Double Life Ch. 03

This is a story of fiction. All characters are over 18 plus. Please enjoy.

This is the final installment of this story.

Thank You.

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It's been 2 days since my brother left. When my father came home from his business trip, I was just glad the danger Nathan and I had tiptoed closer to, was now in the rear-view mirror. The shame and anxiety I've been saddled with has not let up. Living with this terrible secret is becoming unbearable. My brother knows about daddy and me. He knows my son isn't Phil's child. But my father and husband are also in the dark about my very, very vibrant fling with a 3rd person.

Every single day he stayed at my home, we had sex. The moment my husband and children left he was literally between my legs in some facet. Huffing and puffing above me, Nathan delighted in fucking me, his older sister. Whereas sometimes my father or my husband make love to me, Nathan wants rough, animalistic sex. Not the loving type of sex, but "He owns my pussy" kind of sex.

Every load he pumps into me, only furthers my anxiety even more. Yes, I'm on birth control, but anyone who understands science also understands how birth control can fail. It had once before with me, when I was 19.

In ways, its' calm in my home. My husband, my kids, and I, can be a family, with no outside influences present. Since he left, Nathan hasn't texted me, called me. Anything. That's his norm. When he "wants me" he texts me with simple directives. I'll tell him when my husband will be at work, or whatnot. I even have to tell him, now when I'll be with daddy, so he can decide to stay and listen, or leave the house for the while.

I hadn't even heard from my father since he arrived home until an hour ago, when I received a text. "Come to the house Friday at 6. Your brother won't be here. Wear your bridal attire for me."

With a simple, "Yes daddy," I would have to cancel dinner plans my husband and I had made with the kids that night. I do hate lying to my husband, but I also know my father hasn't had me since he left almost 2 weeks earlier.

With the revelation of his intentions, I moved to do what was requested. I went into my closet. Pulling out the box above, I did inventory. Veil. Check. Garter for my thigh. Check. Lace Arm length gloves. Check. Choker. Check. Seeing everything was in order, I sent daddy a return text asking him if he wanted lighter sun beige or darker suntan pantyhose on my legs.

"Suntan," he quickly responded. "And the white pumps you wore the day of your wedding."

Sending daddy a heart emoji, I immediately called my husband.

"Hey! Perfect timing," my husband announced, answering my call. "I just finished a meeting."

"Oh good. Hey, about dinner Friday," I started, feeling a lump form in my throat. "We'll need to postpone. My father said he needed to share something with me, over dinner. I'm in the dark as to what it possibly could entail, which concerns me."

Hearing a sigh on the other end, I could sense Phil's frustration. "Morgan, I know your father just got back from his business dealings, but can't this wait? We planned this night out 2 weeks ago."

Not wanting to suddenly drop on him that I'd be spending the night with daddy, I first had to soften the blow as I've always done when I need to make up excuses to be alone with him.

"Honey, you know how important my relationship with my father is. I haven't seen him in over 2 weeks. He isn't getting any younger." The hidden excitement I felt, needed to he quashed with reservation, so as to not draw suspicion. "I mean it's dinner. But it might be easier if you, or your mom, can watch the kids, as I'm unsure of what the conversation will entail." Ultimately relenting, Phil accepted my reasoning. Texting my father back, I let him know I'd cancelled with Phil.

Over the next couple days, life went like normal. No shenanigans, but a valiant effort at being a wife and mother. At night, my husband would be behind me, pumping away. Sadly, sex with him was, now, vanilla. No excitement, no passion. What began as me getting on all fours always ended up with me feeling a quick ejaculation.

After he'd empty his contents into me, I would. remind him why I married him. "You're so gentle, loving, kind," I'd say. "Thank you for loving me and the kids."

When he was finished, I'd cup my vagina, trying to hold inside the remnants of what he deposited. Sitting on toilet, I'd feel his seed fallout of me with a "PLOP!" The shame I dealt with always came to a head, knowing that the vows I had taken a few years earlier were shredded long before. Now, with 3 men involved, the balancing act I was trying to suffice, was slowly developing cracks.

Friday morning, though, everything would start coming down.

