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The word idyllic didn’t do justice to the countryside as I sped through pale-coloured hills, alongside ancient orchards and past hidden wineries towards the busy suburb of the city where Mark and Elaine lived.My taxi pulled to a halt at the side of the street. I paid it off, took my journalist’s bag from the backseat and walked up the short stone-paved path. I knocked on the blue painted wooden front door and as I waited for it to be answered, took stock of my surroundings.I was in a very pleasant, traditional suburb of a beautiful French city where the houses, whatever their age, looked as if they had stood there for centuries. There were fruit trees in front gardens, there were faded shutters on windows to match the equally faded doors. There were warmth and dust in the afternoon air.My attention was jerked back to the house where the front door was being quietly opened. To my relief, the face that appeared was instantly recognisable from the pictures we had exchanged over the internet. I was in the right place.A tall, slim man I placed in his early thirties stood in the doorway. His large dark eyes, handsome features, and short brown hair combined to produce an even more attractive individual than I had expected and for a second I was wrong-footed.“Rachel?” he asked with an engaging smile.“Hi Mark,” I replied. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”“That’s no problem. Time works differently here,” he grinned, opening the door wide. “Come in.”As I followed through the doorway and into the house, its contents took me by surprise. I had expected a quaint traditionally French interior with lots of wood and old tiled floors. What I found was modern, minimalist and for a city girl like me, familiar in style. It was attractive, functional but from an atmospheric point of view, rather disappointing.“Elaine and the kids are in the garden.”Mark ushered me through tall, glazed doors and onto a rear patio which in turn opened onto a large garden. A game of football was taking place between four young boys, all of whom were shouting to each other in fluent, locally accented French.“Those two are ours,” Mark grinned as the game became heated. “The two trying to break each other’s legs.”A very pretty, slender woman with the same dark hair and eyes as Mark and dressed in a short, embroidered, white cotton summer dress rose from her chair to greet me.“Hi,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m Elaine.”The introduction was unnecessary after our Skype call, but it was nice to feel so welcome. She offered me her hand. I shook it then we kissed awkwardly on both cheeks.“When in France…” Elaine joked, gesturing to one of the old wooden chairs that surrounded a large rustic table.I placed my bag on the floor and sat, accepting the long cool glass of rose wine that was offered. It tasted wonderful; clean and clear in the heat of the afternoon.“How was your journey?” Mark asked, settling into a chair opposite me.“Surprisingly smooth,” I replied. “And what a place to come to.”We chatted lightly and pleasantly for a while about travel, about the area and its incredible beauty, about the city with its history spanning millennia; about what my husband and I might do for the next couple of days on our holiday.Everything seemed perfectly normal. Mark and Elaine seemed a perfectly normal, perfectly pleasant couple. As we sat and talked it became harder and harder to believe that I was actually there to interview two criminals, hiding from British justice.But in the UK at least, the perfect family life I was witnessing could have resulted in imprisonment for Elaine and Mark, and their children being taken into care.For Elaine and Mark are brother and sister.***“Perhaps we should get the formalities over,” I said.The second glass of wine had been poured and the atmosphere had become even more relaxed. I picked up my satchel and pulled out a plastic sleeve containing two copies of a closely-typed document.“This is exactly as we agreed,” I said. “It’s binding on us all. You promise to tell me only the truth; I can’t publish anything you tell me without your prior written agreement. Everything would be anonymised.”I placed my passport on the table before them. Elaine picked it up and turned to the picture page as I signed both copies of the document before them. Then she compared the picture to my face and the signature on the passport with the fresh one on the document.“Looks okay,” she declared, smiling.In response, Mark passed two passports to me along with two other documents. The passports were British and in their real names; the photos matched the two faces before me as well as passport photos ever do. The surname was the same on both.The other documents were certified copies of birth certificates in identical names to those on the passports. Each bore a date the same as the passports and showed that the individuals concerned had been born in the same English town to exactly the same parents.There was no doubting that the couple before me were full blooded brother and sister.There was less than a two year gap between their dates of birth. To my surprise and despite appearances, Elaine was older.“There!” she said, returning both copies of the document. I slipped one back into the plastic sleeve and returned the other to Elaine.“Now we can all relax,” Mark smiled, raising his glass.For a while we sat quietly in the afternoon sun wondering how to begin, watching the four boys tire of football then disappear to their friends’ house to play video games.“They could be French,” I observed.“They are French,” their mother smiled. “They were born here. We’ve been here so long they hardly know the UK at all. They only go there to visit their Grandma.”“Does that happen often?” I asked.“Not often. Mum usually comes here.”“Because of the British authorities?”“Partly,” Elaine replied. “They don’t know about us and we want to keep it that way.”“But your mother knows everything?”“She knows the important bits,” Mark replied.“She doesn’t approve of course,” Elaine added. “That’s putting it mildly. But now we have kids she wants what’s best for all of us and she can see how well things are going here. I think she feels a little responsible too, so she does all she can to make things work.”“So how do you want this interview to go?” Mark asked in a business-like way. “Now the kids have gone we should take advantage of the privacy.”“Why don’t we start at the beginning?” I suggested. “Why did you get in touch with me in the first place?”The two siblings looked at each other as if deciding who should take the lead. From their body language, I suspected this sort of silent negotiation was routine in their relationship and spoke of a lifetime of familiarity. In the end, it was Elaine who spoke.