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I'm fulfilled
At the age of 40, I can happily say I have everything I'd ever want in my life. Yet it is because of a secret most people don't know and wouldn't understand.
I'm in a polygamous "marriage" with the two men of my life. The first one is my "real", official husband, a loving man slightly older than me. My second "husband" is my little brother.
Only my closes friend knows this, but my brother and I had a very strong bond. We're only one year apart, so we got along pretty well and went everywhere together. I suppose that from very early on , we became incapable of conceiving a life apart from each other. I remember we used to say we loved each other more than anything else in the world since we were little. I guess we really meant it: those feelings developed into sexual love by our teens. Yes, we lost our virginities to each other.
Our feelings only intensified as we got older, but we also became realistic: we wouldn't be able to really be together. By the time we were full adults, we decided to go our separate ways. Perhaps we would meet up every once in a while and make love, but we knew we woud never be *together*. Each went on to have a series of sometimes ok, sometimes unfulfilling relationships. Until I met my husband.
Over time, I really fell in love with him. I trusted him like I only trusted my brother. He's the kind of human being that seemingly has endless love and understanding to give to the world. After a few years of dating him, I made the decision to stop the sexual side of my relationship to my brother. I could't allow myself to be unfaithful to him.
About a year into our relationship, he made an unexpected confession to me, something he had never told anyone else. He had lost her younger sister a few years before meeting me. He said he feared I'd judge him, because he had a very intense relationship with her, and he had only loved me as much as loved her. Their relationship was also sexual. She was pregnant with their baby when she died in a car crash.
It was then that I confessed the reason I would never judge him. And he was very welcoming of the idea. He said he'd like me to be happy and be with whomever I pleased. I chose both of them. Both agreed.
I married my husband shortly after and, under the guise of financial problems, my brother moved in with us, in his own room. I'm a wife to them both. I'm a slut to them both. And I'm a mother to my husband's beautiful boy. I'm currently expecting a second baby, a little girl... my brother's daughter. And we're all as happy and fulfilled as can be.
I've been having sex with my hot older sister for many years, including during my marriage. She saw herself similar, as my real partner, the one who she took care of and gave her the most satisfaction, especially since my ex-wife didn't. Any meals not cooked by me were done by my older sister, and frozen. Family events or gatherings had hot older sister and myself sitting and being together much more than with the ex-wife, and, since the ex-wife wasn't into sex (saw it as mechanical and let's get this over with), my main, active, do anything sexual partner was my hot older sister.
That's wonderful. My younger brother and I first had sex when I was 16 and he was 14. I took his virginity, from that point on we fucked daily. I'm now 36 and married, my brother lives with us in the apartment in the basement. Every day as soon as my husband leaves for work, my brother in bed with me and we make love till he has to leave for work. Sometimes I feel that I'm more in love with my brother then my husband. I do know that at least one on my children is my brothers. Plus theres a good possibly both children are.