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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Male / 22
I met my wife in high school. We were instantly attracted to each other. I was a freshman and she was a junior. I was 14 she was 17. She was an amazing beauty and a really nice girl and we just hit it off. We ignored a lot of our school mates that said that a Junior girl shouldn't be dating a freshman boy who was that much younger than she was. We had a lot of things in common. We had very similar looks. Both of us are blonds with blue eyes. Both of us have pointy ears (no not like an elf or a Vulcan just a slight point like a lot of people have) We even both have similar freckles. We even have a similar odd birthmark on the base of our necks. We were also both adopted. We were also both searching for our birth parents and not having a lot of luck.
A few weeks after we started dating one of her girlfriends thought it might be entertaining to do me up like a girl, hair, make-up and clothes. So she, my future wife and another girl sat me down at my future wife's vanity and went to town. An hour later they were gasping and acting shocked. They had me and my future wife stand at a mirror and the other two kept saying how we looked like twin sisters. Having long hair already helped a bit with the effect but they were right, we looked like twin sisters. It was eerie. After that all three frequently referred to me as Brittany's baby sister, Brittany being my then future wife.
So after high school Brittany went to college and became a nurse and I went to school for two years and became a paralegal. We got married the moment I got my two year degree and now have a beautiful one year old daughter.
None of this would be especially interesting I suppose except what we discovered about ourselves mid way through my wife's pregnancy. As I said before, we both were searching for our birth parents and with little luck. Since we both wanted to know about our backgrounds and were not getting much luck with a search for our respective parents we both decided to take a DNA test, the kind that tells what your nationality is. They offered a discount for married couples so we sent our samples in together that way and saved $20. A few weeks later we got a letter back informing us that we were ineligible for the discount since we obviously were not a married couple and we needed to remit the $20 balance to get the results. There was a tole free number to call if we had questions so I called and insisted that indeed my wife and I were married and the person at the other end said that was impossible and I asked why and she said "because you are brother and sister!"
When my wife got home from work I told her what they said and she was as shocked as I was but then we both agreed that it made a lot of sense. We immediately went to our bedroom and stripped naked and stood in front of our full length mirror and stared at each other intently and finally we realized why we had so many similarities. In any case, rather than argue with the woman over the phone I gave her my credit information to pay the difference and told her to send the results immediately. A few weeks later we got the results back and they did indeed confirm. Naturally we were concerned about the baby she was carrying but our doctor said that usually i****t did not automatically mean a deformed baby but rather it took several generations of inbreeding for serious problems to develop.
From then on our lovemaking took on a new dimension. We agreed that since we were already married and she was already pregnant and we didn't believe in abortion and we were still in love and there was no actual evidence of our i****t other than the DNA test which was confidential, nobody would ever find out so we decided not to change other than the fact that i****t added a kinky side to our relationship. In fact that night we fucked like bunnies while calling each other "bro" and "sis." I know, I said that in high school we frequently joked about me being her younger "sister." But neither one of us really thought we were blood related. It was nothing but a joke to us.
Then the other shoe dropped.
Brittany's mother, who had adopted her when Brittany was three, disclosed that she in fact knew Brittany's mother. Here is the mother of the bride who attended our wedding as such, knowing full well that her daughter and son in law were both in a desperate search to find their birth parents and she knew our natural mother. What's more, she was still alive and lived nearby. Now she didn't know the couple who adopted me. What she knew was that the girl she knew, who was thirteen when my wife was born and sixteen when I was born gave up both of us to adoption a few weeks after I was born was unable to take care of both of us. Again, Brittany's adoptive parents still didn't know I was Brittany's biological brother. They still don't know. So her mom told me our biological mother's name and told us where she last heard about where she lived. From that and some searching on the internet we tracked down where she moved to which was about five miles away in the same county. We weren't certain how she would react so we didn't contact her at first but then Brittany's adoptive mom offered to act as a go between.
A week later she informed us (still not knowing that her adopted daughter married her biological brother) that she contacted Brittany's birth mom for us and that she indeed was willing to meet with Brittany. I went along for "moral support." So Brittany and I drove to a public park to meet her there. She took one look at us and hugged us both. She then asked how Brittany found me. She knew I was her son at one look. Then there was a look of confusion on her face. "I thought you said you were bringing your husband with you." My sister said "I did. Mike and I got marred and now have a daughter and both before we knew he was my biological brother." Hannah, our birth mother, turned white as a ghost. She began to cry. We tried to console her in a group hug but then she told us that she had something very important to tell us.
Still in tears she confessed to us the real reason she gave us up for adoption. She pulled our birth certificates out of her purse. We read them and the part about the father was left blank. "Mike, Brittany, your father, is my older brother. I was sixteen and our parents found out that my brother and I had been having sex since I was 10 and he was 12. We were in love then and still are in love now but now we are more careful so you two are our only children. But our parents forced me to give you both up for adoption.
So now you know. Our daughter is the product of two generations of sibling inbreeding and we didn't know this until right after our daughter was born.
