My Brother Is My Husband

We used to be so ashamed of our relationship. He would sneak into my room at night and we would explore. Soon he was making love to me. All the problems I'd had growing up vanished. I was on top of the world, so happy and full of energy, any morning after my brother had loved me the night before.

I had to hide my joy from our parents. It will silly, really, because my brother and I were in our early 20s when it started. Though we were still living at home, our parents should have given us more independence and freedom.

If I had seemed to excited and happy, they would have been on my case to know if I was dating a boy, and then they would have wanted to meet him, talk with his parents, and plan our wedding! Well, I guess that's another advantage of ¡ncest...your parents already know your lover, and your in-laws!

Somehow through those years, with my brother loving me nightly, I never got pregnant. I guess the pull-method really is as effective as Planned Parenthood's website says it is. My brother was pretty diligent, though. He never once came inside me, and he would always pull out in plenty of time. Plus, he is not a precummer, which I know from blowing him.

Anyway, once we had both finished college and landed good jobs, we were ready to leave the nest. Our parents thought it would be a great idea for my brother and I to share are large, 2-bedroom apartment at first.

When the door on that apartment closed, as our parents left after having helped us move, my brother and I could at last be a regular couple. There was no more hiding. No more pulling out. No more fear.

I was pregnant in no time. My brother was so supportive. He started the process to change his last name to something other than our parents' last name. When we were ready to marry, we went to the neighboring state, where no one knows us and there are no official records about us. Everyone was so nice, complimenting me on the baby bump, telling me how pretty I looked and how handsome my husband is.

We're back home and the baby's due in July. We obviously haven't told our parents about our wedding, and they think the father of our baby is a good-for-nothing guy I said I'd been dating, who panicked when he heard the words, I'm pregnant! It's ironic when they say how relieved they are, knowing my brother is here to support me.

Loving, then living with, then making a baby with, then marrying, my brother has been life-changing for me. I will always love you, my not-so-little bro!