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There's a world of difference between consensual incest, and not knowing that it wrong.
I was brought up in a loving home where I didn't know that 'daddys special massage' was actually masturbating him, and kissing mummy goodnight didn't involve her face.
I know that I love them, they love me, but for years when I realised that what we'd done was 'wrong' (my twin sister was involved too) I kept as far away from them as I could. My first child didn't see them for the first five years of his life, and it was only when they promised on their lives that they wouldn't touch him sexually that he began to see them.
Despite all this, and for my own reasons, I got sexually involved with them both as an adult for a few years, and appreciated that I was never forced into anything as a child.
Because of my upbringing I have, at times, contemplated doing things with my kids, and I've always been open when they've asked questions, but I've resisted in the way that I think my parents should have done.
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