Playing fire

At my age of 17 I admit it, I played with fire. A flame, and that day was never the last. I kept playing with it, every night and every time I need it. And guess what?
I played fire with my stepbrother. Mason, My brother with my step dad. My mother's 3rd husband. We dont run the same blood, but we sleep the same bed, live in a same roof. And make love for the same needs.