First of all before I begin with the story, My name is Philipa , the Storyteller, I always wondered how life would be without secrets, without the weight of hidden emotions shaping every interaction. Yet, here I am, a silent witness to my own story, desperate to peel back the layers of secrecy that shroud our lives.

Our family, the The Yankys, exuded an image of unwavering piety and unblemished virtue. The glint of prestige masked the turmoil brewing within our opulent halls. Father was the beacon of faith, his every word resonating as gospel among our community, while Freddy, my brother, and I existed within the confines of our own silent pact.

As I etch these words onto paper, the ink flows with the urgency to reveal our forbidden reality. Freddy, the enigma who shared my blood, harbored a love for me that transcended the norms set by our society. Anytime I set my eyes on my brother there is deep sharp cut in my soul and am always turned on just at the sight of him . Our bond danced precariously on the edge of societal acceptance, teetering towards a depth of love that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Our secret, our forbidden union, was an unspoken truth woven into every stolen glance and fleeting touch. It's a truth I've carried like an anchor, heavy and relentless, but in its depth, there lies an intimacy I've struggled to comprehend. Freddy is the kind of man I ever dreamed off , he is tall , dark and he has sweet lips , he knows when and what to say at any given time , he treats me like a Queen , he is basically everything I have ever wanted from a man, which happens to be my own blood brother .

Our clandestine rendezvous echoed with whispered promises, shared dreams, and the perilous thrill of our love. It was a world where societal norms held no dominion, a world where the confines of reality melted in the warmth of our embrace.

Yet, beneath the facade of bliss, lay the tremors of fear. Fear of discovery, fear of the repercussions that would shake the foundations of our family's eminent reputation. Each stolen moment was shrouded in the looming shadow of exposure, threatening to unravel the carefully crafted tapestry of our lives.

So here I am, a product of forbidden love, a product of deep passion , in a world of my own I have become a reluctant chronicler of  taboo love, setting the stage to unveil the veiled secrets of our family affair. As I embark on this journey, penning the truth that pulses within my heart, I offer a raw, unfiltered glimpse into the labyrinth of emotions that entwine us, the Yankys, in a web of desire and forbidden love.