I slowly turned my head opening my eyes to see Carol, my father’s 3rd wife standing there wide eyed, mouth open and staring as if astonished. I closed my eyes lazily fighting off sleep listening to the sound of my stream hitting the water when I heard a gasp. I groggily entered leaving the door open like I usually did, opened the lid on the commode, pulled my briefs over my dick and began relieving myself. I was on my way to the downstairs bathroom as all of my siblings shared the one nearest to my room and I enjoyed the peace and quiet….if only for a little while. Something unexpected but definitely more came one day when I was simply doing my morning routine. Of course with my own room it became easier to satisfy my urges but I always desired more. One might call it a mansion if they had never been in it before but it was much less luxurious than mansions typically are as my father was a frugal man.
My brothers shared a room and there were two different rooms for my younger sisters. At 18 I was now the oldest child in the house as my two oldest sisters moved out and I had their old room to myself. My father slept in each those rooms depending on his feelings that night. We had a pretty large house though, each of our moms had their own room. It was like an entirely different world, unfortunately it only fueled my lust and subsequently my masturbation habits which increased and it was nearly impossible to do it as much as I wanted with so many people living under one roof. They showed me videos, photos and even taught me the terminology. Popular culture, which my father hated, their beliefs and culture which were not all that different in terms of day to day life and above all, sex. There were a few other polygamist kids there, but I made friends with others outside of my family’s religion. I really didn’t know any different until my father put me in a public school when I reached adolescence. It all usually worked out pretty well, all of our moms took care of all the children mostly the same. My father had 4 wives, each of whom we called mom mostly but their name when they were amongst each other. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18.
My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. Ou know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc….