Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen. Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom. "I guess that makes you my only boyfriend," she laughed. " "All the women I know are older women," I smiled, in a moment of sudden adolescent maturity. Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen.
There was very little sibling rivalry that I recall... As my sisters grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family, but I was blissfully uninvolved. The twins were both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister, Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home with Mom. My father hadn't been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall. When everyone is that much taller than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other.
I'm lucky that even my parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker... It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special gift. They weren't just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief.
My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great Grandmother.
I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however.
*** I'm not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom activities.
Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too much, after so many girls. Thank you." I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save me. *** Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag.
It takes a while to get going, but I believe the background is important. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Donal Liam Padraig O'Sullivan. I suppose, when you follow the good Catholic example of spawning enough children to start a family sports team, there will be survivors, and if a muti-generational family reunion were to happen... With five older sisters, twenty cousins spread across five maternal aunts and one uncle, and 18 more from my father's side, we were nearly a nation of our own.
If you're looking for a quickie, this may not be for you. If you read it with your best Irish lilt, or perhaps using your leprechaun impression, it rolls off the tongue easier, and accurately conveys my lineage. I gave up trying to figure it out beyond my great grandparents... Let's just say the O'Sullivan genes were well spread out across the world.
It must have spurred my grandparents into action once more, and they had one more child, a girl, about a year after.
By the time I came along, about five years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at our house so much, I really thought she was my sister. " I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us. "I should go, honey, but I'll see you Saturday at your party," she said softly.