Chelsea Atkinson cleaned out her locker with a smile. It was finally the last week of high school and summer was going to start soon. Graduation would be in three days and she felt excitement knowing she'd be heading off to college soon.

"Chelsea! Don't forget your baby pictures!" Ramona, Chelsea's best friend yelled out.

"Yeah I have to look for some. My parents said they didn't get to take too many baby pictures of me. I'm going to have to dig them up."

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow," Ramona called out as she walked away.

Chelsea headed off home. She usually saw her mother when she was home but this time her mother wasn't anywhere to be found.

"Mom?" Chelsea called out looking around the house.

The small Spanish style home was empty and Chelsea could almost hear her own echo. She decided that this would be a good time to search for her baby picture. She didn't want an embarrassing picture since all her classmates and her classmate's parents would be looking at the slide show of the student's baby pictures.

She headed up to the attic where she knew her parents kept most of their old belongings. The attic was dusty and felt humid. She turned on the light and gasped not knowing where to start looking for her baby pictures. The room was full of cardboard boxes and plastic bags.

"Oh God, where do I start? She asked herself.

She began rummaging through box after box. Some of them were labeled and some were not. She then heard noise downstairs and knew her mother was home. She decided she'd look for the pictures later. She went downstairs and greeted her mother who was getting herself a glass of water.

"Hey mom, I was just up in the attic looking for some baby pictures of me."

Wendy, Chelsea's mom, gulped. "Oh? Oh yes that's right. You need them for a slide show this Friday right?"

"Yes that's right, but mom, we have so much junk up there I don't even know where to begin!"

Wendy laughed. "Don't worry I'll help you honey. First I really need to go buy some groceries for tonight. You want to come with me?"

Chelsea smiled. "Yes! As long as you buy something good to eat tonight."

Wendy raised a brow. "Good to eat? Like what?"

Chelsea's eyes wandered. "Hmmm like…your famous chicken enchiladas that you make!"

Wendy groaned. "Oh honey those take too much time. Plus your father should be home soon and I might not have time to get it all done."

Chelsea did a pouty face. "Please? I know daddy will wait and besides, I'll be leaving soon for college and then I will hardly be able to eat your delicious food!"

Wendy laughed. "Oh Ok! You always know how to convince me."

* * *

At the grocery store, Wendy went buying all the ingredients for the enchiladas, while Chelsea stood in the magazine section reading the latest issue of Cosmo. She was getting into an article about flirting, when she noticed someone staring at her. She slowly raised her head and saw an older man and woman, probably in their early 60's or so staring at her.

Chelsea felt almost as if it was déjà vu. She felt she knew these folks or had met them sometime. Their eyes were piercing at her and she felt almost uncomfortable. She smiled at them and they looked away whispering something to each other. Chelsea put her magazine away and headed off to look for her mother.

Wendy was getting the grated cheese when Chelsea came up from behind. "Are you almost done?"

"Yes I am. What's wrong?"

Chelsea looked around as if she was going to tell Wendy a secret. "Mom, there was this elderly couple looking at me strangely just a while ago. Do I have something on my face or what?"

Wendy laughed. "No you don't have anything on your face."

"Well then, I don't understand why they were staring at me. I am so serious mom, their eyes were glued to me!"

"Oh Chelsea it's all your imagination honey."

"No it's not! Mom I just go so freaked out! I just want to get out of here."

"Alright no need to be frightened. We are leaving."

Chelsea sighed and both women walked to the check out line. Chelsea's eyes wandered the entire store to make sure she didn't run into these folks again. Something about the way they kept looking at her made her feel so strange.

After finishing bagging the food and paying, Wendy and Chelsea made their way to the parking lot. Wendy was busy opening up the car trunk and that's when Chelsea looked up and saw the same elderly couple standing only a few feet away looking at her.

"Mom!" Chelsea whispered.

"What?" Wendy asked putting one grocery bag in the trunk.

"That's them."

"Who?"

"The folks that were staring at me!"

Wendy was about to turn around when Chelsea stopped her. "Don't make it obvious mom! Just casually turn and pretend your looking all around."

Wendy rolled her eyes and turned slowly. Chelsea saw her mother's face turn white as a ghost. Wendy quickly turned away and continued to put the groceries up.

