My brother and I live together like a married couple. All our friends have no idea we're siblings. We're young professionals and could be anyone's neighbor. We don't fit the idea of incestuous rednecks.

We were always close because of issues with our parents, who were not very good parents. In college we rented an apartment together and dated other people until my brother confessed that he was in love with me.

At first I was horrified and disgusted, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I admitted that I had feelings for him too, but we didn't act on it until maybe a full year later.

We were both trying to get over it, still dating other people. I was going out with one of his friends and he was very jealous. He began questioning me about my relationship and I admitted to him, among other things, that I was a virgin. That stuck in his head and he became obsessed with the idea of being my first.

I ended up breaking up with his friend, and that's when he began to get very "friendly". I knew where it was going and could have stopped it, but I didn't. Then on my birthday he told me that he wanted to make love to me, and I agreed.

The first time was hard, because I was scared. I knew what we were doing was incest. But he was so sweet and loving and it felt so good. I ended up letting him cum inside me and had to go the next morning for the "morning after pill."

I was ashamed and still a bit scared, but it was confusing because I wanted him too. We had sex again that night and after that, we were like a couple and have been ever since.