The Boys: My Family

This is one of the few pictures I have of me as Yvonne posing with my whole family.

Paul is my oldest brother and he is wearing the red shirt.  He is four years older than me.  A year younger  than Paul is Ryan in the brown shirt.  Joey is my younger brother, a year younger than I am.

Dad did not approve of my life as Yvonne so pictures of us all as a  family were rare.  That is with me as Yvonne.

Understandably each of my brothers as well as my Mom and Dad had a big impact on my life.  They are my family.  Their impact however went beyond that of being brothers in the cases of Paul, Ryan and Joey.  Each of  them would come to know me in ways a brother should never know their sister.  Each of them would fuck me several times.

Did my Dad ever fuck his little girl?  When it comes to my Dad, at times I will attest on these pages that he never did.  At other times I will be more honest and admit that there was that one time.  A careful reader of these pages will soon discern that 'that one time' and 'just that one time' does not always speak to the same times.

About Paul:   Paul holds three distinction in my story. He was the first boy to ever fuck me. He did so when I was ten and he was fourteen. Secondly, while this may change in the years ahead, it is doubtful that any man will ever fuck me as often as Paul did. (I simply do not see myself in any relationship that will enable any man to fuck my ass more often than Paul does. I say does because too often we had made the promise to each other 'Just this one last time.) The third distinction is that he was the first boy I ever seduced into fucking me.

About Ryan:  To Ryan I was a whore.  Not that he ever paid me but if he was fucking me he was fucking a whore.  He loved to pull out the duct tape whenever we fucked as you will see from one of my posts.  He also had a thing about pretending to be our Dad.  He would have me beg for his dick like and call him Daddy. While it was differently rougher and different with Ryan than it would ever be with Paul or Joey, I some times wonder if I could ever had made the transition to being a whore without the training he gave me.

About Joey:  Joey was the second boy to fuck me.   That he was fucking me made it almost a family traditoin as Paul had already fucked me.  For two months he was the only boy to fuck me and it might have gone on longer except that I came home one day and found him wearing some of my clothes.  After that I simply did not want to be with him anymore.  As it turned out, being with me was not his first choice either. Although I am fairly confident that JoBeth was not unlike Yvonne when it came to boys and sex, Joey would try marriage for a few years.  After the all but inevitable divorce, Jobeth and I would occasionally party together.  One night we picked up two guys and took them back to my place.  While I could have taught JoBeth a thing or two about sex, her hookup had a much bigger dick than did mine and she  took every inch of it with a big smile on her face.