[f]eeling sorry for my sisters ex

This happened centuries ago. It’s probably really not all that unique in most respects. I can’t imagine being the only person to find themselves in a position like this.

I was fifteen soon to be sixteen. My sister had just turned eighteen and had been dating a guy that lived in our neighborhood. They were together off and on for over two years. I knew him well at this point. He was cute, funny, and had a car. All pluses in the teenage world at the time. He was always nice to me even during the times my sister and I were fighting (a right of passage, right girls ?). He let me tag along to the amusement park when he’d take my sister. He’d show up sometimes with pizza from a restaurant he delivered for and always made sure there would be a section of plain cheese just for me. He let me tag along on a trip to a lake once. Even if birthday and Christmas gifts were small, he never ignored me. At no time did he ever make any “moves” on me. He was just my sisters boyfriend and that’s all.

There was trouble in paradise though. They fought. A lot. His job, although important to him at the time, was insignificant. My sister wanted better. Nothing was ever good enough for her. She treated him poorly and sometimes dated other guys, all the while he waited for her to come to her senses. They’d get back together only to go through another break. I felt bad for him and told my sister she was a bitch. We fought. It was ugly.

He called and she ignored him. He called and I answered. He tried getting information from me. I told him about our fight. He said that my life shouldn’t be affected by something he had, or she had done. He resigned himself to the fact their relationship was over and asked for his ring and some other items back. My sister told me if he called again he should come by and told me what to give him. I took the items to his house instead. Within an hour we were naked, sweaty, and scared to death that he’d just cum inside of me. How did it all happen ? I don’t remember anything about the lead up except for the fact I knew I would never say no to him. It was a promise I’d made to myself that I kept. I have no idea what my sister’s problem was. He was my first. And it took decades before I found anything better under the sheets

I think of that day often. And I wonder if he thinks about it. Or, if he even remembers it. Either way, it always makes me smile

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9b5aef/feeling_sorry_for_my_sisters_ex