Having My Cousin's Babies,

Following a death in my family I was at the reception at my aunt's house for close friends and family. I had flown in, I was a college junior, and had not let anyone in my family know that I was an active lesbian. I was still understanding my behavior.

I joined some cousins and we went to dinner. Among the group was my older cousin Tom. Tom pushed himself on me, and succeeded. I returned to college to finish the semester. It really didn't cross my mind I could be pregnant, I had a wrong idea about the days of fertility and the number of days sperm remained viable. The pregnancy caught me by surprise.

I hid it from him, until I was unable to live with myself. He had become engaged and it bothered me. I called him and let him know. I had no desire or interest in his participation in raising the child. My family didn't need his financial support, nice but not necessary. Bringing a baby home was enough, babies were always welcome and marriage under these circumstances was secondary.

But Tom wanted to be involved. And his bride would save herself for a few years if his baby was adopted by them. At no point was animosity present. Facts of life, what was best for the baby. I would return to finish my education. And my lesbian behavior could remain a guarded secret.

It was to Tom's wife that I slipped and told her. She kept my secret even after graduation. I took a job in Atlanta, and moved in with a girl I met in college. Although we were friends, we became lovers instead.

After three years Tom came to me, told me his wife wanted another child. So? She preferred if I made the babes. Her law practice was taking off.

I told Tom, go ahead.