"They are pretty freaky huh mom?" Chelsea asked.

"Chelsea, get in the car please. I'm going to go put the cart away."

Chelsea shrugged and got into the car. She turned on the engine and rolled the windows down. She was about to put on the stereo, when she heard some voices. It sounded like an argument. Chelsea looked in the rearview mirror and saw her mother talking to the elderly couple. She could hardly make out the words her mother was saying but she only managed to catch a few.

"You kicked us out a long time ago. Leave us alone. We don't need you!" That was all Chelsea could hear her mother say. Did she know these folks?

Chelsea was about to get out of the car, but then stayed seated as soon as she saw her mother walking back. Wendy got in the car saying nothing. She turned on the car stereo and put it low. Chelsea eyed her mother.

"Mom? What was that about? Did you really tell them to leave me alone? Do you know them?"

"I might know them. Let's not talk about this right now Chelsea. We need to get home."

Chelsea didn't argue she just stayed silence. She could see fear and sadness mixed in her mother's green eyes. Wendy looked straight into the road and didn't talk all the way home, which was very unusual.

* * *

Chelsea helped her mother make the chicken enchiladas, while Wendy cooked the Spanish rice. Her mother hadn't spoken much since they gotten back. Chelsea felt so confused but yet she was scared to ask Wendy about what had happened back at the grocery story that afternoon.

Later on, Chelsea heard her father, pulling up to the driveway. "Dad's home," Chelsea said softly.

Wendy just nodded and continued to cook. Chelsea went out to the living room to greet her father. He walked in carrying his briefcase. He'd become a successful lawyer just like he always wanted to be.

"Hey dad," Chelsea said smiling at her father and hugging him.

Samuel Atkinson kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Hey sweetie. Where's mommy? Mmm wait a second something smells really good!"

Chelsea laughed. "Yeah I got her to make those chicken enchiladas you and I love."

"That's just a perfect ending to a perfect day."

They both walked back into the kitchen together and Chelsea's smile disappeared when she noticed her mother had been crying. "Wendy? Are you ok honey?" Samuel asked his wife.

Wendy just nodded without saying anything. Chelsea put her hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mom what's wrong? Please talk to me."

Wendy wiped her tears. "Chelsea, I need to talk to your father alone please."

Chelsea felt so confused but left the kitchen quietly. She sat in the living room hoping to hear what her mother was saying. Ever since the incident at the grocery store, her mother had been sad and angry. She'd been very quiet cooking, which was unusual for her. Wendy was usually a very upbeat and happy person.

"I couldn't believe it myself but it was them! They've got some nerve!" Chelsea heard Wendy whisper.

"Maybe they changed their minds, maybe they want to be part of our lives again," Samuel went on.

Chelsea tried to listen harder but the voices got lower and it was hard to hear anything anymore. She turned on the TV and waited until dinner was ready to be served.

At the dinner table, there was an awkward and unfamiliar silence. Chelsea kept trying to keep a conversation going but it was almost impossible when all her parents would say were things like "yeah," "oh really," "that's great."

* * *

That night, Chelsea lay in bed thinking of all the events that happened earlier. There had to be something, some kind of story behind those folks she'd seen earlier at the grocery store. The way the woman looked at her was not a cold stare but a warm, caring stare. The man also had the same caring eyes and sweet smile. She only hoped her mother would tell her what was going on. It wasn't like Wendy to keep secrets from her.

* * *

The next day after school, Chelsea went up to the attic again to search for the baby pictures for her graduation ceremony. Wendy was still at work since she taught fifth grade at the local elementary school. Chelsea continued to rummage through old boxes finding nothing but old Christmas, Halloween and New Years' decorations.

"Oh great, how in the world am I ever going to find anything in all this mess?" She asked herself.

Just then, from the corner of her eyes she saw a small chest under a few cardboard boxes. She had a feeling that her pictures might be in there. Getting up from the floor she walked towards the small cherry wood chest and took the other cardboard boxes off. She grabbed the small, but heavy chest and sat back down on the floor. As she opened it, her eyes widened and she smiled. There were tons of pictures of her mother and father when they were younger.