“We follow a number of incest-oriented groups and websites,” she began. “It’s kind of a support network even though few of us know who the others really are.”“I found some of your articles there,” Mark added. “You come over as genuine and sympathetic - as if you really understand what we’re going through. One article mentioned your stories.”I kept silent, just nodding and smiling.“Well, both of us enjoy reading erotic stories,” Elaine continued with a little embarrassment. “It’s not something we tell people about but we both enjoy your work, especially the incest stories of course.“We looked for yours. They’re different from most; more like love stories than just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sex. You know, where the impossibly pretty daughter needs her Daddy to deflower her for no particular reason then turns instantly into a nympho?”I nodded, delighted to learn that someone with real experience of the genre thought my work was special.“Mark found you first, then he told me and, well, we’ve been enjoying them ever since.”“It feels as if you have real empathy for your characters,” Mark joined in. “As if you had had some experience of our situation yourself.”It was an invitation to share a little of my own history but it was far too early in our friendship to take up the opportunity.“We thought you might like to hear our story,” Elaine resumed. “Confidentially of course. It might help the campaign, such as it is.”“Campaign?” I asked.“For equality,” Mark replied. “And if nothing else, it might be a good basis for an erotic story too,” he added with a grin. “You seem to like true tales.”“I do indeed,” I confirmed.“So we agreed I would contact you,” Elaine continued. “I did it through the erotic story site because I could do it anonymously. I could see if you were interested and if we felt we could trust you before giving ourselves away.”She paused.“I was pleased to hear from you,” I replied. “I love hearing from readers, but your approach was particularly welcome. You did grill me though before letting me know who you really are.”Elaine had asked literally dozens of questions about me, my life, my research and my writing of erotic stories as a sideline. She wanted to know where my interest in incest had come from and how I felt about ‘the campaign’ as she called it.I had not told her the full story and suspected she knew this, but I had said enough to convince her of my honesty and integrity. We had exchanged many emails before speaking on the phone. A Skype conversation later we had agreed that we should meet.The timing was good; my husband and I were overdue a few days’ break and Provence was somewhere I had always loved but hadn’t visited for some years. Dan was used to me disappearing for a few hours to do a little research, so he didn’t bat an eyelid when I asked if he minded me spending one afternoon with my new acquaintances.I smiled; at that moment my husband would be doing what he enjoyed best; exploring the Roman ruins which were so very well preserved in that ancient city. No doubt he would tell me all about it when I joined him, whether I wanted to hear or not!“I’m pleased you did,” I carried on. “Meeting you is great for my work, but I don’t quite see what the two of you get out of it.”Elaine looked embarrassed.“I could tell you that we want to play a part in the campaign to get sexual relationships between relatives legalised. And that would be true though I can’t see it happening in our lifetimes.”“Partly we thought it would be exciting if our own lives appeared in one of your articles,” Mark added. “Or even in one of your stories. As Elaine said, we do enjoy erotica. But mostly we’ve never had the opportunity to tell anyone about ourselves before. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is to have such a secret and never be able to share it.”I could do much more than just imagine their position, but it wasn’t the time to explain this.“I hope I live up to your expectations,” I said a little anxiously, looking carefully at my new friends.The resemblance was striking; the colour of their hair, the shape of their faces, the darkness of their eyes; all were almost identical. They even had the same shape of nose though Mark’s was larger and more angular. With their healthy outdoor tans, they made a very attractive couple.“Okay, first things first,” I said, taking out my notebook. “Tell me about your family and your early life.”As if relieved to get started, Elaine took a deep breath and began to talk. Her brother followed, filling in gaps.For most of their childhood, the two siblings had grown up quite normally in a pleasant, middle-class suburb of a big British city. Their parents had met when at school and had been together from then until their father had died unexpectedly when Elaine and Mark were in their twenties.Elaine, their first child had been born when they were older than most of their contemporaries. Indeed, for a long time their parents had worried that they might not have been able to have children at all. But once their daughter had been born, their son had followed soon afterwards and the family was quickly complete.Life had been normal for a long time; going to the local schools, playing with local friends, going on family holidays and visiting their remaining Grandparents in the small terraced house in which she lived.Both parents had been loving and caring but had often been at work, leaving the two siblings together for long periods. At first, this had been in the care of Grandparents but as they got older, the pair had been allowed to fend for themselves after school and eventually for whole days during the holidays.“Did you have feelings for each other back then?” I asked.They looked at each other and laughed out loud.“You could say that. We hated each other,” Elaine said. “We didn’t get along at all. I thought he was a dirty, rude, insensitive pervert who leered at my friends.”“And I thought she was a snotty, supercilious, bad-tempered cow with a nasty temper.”“And we were probably both right,” Elaine laughed again.She had an infectious laugh that made her look younger and even prettier. Laughing made her brother look even more handsome. He clearly adored her.“So when did things begin to change?” I asked, forcing myself back on track. “And how? Was it sudden or did things happen gradually?”Again they exchanged glances, deciding who should take the lead. In the end, that duty fell to the older sibling again.