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Tags: Lesbian sex and hetero sibling incest.
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It was something I had never been allowed to forget, even though I had absolutely no control in the matter. My arrival into this world was unexpected, unwanted and untimely. For my parents, everything was an organised series of life and career events, always with an eye on the top of their separate professions. It must be said that they achieved all their objectives and were able to retire to the luxury they had both worked so hard to accumulate.
Father, even as a child I learned, loved money and was willing to work to accrue it. He did the usual jobs boys would take on: paper round, stacking supermarket shelves and the like. He earned his way through university as a barman. But he never let his work interfere with his studies so graduated with a double first and entered the world of high finance.
He navigated his way through those hectic early days, successfully gambling with his company's assets and turning in the huge bonuses at the end of each year. His consummate skills came to the notice of senior management and it was not too long before he started climbing the ladder to the very top.
Father met my mother at university when they were both in their first year studying a course that was mutual to both their planned paths. She too was breezing her way through university in a similar fashion to father, her extra-curricular work being in an retirement home on the overnight watch. Not difficult as much of her time was spent seated at her station answering the occasional bell from a resident and sometimes coping with minor emergencies. She was diligent in her duties but, at quiet times, she would get out her texts or work on her current assignments.
Mother and father saw the same ambition in each other and became fast friends. They decided to share a flat, as each of their current accommodations was just too noisy where impromptu parties and the general high spirits of fellow students disrupted studies. The university years rolled on, friendship became love and with the ink on their degrees still damp, they had a quiet wedding attended only by parents and very close family.
They both had life and career planned right from the start. Mother's ambition was to be a top corporate lawyer. Her excellent degree was her passport into the lowest echelons of the legal hierarchy but, like her husband, it did not take too long before she started climbing the ladder to success.
Both my parents had a strong sense of civic duty and they deemed it necessary to raise a family. Long discussions took place between them during which it was decided that they would have two children and mother would take time off from her career to raise them up to school age. They didn't want to leave it too late, as they wanted to avoid the problems late pregnancies can bring, but mother had to wait until she was secure in her position and her reputation ensured that she would be welcome back to work afterwards.
Following their carefully arranged timetable, at the age of 35 my mother presented my father with a daughter whom they called Emily and, one year later, with Peter. Father continued with his work but always had time for his children. Mother faithfully stuck to her task of raising them to school age. As soon as they had both started school, mother engaged a housekeeper who would keep the house clean, cook an evening meal and be at home for the children arriving from school: mother then resumed her climb to the top.
I cannot imagine my mother being careless about birth control; perhaps she thought she was through menopause, but when she was 51 mother fell pregnant with me and refused to consider an abortion. I was just an inconvenience to them both so mother decided not let me interfere with her life. She worked right through her pregnancy and was actually driving to work when her contractions started. She turned around and drove to the hospital, phoning father on the way. Within one month of my birth mother was back at work and my sister Emily became my surrogate mother.
Emily too was a diligent student and, although lacking the ruthlessness of our parents, she had her own career ambitions. She pursued these through college and on to employment; currently she is in charge of her firm's data processing department. All this time, she loved me as if I were her own child. I think I got more parental love from Emily than all three of us siblings received from both parents put together.
No, this is not a sob story about a terrible childhood with monstrous parents; I am just stating things as they were. Money was never a problem, of course: it was not that they could not afford me financially, they could not afford the time, or so they judged. Emily received a generous allowance from our parents and when they moved to a better home in a better district, Emily was given the choice either for both of us (our brother Peter had moved to Germany where he built his own life) to go with them to their new house or to stay where we were.
At the age of eight, I didn't have much of a voice but I think Emily chose the better option of staying put. Father immediately signed over the lease of the house to her and made sure she never had any financial problems.
