Later, when they awoke and came into the kitchen where I was distractingly concocting dinner, I watched their little touches, my son’s resting his head on her shoulder, and the sweet kiss my daughter placed on his forehead. For this I was going to scream? If I forced them into shame they would likely either grow to mistrust me, or worse, each other. While I didn’t want to do anything that would risk what they seemed to have found with each other, I did worry about unintended consequences; pregnancy among them. It was time for a talk with my daughter about birth control, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
My sense of urgency was spiked on another day soon after, when I happened upon the two of them in bed. They didn’t know I was home, and I silently went searching for them. They were in my daughter’s room, naked again, but this time with my daughter impaled on my son’s cock in her ass as she sat on top. They were just catching their breath and quietly speaking — clearly they had both just come. I think my jaw just about hit the floor, but I still wanted to observe a little more before deciding to run into the room screaming at them.
My daughter was smiling down and asked my son, “Now am I your girlfriend?”
Then I heard my son’s reply, and it left me breathless, “No my beautiful little sister. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re my wife, now and forever.”
I watched, breathless, as my daughter lay down over her brother, and sighed, “Yes.”
I backed away, shaken; not so much with horror, but with some fear about what I was witnessing. They looked so happy and peace with one another – I didn’t want to destroy what they had, but wasn’t sure if I could condone their behavior. All I did know was that birth control was now urgent.
A little later, my daughter came into the kitchen where I was once again attempting to cook while distracted by the memory of her with her brother’s cock in her ass. I pulled her into me, and kissed her hair and noticed the faint smell of cum and sex on her.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Because you’re beautiful, and I love you,” I offered.
Then I said, “You’re becoming a woman now, and it’s time to start thinking about your future.”
Her eyes rolled and she burst into a big smile and said, “I already know my future.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
She mischievously smiled and said, “I can’t tell you. You’ll know when it’s time.”
“Can I share a secret with you?” I asked her.
She looked at me with a touch of suspicion before asking, “What sort of secret?”
Nervously, and so as not to scare or anger her, carefully considering my words, I replied, “You’re in love, and I’m so happy for you.”
She blinked a few times — clearly stricken, so I pulled her into me again, and held her.
“You don’t understand,” I told her. “You really do seem so content and happy.”
“I am, mommy,” she said, “but I’m also a little afraid.”
“Of what, baby?” I asked.
“Maybe I won’t be able to marry the boy I love,” she said.
“Because he’s your brother?” I asked.
She froze in my arms, and tensed up. The color dropped from her face.