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My Family
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Straight Female / 38
The "other" Family
I not-so-recently learned my mother and I were my father's "other" family. Coincidentally, I unknowingly banged my nephew (I'll call him C) for six months before finding out the truth. This happened a while ago, but for obvious reasons I haven't discussed it with anyone openly.
I had recently come out of a long relationship and got into Tinder. I liked slightly younger men, so I swiped right on guys under 30 at the time. I really hit it off with a guy that was 28 back then. We shared a last name, but I didn't think much of it, because it's a very common last name. No time to think about it anyway, because the chemistry was insane. We were both just looking to fool around, no strings attached, so we fucked like animals over the weekend of our first date and stayed in touch. We were just too good together, so we kept it up, open and casual, for six months.
One day, I cancelled on him because my father died. He said he'd like to be there to console me, but turned out his grandfather had died too. So we didn't expect to meet that day, except we ran into each other at the same funeral home. We greeted each other a little coldly, given the circumstances, but it was strange when we said goodbye and headed in the same direction, all the time. Turns out my father's lawyer had called both widows, he'd just forgotten to tell them to come in at different times or something. Maybe he just wanted to see the world burn, who knows.
As expected, hell broke loose at the funeral home, my mom and the other widow almost fought it out right there, and I myself was too confused to do anything. It actually took a little bit for me to realized I had been fucking my nephew. I needed some time to let it sink in that my father had another family, and I think C understood, because he didn't contact me. The families didn't leave on friendly terms, so he eventually tried and reached out. I agreed to see him.
He said he had no idea about my father being his grandfather, and had no clue about our relationship. That being said, he told me he would back out and never see me again if I wanted to, but he declared he had really, really, REALLY enjoyed our time together and would like to keep going. We didn't do anything wrong, at least not intentionally, and the sex was just too good to let it go like that. I agreed with him. I've had many lovers, even after meeting C, and we're just incredible together. Maybe the "taboo factor" just makes things way more exciting between us, but whatever it is, I just can't ignore it.
That happened over two years ago, and not only are we still together, we've also gone exclusive. We can't come out with anything formal for obvious reasons, but he's moved in secretly with me. He still has his own place to keep appearances, but he lives with me now in an appartment my father left me. Only problem is his family is trying to take it away from me, and they sometimes harass me. So far, they have never seen C come out of the appartment, let's just hope it doesn't happen.
I had recently come out of a long relationship and got into Tinder. I liked slightly younger men, so I swiped right on guys under 30 at the time. I really hit it off with a guy that was 28 back then. We shared a last name, but I didn't think much of it, because it's a very common last name. No time to think about it anyway, because the chemistry was insane. We were both just looking to fool around, no strings attached, so we fucked like animals over the weekend of our first date and stayed in touch. We were just too good together, so we kept it up, open and casual, for six months.
One day, I cancelled on him because my father died. He said he'd like to be there to console me, but turned out his grandfather had died too. So we didn't expect to meet that day, except we ran into each other at the same funeral home. We greeted each other a little coldly, given the circumstances, but it was strange when we said goodbye and headed in the same direction, all the time. Turns out my father's lawyer had called both widows, he'd just forgotten to tell them to come in at different times or something. Maybe he just wanted to see the world burn, who knows.
As expected, hell broke loose at the funeral home, my mom and the other widow almost fought it out right there, and I myself was too confused to do anything. It actually took a little bit for me to realized I had been fucking my nephew. I needed some time to let it sink in that my father had another family, and I think C understood, because he didn't contact me. The families didn't leave on friendly terms, so he eventually tried and reached out. I agreed to see him.
He said he had no idea about my father being his grandfather, and had no clue about our relationship. That being said, he told me he would back out and never see me again if I wanted to, but he declared he had really, really, REALLY enjoyed our time together and would like to keep going. We didn't do anything wrong, at least not intentionally, and the sex was just too good to let it go like that. I agreed with him. I've had many lovers, even after meeting C, and we're just incredible together. Maybe the "taboo factor" just makes things way more exciting between us, but whatever it is, I just can't ignore it.
That happened over two years ago, and not only are we still together, we've also gone exclusive. We can't come out with anything formal for obvious reasons, but he's moved in secretly with me. He still has his own place to keep appearances, but he lives with me now in an appartment my father left me. Only problem is his family is trying to take it away from me, and they sometimes harass me. So far, they have never seen C come out of the appartment, let's just hope it doesn't happen.
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