him and he was usually out in the pasture somewhere. Uncle Bob left a halter on him with a piece of rope hanging down and one of our favorite things became the "rescue the horse" where we went out into the dangerous world and brought him safely back to the barn. We wouldn't know for years that that horse could have taken on a mountain lion and won the fight. But with us, he was as gentle as could be. That first year, all three of us would learned how to ride bareback and didn't even know it. uncle Bob had a saddle for it, but we couldn't all fit in the saddle. Later, I went riding by myself and I found out the saddle made the button between my legs feel fantastic in my jeans.

If Uncle Bob wasn't there we could walk the horse over to the board fence of the corral and climb up on that to get on his back. After a week of watching us ride, Uncle Bob said we could go out in the pasture, but not go farther than a fence that had a big gate in it. Or we could ride down to the highway if we wanted.

I'm sure you know what they were doing while we were riding Thunder (my name for him, but he didn't have an official name).

Then, one night, something happened that heated things up considerably.

We had been at the farm for four months and fall was coming on. Sometimes we had to get dressed just to stay warm. Anyway, one night after Mom and Uncle Bob had started "behaving themselves", when we gathered in the den to watch the latest movie that had arrived at Netflix, Mom sat down in the recliner, and Uncle Bob sat down on the couch. It was just wrong. They didn't sit apart like that. They'd never sat apart like that. They always sat together and cuddled. It was just the way the world was supposed to be!

It was Shannon who took the bull by the horns this time. Don't ask me why she thought to do this, but she went and climbed up on Uncle Bob's lap.

"If Mommy's not going to cuddle with you, I will," she said, laying her head against his shoulder.

What happened then was very strange, at least from the viewpoint of an almost nineteen-year-old girl with my background.

Uncle Bob got this strange look on his face, and then he turned red, and then he said, "I don't think that's a good idea, sweetheart."

I looked over at Mom, for some reason. She was kind of pinked up too, and suddenly she got up and went over to where Shannon was still wiggling around on Uncle Bob's lap, trying to get comfortable. I mean that's what she was doing. It was obvious to me. She had just climbed on his lap, like she'd done a million times, and was trying to get comfortable, like she'd done a million times. It was completely normal.

Except it wasn't.

I couldn't understand it, but I knew, deep down inside me that something had changed. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't know why it had changed. It was just ... different.

Mom sat down next to them on the couch and put her arm around Uncle Bob.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

That confused me. I knew she was talking to either Uncle Bob or Shannon, but that question didn't make any sense to either of them. I mean they were just sitting there.

Uncle Bob said, "I don't think so, Lulu." Then, to my sister, he said, "You need to get off of me, honey."

"Why?" asked Shannon.

"Because you're too grown up to sit on my lap," he said.

By now I was really confused. But I didn't have time to think about it, because when Shannon didn't climb off of his lap, he put his hands around her waist and lifted her off his lap, like she didn't weigh hardly anything. He put her on Mom's lap, sort of. I mean her arms and legs were kind of waving around and she was squealing. I think his hands tickled her a little bit maybe. And Mom was trying to hug her too. Uncle Bob stood up and he looked normal, except he was really red in the face and his penis was sticking out. He didn't get cold much and so he wasn't dressed and his erection looked bigger, somehow.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted.

Mom sort of rolled Shannon off her lap, and she slid off the couch onto the floor with a squawk while Mom stood up.

"Come on," she said, reaching for Uncle Bob's hand.

"I'm really sorry," he said, kind of pleading.

"I know," she said. "Let's go get you taken care of." She turned and looked first at me and then at Brinn, who was standing there looking just as confused as I felt. Shannon was sitting on the floor, looking up. "You three stay right here!" she said. She sounded like she was mad, like she sounded when she was going to take one of us into the bedroom for a spanking, and would then come back for somebody else. We usually got in trouble together, and when one of us got spanked, we all did, pretty much. Of course that hadn't happened since we were ten or something, but memories hang around in your brain, you know?

Except she wasn't mad. I could tell. She wasn't happy exactly. I could tell that too, from her voice, but she wasn't actually mad.

So anyway, she dragged Uncle Bob into their bedroom and closed the door.

I looked at Brinn, who still looked confused, and then at Shannon, who was in the act of standing up.

"What happened?" I asked, to the room at large.