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"Have a good day," I said, waving at Phil and my kids. "Be good for daddy and grandma," I said to Kara and Kyle, blowing air kisses their direction. Watching the car pull out of the driveway, my thoughts immediately went to later tonight. Now Friday, the anticipation had built up.

Going back inside, I tried to immerse myself in everything but thinking about tonight. I cleaned the kitchen, did laundry, tidied up the kids rooms, etc. About 2, and after running a couple errands, I methodically went about reparing myself for tonight.

In my walk-in, hanging up, was my wedding dress. Taking the hanger, I brought it out, placing it gently on my bed. Next, I retrieved my veil, elbow length lace gloves, 4" white pumps, and the garter that Phil had removed from my thigh at our wedding. Talking to my father earlier, I'd told him that since Phil and the kids would most likely be home around 5:30, I'd just be at his house earlier. Replying in the affirmative, I continued what I was doing.

At 3:30, as I stood in front of my mirror, a weird sensation washed over me. A quick shiver down my spine, I returned my focus on the person looking back in me.

"Girl, he's going to wear you out," I said, to no one in particular. "At least Nathan won't be a burden. Primping up my hair, just how daddy likes it, I let out a sigh. Looking at the time I headed downstairs.

"Honey," I began typing to Phil, "I'm heading out now, I have a couple minor errands to run and figured I'll just head to my dad's house and wait for him there. Don't wait up ok? I love you."

Retrieving my keys, purse and my overnight bag I proceeded into the garage. After securing myself in the car, my phone buzzed. Looking at the screen, I saw Nathan's name appear.

"Hey little brother, what's up?" I answered, with reservation."

"Just haven't heard your moans, err voice, since we last saw each other," he remarked.

Ignoring his remark, we spoke for a few minutes, culminating with the fact he knew I was coming over tonight.

"Well actually, I'm heading over right now," I admitted. "Phil and the kids might possibly be home by then, unless my mother-in-law has them. But how I'm dressed... I couldn't explain it to away."

"So you're fuckin' dad tonight huh?" Nathan said, pointedly.

"Nathan we're having dinner ok," I added, but even I knew he wouldn't totally buy it.

"Yeah, well you both will be having a hidden guest since dad thinks I'm going to gone whole you two... have dinner."

"Nathan please," I tried stating only to be interrupted.

"Hush, Morgan," he shot. "When were you going to tell me you planned on coming over?

"Nathan, daddy and I planned this a few days ago. I wasn't ignoring you. You just hadn't called or texted me since you left. Besides, I do have my family here as well."

"Yet you'll be here getting your insides rearranged by me and dad, tonight," Nathan said.

Hearing this, I tried to rebut. "Nathan stop daddy and I are.." Hearing his laugh cutting me off, I knew where this was leading. "Nathan, please. You had more than enough of me recently ok?"

Clearly indifferent, he just simply responded by saying, "I'll be waiting in my bedroom. Get here quick enough and maybe I'll cum in you quickly and leave you two alone."

Ending the call, I knew this night was going to be rough. Backing my car out of the garage, I left.

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4:15 pm.

"Yes! Yes! Oh Na.. Nathan!," I moaned, looking up at the ceiling in his bedroom. Feeling his warm breath on my neck, I held onto him from underneath. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

Thrust after thrust, grunt after grunt and moan aftter moan, the headboard was beating a steady rhythm against the wall. Looking at my legs pointing up to the ceiling, I'll admit I was deep im the throes of our mating.

"Fuck your sister, baby," I'd whisper in his ear, all the while running my nails along his back. "Pound my pussy. Oh yes!"

In the mirror above his bed, I had a front row view of my brothers rotund, naked body incessantly bouncing off of my petite frame. "Fuck yes!" He'd bark through gritted teeth.

For 20 minutes, the only sounds that were heard was the squelching sounds of our bodily juices clashing together every propulsion into me. His balls were crashing against my ass as he gave me every single inch of his teenaged monster.

"Nathan! oh Nathan!"

Pushing himself up I could see the focus on his face. With a clear sheen along his forehead, I saw a man on a mission. Replacing my legs into a 'V' shaped position, he re-doubled his efforts. Speeding up his thrusting. the immediateness was apparent.

