WE ARE FAMILY
Today’s contributor and her sister find themselves together in the sex trenches
When I was still in high school, I visited my older sister at
college for the weekend. I had gone up to see her a few times by myself, but this time, I decided to bring my boyfriend with me.
My sister is not the overprotective, loving family member that is stereotyped
to fit the role of an older sister, mine is the type that wants to get me as
hammered as possible so that I don’t remember getting home. With this
information into account, she bought three bottles of liquor and two cases of
beer to start off with before taking my boyfriend and me out to a party.After several hours of shots, beer die, dancing on top of the bar, and public
indecency by peeing outside in the snow, she finally drove us back to her
house. Apparently my boyfriend and I were so heated up from the alcohol in our
bodies that we started heading for second base in the backseat of my sister’s
two-door Sunfire.
Still groping each other as we walk into her house, we didn’t even say goodnight
to my sister — we went straight for the pull-out couch we were going to sleep in
downstairs. Still beyond legal limits of intoxication, we didn’t seem to care
that we were making so much noise as we started having destruction and carnage
sex.
Right in the middle of the blur, my boyfriend stopped and admitted that he was about one position change away from throwing up on me. He walked naked across my sister’s house, fell down and puked his guts out. That was the moment my sister
yelled downstairs to ask if he was okay and I realized that she heard the
entire sexcapade.
Since my sister and I don’t share ravaging stories, it was pretty embarrassing
for me. I dismissed it out of my mind and passed out in the bed.
When I woke up the next morning, I heard this thumping coming from upstairs, complete with moaning. I had forgotten that my sister’s boyfriend got off of work late
and came over after we had passed out. Now she was getting hers!
Not only did she walk downstairs with nothing but his shirt on, but she said it
was petty revenge for having to listen to our animalistic selves the night
before.
My sister and I both told our friends the story of our unwanted sisterly
closeness, but from that day on, we have never talked about our sex lives to
each other.
