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Prologue

If you looked at me and my wife Ginger, you would make many assumptions about us, like we're the average American couple. In many ways, we are. We have three children, all teenagers, a house in the suburbs, and a dog. I work as a welder. However, looks can be deceiving. We are not the average American family. The average American family does not have parents who are brother and sister.

Whenever people ask us how we met, Ginger and I always say we met in high school. In a way, it's true because the first time I saw her as other than my sister was when I was an eighteen-year-old senior, and she was a sixteen-year-old sophomore.

Allow me to explain a bit about our background. Our parents are also brother and sister. Our grandparents were cousins, as were their parents. This coupling of relatives goes back five generations. As you can see, incest is a tradition in our family, not just something that happens incidentally.

There are policies concerning when and how a sixteen-year-old is initiated into the tradition. The first of the guidelines is that children aren't allowed to date before their sixteenth birthday. The second is that their first sex will be with the parent of the opposite sex on the weekend following their sixteenth birthday at a family reunion. The last is that once initiated; they may ask anyone that has already been initiated to have sex with them.

The story of initiating our three children, Ryan, Sue, and Tammy, into the tradition will be told as separate stories.

Tammy's Initiation

Tammy's sixteenth birthday was just a week away. Now, Tammy is a tomboy, unlike her sister, Sue. She's more into rock climbing, camping, fishing, and hunting than fashion, hairstyles, getting her nails done, etc.

Ginger and Tammy were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting, when Ginger asked Tammy, "What would you like to do on your birthday."

Tammy replied, "I'd like you to take me shopping. I'm tired of wearing jeans all the time and I'd like a skirt or two and some blouses. To tell you the truth, Mom, sometimes I get jealous of all the attention that Sue gets from the guys. Could I also get my hair done? I'd like to get rid of this mess and have it cut to a cute bob."

Ginger sat there shocked for a moment before she replied, "Of course we can do that!"

"What is happening to our tomboy?" she thought. "Could she really want to become a girly girl?"

She immediately called the hair salon that she used and made an appointment for Tammy.

When I got home that evening, Ginger bowled me over with the news.

"She really asked to go shopping for skirts and blouses?" I asked, full of doubt. "And she wants to get her hair styled, too?"

Ginger sat there nodding at each question.

"Honey, "I said, "buy her all the 'girly' stuff she wants. While you're at it, get her some frilly, front closure bra and panty sets; her initiation is coming up."

"Good thinking about the bra and panty sets," Ginger replied, "I'll also get her a pair of black shoes, with maybe a 2 inch heel on them. Those boots and tennis shoes won't go with her new look."

"While she's getting her hair done, why don't you suggest she get a manicure and pedicure?" I suggested. "You two could make a day of it."

The following week, on Tammy's birthday, the two of them had a 'Girls Day Out.' Ginger took

Tammy to her favorite store, and they shopped for clothes, that took most of the morning. They had a leisurely lunch, then on they went to the salon to get Tammy's hair done. Ginger suggested that Tammy get a manicure and pedicure while they were there, which she accepted.

I was already home from work when they returned, each carrying a couple of large shopping bags.

I was stunned! The raggedy jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, and long hair were gone. Our tomboy had become a beautiful, graceful, young woman who wore a 'bob' cut as a crown!

I looked at Tammy and asked, "Did you enjoy your special day?"

She replied, "Very much, Daddy, thank you. For the first time in my life, I feel pretty."

"Tammy, you've always been pretty but now you look amazing. I'll bet that if you wore skirts and blouses to school instead of jeans and T's, all the guys would be trying to talk to you," I exclaimed.

Tammy stood there and blushed, then ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and said, "Thank you, Daddy, you've made me so happy."

"Now Tammy," I said, "please sit down. Mom and I have something very important that we have to talk to you about."

She says, "Okay Daddy." and takes a seat on the couch, looking at us expectantly.

I start, "Tammy, today is your sixteenth birthday and you are the last in your generation to learn what we are about to tell you. Before we can tell you these things, we need a promise from you. Will you promise that nothing that is said here tonight or anything that happens next weekend will be talked about with anybody outside this family, not your best friends, not your teachers, absolutely nobody can know. If you make this promise and break it, Mom, or I, or both of us, could go to prison. Will you promise?"

