“It happens sometimes.” He’d stripped down to his shorts and undershirt, and I could trace the shape of his c**k through the fine material of his boxers.
“Not in the Sebring family. I only knew them when they were older, so it never struck me as odd that they always seemed to have some distance between them. Although from time to time I could see how sad Uncle Bryan was. I just assumed that was because his home life wasn’t the happiest.”
“Does he ever see his stepchildren?”
“No.” I didn’t bother asking how he knew about my uncle’s private life. “To the best of my knowledge, they both made it very clear they didn’t want him in their lives.”
“Their loss.”
“Yes. He would have been an excellent father if they and their mother would have given him half a chance.”
He came to me and slung a