Soon my moans were constant. For the next 10 minutes, my moans never stopped. Intermingled with a few grunts here and there and our bed making their usual noisy appearances, it was just my brother and I.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I'd finally hear, culminating in our lower bodies being hermetically sealed together. Feeling wave after wave exploding against my cervix, the aura at that moment, was incredible. Abruptly, he released my legs, letting them fall to mattress. Pulling out, I quickly grabbed the towel as I didn't want any semen on my dress. As I held the towel against my pussy, the heavy breathing we were struggling with was there. As I made it to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, I was a mess. A couple minutes later, I heard the front door open, then shut downstairs.

"Nathan!" I cried, trying to keep the horror in my voice low. Not getting a response, I called his name again. Still, no response, I finished my business, removed the nylons I'd had on and tossed them in the trash. Assuming he was downstairs, I quickly put on a nrw pair of suntan pantyhose, refreshed my hair and makeup and went downstairs.

"Nathan?" I again spoke. Seeing a note on. the kitchen island, it was from Nathan.

"The old man gets sloppy seconds, Morgan," it read. "I got mine first. I'll be back later. Don't mind me while you're with him."

Just the curtness of his attitude and disgusting words I'd read, made my blood boil. Seeing it was now 5 pm, I quickly checked my phone. A text from my father, a missed call and text from my husband as well as a missed call from my mother-in-law, I decided to handle the latter two.

After talking with my husband and apologizing about not answering, I used the excuse of being in the middle of vaccuming before I left. He still thought I was at home, so my excuse passed. My mother-in-law, on the other hand just said that Phil was probably just going to keep the kids with her as he had to stay late at work. With any, and all, concerns allayed, I temporarily stepped out of my pumps, wiggled my nylon covered toes around, and went to the kitchen to have a cup of tea.

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At 5:55 I heard the garage opening. A quick flash of headlights briefly illuminated the living room. Quickly stepping back into my high heels, I made my way to the door leading into the garage. As the door opened, I had my right leg poking out of the slit from my dress. Seeing my father enter, my heart fluttered.

"Daddy," I softly said. "I've missed you, terribly." After putting his things down, I wrapped my around his neck and stood on my tiptoes in my heels to kiss him. After the kiss, I stepped back, allowing him to take in the view of the woman standing before him.

"My God, Morgan," he exclaimed. Ogling me up and down, I saw how easily I turn this man on. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you," was my response. Following that, I simply stated, "I'm guessing we win't be foing out to dinner right? You know, with me dressed like this and all." Twirling ever so slowly, I let him take in the woman he'd soon be fucking.

That lust-filled look on his face, seeing his married, 32-year old daughter wearing the bridal wear she'd worn for her wedding, still able to fit her.

"No. We definitely won't be going out to dinner, young lady," he joked.

"Well then," I seductively stated, "We have some family issues to deal with... No?" Helping undo his tie, I began to unbutton his shirt. "Well since you're a cheap date and won't take a girl out to dinner first, I guess we'll just have to work it out in bed." Taking his hand, I led him to his bedroom.

As we entered the bedroom, I just stood there. Watching a 55-year old man undressing, as his daughter stands next to his bed, was in a way, surreal. For over a decade, our incestuous relationship was part and parcel in our lives.

Meanwhile, I was lifting the hem of my wedding gown up over my legs, enough so that I could scooch my way up the bed. Releasing my grasp of my dress, I lay my head on the pillow, adjusting my veil to perfectly sit on my head. Reaching for the bottom of my dress again and moving it over my waist, the glossiness of my pantyhose shined brightly, in the dusk skies beginning to take its' place in the bedroom. Hearing my phone buzzing on the nightstand, I ignored it. Ar the current moment, the man undressing before me was my sole focus.

"I've missed you, Morgan," my father said. Standing beside the bed, his penis was just.. there. Awaiting to be awakened, I knew what was expected of me. Seeing the sight of my father, deep down, disgusted me. At 6'2 and 240 lbs., he is a very intimidating man. Quiet, reserved, but with me, demanding. Ever since we began our incestuous affair, I knew what was expected of me. After a few years, I accepted it. Not because I wanted this, rather, it was my norm.

Taking his length into my tiny hand, I began stroking it. Willing his soldier to stand at attention, I meticulously matriculated my hand back and forth.

