Brandon
“Where did you go?” Johnny asked.
“Hi, boys. I had lunch with our new neighbor, she’s amazing,” my mom said, looking between the three of us.
Amy is not my biological mom. She’s my aunt and also my uncle’s wife. The thing is, my family had a period of incestuous marriages up until my parents, so it’s kind of weird to understand the dynamics.
The first incestuous pair was my great-great-great grandparents, who were twins that discovered they were mated to each other. No one knew if it was an accident or fate or whatever, but then it happened again and again, although it became more of chosen mates than fated ones.
So Amy and my uncle were related, but they were also married and they had Johnny. Johnny’s dad’s brother was my dad, and my dad fell in love with his first cousin—my
