“And after college?” I asked.
“We had moved away from home after college because we knew it would be hard if we lived too close to our folks. I was still worried about what our mother knew, or what she suspected. Living too close, she would have too many opportunities to surprise us. What if she caught us living in the same house, sharing the same bed? Where we moved, nobody knew us. In a way, we became new people in a completely new world. No one had any reason to suspect that we were brother and sister,” Mindy told me.
“And then what did you do?” I asked.
“We married,” she said simply.
I was shocked. “But you couldn’t marry.”
“I think I’ve shocked you,” she said.
“No, no. Not at all,” I replied trying to compose myself. It isn’t exactly proper for a counselor to look shocked when their patient tells them something shocking.
They both smiled and exchanged a silent agreement. “I didn’t mean to. Yes, we married. It was simple. Alex had been working and had saved enough. We went on a cruise, a discount one, and had the Captain marry us, all quite legal, you know. We checked with a lawyer. He thought the marriage was legal, since it occurred outside any countries jurisdiction, but he did say that we might still be breaking the law if we had sex. Once we were married, I didn’t even have to change my name with the IRS, Social Security, or the DMV. Nobody even raised an eyebrow.” She looked over at Alex, then said, “It was a glorious honeymoon.”
The cruise ship was all prepared for weddings. They had marriage certificates ready to go. They arranged for the ship's photographer to be there and the Purser was a witness. The Captain came down and he read some passages from the Bible, not Paul’s harangue against women thankfully. Then he asked us if we wanted each other, and pronounced us man and wife. The whole thing didn’t take fifteen minutes. He congratulated us after we kissed and he was gone back to the bridge. I wondered how many of these he had done.
The Purser congratulated us and everyone signed the wedding certificate. Then we signed a special Wedding Log the ship had and we were done. The Purser escorted us back to our cabin where they had set up a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, compliments of the Captain. The Purser congratulated us again and excused himself.
I threw myself into Alex’s arms holding him against me. Finally, he was mine forever. I never really believed until that moment that we would actually be married. It was so against the accepted mores of our culture. But we did it. I felt like I was going to explode with happiness. “I love you, husband,” I said.
“I love you, wife,” Alex responded.
I felt a flutter in my stomach when he said wife. I was his wife. I had dreamed so many times of what it would feel like to have a husband, to be a wife. It was better than I had ever dreamed it would be. We kissed. Then Alex unwrapped his arms from me, “Let’s have some of the Captain’s champagne.”
I laughed happily, “Let’s.”
Alex took the bottle from the ice and made a production of unwrapping it. There was an explosive Pop, the cork flew across the room, ricocheting from the ceiling, and settling into a corner. We both gawked, then burst into laughter. Alex poured the champagne. He held up his glass and we clinked, “To my wife.”
“To my husband, my love,” I said. We sipped the wine, our eyes locked together. I was deliriously happy. I finally had Alex as my husband and lover. It was what I had wanted since I was fifteen years old and was never really certain that it would ever happen. All of the doubts washed from my soul leaving behind only happiness. And something else as well. I realized that I no longer was thinking of Alex as a brother. It was like a switch had been thrown and now the circuits in my mind had Husband instead of Brother on them. He was my husband. He was a man whom I grew up with who had become the love of my life and my husband. It really wasn’t incest, not really because I didn’t think of Alex that way anymore.
The feeling in my breast no longer could be contained inside me. I had to let them out where Alex could have them as well. “Take me to bed,” I said quietly. His eyebrows shot up in a question. “Now,” I said.
He smiled and set his drink down before sweeping me into his strong arms. He held me tightly, pressing me into his chest. I threw my arms around his neck, straining to bring my mouth to his for a kiss, a kiss that would communicate all my desire to my new husband. He bent forward and we kissed. I thrust my tongue between his lips as my mind echoed with the words, ‘Make love to me sweet darling. Husband, husband, husband.’ Each repetition made me want him more.
Alex lifted me in his arms; our lips still pressed together and carried me to the bed. We fell onto it, still kissing. He started to unzip my dress, but I didn’t want to wait. “Take off your clothes,” I ordered him as I tore mine from my body. The clothes piled up on the floor, until he was naked and I had only my white frilly wedding panties on, for they contained a surprise. We rolled back together our lips melting into one. Alex pushed me back and bent his head over my chest, teasing one nipple then the other. He sucked one between his lips as his fingers teased the other. I moaned making him smile. “I want you,” I said. He smiled again, enjoying teasing me knowing I would want him harder as he teased me. His bent further down, kissing along the top of my panties, then running his tongue down. He found them soaked with my desire. Alex made a delighted moan, as his tongue tasted me through the frilly undies.
I was smiling now, for he was about to get his surprise present from me. His hands grabbed the waistband and began to pull. I lifted my butt as he pulled the panties off and down my legs. As he looked back up, he stopped, staring at my pussy, now shaved completely bald, smooth as a baby’s bottom. “Mindy?”
“For you,” I said. “A wedding present. Enjoy it.” I saw the happiness in his eyes and I felt it as well. Then I saw the desire fill his face. My sweet little baby always wanted me to shave completely smooth. I had resisted until this moment when it would be special. He bent forward as I parted my legs to accept him. His tongue lashed at my smooth labia, then parted them and lapped at me. I was flowing with my desire and he lapped and licked and sucked at my like a thirsty man in the desert. He was going to make me climax. I wanted him in me as I did.