"Wake him up baby," Daddy would say. "He hasn't fucked you in weeks." A few slow, methodical tugs, and the limp sausage in my hand started showing life. Running my tongue down the base, I prudently began to engulf his length, little by little, down my throat. Looking into my father's eyes, I bobbed my veiled head up and down a few times until he subtly pulled me off. "Every load will be going into your pussy, Morgan."

Straightening my veil, I placed my head, once again, on the pillow, I lifted my dress over my waist and pushed a hole in the gusset of the nylon. As the fabric gave way, my landing strip came into view.

"Is this what you want, Daddy?" The seductive tone in my voice, soft.

Deftly making his way onto the bed, he found himself between my legs. Taking hold of my legs, he placed them behind my head, the toes of my high heels on either side of my head. "I'm going to make sure you go home to your husband with a gait in your step, young lady."

As a wry smile, not quite reaching my eyes showed, I breathlessly interjected. "Do it then."

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"Unh! Oh yes! Unh! oh yes! Da.. ddy!"

now 8:20 pm and my father and I have been indulging ourselves. Starting with my legs behind my head, my father came in me quickly. Now, with my legs resting against his shoulders and the toe of my heels touching his face, my father was in a rhythm. Making up for being away on his business trip, the ambiance in the room was captivating. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, my father was pounding my pussy.

"Mor.. gan.. god.. yes.." He'd gruntingly hiss, slamming his hips against my opening.

"I.. I.. love.. you.. oh yes.. fuck me!" The sounds of the headboard banging against the wall, was only drowned out by my constant moans.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Each pronounced thrust into my depths elicited yelp after breathless yelp. Digging my nails into his forearms, I was just trying to hold on.

"Fuck me.. oh daddy," I mewled, as my head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. My veil, now cockeyed, fought to stay on my head, as my father valiantly fucked his unfaithful bride.

As the sweat from his forehead dripped onto my tummy, I could only admire the determination and staying power of my mid 50's aged father.

Gripping my thighs, I sensed my fathers pending orgasm building. One, two, three powerful thrusts later, and daddy let out a triumphant roar.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Slamming forward and locking himself to me, I could feel wave after wave coating my insides. What felt like a flood, I could feel it escaping from our sealed union and trickling down my opening.

"Oh daddy," I said, submissively feeling his minstrations begin to slow. When he was finally done, he collapsed partially on me as he released my tired legs.

As the both of us lie there, heavy breathing, the sound of my phone buzzing jolted me out of my incestuous stupor. Seeing my father gather my phone from the headboard, hhe looked at it.

"It's your husband," he commented. "Handle it. I'll be right back.

Quietly getting off our bed, daddy disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly returning Phil's call, I tried to steady my breathing.

"Morgan," Phil's voice began. "Where are you?"

"Aaaaaatttt dinner with my father," I slowly reminded him. "Whyyyyyy??"

"I've tried calling 4 times, Morg. I'd figured you'd at least answered one of them.

Anxious, I snapped, "Philip, I had to step outside. The restaurant is loud alright."

"I just wanted to let you know I went to my mom's and got the kids. We went to Chuck E. Cheese's with my mom, earlier. I got off work earlier than expected."

"Oh.. okay," I voiced too quickly. Lying there on my fathers bed, dress still over my waist, nylons a mess, my voice, almost hoarse, I proceeded to let my husband finish what he was saying.

"Honey, I need to get back inside, my father's waiting. Our meals should be out soon," I hurriedly stated, hearing the toilet flush. "I'll be home late. Don't wait up." Quickly ending the call, daddy came walking out.

"I have one more in me sweetheart," My father alerted me, before finding his way back between my legs a third time.

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Around midnight, I pulled into my drive. The ache in my loins still prevalent, I walked gingerly into my home. The quiet hum of the heater could be heard. Removing my high heels, I wiggled my toes under the fabric of my nylons. As I made my way to my bedroom, I quietly poked my head in on Kara and Kyle. Sleeeping peacefully, I gave a tired, weary smile. Shame had taken shape in my psyche as I am fully aware of the life I lead.