“I suppose it started gradually,” Elaine began. “But when things finally started they progressed very quickly.”There was another exchange of looks with a much deeper, more sexual meaning.“You didn’t put up much resistance,” her brother interjected.“You wouldn’t have stopped if I’d tried,” his sister replied. “You weren’t taking any prisoners!”I would have loved to probe this comment straight away but knew it was better to let it unfold in good time.“If I had stopped then, you would have gone the rest of your life without letting me know how you felt,” Mark told her a little more seriously. “Think what a waste that would have been!”“Please, can we go a bit more slowly,” I laughed with them.“Sorry,” Elaine grinned. “What do you want to know?”I took a brief breath and looked at my notes before replying.“I’m keen to understand how it all started. How a normal brother-sister relationship can become sexually-oriented in the first place. Beyond that, I’d like to understand how that relationship can become physical, then emotional too, but I’d like to take one step at a time.”“Okay,” they chorused then giggled again.“So you’re growing up in the same house, you’re going to school – the same school?”They both nodded.“From the age of four; Elaine was always two school years above me,” Mark explained.“That’s quite an important age gap. Did you see each other much at school?”“Not really. We walked there together, or Mum drove us in the mornings, but Mark always had sport after lessons, so we used to come home separately.”“Did you do much together outside school?”“Quite a bit,” Elaine continued. “We both had friends outside of school but neither of us was part of any larger group. During the holidays we mostly did family things. Mum was a Head Teacher so had the long holidays off.”“She took you on trips?”“Loads,” Mark took over the narrative. “We went to stately homes and galleries; all the cultural stuff. And we stayed with our Grandparents a lot so Mum and Dad could have a break from us.”“I suppose that’s where it really began,” Elaine interjected.Mark thought for a moment.“Of course it was. Under the Sea!”“Under the Sea!”His sister repeated the words in a sing-song voice obviously meant to remind them both of something they had seen or heard as children. I must have looked puzzled because they both looked at me and laughed.“Sorry,” Mark apologised. “Under the Sea was a game we used to play as kids. Our Grandparents’ house was very small so we had to share a bedroom. It was also dark and scary so when we were young we had to share a bed too.”“Mark used to get very frightened of the shadows, so Mum taught us to play a game called ‘Under the Sea’ to take our minds off the dark,” Elaine took over.“I forget the rules but it involved hiding under the bedclothes and cuddling together and on the whole, it worked. We were very young and there was nothing sexual about it at all, but it did mean by the time we were becoming teens we were used to being in the same room and the same bed and having a good level of physical contact.”“Surely things began to change then?” I prompted. “Around puberty I mean.”“Too right,” Mark continued. “That’s when we began to hate each other.”“Right,” his sister agreed. “As soon as Mark began to get erections I wanted nothing to do with him. He was an embarrassment; always getting hard in inappropriate places. In the swimming pool, in his pyjamas; especially when my friends were round. It was really embarrassing!”“I couldn’t help it any more than you could help growing breasts,” Mark objected. “And on the subject of breasts, when Elaine’s began to grow she became absolutely impossible to live with. And as for when her periods started! She had a filthy temper – even Mum couldn’t put up with her.”“I was horrible, wasn’t I?” Elaine confessed sheepishly. “But you weren’t much better.” She turned to me. “He used to spy on me and my friends when they stayed over.”I looked at him, an eyebrow raised.“Well, as we’ve just signed a contract promising to tell the truth, the answer is yes I did. I was a teenage boy remember, in a house full of drop-dead gorgeous teenage girls. Of course I wanted to look at them.”“Pervert!” Elaine said jokingly.“They played up to it,” Mark objected. “And so did you. You used to leave your bedroom door open and walk around the house in your underwear or just a towel.”“That was later, dumdum,” his sister joked.“Please!” I interrupted with a laugh. “I’m struggling to keep up.”“Sorry,” Elaine said. “I suppose things started to change in the way they often do; when someone else points out something that’s obvious to them but which you had never noticed.”“I’m not sure I understand,” I said.“Well, in this case it was when my school friends started telling me how fit my little brother had become; how he had grown up all of a sudden and how they fancied him.”“How did you react?”“I was embarrassed of course. My little brother was my little brother, not some gorgeous hunk worthy of all this female attention. I told them all to keep their hands off him!”“I had no idea all this was going on,” Mark protested.“Too right you didn’t,” his sister frowned. “You were pleased with yourself enough already. If you’d known all my friends fancied you, you would have been completely impossible.”Now it was Mark’s turn to frown.“Well the same went for Elaine,” he told me. “Only as an older sister, my friends had fancied her all along. I got into a couple of fights when they said what they wanted to do with her. One even told everyone he’d had her already. I knew this wasn’t true so there was a bit of a bust-up.”“It sounds like you were both very protective of each other,” I proposed. “Perhaps the feelings were beginning to develop then.”“I think most siblings are like that,” Elaine replied. “Hate each other in private but defend each other in public.”Having interviewed other couples and knowing what my own relationship with my brother had once been like, I wasn’t so sure.“How did you both react when real physical relationships began?” I asked.“Boyfriends?” Elaine asked.“And girlfriends,” I said.There was a short pause for thought before Mark broke the silence.“I found it very difficult seeing my sister with other boys,” he began. “I suppose I knew only too well what boys think about girls and what they try to do. Ellie seemed to mop it up; even at the beginning. It felt like a betrayal. Okay, I was only about twelve when I first saw her kissing a boy but I still remember how much it hurt.”“I didn’t realise it was so bad for you,” she told her brother.“For a long time I thought all brothers felt that way,” he continued. “But the more I talked to my friends who had sisters, the more I realised my reaction was different from theirs.”“In what way different?”