From Fighting With Brother To Fucking Him. Incest Saved Our Family!

My adult daughter (19) and adult son (20) were in that awkward space, almost grown up but not quite. They are living at home while attending community college, in hopes of transferring to 4-year universities.

Like many brothers and sisters, they fought all the time. Eavesdropping. Invading each other's rooms. Snide remarks at the dinner table. Teasing. Monopolizing resources, from the second car to the living room TV to the backyard pool.

My wife and I were at wit's end. We'd had to play referee too many times. Our family was in crisis.

It all changed when I read online about an ¡ncestuous family. I'd never considered such a thing. After all, we're told it's dirty and bad, even though it happened all the time in the Bible. I discussed it with my wife and she was also skeptical. Nevertheless, we couldn't argue with that family's results. Their videos and blog posts showed real peace, happiness and harmony. The adult son and adult daughter were a couple, and the mother occasionally spent time alone with the adult son, while the father got with the adult daughter.

Of course we'd never influence our own adult children, but we wanted to suggest the idea to them in a way that wouldn't freak them out but would encourage them to consider it. None of the other solutions...not even family therapy and an expensive retreat...had brought them peace in their sibling relationship.

So we arranged a VC Andrews movie day! All the films happened to be free on Lifetime. 1ncest at every turn. A little dark at times, but the good people turned out fine.

About a week later, we were all in the living room, watching TV after dinner.

My son got up, yawned, stretched, and announced he was going up to his room to do homework.

My daughter made a similar announcement about 10 minutes later.

My wife and I snuggled on the sofa.

Soon we heard noises coming from the direction of my son's bedroom. Bedsprings squeaking and a woman's muffled cries. Had our suggestion worked?

My adult son came down in just boxers, all sweaty, hair disheveled. He took two bottles of cold water from the fridge.

We heard more noises, and the shower running in the both bathrooms.

Our adult son and daughter rejoined us in the living room. She was going to sit in an armchair, but he motioned her to the loveseat. He put his arm around her.

My wife asked, gingerly, "Are you..." They interrupted her with their giggling. My adult son answered, "Yes we are. You were right. We were fighting to get your attention, when all we wanted was each other."

My wife and I were overjoyed. I broke out a bottle of champagne for us all to share.

My daughter declined, and asked for sparkling apple juice instead. "It's way too early to tell, but we know mom is eager to be a grandmother, so..." That's my adult son, never wasting time and always working hard. That's my adult daughter, always being responsible and diligent.