“Please Alex. Make love to me. I want you in me, now,” I pleaded.
He looked up at me, the pleading so evident. He rose up and came over me, planting his hard cock in the entrance of my pussy. We had decided to wait so that our honeymoon would be like a real one, full of unsatisfied desire. I had almost given in to his teasing several times, but we had waited. Now, I was so hot and wet, he slid in easily, even though we had not had sex in several weeks. Alex bottomed out in one long slow push. I nearly climaxed. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He sensed my need and began fucking me hard, long, and deeply.
He too, had been waiting and the pressure quickly filled him. Soon, he was speeding his strokes into me, fucking me feverishly, moaning. I felt him stiffen above me, then he uttered a wailing cry. I felt him cumming, filling me with his seed, a husband’s seed, a seed that could bring his baby, I shuddered, my own climax cresting. The whole world disappeared except for the pleasure of making love with him, my husband. Just our bodies joined in that exquisite little moment between Heaven and Earth, le petite mort.
She grew quiet and looked at Alex. They shared a smile. So we were married,” she said.
I had listened to Mindy now for a long time. I was uncertain what to make of her story. It had the ring of truth, but what a truth it was. I couldn’t understand what she thought was the problem was she had come to me for. She had described a nearly idyllic relationship and I saw with my own eyes how happy they were together. I was puzzled. Why had they come to see me?
“And your parents never knew?” I asked.
“Mother did sort of suspect, as I’ve said. But she had never really admitted it to her conscious mind. Even during the whole college thing, she never admitted why she pushed so hard for Tech. It stayed a nagging doubt that she never put into words. Father was clueless, just like a man.” Alex gave her a look and she laughed. “When the first baby came along we had to tell them. It was a scene. Mother had a hysterical fit, and Dad nearly came to blows with Alex calling him terrible names, a pervert and rapist. But he had to attend to Mom, who was becoming quite hysterical. Isn’t it interesting that Father was so mad at Alex for despoiling me but he wasn’t mad at me for doing the same to Alex? It’s funny how fathers are so protective of daughters, isn’t it? I suspect there is a bit of incestual feelings at play, don’t you? Alex and I have come to know how natural such feelings are. It took them several months to come to terms with it, but they did. They wanted their Grandbabies more than they hated the idea of us being together. I think they have forgiven us, really. They don’t even look at us funny anymore.”
“You had a child?” I asked, thinking of the dangers of that.
“We have three perfectly happy and healthy children.” Their eyes met and I could see the happiness of parents. “From a genetic standpoint, unless there is a dangerous recessive allele, it is actually safer for a brother and sister to have children than complete strangers. We have a clean gene pool. Our children have no idea and never will,” she said.
“But Mindy, I fail to see why you have come to me. You haven’t told me anything to make me think you are unhappy, or that Alex is unhappy. You two seem to be the happiest people I’ve ever met,” I told her.
She looked over at Alex and I could see the electricity in the air between them. They looked like teenagers in the throes of first love even though I knew they had been together for many years. The shy smile they shared that communicated so much, even from the outside, I could see the depth of it. Her hand found his.
“I know,” she said.
“Alex, any problems?” I asked.
“Only one,” he said. “I hope Mindy has solved it now.” Confused, I looked back at her.
“Sorry, I guess I have been here a little under false pretenses. It isn’t that I have a problem that I need help with, I don’t. I am deliriously happy.” The room was practically alight with their smiles as they looked at each other. “I have a husband that I love and who loves me. I have three perfectly healthy and happy children. We have a nice home in a good neighborhood. The problem is that I could never tell anyone and I felt like my chest would burst from keeping it a secret a moment longer. I just had to tell someone. There was no one else to tell. It was like that Greek myth where the barber knew a secret and just had to tell.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage. “I know the story. So, I am the reeds you hope won't whisper the secret? Well, Mindy and Alex. I must say I envy you your love. Is there anything else?”
Alex looked at her, waiting. She smiled, “No. I feel a million times better having told someone. Thank you Doctor.” They stood and I ushered them out. They held hands, smiling, their step light and carefree, and their eyes filled with love for each other as they left my office.
As the door closed behind them, my receptionist said, “I’ve never seen two people so obviously in love.”
I looked at her, shocked that she had echoed my own thoughts back to me. Torn apart professionally and personally, I felt like the character of poor Dr. Dysart in Equus. He could ‘save’ Alan Strang, save as society defines it, only by destroying all passion within the boy. I was faced with the same dilemma. That woman felt more passion in a single day than I had in my entire life. And yet, by law and the rules of morality, I was supposed to change her, make her fit into society, not have her break the laws and rules. What if I did? What if I managed to make her forget the one true love of her life? Could I live with myself after helping to murder such a vital part of a person’s inner self? Could the blood of killing such a passion ever be washed from my unclean hands?
I still wake occasionally in the dark, stare at the ceiling, and wonder, ‘How come I have never felt such passion, such happiness?’ When does love make society's rules void? And in the dark I hear Mindy’s voice telling me, “The joy of being in love swept through us as the darkness of the past was swept out of us by our love of each other. We laughed like new beings, born just this moment in some strange auto-genesis, coming to life together with no past or preconceptions. All of those past taboos and customs, the way we were supposed to believe and act, were washed away in that moment of glorious illumination.”
The tragedy for me is that I remain in the dark.
A true story of a brother and sister in love as told to the author.
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