Incest Confession: Yes, we both have our own families. Our own kids. Our soul-mates. I know I shouldn’t have fallen back into bed with my brother, but old habits die hard. For old times sake we went bareback. God it was incredible how well I remember the shape of his cock as the tip rubbed against my cervix. The way it thickened even more when he was getting ready to cum. My husband has no idea that our two kids aren’t his. They are the product of passionate, lust-filled incestuous love making. When I wrapped my legs around my brother’s waist this time, I was trying to guarantee my darling children would soon be joined by another. I am addicted to carrying his children. The taboo of knowing… It’s so erotic.