Why I married my 13 year old sister Meagan.

I was 18 at the time. My sister was having stomach problems for a while and after going from doctor to doctor it was found that she had pancreatic cancer. It's one of the worst cancers to have since it is usually diagnosed as it was in my sister's case after it is too late to do anything. My sister had 6 months to 6 years to live. She had a 25% chance of living 6 months and a 5% chance she'd live another 6 years.

Most people would go into denial or go around ignoring what was happening. Meagan accepted what was happening and took life by the horns. She said she wanted to live what little life she had left to the fullest instead of spending time in clinics looking for a miracle cure. Don't get me wrong, there were times when she was do depressed that she just wanted to give up, but then she'd bounce back and tell us we were going camping or to the zoo, or to a million other things she wanted to do. I quit my job to be with my sister full time. Mom and Dad both worked but they spent every minute of every night and weekend with her.

Meagan was never hungry and I spoon fed her just so she would eat. Nothing tasted good to her anymore. It was probably the pain meds she was on. She was losing weight and I was trying to help her keep some on. She knew that she wasn't as pretty as she used to be and often she would say that it wasn't fair that she wasn't going to grow up and date boys and make out, and get married.

I would hug her so hard that I thought she would break. She told me she'd be happy if she had a boyfriend just like me. I told her one Friday that we were going out on a real date and no one had to know that we were really brother and sister. We went dancing until she couldn't stand up anymore and when we went home I kissed her at the front door and asked her if she wanted to go out again. She said YES and wrapped her arms around me and wanted a real kiss. We went inside and laid on the sofa together and I made out with her. I think it was the first time she ever made out with anyone.

As time went by we got even closer. We got to the point where we were finishing each others sentences and knew what the other was thinking. When she fell into her depressed moods she would sleep in my bed with me and cuddle up for comfort. One night she started kissing me and didn't want to stop. I pulled her pajamas off her and kissed her all over. She said "You can if you want to." and we made love that night.

When we woke up before sunrise the next morning. She wanted to do it again and I did. She asked me if she wasn't my sister would I marry her. I said yes. She pulled me out of bed and we were both knelling in prayer on the floor. My sister pulled one of my t-shirts on her head like a scarf and she held my hand asking God to marry us and keep us together, until death parts us. I almost started crying, she was crying. We got back in bed together and made love again. After that night we always slept together in my room.

My parents knew something was going on but they never said anything. All that mattered was that my sister's mood improved and her depression didn't last as long or fell as deep as it did before. As far as my sister was concerned we were married, and we were dating, and we were making out. All the things she didn't want to miss.

My sister died two years later. My parents both died recently. Since I'm the only one left I thought I could finally tell my story.