“Stronger for a start,” he replied. “And fiercely jealous.”“You wouldn’t speak to some of the boys that came round to see me,” Elaine remembered. “Even if they were just friends.”“I didn’t want anyone to hurt you,” Mark explained. “Actually, I didn’t want anyone else to have your attention at all, but I didn’t understand what my feelings meant at the time.”“How did you feel about Mark’s girlfriends?” I asked.“I’m not sure,” Elaine replied. “There were so many of them; probably because of his good looks. When he did have a girl in tow, it always looked as if she was besotted with him but he was somehow semi-detached; as if he was just going through the motions.”I turned to look at Mark.“Maybe I was,” he admitted. “Certainly I didn’t feel about any of them the way I felt about Ellie. They just didn’t measure up. Maybe that’s why none of them lasted more than a few months. ”“Were they romantic relationships or just based on sex?” I asked.Mark’s face gave me all the answer I needed.“I wasn’t ready for romance or a long-term relationship,” he replied. “I was mostly interested in sex.”“And were you successful?” I asked.“Oh yes!”It was Elaine who had given this determined response.“By the time he reached the sixth form, a good number of my friends had thrown themselves at him,” she said by way of explanation. “And that’s before he went to University. I suppose that made me see him differently too.”Mark blushed. His sister seemed strangely proud of her brother’s previous promiscuity in a way no unrelated wife I had ever met would have been about her husband.“Was your sex life equally active?” I asked her.At first Elaine seemed reluctant to answer so her brother filled in the gap.“Ellie has had five lovers, including me.”The girl stared at her brother open-mouthed.“She lost her virginity to Andrew Campbell on Thursday the first of August at three-thirty in the afternoon. She was eighteen. I was sixteen.”“Mark! How the hell did you know all that?” his sister burst into life, horrified.“I heard it happening,” he replied.“Were you were spying on me again?”“I was in my room listening to music with my headphones on. That’s why you didn’t know I was there. When I heard you both come in I switched them off, opened my door and listened. I thought it would be hard to hear but you made so much noise I couldn’t miss what was going on,” he said. “And you were very strange afterwards.”“I never knew.”“You did it twice more with Andrew then he dumped you for Wendy Taylor.”Elaine looked stunned as her brother continued.“I hated him for what he did to you. When the rugby season started in September…”“You broke his nose.” She finished his sentence for him in a quiet, slow voice as if only now realising what had occurred years ago. “I thought it was just an accident.”“Everyone thought so. He was off school for a fortnight. I got into trouble for tackling too high but it was worth it.”There was silence for a full minute.“I was so upset…” Elaine began.“So upset that you let Gary Graham into your knickers within a week,” Mark interrupted.“Oh God! Did you hear that too?”Mark shook his head.“Gary told everyone he’d had you, the little shit!”“It was only the once, whatever he said,” Elaine protested.“You mean it wasn’t a threesome?” Mark asked his sister.“What? Did he say that I… Oh, I get it!”Mark was grinning; he had been teasing her. She punched him on the arm.“Bastard!” she said affectionately. “Anyway it was just the once.”“I think that was when things began to change between us,” Mark said in a voice that made it more of a question than a statement. “I could see how hurt Ellie was and it upset me too. I remember feeling very protective but it was more than that. I think that was when I began to have more... inappropriate feelings for her.”“He became much more thoughtful and considerate,” his sister agreed. “Actually he was really lovely. I couldn’t tell Mum much of what had happened in case it got back to Dad. Mark didn’t seem to need to know. He was just there for me when I needed him.”“I didn’t need you to tell me because I already knew,” Mark explained, reaching out for his sister’s hand.“But you didn’t mention it. That’s what mattered. You didn’t pass judgment.”They squeezed hands and gave each other looks which would have had my two kids pretending to stick their fingers down their throats.“After that, I felt I’d had my fingers burned enough for a while,” Elaine continued. “Gary’s stories were giving me an undeserved bad reputation so I stopped going out on dates altogether,” she grunted. “This meant either staying in on Friday and Saturday nights, doing things with my girlfriends or being with my family - which was a non-starter.”“Mum and Dad had a lot of friends,” Mark explained. “And Dad usually worked at least one day each weekend. They were always out.”“So I spent a few weekends on my own,” Elaine continued. “Soon I noticed Mark seemed to be around more at the weekends than before. We began to watch movies together on the TV. It was much better than being on my own. Mark was into horror movies at the time – you know, the gory, slasher kind – so I used to cuddle up to him on the sofa and we’d watch two movies back-to-back like a double feature.”“She likes a big strong man around,” her brother joked.“More like if I was close to you I knew you couldn’t sneak up on me and scare the life out of me,” Elaine laughed.“As if I would!”She gave her brother another look. This time it was stern and accusing.“Okay, okay! So I did try to scare you at first. Then I realised how nice it was to have you so close.”There was a loud cry from somewhere out of sight followed by an angry shout in French in a boy’s voice. Mark sighed.“You carry on,” he sighed, hauling himself to his feet and disappearing into the garden out of sight.“It’s probably good he’s gone,” Elaine said furtively. “I’m not good talking about some things in front of him.”“Whatever’s easiest,” I insisted.Elaine continued to tell me how they went from sitting in different chairs to sitting on the sofa as the movies progressed. How they went from opposite ends of the seat to cuddling up close. How she used to curl her legs underneath her bottom and lean against his chest; how he used to put his arm around her at the scary parts.“How long did this progression take?” I asked.“It seemed ages but it can’t have been more than a couple of months,” Elaine replied. “Then one night he kept his arm around me for a whole movie,” she continued. “I thought it was really sweet of him. It happened the next time too; I snuggled up to him and he stroked my arms and shoulders.”There was a pause.“One evening he began to stroke my boob through my top. It was very gentle at first; so gentle I thought it was an accident; that he hadn’t realised it was my boob not my arm he was touching.”“What did you do?”“I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to make a fuss and spoil the evening, so I ignored it and carried on watching the movie. Then he began to touch me much more confidently and I began to realise it wasn’t an accident at all.”“How did you react then?”“I froze,” Elaine replied. “I didn’t know what to do. I knew it wasn’t right, but it felt really good. I know it sounds stupid now, but I just let him carry on. By the end of the first movie his hand w
