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Our mother cleared out on us when I was 9 leaving my father Peter to look after us alone. My sister Kaye and I Alexander were left alone at night while Peter worked 2 jobs to keep us. When I was 19 and Kaye 17, Peter died in a work accident, a cable snapped and a heavy load fell on him. I was working as a plumbers assistant then and it was up to me to look after Kaye. I soon progressed to qualified plumber and this made our lives better. Allowing us to get a better place to rent, but as the owner was a born again Christian type. Kaye pretended to be my wife, wearing our mother's wedding ring she had left behind when she departed. This wasn't a big problem as we were always close, but it stopped us dating. So we would go out together to movies and sometimes dinner together. Then I was able to get a job in another state and we moved there, Kaye and I so used to posing as a married couple kept it up. Nothing sexual had happened yet and last Christmas at the works Christmas party we had a little too much to drink. On arriving home we had sex for the first time and again the following morning. Not really worried by that we brushed it off as a momentarily lapse in our relationship, but Kaye got pregnant and it got out that she was pregnant and we were congratulated by everyone who knew us. Kaye decided to keep the baby who was born last Thursday and we named Peter after our father. We sleep together every night and plan to have more children, as there were no health problems with Peter.
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