Brother is Best

I'm Honey 48, yes I know it's a strange name and our late parents were flower people in 60's and early 70's. My brother Peace 51 who prefers to be called Pierce instead, our parents were both dead by the time I was 20. My brother was at university and got a good career and married having 2 children, divorced at 44 and retreated from the city to an old farm 303 acres not to farm but to work in a quiet peaceful place. He had several horses, chickens and a dog who he called Come. He got him as a puppy and just said come and the dog now thinks it's his name. Anyway I also married had 3 children and my husband Mark died of cancer when I was 41. My children were already leaving home at the time, I was also fed up with city life and went to visit my brother who had just bought his farm a month or so before. I stayed for a month and returned to the city to sell up and then I returned to the farm. I was away about a month and I liked the peace and quiet and started a garden. Pierce didn't mind me being with him and we got on very well, which led to us sharing his bed and I've been sleeping with him ever since. As far as our children know we're keeping each other company, they all visit at least once a year and we're all on good terms. After my last children (twins) were born I could've anymore due problems with their birth. But it wasn't problem as me and Mark had decided on just having 2, but we ended up with 3. Regular sex with Pierce is for our mutual pleasure and even if our children knew and didn't approve it wouldn't stop. Both now grandparents and rarely leaving the farm. I can't see myself with any other man except my brother Pierce.