Having left my bridal attire at my fathers' so as not to draw obvious suspicion, I walked into my bedroom I share with my husband. Seeing him on his side, peaceful asleep, I began removing the dress I had changed into, before leaving daddys house. Phil doesn't know I have clothes at my father's' house for scenario's like this.

Slipping into the covers next to my husband, I felt him stir. As I lie there on my back looking up at the darkened ceiling, I knew I'd have a difficult nights sleep.

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Over the next few weeks, my life was in its' usual routine. Balancing my homemaking duties, 2 kids, and 3 men, I had very little, if any time, for myself. Sitting in the tub one morning, after Phil and the kids left, I let out a sigh. Not any ordinary sigh, but a sigh of unsuredness.

On the outside, I'm the normal, suburban wife. But when my husband is away, be it at work or on business, I'm anything but. Juggling three men is difficult. Every Wednesday now, I tell my husband I'll be spending the day with Nathan. As soon as I arrive, my brother is balls deep in my pussy. Arriving home around 4, I will have picked up my kids, got them settled and have begun preparing dinner. Each Friday, Phil understands it's my dinner dates with daddy. At times we do go to dinner then fuck the rest of the night, but, truth be told, dinner was never in the plans, as well. The rest of the nights usually are with my family, as I try maintaining a semblance of normalcy.

One day, as I was slipping into a new pair of nylons after a raucous day with Nathan, I was dressing to go home. As I stood to button my dress, I suddenly felt dizzy. Having to catch myself by grabbing the knob at the foot of my old bed, was signs of things to come.

Over the course of the next several days, the dizziness turned into bouts of nausea. It was always exacerbated during sex. Realizing I wasn't dealing with the flu or an illness, I had a feeling I knew what was wrong. On a Sunday morning, after Phil and I arrived home. from church and the kids were napping, I told him I missed my period. Confirming it with two separate pregnancy tests, my husband was over the moon. At the doctors office, it was verified I was pregnant.

Seeing my husbands exuberance, my emotions had morphed into a wreck. Obviously unsure who fathered this baby I was carrying, the subsequent days ahead were difficult. One by one, and only when I was alone with them, I told them I was pregnant. Nathan seemed indifferent as he let ne know, "Unless you get a DNA test, we'll never know right? I mean you are fucking dad and Phil, too." His attitude was always something I despised, even though we had been intimate a few months. Daddy only thought it was between he and my husband, and Phil, poor Phil obviously believed it eas his.

A few weeks later, I was panting under my father. Still holding my legs up, even after erupting in me after we arrived home from an early dinner, I informed him, after already informing Nathan and Phil, that I was carrying triplets.

"A woman like you," my father said would respond, "should never leave a bed, NOT pregnant." I didn't know whether to be appalled by, or take it as a compliment that he thought of my beauty. Even at 32, I had been told I could pass for my early twenties.

Deciding not to find out who fathered my triplets, I made the decision to raise them with my husband, believing they were his.

7 months later, Kara and Kyle became siblings to fraternal twins Kellen, Kevin, and Karyn. Now, with five 5 kids, and at 33, our house, and family was complete.

************Epilogue*************

3 years later

Looking out of the window, I had my hand cupping my pregnant belly. The new city I'd moved to was a drastic change. Now divorced, my life had taken an extreme turn.

Phil ended up learning of my affair, but only with my father. After having my triplets, Phil, unbeknownst to me, had schedule a vasectomy to prevent himself from having more kids. I was carrying on juggling three men, but moreso my dad and Phil. Nathan, now 22, soon began pulling away, little by little unsure and not mature enough to even WANT to help me with my kids. The fact I was carrying 3 at the time, really showed his true colors. I'd slways known his affinity for bedding me, but once pregnant, his whoke demeanor changed.

Phil learned of my affair the night of February 13th, about 6 months ago. I had told my father Phil and I had plans for Valentine's evening and I'd concinced Phil to let me have an "early Valentine's date" with daddy.

Well about 11:30 pm, my father and me had been going at since 8 pm. Having not really seen my little brother much, I'd found out he had a girlfriend and was living with her. I mean, from time to time, like every few weeks, I'd get a call "reminding me" of my secret, so I'd find myself in a nasty motel being ploughed by my brother.