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If I had maybe it might all have ended there and then.”“But you didn’t,” I stated.“No. I didn’t,” Elaine said, looking straight into my eyes. “I honestly can’t tell you what was going through my mind, but I just changed my knickers and went back downstairs.”“Wasn’t that sending out quite a message?” I suggested.“I thought it was,” Mark interrupted as he returned with another bottle of wine.“Then I suppose it must have been. It certainly ended up that way,” Elaine smiled.“What happened when you went back?”“More of the same at first,” Elaine said a little shamefaced. “It took a little while but eventually he began to fondle my boob again. This time he moved much faster and before I knew it, he had slipped his hand under my top and was touching me through my bra.”“Did you even want to stop him this time?” I asked.Elaine blushed again.“I think we were both a little drunk but I’m not blaming the alcohol. I knew at the time it was wrong, but it felt so nice I just let it happen.”“Is that as far as it got?”“That night, yes” she blushed deeper. “But the next time, he began to stroke my tummy too, then the top of my legs. Then he moved to my bottom and ended up touching me down there,” She nodded in the general direction of her groin, embarrassed. “His fingers were inside my shorts but not inside my knickers.”“And you still didn’t stop him?” I prompted.She shook her head.“I didn’t actually open my legs for him, but I didn’t make it difficult either. Eventually he gave me a little orgasm. Mark’s very good with his fingers. I was surprised.”“I could feel your body shaking,” Mark whispered. “You were leaning really hard against me. It was the most amazing thing in my life up till then.”“Did you kiss?”“That’s the odd thing; no we didn’t. Not on the lips anyway. Mark kissed the top of my head lots of times but for some reason, I couldn’t raise my mouth to his. After the film finished, we were both really embarrassed. I was burning with shame and my knickers were soaking wet again. We went upstairs without really speaking to each other. I didn’t get much sleep I can tell you!”“Neither did I,” Mark added.“Did you set out to seduce Elaine?” I asked him directly.“I’ve often wondered that,” he pondered. “There’s no doubt I touched her on purpose, but I think I was on autopilot. The two of us were so close together; she’s a very sexy girl so I just did what felt natural.”“Did you grope all the girls you sat with?” his sister challenged.“I suppose I did back then,” he confessed. “In my experience, a girl that cuddles that close to a boy does so for a reason. And I never forced things; she could have stopped it any time you wanted. She just didn’t seem to want to.”“So you saw me as just another of your conquests?” Elaine asked provocatively.“Of course not; you’re my sister!”“Most brothers don’t finger their sisters,” she countered softly but insistently.“Most sisters don’t let them do it then come back for more.”There was a pause.“So how was Elaine different from the other girls you’d been with?” I asked, hoping to move things on while they were in a confessional mood.Mark thought for a moment.“Well I felt a lot more emotion for a start; a lot more involved than just wanting to get my end away.” He turned to his sister with a cheeky grin. “Don’t get me wrong Ellie; I thought you were really sexy and I very much did want to get my end away with you. But I knew everything would have to be different from the start. If nothing else, we lived in the same house. It’s not as if I could do the wham-bam trick and disappear.”“So what happened next?”“I wanted to go into Ellie’s room and say sorry – or at least say something, but I wasn’t sure what I could say. I went to see her anyway but when I crossed the landing she’d locked her door and wouldn’t answer my knocking. When I woke in the morning she’d already got up really early and gone to school so I couldn’t talk to her then either.”“I couldn’t face him,” Elaine explained. “I was so embarrassed that he’d touched me. I was even more embarrassed that I’d just let him do it and worst of all that he’d actually made me cum. What kind of sister lets her little brother finger her to orgasm?”“It wasn’t until the next afternoon before Mum and Dad came home that I managed to get her alone,” Mark said quietly.“What happened then?”“I went to her room; she was in her school uniform. I told her how sorry I was that I had touched her. She seemed more embarrassed than angry so I tried to hug her. She closed her arms tightly around her chest but I hugged her anyway. She smelled so sweet and sexy I got a hard-on straight away.”“What did you make of that?” I asked.“I could feel it. It frightened me to be honest,” Elaine replied. “But it turned me on too. I felt ashamed of feeling that way about him but couldn’t help it. The next thing I knew he was kissing me on the forehead and hair again, telling me how sorry he was, how much he cared and that he didn’t want to hurt me.“I’m not sure how it happened. I know I raised my head and suddenly he was kissing me on the lips. It seemed to stun him for a moment. It certainly stunned me.”“I wasn’t sure whether she’d done it on purpose,” Mark took over. “I was very surprised but for some reason didn’t stop. Ellie relaxed a bit; I kissed her again and then suddenly it was all happening; we were snogging like we were still two teens.”“We were still two teens,” Elaine grinned.“So we were,” her brother smiled in return.“After we’d kissed for a while, he began to touch me again,” Elaine continued. “I was still nervous and didn’t respond much but I didn’t need to. Mark turned out to be quite an expert. Before I realised what was happening, he had my shirt off, my bra was unfastened, my boobs were bared and my school kilt was round my ankles.”“Like I said, I don’t remember you putting up much of a struggle,” Mark snorted, amused.“Maybe not,” his sister agreed. “But you took the lead big time.”“Did you have sex that day?” I asked.They looked at each other.