"Mom threw me on the floor!" said Shannon, whose voice suggested she was about halfway to being outraged. Shannon was the drama queen of our family. She got outraged about lots of stuff. Everybody thinks triplets are all the same, but they're not the same at all. People think that about identical twins all the time, because they look the same and dress the same sometimes and all that. Fraternal triplets, like us, though, may as well have had different fathers because we were all unique. Shannon was the emotional one. Brinn was the serious one, who loved reading and learning and making things. He was the one who analyzed things and wanted to know how they worked, or why they happened. I was the adventurous one of us. I climbed higher in the trees, and didn't mind picking up snakes and all that. I could have fun in a bare room, just by trying to see how bare it really was. On the other hand, we were joined at the hip, so to speak, and we really were the same on some level. We were the only ones who knew that, though, because the way we were the same was a kind of symbiosis that was unconsious.

"She didn't throw you on the floor," I said. "She just got you off Uncle Bob's lap."

"Yeah, but why?" she complained. "I wasn't hurting anything."

"Why'd he say he was sorry?" asked Brinn.

"What did I do?" complained Shannon. "Why'd they have to throw me on the floor?"

"They didn't throw you on the floor!" I insisted. Don't ask me why I felt like I had to defend the adults, but I did.

"Didn't I just have to get up off the floor?" argued Shannon.

"Shhh!" said Brinn, waving his hands. "Listen!"

Shannon and I stopped talking and we heard Mom's voice, through the door. At first it was just mumbles, but then she yelled "Stop it, Bob!" She didn't sound hurt or anything, but Brinn started toward the door.

"Brinn!" I whispered. "She said to stay here!"

"I know," he said. He kept going. When he got there, he stared at the edge of the door and then leaned over and put his face right by it.

Of course within seconds, Shannon and I were there too. I could see that when Mom closed the door it hadn't latched. The house was pretty old, and sometimes doors didn't work quite right. It didn't matter, usually. Most of the time nobody closed doors for anything anyway. In a house full of nudists, there's usually not a whole lot of need for privacy. We girls changed our tampons in private, but only because Mom said it would gross the boys out if they saw us.

So anyway, instead of putting his ear against the door, Brinn was looking at the crack in it. I could hear better too, now that I was closer to the door.

"It's not your fault, Bob!" I heard our mother say. "After all, you're a man."

Uncle Bob's laughter barked, but it didn't sound like he was happy.

"I should be able to control myself," he said. "She's just a girl."

"Bob," said Mom, and she was using that extra patient voice that we knew so well. She used that when we knew something, but didn't want to admit it and she was determined to get us to do that. "How old was I when you got interested in me as a girl?"

There was this long silence. He finally spoke and I could just barely hear him. "Eighteen."

"And she's almost nineteen," said Mom.

"I'm not twenty any more, Lulu!" he said, really loudly now. They must have realized they were loud because his voice got softer. "I'm forty one now, and I felt like a pervert when I was twenty!"

"I know that," said Mom. "You were so cute back then, trying to be a good boy. Just like you're trying to be a good boy now. I think that's what made me fall in love with you. And I still love you, Bobby. I'm not mad. You reacted like any guy would."

"We have to start wearing clothes," he said. "At least if I had clothes on my fricking boner wouldn't have shown."

"Bob," said Mom again, in that patient voice. "They're grown up. Remember that disastrous session we had a week ago? We didn't handle that very well. And I put them off, just like every other parent probably does. But they are grown up, and we need to be honest with them. They're already living with a huge secret because of us. They don't need any more confusion."

"Shannon doesn't need that much truth," he said. "She doesn't need to know she affects men the way she does."

"Bob, honey, you got an erection. She was naked. And she's flowered physically. So is Kylie. And Brinn gets erections. Even if they don't know it he's probably gotten them for his sisters. Do you think I don't know why men get so excited when they see little girls all dolled up?"

"I don't want to get excited over the girls," said Uncle Bob. "I don't want to get excited over anybody except you."

"Awww," she said, and it was quiet for a bit. Then she said, "Come here, Tiger. You're sweet, but you haven't been stiff like that this long just because of me. I'm telling you, men are wired to respond to women, even young women. But just because you got hard doesn't mean you actually want to have sex with her. I know that, Bobby. You just need to believe it too."

"I do!" he insisted. "I don't want to have sex with her. So why did I get this fucking boner?"

"Because you're a man. And don't worry about your boner. I think I can take care of that. Right now, in fact."

Believe me when I tell you my mind was whirling, just about then. I'll get to an analysis of that in a second. But then Uncle Bob said something that just blew me away.

"So I get hard for your daughters, and you fuck me limp ... is that the deal?"

