On my 11th birthday my brother and I became lovers. He was almost 18. Our abusive father had died a few months before. Our mother who had always been a drunk became a drug addict as well. We were both fed up with her verbal and psychological abuse so after my brother saved up enough from his full time job, which I might add did not interfere with his very good grades in high school, we moved out and got our own place. That was a few weeks before I turned 11. Among some very nice other gifts including some nice jewelry, my brother gave me some very sexy lingerie to wear. I knew it was because he wanted me to feel more grown up and sexy and I wanted to as well. I think he knew I'd been hinting I'd wanted to fuck him for the longest time. Think an 11 year old girl doesn't want to fuck her wonderful big brother? Think again. So after taking me out to dinner and a movie and presenting me with a birthday card he made that included a poem he wrote about what he liked about me and after giving me a huge bouquet of flowers. I put on a naked fashion show for him trying on the lingerie in front of him and then climbed into bed with him, ripped off his clothes and demanded he do very bad things to me with his cock. I sucked it, he licked me. We kissed and then, after begging, screaming, demanding, crying and more demanding, finally he relented and rammed that beautiful thin all the way into the center of my being and in so doing gave me my very first orgasm. My only thoughts as I was detonating in excruciating ecstasy were that physical pleasure and hoping he was making me pregnant. I could almost feel the milk spraying from my tits or what would eventually become my tits.

After we recovered from thrusting our virginity at each other I told him I loved him and he said the same back to me and then we each corrected ourselves and said we were in love with each other. That is when I confessed to my big brother that I had wanted to be his wife since I was three. He said he had first thought about wanting me as his wife when I was two and our mother decided it was his responsibility to potty train me and to change my diapers until he succeeded. He said that first time he rubbed his nose on my pussy and inhaled deeply and fell in lust with me but within a year had also fell in love with me and so he waited patiently until I was old enough to feel the same way. He just didn't know that I had fallen completely in love with him before I was fully potty trained.

I am now 23 and he is now 30. We discovered through research on the internet that Rhode Island has no laws prohibiting i****t so we moved there when I was 12. By then he had obtained custody of me. That was easy to do since he had a full time job, a part time business, had graduated from high school third in his class and was planning to attend college while keeping both the job and business and raise me. It was also easy to accomplish since our Dad was dead and our mom was starting to rack up an impressive rap sheet of prostitution and drug charges. The judge declared it was a miracle that my brother had turned out so well under the circumstance and said he would be the best person to take care of me. The moment the one year probationary period was over we moved to Rhode Island.

Today we have three children together and live as husband and wife. Ge graduated from college and got his business degree and owns and runs a business. I work for him. We home school our kids, a boy and two girls because we don't want the influenced by negative outside influences and we don't want them to tell the world what we all do together as a family.