Wendy had told Chelsea that she'd been in love with Samuel since she was almost a child. Chelsea now understood seeing the pictures that had her mother and her father as teens at the beach, roller-skating, and at the park having a picnic. They looked so much in love in the pictures as they did now. Chelsea smiled and stared at the pictures, which were slowly beginning to fade. She dug deeper into the chest and found more pictures.

Finally she had come across some of her baby pictures. She'd found a few pictures her father took of her mother when Chelsea was still inside Wendy's belly. Her mother looked beautiful pregnant and she smiled so lovely for the camera.

Chelsea began taking out more pictures and then noticed there was a book or diary at the bottom of the chest. She looked curiously and got it out. It was indeed a diary. Must have been Wendy's diary. She knew it was wrong to look, but she was curious about what her mother wrote about.

"This is all the past anyway, besides, mom won't know I read this. I'll never tell her." Chelsea said to herself.

She slowly opened up the journal and couldn't wait to read her mother's juicy details. She knew Wendy had a secret or two. As she began to read her mind got lost in the diary.


May 16, 1985 – said the first entry.

Dear Diary,
I saw Chris McDowell today and I know he wanted to talk to me, but I was rushing to get home because I knew Samuel would be home that day from college. Ever since he'd left for college, my heart had felt so empty…[/I]

Chelsea sighed and held the diary against her chest. "Oh mom was really in love." She smiled and continued to read on.


May 17, 1985

Dear Diary,
Samuel and I got to spend some time alone today. He'd brought me a charm bracelet for my eighteenth birthday, since he hadn't been home to celebrate it last month. He asked me to go for a swim with him this afternoon and I couldn't wait since mom and dad had left to work. Finally I was able to have him all to myself.

Before we got into the pool, I couldn't help but stare at Samuel. He took off his t-shirt slowly and my heart raced. His body was so gorgeous. It was strange having these strong feelings for him but I couldn't help myself. I was in love, it was wrong but I couldn't help myself.

I felt almost shy to show off my body in a bikini for the first time. I had always been insecure about my body but I saw Samuel's eyes light up when I took off my long t-shirt. I felt myself blushing and wondered if he felt the same way I did.

We dove into the cool water that early morning and splashed around like kids. I told Samuel how much I had missed him and suddenly I found myself crying. Crying because I couldn't just yell out how much I was in love with him…..[/I]

Chelsea was puzzled. What could have been so forbidden about their love? She had to continue reading.

"Are you ok Wendy?" He asked me coming wiping the tears off my face.

"Y-yes," I said almost choking in my own tears.

"No you're not. Tell me. What's wrong?" He asked cupping my face and making me stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I've missed you…I've missed you so much," I sobbed.

"I've missed you too sis. But please don't cry. I'm home now." He put his arms around me and held me close.

Our hearts were pounding together as he pressed his body against mine. He took another look at me and I knew there was no turning back. I had to tell him. It was now or never.

"Sam, I-I….oh god!" The words were so hard to say!

"What? Tell me Wendy."

"I love you," I finally blurted out.

He licked his lips and didn't hesitate to press his lips against mine. I gasped, barely able to breathe as his lips touched mine. It was like a dream come true. Finally, I was able to kiss my brother, the one and only man I had ever loved.

I felt his tongue gliding on my lips. My lips parted so naturally inviting his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues caressed against one another, as we got lost in this passionate kiss. Samuel lifted me up carrying me in the water. I wrapped my legs around him and continued to kiss him and him how much I was in love with him.

He broke out kiss, leaving me aching for more. "Oh Wendy, I love you so much baby. I think I always have."

"I've always loved you. It feels so good to tell you!" Wendy cooed.

He smiled and took me into his arms again, giving me yet another sensual long wet kiss. My toes curled and never felt happier in my entire life. Sam broke our kiss again and stared into my eyes.

"I think it's a bit too hot out here don't you?"

I nodded knowing what he wanted. He led me out of the pool wrapping a big towel around both of our bodies. Once again he pressed his body against mine. His lips trailed down my jaw line and down to my neck. His lips brushed against my skin making me want him more than ever.

"I want to be with you Wendy. I want to be with you…like a guy would want to be with his girlfriend."

My heart pounded. "You do?"

