Chapter 1: Tuesday Dinner - Talking About Tammy

Fourteen seems to have become a special age in my family. I was barely fourteen when I sucked my first dick and lost my virginity. My cousin Kristen was also fourteen when she had sex for the first time. My youngest cousin Tammy gave her virginity to my dad about a month or so after her fourteenth birthday. Even my mother lost her virginity at the age of fourteen, although she’s the only one whose father has the bragging rights.

So now my little cousin Tammy’s was going to be fifteen in a couple of weeks. As I was sitting at the table eating dinner with my parents, my mom noted we’d received an invitation to her birthday party. My dad, whose nose had been buried in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette until then, joined in the conversation.

“Damn, I can’t believe she’s going to be fifteen already. She’s growing up fast,” he responded rather admiringly. Well, given he never seemed to be able to keep his eyes off her when she was around, if anyone would know, he would.

“Ahhhhhh, she’s not getting too old for you now, is she daddy?” I teased him. My father’s reputation when it came to young teenage girls was as solid now as ever.

My dad punched me playfully in the shoulder saying, “You of all people should know better than that. It’s just she’s not the little girl she use to be.”

“Oh really? So when was the last time you fucked her?” I asked laughing.

“Kelly!” my mom interrupted, “We really don’t need to go there.”

“Oh Mary, lighten up,” my dad retorted.

“Well, you know how I feel about it,” she came back. It was a running issue between the two of them. Since Tammy had started transforming from a little girl into a hot teenager, my dad’s interest had been growing for his niece - in more ways than one. Even my mom had to admit it wasn’t entirely my dad’s fault as Tammy was a natural born flirt. Even though my aunt was a self-righteous bible-thumper, she never was able to control her youngest daughter the way she did Kate, Tammy’s older sister. Whereas Kate dressed conservatively and always “behaved” herself, Tammy’s attire was as provocative as she could get away with and loved to tease, although I don’t think early on she fully realized the effect she had on men with interests like my dad.

We have a hot tub on our deck and usually when my dad’s brother and family visit we all get in at one time or another. Even though my dad wears a bathing suit when we have visitors, it barely concealed his reaction to seeing his cute little niece splashing around in her polka dot bikini. After they had left, he and my mom would usually get into a little argument over his poorly concealed lust for their youngest niece. It wasn’t that she minded him fantasizing about her; after all she knew she may as well ask the moon to stop going around the earth to ask him to do that. She was worried her sister-in-law would eventually notice the erection he had in the hot tub when she was in there with him. Probably the only reason she hadn’t was she probably simply couldn’t conceive her brother-in-law could possible have such a desire for her daughter, especially at her age.

Given my aunt’s rigid beliefs, it’s understandable that she had on idea to what extent incest had permeated her family. As I mentioned, I didn’t have sex with my dad until I was sixteen even though I was doing other boys for two years before then. If there is anything in my life that I regret, at least from a sexual perspective, it’s that I didn’t offer myself to my dad the first time. In my defense, I had no idea at the time that he even wanted to, but that’s still no excuse. Tammy provided me with the opportunity to at least partially make amends for cheating my father out of his dreams for me. Even though I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to make it happen, it wasn’t until our two families spent a weekend in cabins at the lake that the right opportunity finally arose.