“It all happened so fast,” Elaine continued. “Mark was like lightning; before I knew what was happening I was on my back on the bed, my knickers were off, he’d spread my legs with his knees and was on top of me. A moment later he was inside me and we were having sex. Real sex! He sort of overwhelmed me; I’d never come across a boy who worked so fast before. There was no way I could have stopped him even if I’d wanted to.”Her words were a little resentful but when she looked at her brother, her face told another, sweeter story.“It wasn’t quite like that…” he began.“It was exactly like that,” his sister insisted. “Wild horses couldn’t have stopped you.”There was a pause while the two looked at each other. Their looks were mostly of love but there was an undercurrent of something else there too.“Do you mean he forced you?” I asked, a little unsettled.“No-o,” Elaine replied hesitatingly.“You don’t sound sure,” I challenged.“No, really,” she insisted. “I wasn’t forced at all. It was something I wanted too, I just hadn’t realised it until it happened. Mark has a really effective technique. I’d never known anything like it.”“He’s a fast mover?”“Very fast. But he somehow makes you feel as if you’re the one forcing the pace; as if you’re seducing him not the other way round.”I looked for Mark’s reaction. He smiled broadly and blushed.“I didn’t actually plan to go all the way but once we got started…”His sister snorted comically at the idea.“You were a man on a mission, Mark,” she chided him. “Taking no prisoners. You didn’t even think of birth control, did you?”“I suppose I assumed you were on the pill,” he agreed. “Besides I don’t remember you putting up much of a fight,” he said in self-defence. “Quite the opposite in fact. Surely if you could have got pregnant you would have said something.”“You really don’t get it, do you?” Elaine said quietly, her face soft and very young-looking. “If she’s turned on enough, a girl doesn’t even think about that sort of thing. In the heat of making love, birth control just doesn’t feature. Once you were inside me, I didn’t care if I got pregnant or not; the thought didn’t cross my mind. I just wanted you whatever the consequences.”Mark took his sister’s hand in his and squeezed it.“Mark’s right; I didn’t put up any resistance,” she conceded.“You put up even less when we did it again,” Mark said softly. “Or the third time. I was worried Mum would find us, but you wanted one last go, remember?”Elaine blushed scarlet.“We were lucky I didn’t get pregnant.”“We were still in Ellie’s bed when Mum came home from work,” Mark eventually continued. “Christ, we had to move fast.”There was a pause in the conversation as they remembered the moment. The memory brought broad smiles to both their faces, making the similarities in their attractive features even more obvious.Mark reached out his hand, Elaine took it and they squeezed each other’s fingers for a moment.I was about to ask whether they had ever come close to being discovered, but at that moment the two boys returned from wherever they had been playing or hiding and demanded refreshments so the conversation had to pause.After the drinks and a small but delicious-looking snack had been provided, the boys began to play close to where we were all sitting.“Shall we…?” Elaine asked, nodding towards the far end of the garden where four old wooden chairs stood alongside an old rustic table.The three of us went for a brief walk around their pleasantly large, fragrant garden, the two siblings holding hands romantically as we walked.“So what happened next?” I asked once we were had settled in our new seats and were away from prying ears. “Did your relationship start there?”“It did, but it was far from steady,” Mark replied. “The shock of having had sex threw us for a while. After we’d done it, we were both unsettled and for a few days we hardly spoke to each other.”“Was it guilt?” I prompted.“God yes!” Elaine said forcefully. “And shame. How many sisters have sex with their younger brothers?”More than most people think, I thought inwardly.“I was worried I’d just become another notch on the bedpost too,” she added. “I thought maybe Mark believed the stories about me and wanted a piece of his slut sister. I didn’t know that he already knew the truth.”“It was never like that,” Mark insisted.“But I didn’t know that,” Elaine insisted. “Anyway, when we did finally talk about it when Mum and Dad were out, it was horrible. We had a massive row.”“Followed by amazing make-up sex,” her brother smiled.There was a pause.“It was good, wasn’t it?” Elaine stated, looking him in the eye, both of them sparkling.“The very best!”“After that it became difficult rather than terrible. I went secretly on the pill, we had ‘dates’ at weekends when Mum and Dad were out, but the rest of the time we had to behave as if we were a normal brother and sister.”“How was that?” I asked.“Tricky,” Mark told me. “Keeping the physical part hidden was hard but it wasn’t the hardest part. When you’re with someone you develop private jokes and stuff. It was really hard not to let anything slip.”“Has everything gone smoothly since then?” I asked, hoping to provoke more interesting stories about their lives. From the look they exchanged I had done the right thing.“I left school that summer,” Elaine began. “I got a job in a bank half an hour away. I still lived at home so Mark and I continued our relationship – at least we kept on having dates when we could.”“We invented mutual friends,” her brother explained. “And went to the cinema together during the week when we knew we couldn’t be together at the weekend. We had to keep our own friends in the dark too which wasn’t easy.”“Mark had to stop seducing girls at school,” Elaine teased.“That must have been tough for you,” I joined in the joke.“It depended on how much sex I was getting elsewhere,” he retaliated. “Some weeks were better than others, but I tried hard.”“We kept it going for two years,” Elaine carried on. “Until Mark went off to University. That’s when it went wrong.”I could tell that a more serious note had just been struck. I looked at them both for explanation, expecting Elaine as the older to take up the story but she held back so long that her brother had to fill in the silence.“I went a bit wild at Uni,” he eventually confessed. “There was so much freedom and so many girls that I... I cheated on Ellie – quite a lot.”The wounds must still have been raw because the looks of pain on Elaine’s face and of guilt on her brother’s were profound.“When Mark came home for Christmas, I didn’t realise what he’d been doing. We picked up where we had left off, but I could tell something had changed. He’d hardly communicated with me after the first few weeks, but I was too stupid to realise why.