Looking concerned, Tammy says, "I love you both. I promise that nobody will ever know."

"Okay. The first thing we need to tell you is that Ryan and Sue both know what you'll learn tonight. There's a reason you weren't told earlier as you'll soon find out," said Ginger.

I continued, "Mom and I are related, we're brother and sister. Our situation isn't uncommon where we come from."

"That's kinky," she said

"It get's even more 'kinky' than that, Sweetie. Our whole family is like that," I reply.

"You mean ALL the brothers and sister are like you and Mom?"

Ginger answers with, "No Sweetie, sometimes cousins stay together like they are married."

I take over the conversation with, "Sweetie, there's a tradition in our family that on the weekend after a child has their sixteenth birthday, a family reunion is held and the child is initiated into the tradition."

"What is the initiation about, Daddy?" she asks.

"The initiation is about the child becoming an adult, in your case, becoming a woman. The tradition specifies that the parent of the opposite sex will teach the child how to please their sexual partner," I explain.

Tammy looks at us and says, "Ryan and Sue have already been through this. I guess that means that Ryan had sex with Mom and Sue had sex with you, Daddy. Correct?"

"That's correct, Sweetie. Once the initiation is completed, you will be a woman and allowed to have sex with anyone you choose. You'll also be allowed to wear makeup and date, if you wish, " I affirmed, then continued, "There are only two stipulations and they have nothing to do with the tradition. The first is that you are not allowed to bring guys to this house for sex, that's too dangerous to the secret of the tradition. The other is that you must remain on birth control until you're eighteen, after that it's your decision."

"Oh Daddy, I can't wait for my initiation," she gushed happily.

"I'll take Friday and Monday off so we have a long weekend; Ginger, make sure the school knows in advance that the kids won't be there."

"Are all five of us going?" asked Ginger.

I replied, "Of course. There's no reason why Ryan and Sue should stay home. Tammy will be the last of that generation to be initiated, and we won't have to keep secrets in our house until we have grandkids.

"Thanks for that reminder, Honey. We've kept the tradition's secret for almost twenty years; it will take some time to adjust to the new reality.

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Friday morning

Last night, we all packed three changes of clothes for the trip. I advised Tammy that she may want to throw in an extra change of clothes in case one of her skirts got soiled.

This morning, Ginger did a fantastic job of applying some very light makeup to Tammy's face; she glowed. Sue had applied her own.

Because there are five of us, plus baggage, I rented a large SUV for the trip so we wouldn't get cramped.

At 9 am, sharp, I announced, "Everyone grab your bags and take them out to the SUV."

Ryan and I loaded the bags while everyone else got in. Once we did that, we joined the rest of the family. At 9:15, we were on the road. We made good time and made it to my usual gas stop at 11 am. I made my usual "Gas and bathroom break" announcement and pulled into the gas station. By the time I finished filling the tank, everyone was ready to go.

An hour later, we were at the folk's farm. There were campers and trailers all over the place. We all got out as my father walked to the SUV.

He looks at me and says, "Ahhh, your entire family is finally here, together."

Then he turns to Tammy and exclaims, "You, dear, will be the last person of your generation to be initiated. This will be a historic event; every member of our extended family is here. That hasn't happened since the last member of your parent's generation was initiated over twenty years ago."

"Okay, enough speech making," he said, "grab your bags and let's get you settled in. Son, you and Ginger have your old room. Ryan and Sue, if you have no objections, you can share Aunt Sherry's old room. Of course, Tammy will have your old room, Ginger."

On hearing the sleeping arrangements, Ryan and Sue looked at each other and smiled. They had been secretly sleeping with each other whenever they could. They were very discrete about it, but Ginger and I knew.

We each got our bag out of the SUV and followed Dad to the house. As we entered, Mom hugged each of us. She didn't say a word about Tammy's makeup, which surprised me after the scene she had made about Sue wearing makeup before her initiation. I led the way up to the bedrooms and directed the kids to the rooms they'd use during our stay. I first showed Tammy to Ginger's old room, then Ryan and Sue to Sherry's old room.

As they entered, I quietly said, "No sex until after the initiation."