"Yes, but only if you want the same thing. Baby, I would never force you not to do something you didn't want."

"I do want this. I want you. I love you!" I shrieked and reached up to kiss him.

We went into the house, which was quiet, nice and cool. Sam and I walked hand in hand upstairs to his room. He closed the door and I stood silent for a moment waiting for the most precious moment of my life to happen.

His bedroom window was open so the sunlight crept into the room letting us get a wonderful view of one another. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly moved them around me. I felt him tugging at my bikini top until it came loose. I closed my eyes for a moment as my top fell to the floor. I was scared since I had never let any boy see my breasts before. I knew they were small, especially for being eighteen years old. I tried to cover myself up but Sam took my hands off my chest.

"Don't do that Wendy. Oh my god sis you are so beautiful. You have beautiful breasts."

I blushed. I wanted him to touch me but he just stared for what seem to be forever. I felt a hot rush flow through my entire body when his hands reached up to touch my breasts. He touched me so gently running his fingers on my hard nipples. I couldn't help but moan.

"You like that baby?" He asked.

"Uh huh." I muttered hoping he wouldn't stop.

His fingers then pinched my nipples getting me so excited. He teased my nipples with his fingers for a moment and then leaned down to tantalize me with his mouth! Oh god his mouth felt so good on my hard nipples. His warm saliva coated my nipples as he moved his tongue in circles.

"Oh Sam!" I cooed captivated by his love.

My arms were wrapped around him while he continued to tease me with his mouth. He took turns sucking on each nipple making me hotter. His hands ran up and down my back slowly putting me at ease. After a few minutes of sensual torture, he looked up at me and kissed me softly.

"I want to be inside of you Wendy. I know that's wrong, but I love you so much."

"I love you too. With all of my heart!"

He said nothing else. Instead, he lifted me up, easily picking me up and laid me on his bed. I stared up at him while he began to take his swimming trunks off. I wanted to stare at his cock but I was too shy. I'd never seen a man's cock, at least not in real life. Magazines and movies don't count until you really see one in person.

He climbed on the bed with me kissing me passionately once again. His lips soon left mine and moved down my chin, to my neck and then slowly to my chest. My heart raced when I realized he wasn't stopping at my chest. He continued slithering his tongue down to my tummy. I felt him grab the sides of my bikini bottom and began to tug on it. I lifted my body up slightly giving him access to remove my bottom. It wasn't long before I was completely naked. We both were.

He got up and grabbed my legs sliding me down to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, and being the naïve girl I was, I had no idea what a wonderful treat my brother had for me. He put his head between my legs. I captured his warm breath, as he got closer to my pussy. The slight touch of his lips made me jolt. Never in my life had I felt anything so beautiful. His tongue then slowly began to lick my sensitive clit. I spread my legs wider and moaned.

He stopped for a second and looked up at me. "Sis, sit up a bit. I want you to watch me taste you. Please."

I did as he said and raised my body up slightly until I could see him between my legs. He went back to pleasuring me. His hands spread my lips open and he vigorously licked me. His eyes met mine as we stared at each other in that wonderful moment. I watched his tongue flick on my swollen clit until I couldn't take it anymore. A rush of ecstasy went through my entire body. I let myself fall back on the bed barely able to moan from the intense pleasure but soon enough I moaned louder than ever as I exploded on my brother's mouth. I felt my juices ooze out and heard him drinking me up. My body was still as my heart raced. I lay trying to recover from my incredible orgasm. I could feel Sam's lips still wrapped around my clit until he finally released my aching clit.

Sam got back up and wiped his mouth rushing to kiss me. I could taste my own pussy in my brother's mouth. Our tongues pressed against one another mixing our saliva and my juices in our mouths.

"Oh my God! I came! I came so hard!" I gasped.

"You sure did. You looked so beautiful climaxing. I promise to make you cum like that more often."

I blushed and pulled him closer to me. "I need you to make love to me," I said to him. The words came out so naturally.

He touched my face and nodded. "I want to make love to you. Are you a virgin sis?"

"Yes."

He smiled. "I love you Wendy."

"And I love you. Now show me how much you love me."