“When he went back to Uni in the Spring, I found out he’d been with other girls and...” the tears were beginning to flow so she took a deep breath and stopped herself. “I’d rather not go over it again,” Elaine said softly. “It was so hard being here on my own, knowing what he was doing and not being able to talk to a single person about it.”“I know,” Mark said, taking her hand yet again. “I behaved like a selfish shit. It’s the biggest regret of my life. I nearly lost you over it.”“Very few pre-Uni relationships survive three years of separation,” I suggested. “And for much the same reasons on both sides.”“We actually broke up for a whole year,” Elaine told me. “It was impossible living in the same house as him after all we’d done together, so he spent most of his time at Uni even during the holidays. We both found other people for a while.”“Then I got into a more serious relationship,” Mark continued. “It lasted a year and a half but came to a sticky end halfway through my final year. I came home very upset just before my exams. Thank God Ellie had the decency to take pity on me and help me through it. She was amazing; we began to rediscover our feelings for each other. It ended up in bed again but this time it was the real thing.”“You weren’t just on the rebound?” I asked.“Being with her again showed me how stupid I’d been,” Mark explained. “I understood what I’d put at risk and knew I’d never do it again.”“How did you feel?” I asked his sister.“I was in a relationship myself at the time,” she replied. “With someone at the Bank. We’d been together for six months and were talking about moving in together. I was torn between the two of them.”“For a few months the tables were well and truly turned,” Mark said ironically. “This time I was head over heels in love with Ellie and had to watch her with another man. I finally understood what I’d done to her for the last few years. It wasn’t pretty.”Elaine’s expression was hard to read.“You ended the relationship?” I suggested.“Eventually,” she said quietly.“That must have been difficult.”“He wasn’t good enough for you,” Mark interjected bitterly.“You were just jealous,” Elaine growled.Mark looked at his sister sideways then turned towards me with a mischievous grin on his face.“Too right I was jealous! It didn’t make it any easier knowing how good in bed she had become.”“Mark!” Elaine squealed in horror.“It’s true. I might not have liked him, but he taught you a hell of a lot about sex. I was amazed the first time we got together again.”“Don’t say that!”“Come on Ellie! You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever been in bed with!”His sister’s face was bright red in embarrassment, but I could tell there was at least an element of pride mixed in.“What about your parents?” I asked to break the tension. “Were they in on the secret?”There was a pause; they looked at each other meaningfully.“Dad died when we were in our mid-twenties,” Elaine said. “It was sudden and tragic.”“Mum was devastated as you can imagine,” Mark added. “We were too. It was such a shock.”“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.“We’d been together in secret for a couple of years by then,” Elaine continued. “We were both still living at home because neither of us could bear to move away from the other. So when Dad died, we were both there to help Mum.”Elaine was still clearly upset.“After the funeral when everyone had gone home, Mum asked us to sit with her in the kitchen. She poured three very large brandies.”“Mum hardly ever drank alcohol,” Mark added. “So we knew something big was coming.”“She sat us at the kitchen table, took a long sip, pulled a face and said that she knew all about us.”“Goodness!” I exclaimed. “What did you say?”They looked at each other again before Mark took up the story.“Mum used the voice she always used when she’d caught one or both of us doing something we shouldn’t. There was no arguing with that voice; if Mum said she knew then she knew. There was no point even trying to deny it.”“Was she angry,” I asked.Elaine shook her head.“Not angry,” her brother agreed. “It was strange. She said that she knew about our relationship and although she didn’t understand it or condone it, we didn’t need to hide it from her any longer.”“That’s amazing,” I said stunned. Elaine continued.“Mum said that she’d just said goodbye to the love of her life forever. She couldn’t bear to think of us being denied the gift of being together like she and Dad had been. Mark asked how long she’d known. She said more than a year.”“When I asked how she found out, she asked us what kind of mother she would be if she couldn’t tell when her children were so much in love?” Mark said as if in quotation marks.“Did your father know too?” I wondered.Elaine shook her head.“Mum didn’t want to upset him.”“How did things change after that?”“At home everything changed – and very much for the better. We started to share a room and a bed. We could talk about the future openly and with some kind of confidence.”“Mum has never really accepted us being a couple,” Elaine said sadly. “Even now we have kids. But she loves us both and wants us to be happy.”“Which we are,” Mark added, taking his sister’s hand in his and kissing her fingers.“Which we are,” she agreed with a smile.“Would you like to be able to marry properly?” I asked.The look on Elaine’s face gave me all the answer I needed. She was staring at the ring on her third finger as she spoke.“We went through a form of ceremony in Las Vegas. We told them we wanted to re-enact our vows; that we were already married but wanted to do the whole Vegas wedding thing.”“And they didn’t suspect?”“They’re used to strange requests. Our ceremony was close enough to a marriage to get the photographs and a document of sorts, but not close enough for us to have to prove our identities to any authorities.”“We chose as normal a ceremony as we could find. The building even looked like a church. We made our vows in front of what passed for a Minister – and of course Mum was there.”“I did have a really lovely dress…” Elaine mused.“You’re not joking,” Mark broke in. “Look!”He fiddled with his phone then passed it to me. On it was a picture of the two of them with an older woman who could only be their mother. Mark looked gorgeous in his dark suit; Elaine looked simply stunning in a thigh-length white dress, white fascinator, bare legs and high white heels. Their mother looked as proud as any mother should on her child’s wedding day.Apart from the strangeness of the building behind them, they could have been any attractive couple in any town in England.