I Think My Kids Are Doing It.

I seriously hope that I am wrong about this, but there's too much suspicious things happening and I wouldn't be here writing this if I wasn't convinced something is seriously wrong. Let me explain the situation, then tell me what you think.

I'm a single mother of 2 kids. They are close in age and have always been great together. Being a working mother, am very busy, but I have their clothes sorted, meals made, and run a tidy household.

They're messy at times but help me when asked. I know they've both long lost their virginity. I have caught my daughter having sex a few times with boys. My son has actually told me about having sex with his girlfriend, maybe bragging, maybe to shock me. I'm not sure. He tells me everything even about smoking.

Too honest for his own good? Well maybe not! So, if you're not thick, you'll appreciate that I am highly suspicious my kids are doing what a brother and sister should never do. I'm thinking of quitting work to become more watchful of them, but we will be unable to stay with this home for long as I am already struggling with mortgage payments.

A little while ago my suspicions were raised after I found my daughters knickers in my sons bedding when I was washing. They looked like they'd been worn (not clean). At first I dismissed my freaking out about them doing stuff, thinking he had taken his,sisters underwear from the dirty clothes basket to be a little pervert and play with himself with them. I've heard this is sometimes a thing with young horny boys. It fitted the scene. So I relaxed a little. About 2 weeks later I saw what I was convinced was semen on her pants in the wash. It was a Saturday morning and she had been home without any visits from boys. My son was home with her. Now my mind was going crazy again, wondering if my kids were up to no good behind my back. Then she showed me her new bikini she had bought and he was in the room with me when she did. The looks he had for her, were full of young lust. I even pulled him up. STOP STARING AT YOUR SISTERS ASS! Was what I shouted at him. Then a couple more little clues kept telling me to pay closer attention. The fact they're suddenly closer than ever. Lots of time talking together then it's like a quick subject change when I walk in. Last night was the most highly suspicious ever. I could hear her clearly being quiet about doing something. She was in her room on her phone and talking quietly. Like she didn't want me to hear what she was saying. She was obviously being inappropriate on the phone with a boy. Two hours later she'd fallen asleep as it was late. She was sound asleep and snoring. I saw her phone on her drawers beside her, then grabbed it, knowing I know her unlock code. I took it into my room, then immediately unlocked it. Then I went to her call register to see who she was flirting with earlier and I saw her last call was 39 minutes at 9:17pm. It was an incoming call from "SMELLY" That's what she has her brothers number saved as.

Then I scrolled and noticed about 8 of 10 calls were from or to him. An occasional call with her bestie, and the odd one with myself, but far too many with her brother. Long calls too. I went to text messages to see what they've been saying to each other and there was no conversation. Meaning she'd deleted it all. All my messages and others were there, just none between her and her brother. At almost midnight I was about to scream. This was fast going from a suspicion to proof. I accidentally imagined them having sex for a second and began to shake so badly I had to sit on my bed. I focused on my breathing and decided I'm calling in sick in the morning. I think I will supervise them non-stop without making it obvious. Then the moment they mess up, I'll pounce. I feel like my brakes have failed at the top of a steep hill, and I need to find a way to survive the approaching impact.

Before I was a strong independent woman, I was beaten by their father, I'm as frightened now as I was the day I took off with me kids to finally escape him forever. I just want an explanation that doesn't involve my kids banging each other, but I feel that explanation doesn't exist.

My life is about to fall apart.