So I grew up in a bit of a broken family/home. Dad was out of the picture before I was born . Me and my mom lived in a trailer park in South Carolina. Not a nice one either haha. The classic white trash trailer park . Broken down vehicles . Lots of drugs etc etc. Just to give some background .

My mom and my aunt started getting into some heavier drugs and would often go out on benders. Leaving me to fend for myself a lot of the time. They’d come back after 2-3 days of being “out” and be basically dead to the world . Sleeping for 16-20 hours straight kind of thing . They were a mess needless to say .

I spent most of my time at a buddies house . Playing vids.  Smoking pot. Really nothing to crazy. But one night. My family dynamic changed pretty drastically.

I was just 16 at the time. Came home from my buddies house blazed and after a couple underage beers . Opened the door. Kicked my shoes off and walked into the living room. My mom , passed out on lazy boy type chair . As per usual. Snoring away as the tv played in the background.  My aunt . Usually passed out beside her on the couch was nowhere to be seen .

Not thinking to much of it . I grabbed a bag of chips and headed to my room. Swinging the door open my heart skipped a beat as I saw my aunts body sprawled out on the bed. She was laying on her stomach . Arms to either side. One of her legs pulled up to a slight bend. As my eyes traced down my heart skipped a beat again.  Her short black skirt had rode up past both of her cheeks. A thin black thong tracing her cheeks. And a single haired lip was poking past the fabric.