My grandpa stokes my hair as I pee, and his hand moves down and pushes my jumper up – roughly squeezing my puffy tiny titties: eliciting another sob from me. All I can hear is the sounds that I am so used to – the unique sounds of fingering, my uncle and Mum, which Grandpa now echoes with me and the gagging sound as my father pushes his peepee into mum’s mouth