He laughed softly and stood back up. He put my legs around his waist and then aimed his cock for my tight entrance. I knew sex the first time would hurt, but I knew Sam would make the experience amazing for me. The sharp pain of his cock trying to enter me was excruciating. I shut my eyes tight and Sam reached down rubbing my tummy and whispering comforting words.

"Hold on for a minute Wendy. It's going to hurt baby, but if it hurts too much I can stop."

I looked up at him. "No, don't stop. Keep going."

He did and finally after some struggling, he managed to slide his cock in me. I felt my opening stretch little by little with each thrust of his cock. I had to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was losing my virginity to my brother. He felt so wonderful inside of me. After a few minutes he leaned down and began pumping me harder and faster. We began to kiss as we made love. The pain vanished and I wanted my brother more than ever. I was becoming a woman, his woman. He pushed himself deeper inside of me until I felt an intense pain but shrugged it off. Sam looked into my eyes after that. His lips parted and he threw his head back.

"Ahhhh oooh yeah! I'm c-cuming!"

I had no idea what to expect until I felt his seed shooting deep inside. It was so warm spurting deep and hard. I watched him slow his rhythm until he grew soft inside of me. He let his cock slip out of my pussy and fell next to me on the bed. He gasped for air and sweat rolled down his face. I turned over to kiss him softly on the lips.

"That was so….wow!" I said in a shaky voice.

"Yes, it was. You were so tight Wendy. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you let me take your cherry."

"I let you because you mean everything to me. What other guy can I ever love more?"

"I hope no other guy. I hope I'm the only one for you."

"You are." I kissed him.

He slowly raised his body up and almost made me jump up when he gasped. "What? What is it?" I asked frantically.

"Blood. There's blood." He said.

"Yes of course. You popped my cherry."

He blushed. "Oh I thought I had hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you."

I put my arms around him and we held each other for what seemed to be forever.


Chelsea put the diary down and gulped. "Oh my God! Mom and dad are brother and sister!" She said to herself.

She got up and paced the room. She could stop reading or she could go on. She needed to know the truth about her past. Was she an incest child? She didn't know what to think for that moment. Hating her parents was one thing Chelsea could never do, no matter what the situation was. Her parents had been the most loving and caring parents any child could ever hope for.

Chelsea eyed the journal and went to sit down to read it again.

July 4, 1985

Dear Diary,

I'm scared; I think I might be pregnant. I'm very late on my period and today I had my first morning sickness. Mom woke me up early to help her make some food for the barbeque for our Fourth of July dinner, and as soon as I smelled the food, I got very sick. Mom thinks it's the summer flu, but little does she know….


July 25, 1985

Dear Diary,

It's official, I am pregnant. About eight weeks, according to Dr. Mayer. I didn't dare tell him it was Sam's baby, since he is our family doctor. I told Sam and instead of freaking out, he simply put his arms around me and said everything was going to be ok. We cried together, tears of joy.

Chelsea felt tears run down her face as she continued to read.

August 6,1985

Dear Diary,
Sam will be leaving in a few more days back to college. We've decided to tell our parents tomorrow about our baby. I don't know what to expect from them, well I sort of do, but we can only hope for the best. It's not an easy situation for any parent.

August 7, 1985

Dear Diary,
This might be my last entry, at least for a while. As I expected, mom and dad were very upset about the pregnancy. They yelled at us, more at Sam saying he should have been more responsible. Basically, they've kicked me out and said they've disowned both Sam and I. Sam says he'll take me back to school with him so we could live together. Having a child will put a pause on our education at least for a while. Sam's getting a full-time job and going to school part-time to help support me. I love him with all of my heart.

November 16, 1985

Dear Diary,
I'm back, sorry it's been so long. So much has happened to me. I've got a big belly that holds my brother's baby. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. I already know it's going to be a girl. I'd always dreamed of my first child being a girl. Everywhere I go in this small college town, everyone smiles at me and congratulates me. Sam proudly holds my hand as we walk down the streets. He's proud to be the father of my soon to be born child. At night, he rubs my belly and tells me how much he loves me. I love being pregnant.

On the sad note, mom and dad have not talked to us. We've tried calling, but they always hang up. I hope they give in soon and realize they are going to have a beautiful grandbaby.