Anyway, my father hadn't been acting like himself the past few weeks. Seemingly out of breath a lot easier during our alone time, I had gotten worried that something was wrong. Refusing to go to the doctor and reminding me that, "I'm 58 Morgan. I'm not as fit as i once was." Still a large man, he'd let his physique go a little. Developing a belly was alarming.

The night in question, he was really giving it to me. The sounds of the bed posts straining under the frantic fucking taking place on the mattress above and my constant moans, it was just like any other Friday night.

" Oh yes! Oh daddy yes.. fu.. fuck me.. oh yes!" Had echoed in his bedroom. Pumping chaotically in my sudden cunt, I saw him really laboring with his breathing. Having cum in me thrice already, he was working on a 4th bed, intent on sending ne home fully fucked.

Watching his face contort with every thrust on me, his breathing became more and stress.

"Yes daddy.. yes.. love me," I seductively stated, trying to ignore his difficulties.

Suddenly though, knowing he was about to explode again inside me, his eyes locked on me. "Morg..." he began saying, when he collapsed on top of me.

From chaos to dead silence, I was lying on my father's bed, him fully on top of me. Realizing he wasn't moving, I became aware he wasn't breathing.

"Daddy," I panted, exhausted from our love msking, but also with his weeight on me. "Daddy," I again said, trying to get him attention.

After another minute panic hit me. "Daddy? Daddy!! Daddy!!" As I was panicking I heard my now 8 yr old daughter Kara outside the door.

"Mommy? Mommy? What's wrong?" She asked from behind the closed door. "Kara, Please go to your room, Grampa isn't feeling well ok? Trying to hide my panic, I dialed 911.

15 minutes later, the paramedics showed up, pronouncing him dead at the scene. Having suffered a massive heart attack, I attributed it to our efforts that night, but never told the paramedics the whole story other than my eldest daughter, my recent newborn and I had planned on spending the night at my father's house after an early Valentine's dinner.

Understanding the brevity of my current situation, I had to phone Phil and have him pick up our daughter, as I was already dealing with my father's dead body. When he arrived almost an hour later, we were awaiting the coroner. Still having not removed him from the bed, I had kept Kara from seeing his lifeless body.

Phil ultimately put 2 and 2 together when he walked into my fathers bedroom and saw 2 pair of soiled, run-laden pantyhose and my red ballroom type dress lying on the floor near the bed. The exhaustion that was prevalent on my face, as well as the noticeable stains on the linens, where my body had been under him, was the irrefutable evidence that brought light to my incestuous infidelity. My being in another pair of nylons and covered by a robe didn't help my cause either.

That Tursday, I was served with divorce papers. Citing infidelity, I knew I didn't have a chance. Agreeing to everything he denanded, I didn't fight the divorce. Surprisingly, he was gracious enough to not fully take Kara from me in custody hearings. I was awarded every other weekend and whatever holidays my, now ex-husband, allowed. We have kept a somewhat cordial relationship for Kara's sake, but it's very awkward. Every time I pick up Kara for her weekend with me, I can only imagine his thoughts of me. Disgust, I'm sure.

During our divorce, forced DNA's were ordered. Kyle and my triplets were, undoubtedly, my fathers, and my 17 month old toddler, I found out, was fathered by Nathan. I rarely see him, only when he "wants some" as he says, and out of whatever shame I live with, I'm always obliging. His girlfriend has no clue he fathered a child with his, now, 35-year old sister. I'm not going to let her know, either.

But as I stand in the bedroom I shared many, many intimate moments with my father, from the tome I was 18 until the day he died, I run my hand over my belly, knowing at some point that fateful night of his death, we created another life in my womb. Daddy's legacy lives on, growing each day. My daughter Kara, even at 8 and a half, understands mommy's indiscretions, yet she loves all of her brothers and sisters. Kyle has been my rock, helping with the triplets, my toddler, Keith and soon, the 7th child I will birth.

This life I'd lived and held secret all these years is mostly over, save from period visits from my brother. Am I ashamed of myself for all that transpired? Yes, but It was my fault. And for that, I take full responsibility.

Thankfully, I was granted over 2 million dollars and daddy's house when he passed, so my kids will be taken care of, unabated.

The End.