They looked at me, surprised, and Ryan said, "I thought we were being discrete."

I chuckled and said, "Mom and I thought so too when we lived in this house. Your grandparents knew exactly what was going on."

Fifteen minutes later, I gathered everyone and led the way to the kitchen.

"Mom, do you have anything we can have for lunch?" I asked.

"Of course I do." she replied, "There's a pot of stew on the stove. You know where the dishes are." "I'm not a waitress, you know," she laughed.

I set the table and served everyone a hot bowl of stew. We talked as we ate lunch, then went out to re-acquaint ourselves with family members we haven't seen in a while.

Later, the extended family got together outside the old bunkhouse, where they roasted a pig for supper.

Around 7 pm, everyone was mingling in the great room of the house. Tammy was the center of attention. She was wearing a form-fitting, blue, button-down blouse and a floral print skirt that came to mid-thigh. Many teen boys, each vying for a chance to have sex with her after the initiation, surrounded her.

At 8 pm, Ginger made her way to where Tammy was standing and whispered in her ear, "It's time."

Tammy excused herself and went to her room. As she opened the door, she gasped when she saw her grandfather.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here? Dad is supposed to initiate me."

He replied, "Tammy, your father has honored me by stepping aside to allow me to initiate you. As I told you at the SUV, you're the last of your generation to be initiated. I'm getting old and may not be around for the next initiation, so your Dad gave me the honor of doing this.

"Grandpa, as patriarch of the family, you do me a great honor. I will do my best to please you."

"Your first lesson and test, child, is to undress, making it arousing for me."

Tammy slowly unbuttons her blouse, from top to bottom, and shrugs it off her shoulders, letting it float to the floor. She then turned her back, unclasped her front-closure bra spreading it wide, and slowly turned back to face him.

"That was well done, Tammy. Please continue."

She then released the closure on her skirt and, while wiggling her hips, slowly lowered the skirt to the floor. She turned her back to him, placed a finger from each hand in the waistband of her nearly transparent panties, and removed them the same way as her skirt. Turning back to him, she stood there, cupping her tits, wearing nothing.

"Tammy, that was absolutely sexy. Was it rehearsed?"

"No, Grandpa. I just did what felt right."

"You have good instincts. Your next lesson and test is to undress me in a sexy way."

Tammy walked across the room, swinging her hips, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When she finished, she pushed it off his shoulders and caressed his upper arms, shoulders, and chest before she kneeled and released his belt buckle. She next unzipped his fly, reached into his boxers, and caressed his manhood. Her other hand unbuttoned his pants; they fell to the floor. She removed her hand from his cock and slowly slid his boxers down his legs. She pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the bed, then removed his shoes, pants, and boxers.

From her position on the floor, she asked, "How was that Grandpa?" as she stared at his rock-hard cock.

"That was sexy, indeed," he said as he noticed her stare. "Is there something you'd like to do?"

"Grandpa, your manhood is so stiff. Can I touch it?" she asked.

"Of course, child. It's called a cock or dick by most people. Your next lesson is making it feel good."

"How do I do that?"

"Wrap your hand around it, applying moderate tightness, and gently move your hand up and down."

As she follows his instructions, she says, "It feels so hard, yet it's also soft."

"You do that very nicely, Tammy. The next step is to lick up and down the shaft. When you've completed that, take the head in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it while sucking."

She licks the shaft of his cock then stops, saying, "Grandpa, my vagina is getting real wet. Is that natural?"

"Yes child, it's your body preparing you to become a woman. Now, take the head of my cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it while sucking."

Tammy complies, and Grandpa says, "Yes, child, you do that well. Now, bob your mouth up and down, taking as much of me as you can in your mouth.

Tammy starts bobbing her head, taking more of his cock each time.

Shortly, she is taking it all, and he says, "I'm going to cum soon. When I do, stuff will shoot out of my cock into your mouth. When it does, I want you to pull back, leaving only the head in your mouth and keep swallowing until it stops."

Tammy keeps bobbing her head until Grandpa yells, "Here it comes, child!"

She immediately backs off, leaving just the head in her mouth, and starts swallowing as he cums. She continues sucking and swallowing until the flow stops.

