She continued, “When I took his cock in my mouth, I wasn’t thinking about ‘blowjobs,’ or whatever ‘the boys’ call it. I thought his cock was beautiful, and I wanted to kiss it and feel him in my mouth. I didn’t know anything about ‘cum,’ or what it was, but when it happened, I just knew…I just knew he felt the same way he always made me feel.”
“It was the first time it happened for him in all of our time together. Later, when we talked about it, he told me that he was afraid to let it happen because he didn’t want to get me pregnant. And he told me that he would make it happen for himself, when I wasn’t around, because he didn’t want to scare me. Mom, he was so sweet to me. And once I knew what cum was, and that it was a sign that I could make him feel as good as he made me feel, I knew I wanted more…I just wanted more…of him, and his love.”
I was blown away. How could a twelve-year-old girl understand more about love and sex than any adult–myself included knew? God, how I envied her…and I envied my son as well.
“We’ve been together like this for a little over a year,” she said. “Please don’t make us stop. I love him, and he loves me, and we’re going to get married someday.”
“No, baby.” I said. “I’m not going to ‘make you stop,’ or do anything but be happy for you. I know you’re safe, and that’s all that matters to me. But I do insist we get you on birth control, so none of us have to worry about you becoming pregnant until you’re ready to raise children.”
“Are you gonna talk to him, too?” She asked.
“You know, sweetheart…no. I’m not going to talk to your brother about this. In fact, unless you ever need to talk to me again about your relationship with your brother, we never have to say anything more about it. You’re happy. You’re in love. You have a healthy, beautiful love with your brother…a love I always hoped I could find. And I hope that maybe someday you can be married, but I don’t think the laws will ever allow it. And I also hope that the two of you keep in mind that this is entirely private and between the two of you–not your friends, or anyone else. Not even me.”
“Ok, mommy,” she said.
And it was the last time we ever spoke, specifically, about her sexual relationship with her brother–even when she got her prescription for birth control pills.
But it wasn’t the last time my fingers would worm their way into my cunt while thinking about my daughter’s sweet ass being filled with her brother’s cum. Oh, I fantasized; did she suck his cock clean afterwards? Could she deep throat? Did my son suck his come out of her ass? My daughter already told me they would kiss after he ejaculated in her mouth. Did he like the taste of his cum? My daughter told me how he loved her anus. Did they kiss when he finished worshipping her asshole? Oh, the depraved, porn-addicted things I thought of while bringing myself off.
But every time I saw them together, I knew it wasn’t true. They weren’t acting out porn scenes. They just loved each other. And as they grew into their teens, and even into adulthood, it became more obvious–they were already a married couple…just a couple that never seemed to argue or fight.