And you, our biological parents, we met our father a few days later, and each other are the only one's in the world that know that my wife and I, both the product of i****t, also have an i****t baby. Oh, and our doctor knows as well, and he informs us that my sister/wife and I are perfectly healthy, have no known hereditary diseases or medical conditions and our daughter is perfectly healthy. So... We have talked about it and decided we want more kids.
A few weeks after we started dating one of her girlfriends thought it might be entertaining to do me up like a girl, hair, make-up and clothes. So she, my future wife and another girl sat me down at my future wife's vanity and went to town. An hour later they were gasping and acting shocked. They had me and my future wife stand at a mirror and the other two kept saying how we looked like twin sisters. Having long hair already helped a bit with the effect but they were right, we looked like twin sisters. It was eerie. After that all three frequently referred to me as Brittany's baby sister, Brittany being my then future wife.
So after high school Brittany went to college and became a nurse and I went to school for two years and became a paralegal. We got married the moment I got my two year degree and now have a beautiful one year old daughter.
None of this would be especially interesting I suppose except what we discovered about ourselves mid way through my wife's pregnancy. As I said before, we both were searching for our birth parents and with little luck. Since we both wanted to know about our backgrounds and were not getting much luck with a search for our respective parents we both decided to take a DNA test, the kind that tells what your nationality is. They offered a discount for married couples so we sent our samples in together that way and saved $20. A few weeks later we got a letter back informing us that we were ineligible for the discount since we obviously were not a married couple and we needed to remit the $20 balance to get the results. There was a tole free number to call if we had questions so I called and insisted that indeed my wife and I were married and the person at the other end said that was impossible and I asked why and she said "because you are brother and sister!"
When my wife got home from work I told her what they said and she was as shocked as I was but then we both agreed that it made a lot of sense. We immediately went to our bedroom and stripped naked and stood in front of our full length mirror and stared at each other intently and finally we realized why we had so many similarities. In any case, rather than argue with the woman over the phone I gave her my credit information to pay the difference and told her to send the results immediately. A few weeks later we got the results back and they did indeed confirm. Naturally we were concerned about the baby she was carrying but our doctor said that usually i****t did not automatically mean a deformed baby but rather it took several generations of inbreeding for serious problems to develop.
From then on our lovemaking took on a new dimension. We agreed that since we were already married and she was already pregnant and we didn't believe in abortion and we were still in love and there was no actual evidence of our i****t other than the DNA test which was confidential, nobody would ever find out so we decided not to change other than the fact that i****t added a kinky side to our relationship. In fact that night we fucked like bunnies while calling each other "bro" and "sis." I know, I said that in high school we frequently joked about me being her younger "sister." But neither one of us really thought we were blood related. It was nothing but a joke to us.
Then the other shoe dropped.
Brittany's mother, who had adopted her when Brittany was three, disclosed that she in fact knew Brittany's mother. Here is the mother of the bride who attended our wedding as such, knowing full well that her daughter and son in law were both in a desperate search to find their birth parents and she knew our natural mother. What's more, she was still alive and lived nearby. Now she didn't know the couple who adopted me. What she knew was that the girl she knew, who was thirteen when my wife was born and sixteen when I was born gave up both of us to adoption a few weeks after I was born was unable to take care of both of us. Again, Brittany's adoptive parents still didn't know I was Brittany's biological brother. They still don't know. So her mom told me our biological mother's name and told us where she last heard about where she lived. From that and some searching on the internet we tracked down where she moved to which was about five miles away in the same county. We weren't certain how she would react so we didn't contact her at first but then Brittany's adoptive mom offered to act as a go between.
A week later she informed us (still not knowing that her adopted daughter married her biological brother) that she contacted Brittany's birth mom for us and that she indeed was willing to meet with Brittany. I went along for "moral support." So Brittany and I drove to a public park to meet her there. She took one look at us and hugged us both. She then asked how Brittany found me. She knew I was her son at one look. Then there was a look of confusion on her face. "I thought you said you were bringing your husband with you." My sister said "I did. Mike and I got marred and now have a daughter and both before we knew he was my biological brother." Hannah, our birth mother, turned white as a ghost. She began to cry. We tried to console her in a group hug but then she told us that she had something very important to tell us.
Still in tears she confessed to us the real reason she gave us up for adoption. She pulled our birth certificates out of her purse. We read them and the part about the father was left blank. "Mike, Brittany, your father, is my older brother. I was sixteen and our parents found out that my brother and I had been having sex since I was 10 and he was 12. We were in love then and still are in love now but now we are more careful so you two are our only children. But our parents forced me to give you both up for adoption.
So now you know. Our daughter is the product of two generations of sibling inbreeding and we didn't know this until right after our daughter was born.
And you, our biological parents, we met our father a few days later, and each other are the only one's in the world that know that my wife and I, both the product of i****t, also have an i****t baby. Oh, and our doctor knows as well, and he informs us that my sister/wife and I are perfectly healthy, have no known hereditary diseases or medical conditions and our daughter is perfectly healthy. So... We have talked about it and decided we want more kids.
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