Mom said, "That sounds like a wonderful plan to me, lover."

Chapter Two

I need to take a little break here, just for a few minutes. That's partly because what happened next still gets me hot, and I remember it like it was yesterday and my panties are getting a little damp. Well, they would be if I was wearing any. But that's not the point. The point is that over the years I've thought about this a lot, and even talked with several men about it.

You see, most people would agree that a grown man who finds a niece "sexy" is a pervert. But if you stand back and look at it like Mom was looking at it, then it seems a lot less perverty. I mean men really are wired to want to have sex with lots of women, and Shannon and I exhibited many attributes of what the average man is looking for, in an evolutionary sense. We're full of energy (which could mean we'd like to fuck a lot) and we have fluid movements. We can both sit on the floor and stand up without using our hands or arms. We run like the wind (thought I'm faster). Our hair is healthy and shiny, and our faces show an honest interest and love for this man.

In effect, when he looked at us, we looked ripe for breeding. Most of that was unconscious, but in this case it had bubbled up through a crack in his subconscious and, like Pandora's box, it couldn't just be closed up and forgotten. Most men will sit on the box and try very hard not to act on the attraction.

And this is true for all uncles who have sexy nieces. It's also true for dads, who notice how sexy their daughters are. It's inevitable that they will look at those young women and recognize in them the potential for mating. So it isn't at all unusual for a firmly non-pervert to observe the promise that shines forth in a young girl. Nor is it perverted for him to appreciate, in his mind, that her future holds many a lusty, lustful man, trying desperately to get into her panties.

And that attitude - of imagining a woman's potential as a sexual partner - lasts almost forever. Go to a wedding, where the bride is all dolled up in white, to proclaim and emphasize her innocence ... her lack of sexual experience ... and just about every man present will imagine in his mind being on the honeymoon to come, and making that "girl" squeal.

At least that's what my male friends all tell me.

Of course we didn't know all that back then, when Shannon and I were first beginning to understand that, as females, we had power over males.

But that would change. And it would change much sooner than we would have imagined.

That needs to wait, though, until the appropriate time. Which is not now. Right now you need to know what happened after we heard our mother and Uncle Bob arguing about whether or not he was allowed to lust after Shannon and me.

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They stopped talking, and all three of us kids leaned fractionally closer to the crack in the door, trying to listen. I heard wet smacking noises that I knew were produced when they kissed. I'd heard those noises hundreds of times.

I think it was Brinn who pushed the door open a little more. I don't know if he intended to, or if his head just hit the door and it opened a little. But it did open a little more.

And then it opened a little more again.

And suddenly we could see them. Well I could, so I assume Shannon could too. Brinn's face was right in the opening of the door, so I know he could see them. He was stooped over a little and I was looking right over the top of his head.

Mom was just lying back on the bed, putting some pillows under her head. Her legs were spread wide. Uncle Bob was on his hands and knees, crawling between those wide spread legs. He leaned his head down to kiss her tummy, and then sort of slid his lips up to her left breast. He opened his mouth, and then he closed it around the tip of that breast and his cheeks hollowed out, and I realized he was sucking.

That was new. I had seen him touch her all over before, including her breasts, but he had never put his mouth on them. And the way she arched her back and closed her eyes and moaned made it really clear that she liked him sucking her there. It was amazing. He switched breasts and did the same thing to the other one and she arched her back and put her hands on the back of his head.

"I need you now," she moaned.

He stood up on his knees and knee-walked a little closer to her. His penis was sticking out straight in front of him, kind of angled up a little, and when he fell down, with his hands just under her armpits, that penis seemed to fall and land on her split.

I should mention here that Mom shaved. We didn't know why she shaved, back then, but we thought that's just how she was supposed to look.

Anyway, his penis landed on her bare split and her hand came and grabbed it and moved it between her split and he pushed that long, hard penis inside her. Just like that, it disappeared inside her.

I know I gasped. At least I heard a gasp, and I felt the air rush into my lungs. Maybe the others gasped too, because it was loud. But at the same time my mother groaned and when she groaned I got the strangest feeling in my tummy. It was like something inside me turned over somehow. It felt delicious, but it was so strange that I didn't know what to think. And in any case, I didn't have time to think, because I was so shocked that that thing actually fit inside my mother. Yes, I know I told you we had seen it come out of her out by the swimming pool, but that was a surprise, and it had happened so fast it got foggy in my memory right away. But the time we could see it actually happen. And yes, I knew, academically, about how the penis goes in the vagina and all that, but the only thing that had ever been in my vagina was a tampon, and that was skinny. But when I had a tampon in, I felt stuffed. And Uncle Bob's penis was five times bigger than a tampon. So I couldn't believe it fit inside her. And yet that groan had been full of joy and happiness, and not pain. And then, he pulled it out, looking all slick and shiny and shoved it right back in hard enough to make Mom's breasts jiggle and her whole body move a few inches, and she hissed, "Yessssssss," and that thing that had turned over in my belly flip-flopped again.