"Wow, Grandpa, you sure cum a lot. Do all men cum that much?"

"No child, every man cums a different amount and has a different taste," he replies.

"Your's was kind of salty, but I liked it."

"Okay, time for the next lesson," he said, "Sit on the bed sideways, with your back against the wall and your legs hanging off."

Tammy gets into the position he described. He kneels on the floor and spreads her knees.

"I'm going to return the favor of the blow job you just gave me by eating your pussy," says Grandpa.

He immediately notices that her clit is erect and engorged, so he uses his tongue to swirl over and around it.

"Grandpa!" she yells, "What are you doing to me? I'm getting tingly all over and my stomach feels like it's going to knot up."

He hadn't realized that giving him the blow job had put her that close to the edge.

"Tammy, you're about to have an orgasm, you're going to cum. Relax and let it happen." He sucks hard on her clit; she explodes, squirting all over his face.

"Grandpaaaaaa!"

He releases her clit and lets her recover from her orgasm.

When she calms down, she exclaims, "Wow! That was intense and I want more!"

Grandpa looks at her and says, "Giving me a blow job put you on a hair trigger, Let's try a different way."

He inserts a finger in her pussy, pumps a few times, then inserts another and repeats the action until he has three fingers pumping in and out.

"How does that feel, Tammy," he asks.

"That feels wonderful, Grandpa. I'm starting to get all tingly again," she answers.

He continues pumping three fingers in her pussy then removes one. He curls the other two up and searches for her G-spot. Suddenly, he finds that rough patch of skin behind her clit and rubs it.

"Oh my God!" she yells and squirts again as her whole body shakes and her pussy convulses.

He withdraws his fingers and allows her to relax in the glow of her second orgasm.

When she's recovered, she says, "Grandpa, that was even bigger than the first."

"Did you enjoy it?" he asks.

"Grandpa, it seems the bigger they are the better I like them."

"Okay child, it's time to turn you into a woman. Please get on your hands and knees."

Tammy gets in position, and he gets behind her, notching his cock at the entrance to her love tunnel.

"I'm going to go slow and easy until you get used to my cock being in you. You might feel some pain, but it should go away quickly. Are you ready?" he says.

Tammy nods her head, and he slowly pushes into her soaking wet snatch. When he contacts her hymen, she tenses up.

He withdraws a bit and says, "Relax, it'll be over in a jiffy."

As he said the word 'jiffy,' he pushed and shredded her hymen, half of his cock engulfed in her pussy.

"Ow," she said.

He held still as her snatch adjusted to having a cock inside her.

After a minute or so, she said, "The pain is fading, Grandpa. It's starting to feel tingly."

He replied, "I'm going to slowly go deeper, tell me when you're ready for me to go full tilt."

He slowly pistoned in and out, going deeper each time. When he finally bottomed out, he asked, "How are you doing, Tammy?"

"I love having your cock all the way in me each time you thrust."

"Okay, I'm going to speed it up."

He started thrusting deep and hard.

"Oh, yes. I like it this way, Grandpa!" she exclaimed, "Don't stop!"

He continued pounding her, gradually increasing the speed as he approached his orgasm.

"Grandpa, it's gonna happen again, I can feel it getting real close!" she yelled.

He was almost there when he said, "Cum with me, Sweetie," then reached under and rubbed her clit.

That set her off, and they came simultaneously. His cum shot against her cervix while she squirted her juice all over his crotch.

She collapsed on the bed; he collapsed with her, his cock still deep in her as her pussy continued to spasm around it. When his cock went flaccid and popped out, he rolled to the side and cuddled her.

"Welcome to adulthood, woman," he whispered in her ear.

Tammy rolled to her side, kissed his lips, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa. That was the best birthday gift in the world."

They cuddled a few more minutes, then he said, "Let's put some clothes on and go shower."

When they finished showering, Dad came downstairs and walked directly to where Ginger and I talked to some cousins.

I excused myself, then Dad and I found a quiet corner.

"She's a squirter," he said quietly and walked away.

I knew then that from now on, her nickname would be "Squirt."

As things started quieting down, I told Ginger.

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

"She's the first in several generations, I believe," said Ginger, "I'll check with Mom in the morning."

