***This is my first post I’ve ever made on this page. Kinda curious as to what others have to say about it because it’s an experience I’ll never forget. It’s a journey of experiences leading up to Eiffel towering my ex’s sister. Please excuse my lack of experience in writing in this genre, it too is a first for me.***
First off, I need to give you guys a bit of background history. I had been living at my ex’s house for quite some time and her sister and I were always rather close. She was like the hotter version of my ex but a few years older than her and I (still in her early-mid twenties). I would often drink with the sister and we would discuss rather deep topics. Almost like a buddy to vent to kinda deal. This went on for about a few years hanging out in secret whenever we could get away from our significant others (Which was about once a month or so). I always thought she was absolutely beautiful and would toss her some compliments every now and then. Sometimes, she would accept them and give a cheesy retort, something along the lines of “You’re not too bad yourself”. One night, we were both hammered after a party and everyone was passed out but us so we decided to chill in one of the bedrooms and watch some Netflix. Honestly can’t remember what was on the TV but a few minutes in she scooted closer to me on the couch and said “My shoulders are so stiff” as she reached over to rub them. I ended up rubbing her shoulders as she lay back in my lap. Sadly, that was as far as I got that night. She still was my girlfriend’s sister for the time being.