no i am not Nigerian. I am south African by decent. I was born and raised in USA. My girlfriend/fiance is caucasian. Its been 3 yrs since we contacted our parents. We celebrate everything together holidays, vacations, birthdays. we live together as a married couple.

We both work to support ourselves. Thank god for scholarships that pays for our college tuition.

I dunno about you guys,

I come a single father and just me home. I had a crush on this girl, as far back as i can remember. when i turned 11 she was 10, i asked her to be my girl. Being innocent kids she agreed, a year later we were having sex in her mom's house.

Now we were 15 & 14, a dreadful day we returned from school went in her bedroom and had sex. Well my mistake was after sex i should have left but fell a sleep, that same evening her mom caught us in her bed, buck ass naked, a sleep.

OMFG was she mad, she called my dad and asked him to pick me up and told him what had happen. This was the first time my dad even knew i had a girlfriend. he came to her house grabbed me by the ear and got royally pissed off. while i sat in the car he went inside to talk to her mom, to this day i have no clue what was said.

After that day my relationship with this girl was either in school or through her friends taking her to the mall. we would sneak in the mall's restroom and have sex.

Six months had passed like this and one day in the mall i caught my dad and her mom walking around holding hands. I was shocked!!! they didn't see me so i ran back to my girlfriend's and told her what i saw. we never confronted our parents. And let the day, and months pass cause when our parents were out we were together, we were kids we didn't know any better.

I still remember that day my dad took me to my girlfriend's house and after a very very quiet dinner. they told us they were getting married!!!
They never knew that me and my girlfriend were still having sex and were in love. Ohh we argued with our parents but to no avail. we never told them about us though, fear i guess.

Four months later they got married and started living at our house.

Me and my girlfriend/step sister, we stopped having sex, and we both fell in a state of confused depression. we weren't sure how to handle this.

Almost a year had passed and we had finally started being normal around each other, going to school, got new girl friend and she a boy friend.

Ahh!! i remember a fine summer day it was. Sun was shinning, no clouds in the sky, every now and then a cool breeze will follow, birds singing. I was in the pool having a relaxing "float" and my step sister joined me.

We were talking in general about school, boys, girls, friends, etc, then we finally talked about us, what we had what we were doing back then, during this she would say something pause look at me i would say something pause and look at her. We got real uncomfortable, she jumped of her float and ran back in the den saying that she had to go to the bathroom. she had no idea i followed her. I told her that we should talk about it so that we aren't so uncomfortable alone around each other, then she turned around and told me that she still thinks about us, she misses the intimacy we shared and she still loves me.

During my shocked stare she reached over and kissed me, i had many many many emotions running through me, but what conquered all was the feeling of relieve and i just grabbed her and kissed her like finding a long lost love returned. we had sex in the den and it was good, really good. manly cause we took our time in having sex not rush it. we had sex all through high school.

we both got accepted into the same college far away from our home. we both live together and love each other. we have talked about marriage, kids, a family.

we both have coped with our situation by saying that our parents were selfish in not considering that the first time they met we were caught having sex.

So by your def. we don't care if people call us incest or whatever, we are not blood related, never have been.