The Incest By: OJ. Thorpe

Hi guys, how have you been?, I really appreciate all my readers, God bless you, would really love to get feedback from this week post, it is a very crucial situation.

Without disclosing their real names, Titi and Tunde have been dating for 5years, during past years Titi notice how emotional attached Tunde was to Feyi who they both claim they were siblings but didn’t but did give of the suspicious trait she started suspected when she came over to her fiancé place without him expecting her and behold to her face she met Tunde and her suppose sister in-law both naked.

When she confronted them, he gave an excuse of them playing like that from were they were kids, She again over looked this situation but still kept on asking her inner self some questions doubting everything but felt it was brotherly love.

After some month Tunde proposed to her and she accepted, it was some days to their wedding when she decided to pay a surprise visit to Him, unknowingly to Tunde he forgot to lock the the door leading to the bedroom, Titi saw her supposed sister in-law sleeping with her husband to be.

It took them time to notice her present because of the act they were so enclose in, she had to bang the door for them to notice her presence and immediately walked out of them and Tunde ran after her begging that she shouldn’t tell anyone.

Presently I am faraway from home, everyone have been calling to hear from me, the wedding is for 10:00AM on Sunday, I am confused, I don’t know what to do.

Thanks for reading, what do you think about this scenario Titi is going through?, do you think she should go ahead with the marriage because of cost being paid for the process? or because of she wouldn’t want to tell her family member about it or she shouldn’t engage in it due to issues that may arise from it in the future?.

What would be your advice , if she was your best friend.

©ojthorpe

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