Chapter 1: My Dad and His Brothers

Most of this has been stated in past diary entries and I also post a family tree on my website so I’ll try to keep this brief for those who aren’t familiar with my family background...

My dad has two brothers, Paul who is now fifty two, seven years older than my dad, and Jim who at forty three is two years younger. Due to the age differences, my dad and Jim were closer with each other growing up than they were with Paul. For example, by the time my dad entered high school, Paul had already graduated and was away at college. Paul eventually married my Aunt Julie and they produced two girls, Ginny (twenty nine now) and Laura (twenty six). Both of my cousins are now married with children, just your everyday typical soccer moms. All of them are still living relatively close to one another on the north side of Pittsburgh yet other than family functions I never see much of them. While when we DO get together we all get along fine for the most part, I can’t say we’re very close.

In high school the two younger brothers apparently had quite the reputation (at least from what my mother and her sister have told me) for chasing the girls, especially the younger ones. Being the older brother, my dad would lead the way while his younger brother tried to match him with the typical drive of a younger sibling trying to upstage the older one.

The younger brothers dated two sisters, Mary, who would eventually become my mom and Linda, her younger sister. Over time they dated in various combinations, sometimes together but usually separate. All of them loved sex so that sort of became the glue that held their relationships together. As to who was hornier and pushed the hardest for sex, the answer seemed to depend on who I asked. Of course my dad claims it was all him, trying to act like everything was all his idea like some macho guy.

Personally, I believe my mom’s version of the story more. While crediting my dad with much of it, she her younger sister Linda for being the one to initiate some of the more crazier things they did. Knowing how she behaves at times to this day, I have no problem believing she was the chief instigator much of the time.

Mary married my dad and became my mom not long afterwards. Linda married another guy she thought she was in love with but unfortunately things didn’t work out. After having their first (and only) daughter Kristi, he became insanely jealous of her incestual relationships with her father and brother-in-law (my dad). She had told him everything before they got married so it wasn’t like he was blind-sided or anything. Forced to choose between her husband and family, my aunt did the only thing she could - she divorced him.

After my mom divorced my dad and moved to Oregon, my aunt moved in a few months ago with my father. Odds are there will never be anything overly romantic between them given their long history, but they seem comfortable with each other in a mature sort of way and I think they are both happier now.

Aunt Linda’s move left Kristi alone in their house which provided me with an excellent opportunity to lower my monthly expenses by moving in with her. Given my sub-par wages as a private Christian elementary school teacher, it certainly helped the old checkbook. Before anyone asks, unlike when her mom was with her, we sleep in separate bedrooms!

As for Uncle Jim, he married a girl he met at church who became my Aunt Shari. They have three kids, Rick is twenty-one, Kate is nineteen and Tammy is now seventeen (which seems unbelievable to me!). Our families have always hung around together a lot since we live near one another but the dynamics have been odd, to say the least. When he married my aunt, I don’t think he really understood just how crazy she was in terms of religion. Now I consider myself a born-again Christian and have always put God first in my life, but she drives me totally nuts! I always wondered how he managed to keep her from knowing that even after he married her, he still had sex with the two sisters he’d fucked so many times back in high school (mostly Linda, but now and then my mom). I guess the fear of what she would do to him in his sleep if she found out kept him from doing anything that would ever let her discover his incestual desires.