How would we know? SeXStoRY

I met my husband when I was 17 years old. At the time he was dating someone else and their relationship had been horrible. He was constantly miserable and they were always fighting. After a few months they finally broke it off and that’s when he confessed his love to me. I had always been there for him and we became really close. Everyone thought we looked like b*****r and s****r but we didn’t care what other’s thought. We were in love. The time had come when we wanted to express our love each other 2 years later. It started simple enough with some kisses here and there and then finally when we were both naked I said: “Oh god baby. Give it to me. I want you to take me.” “Are you sure?” he whispered his cock pressed right where I needed him and he was still sweet enough to care even with how aroused he was. This is why I wanted to give myself to him. “Yes baby. Take me now. Please!” I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him with a burn and a desire I had never felt before. He thrusted into me hard and I cried out with the pain I knew would over ride my pleasure. When the pain subsided he slowly pushed and pulled his hard thick cock in and out of me. “Faster.” I pleaded with him. “Harder. Pound my pussy baby!!!” I screamed clawing at his back. “FUCK! You feel so fucking good baby. So wet and tight!” He pounded my pussy like a starved man needing wanting more. “Fuck me! Oh baby fuck me hard!” I felt my orgasm approaching fast. “I’m gonna cum!!!” He sped up the pace moaning groaning fucking my pussy. “Cum for me you dirty tease. Cum on my dick you naughty girl.” The dirty talked drove me the edge and and I gave myself over as I was torn apart. “I’m CUMMING!!!!!” I had never came so hard in my life. I heard him yell and I felt his warm sweet liquid burst into pushing me over the second time as my body shook uncontrollably. When we came back to ourselves he was d****d over me breathing heavy. “That’s so fucking amazing.” He pushed himself up and kissed me sweetly. I ran my hands down his back and over his tight sexy ass not minding one bit on how sweaty we both were. “I can’t wait to go again.” I giggled. We had extreme passionate sex for the next week never leaving the room except to rehydrate ourselves. As time went on everything was perfect… or so I thought. I went to my house and had dinner with my parents. They still hadn’t met my boyfriend, but tonight was the night I was going to introduce them. I knew they would like him because he was so amazing. Just as we went to the living room the doorbell rang and I raced to open the door. I brought my boyfriend into the living room and introduced them. They weren’t happy. I didn’t understand and my mother dragged me out of the room. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “You can’t date him.” “WHY?” “You just can’t.” “I need a reason why!” I was getting so upset. What was wrong with him that I couldn’t be with him. “He’s you’re…” She bit her lip as she looked at me. “He’s my what???” My mother sighed looking defeated. “Before you were born your father and I had been expecting a c***d. One that was our own. Your grandparents were furious and when the baby was born we put him up for adoption. It was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. The f****y that adopted him gave him a good home and they kept sending us pictures. Then we got pregnant with you. We were so happy and with my parents gone we got to raise you… sweetie. The man in the other room is your older b*****r.” My heart sank and my jaw dropped. My b*****r… I wondered if he knew. I felt the anger in me rise. “I see…” I said and walked out of the room grabbed my boyfriend… my b*****r and left the house. The car ride to his place was quiet. When we were in the bedroom he came up behind me and kissed my neck. “Baby what’s wrong?” He whispered. I quickly moved away from him. He looked hurt. Taking a deep breath I told him the story my mother had told me and when I was done he was speechless. “Did you know?” I asked feeling tears threatening to fall. “Of course not!” He got up and walked over to me reaching to touch me and dropped his hand. I thought about what we had did countless times. He saw my eyes drift over to the bed. “Do you regret it?” I heard the pain in his voice. He didn’t wait for my reply when he turned away from me. I thought about everything. About how we found out we were related. How we made love… made love? I thought to myself. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved this man. Walking up to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him. “I love you.” I whispered against his back. “What?” He turned to face me and I captured his lips against mine in a fierce passionate kiss. “I love you.” I told him again as I started to unbutton his shirt and pushed it off him. His breath held as he watched me strip for him and moved over to the bed. “Please. Make love to me.” I could see that look in his eyes. He was fighting with himself. His lust took over as he scanned my naked body and pushed his pants down showing me his fully erect 10in dick ready for my pussy. “I never thought I would fuck my s****r.” He said as he climbed up the bed over me. “Now that I have..” He placed his tip to my entrance and thrusted hard into me. I cried out in pleasure as I felt him growing inside me. “I only ever want to fuck my s****r.” With that said he pounded against me hard and fast. “Oh yes baby. FUCK ME!” “Take my cock you naughty slut!” he rammed against me moaning. “I love you.” He whispered over and over with each hard thrust. I held him close as I felt my pussy grabbing at him. We came together harder and more than I thought possible. When we were both spent we laid in each other’s arms. “Our parents will never accept this.” He whispered against my back as we spooned. “Let’s leave. Let’s make our own life together.” I turned in his arms and saw him smiling at me. We made love again and that night we left our home town never looking back. It’s been 2 years since we left and couldn’t be happier. We married and are now expecting twins. Life was perfect.