25 years ago, I got my uncle‘s wife pregnant.
He still till this day doesn’t know that the now 25-year-old kid is actually mine.
My son, Thomas still doesn’t know that I’m his dad.
It happened the first night that my aunt and I lost self-control together while my uncle was away for his work. We were both drinking and using a condom in here at a moment wasn’t even a real thought.
About a month and a half to two months later when she told me that she missed her monthly visitor and at a pregnancy test was positive and considering the fact of what led up to this meeting, my uncle hadn’t had sex with her in over a year, I asked her what she wanted to do.
We both agreed that if my uncle found out she was pregnant that it wouldn’t end well for obvious reasons. She said that she wanted to keep it, but didn’t want us to get in trouble. So she decided to have sex with my uncle in that timeframe so he would think it was his.