February 23, 1986

Dear Diary,
I finally got some time to write to you again. What can I say? I told you I was going to have a baby girl. She's beautiful. I named her Chelsea. Right know as I write to you, she's peacefully sleeping. Sam has been working overtime to get me whatever our baby needs.

Mom and dad did not come to my delivery. They said awful things about my daughter. I don't hate them, I never will. One day, I still hope they will accept Sam and I being in love.

For now we enjoy our little girl and I promise to be a good mother to her. At least I will try my hardest. One day she will have to know the truth about her parents. It will not be easy, but she needs to know. Hopefully she will understand.

Chelsea closed the diary and sobbed softly. She couldn't believe it. It felt as if she were dreaming. "I still love you," she said to herself. Chelsea took a deep breath and wiped her tears off her face. She knew what she had to do. Grabbing her baby pictures, she headed back downstairs.

* * *

Chelsea drove around the small college town for a while until she spotted someone familiar. The elderly couple sat in a park bench sipping on water and enjoying the afternoon. Chelsea parked her car and slowly walked towards them. The elderly couple froze for a moment watching her getting closer to them.

"Hi," Chelsea said casually. She saw the woman's brown eyes widened.

"H-hello," the man spoke out.

"I believe you already know who I am right?" Chelsea questioned.

The woman didn't reply. Instead, she began to cry. The man comforted his wife. Chelsea's heart broke. She didn't hate her grandparents. She had to understand how they must have felt discovering their children were in love with each other.

"Don't cry grandma," Chelsea whispered.

The woman wiped her tears and stood up. She put her arms around Chelsea. "I'm sorry honey. I'm so sorry for everything."

Chelsea held her grandmother and her grandfather approached her. He put his arms around her as well. "I understand. Just know I do not hate you. I'm glad you are trying to get back to your children's lives. And even though they are adults, they still need you both."

"We know. We know we can't make up for all the years of pain we've caused Sam and Wendy, but we want to try."

"It's never too late grandpa. I'll tell you what. Come by the house tonight. You and my parents have a lot to talk about."

"We couldn't do that. They hate us."

"No they don't. They would never hate you."

"Ok we'll be there, but don't be surprised if they kick us out." Chelsea's grandfather said.

"Believe me they won't. I will make sure of it."

* * *

Later that evening, after dinner, Chelsea looked at the living room clock nervously waiting for the arrival of her grandparents. Sam and Wendy joined her in the living room to watch some TV. The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Chelsea stood up.

"I'll get it," she said cheerfully.

Sam and Wendy were in a conversation when suddenly their faces turned pale as they saw their parents standing before them.

Sam stood up and walked towards them. "Mom? Dad?"

"What are you doing here?" Wendy asked walking towards them.

They stood in front of each other, speechless.

"They are here to apologize for everything. To be a family again," Chelsea announced.

"Chelsea, what do you mean?" Wendy asked nervously.

"Mom, I know you and dad are brother and sister. I read your diary. I didn't mean to but it was there when I was searching for my baby pictures."

"Chelsea! That's not right," Wendy said sternly.

"She had to find out sometime," Sam muttered.

"Chelsea, I'm sorry I never told you. It's just that-"

"You were scared what I would think. Well you know what I think? I think you two are the best parents anyone could ever have. You raised me well and now this is a way for me to pay you back. Please mom, dad, make up with our parents."

Wendy began to cry. Sam put his arms around his wife. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Chelsea saw her grandparents' faces' light up. "See! I told you they would make up with you. Now I will leave you to talk. "

Chelsea went to her room. She felt so happy, finally being able to get her family together again.

* * *

Chelsea sat next to her mother. Wendy put her hand over her daughters and they sat back watching the senior class picture slide show. All the senior class took their baby pictures to be on the show. Parents, grandparents and others showed to celebrate.

Chelsea looked over and saw her grandparents sitting down the same row next to her father. They all smiled as Chelsea's baby pictures came up. "Oh mom, I was such a pretty baby," Chelsea said sarcastically.

"Yes you were, and you still are. I love you honey."

"I love you mom. Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for being on this earth. You're my angel you know that?"

Chelsea smiled. She squeezed her mother's hand and went back to watching the slideshow. They lived as one big happy family, filled with unconditional love.



The End

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