“We feel married,” Mark insisted. “And to all intents we are. Our passports have the same surname and we wear wedding rings. Who would think anything else? It was only when we wanted to have kids that we knew we had to do something more serious.“That’s when we made the move to France. Ellie trained as an English teacher; we both learned the language. Two of my biggest clients were French anyway so it was just as easy to live here and fly to the UK as it was the other way round.”“Why France?”“Napoleon’s gift,” Mark chuckled. “Incest isn’t illegal here, as long as it’s consensual.”“It’s not accepted though,” his sister added. “We still have to keep it secret.”“You don’t plan to ‘come out’ about your relationship then?”“Jesus no!” Mark exploded. “It’s just that if we are ever found out, the legal consequences here would be far less severe.”“Plus there are far fewer people here who know us; no one at all from our school days. There’s far less chance of anything getting out,” Elaine explained. “We’re not on Facebook or any other social media platforms.”“Do you let the boys use social media?”“They’re not that interested right now,” she replied. “But we’ll have to when they’re older. It would look suspicious if we tried to stop them.”“Weren’t you worried about having kids? Wouldn’t that just make things even more complicated and increase the risk of being found out?”“Kids make life more complicated whoever you’re with, don’t they?” Elaine asked. “You don’t avoid having them just to avoid complications.”“That’s true enough,” I smiled, thinking about how my life had been changed by our two horrors. “But aren’t there other, more serious considerations when parents are genetically close?”“You mean birth defects?” Mark asked. “Six fingers and big noses?”I laughed and nodded.“Well, that sort of thing.”“That’s the uninformed view,” he replied slightly aggressively. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. Yes, there is an increased risk of passing on some genetic defects, but you have to ask how big the actual risk is? One in four? One in forty? One in four hundred? One in four thousand? You have to get some objectivity into this.”Like most people, I had no idea of the actual level of risk. I had just assumed it was high.“Many people have genetic disorders that are nothing to do with inbreeding,” Mark continued. “Some of those disorders are serious and are one hundred percent certain to be passed on. We might advise them of the risks if they do have kids, but we don’t pass laws to stop them, do we?”This was undeniably true.“So yes, we did think about it and we did a lot of research but in the end, we weren’t driven by cold hard calculations. We love each other and wanted a child from that love. Getting Elaine pregnant was planned. It took a little longer than we expected and was a lot harder work, but it happened in the end.”“Hard work?” his sister asked threateningly. “I didn’t notice you complaining at the time.”Mark looked genuinely shocked. “El! That’s the sort of thing I say, and you get cross about!”He looked at me with a wry smile.“See Rachel? You’re having an effect on us already.”“Anyway,” his sister laughed softly. “Once we’d had one baby it was much easier to conceive the second. Alain was conceived the first time we tried, much to Mark’s disappointment!”Her brother pulled a comically sad face. She squeezed his hand again and their expressions became soft and loving as they shared a precious memory. I felt envious; my own conceptions had been far less easy to tie down, so my husband and I had no such special moments to share.“Were they both born healthy?” I asked. “They certainly look fit and strong now.”“They both came early and were a little underweight,” Elaine told me. “But they turned out normal and, as you have seen yourself, they’re no different from any other boys their age.”“Will you ever let them know?” I asked.“Only if there’s a real need,” Elaine answered. “Why should they have to live with something like this hanging over them? It wasn’t their decision.”“How do you explain the lack of family?” I asked.“It hasn’t come up yet,” Elaine replied. “But we’ll say that Mark was adopted and has no relatives. Mum’s agreed to back us up on that.”“It has to be that way round,” Mark explained. “Ellie looks so much like Mum that she couldn’t be anything but her daughter. I look a bit like Dad but he’s not around to make comparisons every day.”I doubted that; to my eye they looked so much like brother and sister that the deception would easily be seen through.“What would happen if you were found out?” I asked tentatively.“Here? Very little legally. Socially it would be very difficult but not impossible.”“And back home?”“Much more serious. At the very least the kids would be taken into care. In theory, we could both go to prison but more likely, only Mark would. We’d be classed as sex offenders too,” Elaine added. “Imagine it! The two of us grouped in with paedophiles and rapists. It’s grossly unjust.”I couldn’t argue with that.“It all comes down to religion, Mark said quietly.“And an element of ‘yuck factor’ his sister added.“You’re right,” he nodded. “We’ve been told it’s wrong for so many years it’s hard to cut through the crap and see the truth.”“There’s the potential abuse factor too,” I challenged. “Older relatives exploiting positions of trust.”“True,” Mark conceded. “But there are abusive relationships of every kind. We don’t stop all marriages just because some men beat their wives. We don’t ban all heterosexual sex because some victims get raped. But we do ban all sex and marriage between relatives, however loving, caring and consensual it might be. Where’s the justice in that?”At that moment the two boys returned to the house expressing hunger in both English and French, and all conversation on the subject had to come to an end. It was okay; I had all I needed for my article and story.My mind however was spinning with memories and questions, some written on my reporter’s pad, others coming from deep in my own past. As those memories and questions became stronger, watching the family together so happily became more and more painful.I could feel the emotion welling up within me. It was definitely time to leave.After another half hour of pleasant, uncontroversial chat, I looked at my watch, announced that my husband would be waiting, and left them to their normal, loving evening at home.***I returned to our hotel where one of the two men I loved most in the world was waiting.I cried as we made love that night. In the total darkness of the room, my mind filled in the face of the man whose body I imagined was merging so completely with mine.The face was familiar, it was adored, but it was not my husband’s.   

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