"Between the drive and all the activity here, I'm beat, let's go to bed," I said.

"I agree, let's go, "Ginger replied.

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Saturday

It's about 8 am when Ginger and I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

Mom looks at us and says, "Yes, I heard. I checked, it's been four generations."

"Mom, this is almost historic," said Ginger, breathlessly, "are you going to announce it to the entire family?"

"Calm down." I said to Ginger, "We need to talk to Tammy about this before we make any decision.

Two hours later, Tammy dragged herself gingerly into the kitchen.

Ginger says to her, "You look sore. Did you overdo it last night?"

"I guess so," Tammy mumbled.

"How many?" asked Ginger.

"After Grandpa, I had sex with six cousins," she said.

"Oh, Honey," sighed Ginger.

I exclaimed, "Six guys on the same night after your first time is definitely overdoing it!"

"Daddy, none of them was as good as Grandpa, they didn't know how to push my buttons," Tammy complained.

"Young guys often forget that their goal is to please their partner, not just cum," I state.

Tammy turns to me and says, "That was very generous of you, giving up the privilege of initiating me to Grandpa."

She faces Ginger and asks, "Can I borrow Daddy tonight?"

I look at Ginger and say, "Our daughter has class; she asks for your permission before asking me to have sex with her."

Ginger says to Tammy, "Only if you're fully recovered from last night. Your Dad knows how to pound a pussy."

"Good," says Tammy, "That's what I need, someone who can pound the hell out of me while I'm on my hands and knees."

"Tammy, there's something we women need to discuss; privately," Ginger says.

That's the cue for Dad and me to exit the kitchen, so we leave.

Mom sits down at the table with Tammy and Ginger.

"Tammy," Mom starts, "you are the first woman in the last four generations of our extended family to squirt when she cums. That is almost historic."

Ginger continues, "Normally, when an event such as this happens, an announcement is made to the entire extended family."

Mom then says, "We'd like your permission to make the announcement and record the event in the family history."

Tammy looks at them like they're crazy, then realizes what it all means; within our family, she'd be a historical figure to future generations.

Her features soften, and she says proudly, "Yes, go ahead and do what tradition expects."

Mom turns to Ginger and says, "She's young, but just proved to me that one day, she will be Matriarch of this family. Deep down, she 'feels' the reason for the tradition."

That afternoon, after the announcement and historical entries were made, Tammy came to me.

"Daddy," she said, "I hope all the goings-on about me doesn't embarass you."

"Sweetie, I'm proud, not embarassed."

"Daddy, please take me to bed. I don't care that it's still daylight."

I carry her up to Ginger and my bed and slowly undress her, savoring every moment. As I remove her blouse, she puts her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a very passionate kiss. Meanwhile, my hand has released the clasp on her front closure bra. I break the kiss and lick my way down to her nipples, kissing and sucking on them.

"Yes Daddy, just like that," she moans, "you're making my pussy wet."

I pull her skirt and panties off in one swift move, then tear my clothes off. I didn't realize that Ginger was standing outside the door watching, getting turned on.

I get between Tammy's legs, licking and sucking on her clit. I insert two fingers into her pussy, curl them up, and feel for her G-spot. When I found that rough patch of skin, I released her clit, opened my mouth wide, and then rubbed it.

Tammy screamed, "Yes Daddy!" as her whole body tensed, her back arched, then she squirted into my waiting mouth.

As Tammy stopped squirting, I heard a moan coming from the hallway. I look toward the open door; Ginger is there, jeans unsnapped, with a hand down the front of her panties, masturbating. I wave at her to come in and put a finger to my lips to indicate that she should be quiet. She strips as she enters.

"Get on all fours, Tammy," I say.

She moves then noticed that Ginger was with us, naked.

I tell her, "Mom's going to suck on your nipples while I pound your pussy. I want you to play with her tit's at the same time."

Ginger and Tammy position themselves and start acting as directed. I slide into Tammy's snatch and start pounding it. It takes less than five minutes for her to cum, spraying my groin. At the same time, Ginger is rapidly working her pussy and cums on her fingers.