There was more, much more, that first time we kids actually saw what "making love" actually meant. We were glued to the opening in that door and I know I couldn't have moved if the house had been on fire.

At this point it becomes kind of a blur in my memory. I think my mind was overloaded or something, back then. The only other thing I remember was that at one point Uncle Bob was panting real loud and he said, "Is it safe?" and Mom groaned, "No!" and the next thing I knew he had pulled his penis out of her and it hung there, over her split, as it shot little strings of something white onto her stomach. And he was whining, and she was too, and neither of them sounded happy anymore. Except that they did, somehow.

It was all very strange.

And then Mom turned her head and saw all three of our faces in that open doorway.

Her mouth opened, but by then we were already almost knocking each other over trying to back up from the door. The paralysis was gone, and we tore out of there. We went to our room, for some reason, and for the first time in a long time, Brinn closed the door. I know it was Brinn, because when he turned around, his eyes wide, and he stared at us ... his penis was hard.

I know that it's already been pointed out that Brinn got erections back then. But they were so routine Shannon and I had never paid any attention to them. At least I hadn't. I wasn't looking at her, to see if she looked surprised. I was looking at Brinn's erection. It looked pretty much like Uncle Bob's, except in miniature. And it didn't point upwards. It just stuck straight out. He had a smoothe, tight sack under his penis, which wasn't like Uncle Bob's at all. Uncle Bob's sack hung down loose, most of the time and there was hair all over it. In the next year Brinn's ball sac would look more like Uncle Bob's but it wasn't there just yet. Still, it was obvious he was hard. The foreskin looked funny because it stuck off the end of his penis like ... I don't know what. Maybe if you took a sock and cut the toe off, and then slid it onto something round. Except the sock was too long, so the end of it pooched off the end. It looked funny. Not laughing funny. More like weird funny. Which was why I wondered why I had the urge to reach out and touch it.

Nobody said anything. We just stood there. I know this sounds like an overreaction, considering that we'd seen them smooching a hundred times, and seen them making love too. We just hadn't understood they were making love. That's why Brinn asked them if they were having sex that time. We were just making the connection between what we'd been seeing, and things we'd heard about, but weren't really familiar with.

Except that now we were familiar with it. We'd just seen exactly what it meant to "have sex" or "make love."

And we didn't get a chance to talk about it either, because the door opened, slamming into Brinn's backside, and knocking him towards us.

Mom stuck her head through the open door and looked around it.

"Sorry," she said. I think it was an automatic apology.

She came on in. She was naked, as usual, but for some reason it seemed different. I looked at her nipples, which looked completely normal, even though Uncle Bob had been sucking on them. I guess I expected them to look different. And then I looked at her split, and other than being a little redder, maybe, that looked normal too. I said her split looked the same as ours, but there was a difference, actually. Hers had some extra skin hanging down a little bit between the same puffy lips Shannon and I had. Sometimes it hung down farther than others, and sometimes it was thicker. It was that way now, thick, and hanging down further, and darker colored.

"Are you guys okay?" she asked.

That seemed like a strange question. We were expecting to be yelled at. I know I was, anyway. But a lot of strange things had been happening lately, so this was just one more.

"You shouldn't spy," she said. "It's not polite."

We just stood there. I don't think any of us had any idea what to say or do.

"We won't do it again," said Brinn, suddenly.

She looked at him, and I saw her eyes dip downwards. My eyes did the same thing. He was still hard.

"Oh my," said our mother.

She turned around and left. Just like that.

We still didn't move. We were still standing there when Uncle Bob came in. He was still naked too, and for some reason I looked at his penis. It looked normal now, kind of shriveled up, and lying there on top of his ball sack. He looked at Brinn, and said, "Come with me, Sport. We have to have a little talk."

Brinn left with Uncle Bob, and Mom came back in. She went to the bed we all shared and sat down on it.

"Oh boy," she sighed. "What a mess."

I think Shannon might have been freaked out. I told you she was a drama queen, right? And when she got all wound up about something, she could get pretty weird. She did that now.