Winthin weeks we were datring. She hesitated about brining me to her home and meeting her kids. I would never know why until I mwould meet them momths later. We met at my place or a hotel near where she worked. Within 5 months of our first date she became pregnant. Somrthing Im sure she planned. I had no problem and wanted her even more with a swollen tummy than without.
She then confessed that she couldn't marry me. I asked her if the baby was mine and then the tears entered her eyes and she with heavy wording sad I think so. I then was the one who brought silence and asked if there was someone else. Knowing there had to be if there was even a slim possibilty that the baby wasnt min e. She then admitted that she was married. Her husband and her tried not to have sex when she was ovulating. She then admitted that her children had different fathers and that her husnamd had not fathered either one. He 10 yr old son more darker and her 12 yr old daughter was on the lighter side. She then left in a hurry and left me there devastated with tons of questions and no anwsswers. I no longer saw her at the restraunt. I did see her at a maternity shop with a guy that could have passed as her male twin. They must be related I thought. And as I saw her grab his hand and put on her belly and looked up to him with adorning eyes I knew.
I waited until they left the stroe then went to them and called her name. She looked up with a fright. I kept my eyes and voice calm and reassured them both. That I knew there secret. I was not mad or angry I just wanted to be in their life. My unborn childs and Camilles.
My brother looked me down. Saw my well tailored clothes. Saw how Camille looked at me and I her. I then threw my car keys my my BMW parked just feet away and told her the car was hers no string attached. I then was prepared to walk away. Her brother clled me back as Camille found my car and was putting her pacjakes inside the trunk. I came over and he informed me that was willing to share his wife with me. I noticed he emphasized wife. A secret I was trusted to keep. He then explained with her pregnat they needed a bigger place than their cramped apt.
The following week we met at a restraunt at a upscale hotel where privacy was an almost guarantee. I ordered a beer for my Juan and myself and Camille a Iced tea with lemon. She has on a white sun dress with flowers. I could see that her breasts had enlarged and so had her tummy. She must had been at least 7 months pregnsnt by now.
The talking was done mostly by Juan. He explained that they were looking for an another male and that Camille did love me very much but it really wasnt her desicion nor Juans as he put his phone on the table and an old kind voice starting speqking. I assumed he was there father. Surprised to find out that it was the grqndfather. WE talked. Mostly about my 4 bedroom house on the outskirts of town. How I had enough money and resources to become a new member. A pecking order was discussed, breeding rights and a no jealousy policy. Everyoine would gt their turn. Sometimes words were vague or a with a double meaning.
I confessed that I thought I understood the poitcs of the family and that I agreed. We would all meet again the next day. Except not with Camille. Juan Grandad and another adult member. The fThe father of Camilles son Matthew.
It was here that I fould out that I had been accepted into the family. An incestous family that spanned three generations. I would have sexual and breeding rights to the other members sistersm daughters and wives. Camille, would move into my house with her two kids with her husband.
I would meet the other members duing time. Sleepovers, orgies and wekend swaps.
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