I don't stop pounding Tammy's snatch as it's convulsing around my cock. After cumming, Ginger is sucking and nipping Tammy's nipples again. Tammy came a third time, spraying my groin again. She collapsed after that, in sensory overload, I believe. Ginger barely got out from under Tammy before she collapsed.

I haven't cum yet, so I drag Ginger to the floor and start pounding her pussy like a machine; she cums twice before I shoot my load. I finish and look up to see Tammy looking at my cock.

"Daddy, let me clean your cock. I want to see what the three of us taste like together," she moaned.

Without saying a word, I walk to the bed. Tammy takes my wilting cock and sucks it into her mouth, working her tongue all around it.

When my cock is clean, Tammy says, "We taste good together. We should do this more often."

Just then, it hit me; I had a threesome with my sister and our daughter.

I helped Ginger up off the floor, and we all lay down on the bed, in a tangle of arms and legs, and fall asleep.

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Sunday

The three of us wake around 8 am and head for the kitchen. Sue and Ryan are already sitting there, eating.

Sue looks at us and says, "You three of you must have had one hell of a time."

I look at her and ask, "What do you mean?"

"Daddy, the whole house knows what happened. You really should have closed the door."

I laugh, saying, "I doubt even a closed door would have hidden the fun we had."

I sit down and pour cereal and milk into a bowl. Ginger and Tammy follow suit.

As I eat, I say, "I'm not doing anything at all today, just going to relax."

I look at Ginger and Tammy and say, "I suggest you do the same."

"That's a great idea, Daddy. My nipples and pussy are sore this morning," complained Tammy.

“Well I’m horny,” Ginger says, “I’m going to find some ‘unfamiliar’ cock to help my condition. I’ll start with Ryan, if you don’t mind, Sue.”

“Go right ahead, he wore me out last night, listening to you three,” Sue replied.

Ginger gets up, grabs Ryan’s hand, and pulls him out of the kitchen. They aren’t seen again until late afternoon. The rest of our family rests and recovers.

During the afternoon, most extended family members leave for home.

That evening, I gather our family and tell them to pack so we can leave by 9 am, tomorrow.

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Monday morning

My family gathers for breakfast around 8 am. Ginger and I sit on one side of the table; the kids, or should I say other adults, opposite us.

I look at Ryan, Sue, and Tammy, and say, “We’re very proud parents today. Our young adults are curteous, thoughtful about the feelings of others, and above all, respectful. I don’t think I need to say this, but I will. In your future relationships, please insure that our family traditions are maintained. Whoever you eventually decide to settle down with must be okay with it. That is why many of our relatives create families together; the secret of the tradition isn’t revealed.”

I continue, “Ryan, Sue, we’ve watched your love for each other grow over the past year. We see it in the way you treat each other, day to day. You may not realize it yet, but we’ve seen the love; you demonstrate it every day. Our hope is that one day, you’ll decide to make a family, together.

I then look at Tammy and continue speaking, “Tammy, you’ve just been initiated. Your instincts have already so impressed your grandmother that she feels that one day you will be the Matriarch of the extended family. I agree with her and hope that comes to pass. Between now and then, you will find a mate. If you remember the lessons of your initiation, you’ll never have to worry about your mate cheating. As I’ve already said, when choosing a mate, be mindful of the secret of the tradition.

I stand and say, “Enough speeches. Get your bags and let’s go home.”

We each grab a bag from our rooms and go out to the SUV. Ryan is loading them when Ginger and I are pulled aside by our parents.

Dad looks at us and says, “Son, we heard you talking in the kitchen and we’ve never been more proud of you than we are now. You told the kids exactly what they needed to hear.” He continued, “Ginger, your respect and love for him was evident; I hope that each kid saw that and will emulate that with their mate. You allowed him to impart critical information and express his feelings without interruption.”

Mom then says, with tears in her eyes, “The two of you have raised three wonderful children to adulthood, but you’re not done yet. Continue to love and guide them. When the time comes and they give you the gift of grandchildren, cherish the little ones, they are the future of our family.

I give Ginger a hug and say, “All we’ve done is what the two of you taught us and demonstrated as we were growing up. You’re the parents responsible for how our kids turned out, not us.”

Ginger and I embrace each of them. During each embrace, I whisper, “Thank you.”

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