I looked off into the distance and said, "Brad I have something to tell you. I'm pregnant and Tim's not the father, you are."
He took a deep breath and squeezed me tighter.
I said, "I was able to convince him that it's his. I told him that maybe a rubber broke or something leaked out."
I turned toward him and looked him in the eyes. I said, "Brad I love you. You are the love of my life. I couldn't continue if I thought we couldn't be together."
He took me by the shoulders and said, "Sue I feel the same way. I love you. I need you. I couldn't live without you. We will find a way to be together, I promise."
He hugged me close and as far as anyone knew that saw us it was a brother hugging his sister at the family party.
As the weeks and months went by we continued to meet both online and in person every chance we got. He made love to me with that big cock until I was too far in my pregnancy. I gave birth to a baby boy and insisted on naming him Bradley after his uncle. Some of my family jokingly started calling him Brad Jr. Little did they know they were right.
We continued our affair. Brad would come over to our house more often. He loved the boys and would take them out. A couple of years later fate stepped in and redirected our lives. I was pregnant again. Tim had chosen to have his vasectomy right after little Brad was born. There was no way I could talk my way out of this one.
Our marriage was unfulfilling and pointless, and we both knew it. When I told him I was pregnant I said I had met a guy in an online chatroom and had a one night stand. That was partially true except it was many nights and it was my brother. He asked for a divorce and I agreed.
After I had the baby he moved out. I got the house and the kids. Of course to make ends meet I was going to need some help. Uncle Brad moved in to help with the bills and stuff around the house. Of course he would also stuff his huge cock in me, his sister, every chance he got.
Our family accepted our living situation, never suspecting a thing. I am really surprised that nobody caught on because the two younger boys looked exactly like Brad. I truly believe fate brought us together as lovers. Is it wrong? How could it be when it feels so right?