Thanksgiving with our parents was initially a very difficult and painful experience for my sister Jen and me, but it served to knock down one final barrier in our lives. We actually felt a sense of relief that our parents know knew about our love for each other, though we clearly spared them the sordid details. We never intended to cause them grief or heartache, but we weren't about to deny what we truly felt about each other. We didn't want to continue to deceive them and live our lives like it was a lie. It was out of our hands now and up to our parents to accept that their son and daughter were lovers or disown us as their children. We could only hope that they would accept our relationship in the end and continue to be part of our lives.
I can honestly say that after the big reveal, Jen and I never had a serious discussion about whether what we were doing was wrong or whether we should stop. We never entertained those thoughts. Jen had some prior sexual experience with a couple guys, but she couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else. Though I lacked sexual experience prior to Jen, I seriously doubted that I could feel about another woman the way I felt about Jen!
Weeks passed before mom called and spoke to Jen. She said she was seeing a counselor to help her deal with this revelation of sibling incest, but dad was not interested in even bringing up the subject. He was sort of in denial about the whole thing according to mom. At least mom was making an effort. It gave us hope, but we would definitely be spending our first Christmas together alone.
Fortunately for us, our new found friends, Cathy and Mark, were going to be staying for the holidays as well, so at least we would have company to celebrate with!
Jen and I didn't have a lot of money to spend, so our gifts to each other were pretty meager. Jen got us both a Christmas ornament that commemorated "Our First Christmas." She got me a sexy negligee that she wore to bed Christmas Eve. I got her a necklace, which was a pretty fair exchange, I would say. No, not a pearl necklace.
New Year's Eve was extremely eventful. Jen and I and Cathy and Mark walked to a local bar to ring in the New Year. We drank and danced and drank some more. At the drop of midnight, we kissed passionately, assuring each other that this next year would be even better than the last.
"Oh my god! Jenny?" Shouted a voice from the crowd.
Jen turned around to be greeted by Chad Baumgartner, a guy from high school who she dated a couple times. He was a bit of a jerk and he dumped her when he couldn't get to first base with her after the second date.
"Jenny! It is you! Happy New Year!" Chad said as he grabbed and hugged her. He was clearly inebriated, but then again, so were we all.
Chad had seen Jen and me passionately kissing, but obviously didn't recognize me at first, so he turned his attention to me and asked Jen, "Who's the lucky guy?"
His mouth dropped when he recognized it was me. "Jason? What the hell?" He turned to look at Jen with a puzzled look on his face. "Your brother? What's going on here? Why were you kissing your brother like that?"
"That's obviously not my brother, Chad. You're blind drunk. Go away, Chad. Bye!" Jen said loudly as she turned her back on him.
Jen looked over at Cathy and Mark, attempting to gauge their reaction.
"I dated that guy, Chad, a couple times in high school and he's nothing but a dumb jock. He obviously can't hold his alcohol." My sister explained.
"I guess it's time to go home. Right sis!" I joked to Jen.
Cathy and Mark laughed.
"You know what they say, incest is best!" Mark said laughingly, trying to make light of the awkward situation Chad had just created.
We continued to joke about it on our drunken walk home.
"Hey you guys! Mark and I have a confession to make." Cathy exclaimed seriously. "We're not actually married. We're really brother and sister, just like you guys."
We all stopped in our tracks and looked at Cathy. She looked at us straight in the eyes and let out a huge laugh.
