Quirky Relationships...

[TragicAlliance]

My little sister's birthday is coming up, and since our mother is going to be going under the knife on the day of the birthday, we were planning on getting together sometime this weekend instead. Today I asked when I needed to make the trip (I live an hour away from my mother and sister) and was told, "Your sister's boyfriend lost his great-grandmother earlier, so it may not be until next week."

 

To start with... I have always had an interesting relationship with my little sister's boyfriend. I've never once felt any sort of sexual attraction to him, nor would I ever do that to my sister. He and I are both gamers, though, where my sister is not. One night the three of us were playing Pokemon (yeah, go ahead and laugh) and drinking. The night progressed, and before we knew it, we were all drunk. Apparently my sister was feeling a bit frisky, but her boyfriend was too wrapped up playing videogames with me, and I was obliviously intoxicated. She eventually got cranky and excused herself from the "party." So it was me and her boyfriend.

 

We soon lost the ability to play videogames, due to short attention spans and inebriation, so we settled on watching television instead. Had no clue what we were watching, but it was apparently hilarious. Then he suddenly came up with a great idea: "Hey, let's bake a cake for your sister!" I thought it was an awesome idea, so we went for it.

 

(Side note: Attempting to bake a cake - and attempting to convince your mother that you're sober - is quite a challenging ordeal when you've drank a bit. She saw through our ruse though, and simply told us to clean up our mess when we were done and be quiet so we didn't wake my stepdad.)

 

After spilling a lot of the cake mix on the table - and having an odd conversation about passing out and waking up coated in cake batter - we managed to get through it. It was then that my sister, who was WAY beyond drunk now, stormed out into the yard. She had gotten mad at us - him for ignoring her and me for "stealing him away" - and drank herself blind alone in her room. We chased after her as she attempted to take a drunken walk through the woods at 3 in the morning. We finally calmed her down enough to come home and talk with our mother... it wouldn't be until much later that we would discover why my sister was so upset.

 

I apologized PROFUSELY to my sister, telling her that if I had known she wanted to spend intimate time with her boyfriend, I'd have made him go spend time with her. She said she wasn't mad at me and that she understood. Everybody was good again.

 

As time's progressed, I've found her boyfriend to be a little difficult to deal with. I think he's got feelings for me that he's not telling anyone. When we were all living with our mother, he would frequently confide in me when he was drunk, and he seemed to be a little... friendly.

 

Besides this, he has a rather short temper; not the clearest thinker (served jail time for DUI, so my sister carts him around EVERYWHERE since his license is suspended)... basically duped all of us into thinking he was stable. He took total advantage of my parents' hospitality - when he was arrested for his DUI, his own parents wouldn't bail him out... but my parents did. They then let this guy move in with us while he was serving his weekends-only jail sentence.

 

Fast forward a few months to today, where I hear he's suffered a loss in his family. I set aside my general feelings towards him and check up to make sure he's okay. He tells me he's fine, and we start casually chatting. But things slowly start taking an interesting turn, and before I know it, he's informing me that he's currently spanking my sister.

 

I didn't take it as much of a shock... I've known about their games (unfortunately had the unpleasant accidental glimpse of them once) for a while now. I kinda laughed and joked that she was lucky, as I have that same fetish. He replied... with an offer.

 

"I could spank you sometime if you like. I wouldn't mind." I was massively taken aback... this is the guy ENGAGED to my sister to be MARRIED in November! I didn't respond so he asked me if I had misbehaved and been "a bad girl." I scoffed... can't say I have been... he decided then, "Well, then, I'll say you've been bad. Want to continue?"

 

I declined the offer immediately. He shrugged it off and said, "Well maybe next time then" and then confided to me: "Your sister and I have a lot more 'freedom' now, if you know what I mean. And just so you know, your sister knows I'm telling you all this." Unfortunately, yes, I can guess what he means.

 

I'm trying to figure out what exactly has transpired since we all got out from under our mother's roof. My sister was extremely clingy and possessive of her boyfriend (she admitted to nearly jumping me and beating me one night because she thought I was hitting on him... albeit she'd had several shots of tequila before that occurred)... and suddenly she's in an obviously open relationship? And they're gonna be married? Excuse me for possibly being a prude or something, but I thought that marriage was a union for TWO people only?

 

I guess this relationship is better than the one I have with my older sister's boyfriend - an abusive, bipolar, unemployed drug-addict. One who tried to coax me into smoking crack with him only days after I had returned home from rehab. (Long story.) When my sister got wind of what occurred between me and him... she took HIS side. Claimed I was lying, as he obviously denied everything... basically threw me outta her life. Nearly six months later, I'm just beginning to rebuild that relationship with her.

 

My life has definitely gotten weird in the last month. I feel so... tame... compared to my sisters. Older sister's dealing with a mooching abuser... younger sister's being a swinger... then there's me, single and spending countless nights awake all night trying to digest everything that's happened this past month.

 

Looks like my grandfather was right. Told my family when I was 2 (my sister was just a baby), "This one [me] will never give you a moment's trouble. But this one [my little sister]? She's got the devil dancing in her eye."

 

How he knew that when I was a hellion toddler and she was an angelic baby... we'll ever know. My grandfather was an amazing man, God rest his soul. I'm honored to be named after him.

 

But yeah. Life is definitely quirky... and so is my family.

[alethean]

Here's my reaction:

 

1. I agree with you. I think your sister's boyfriend does have feelings for you. Which leads me to wonder whether your sister's bf is telling the truth. Do you really think your sister would go from being possessive to sharing with her own brother? Since this guy likes you, I'd be careful with believing what's he's saying. Not that I think you'd take up the offer or anything, but...yeah. Watch out.

 

2. Your sisters have odd tastes in men.

[TragicAlliance]

I wound up visiting my mother yesterday in order to take care of some financial issues we'd been discussing when she informed me my little sister and her boyfriend would be stopping by as well. I stayed around (I live an hour away from them) so I could see them. During the evening, my sister's boyfriend pulled me away from everyone and walked me to the car, where he showed me the bottle of booze he had bought for "your sister's birthday party pregame." I wasn't sure why he bothered showing me this when he suddenly spanks me! I squirm a little and pull away, and he finds the whole thing funny.

 

A few minutes later, my little sister comes out to tell her boyfriend that she's getting ready to head back to their apartment. She looks at me and asks her boyfriend, "You were telling her then?" He grins and nods his head. She tells me, "He and I are going to have sex tonight, otherwise we'd invite you over to see our place and meet the kitten." Our mother comes out and my sister decides to have a change of heart... she looks to our mother and says, "Do you think she [me] would be able to find her way back here from the apartment?"

 

I should've known it was a trap! When we arrived at the apartment, they promptly began explaining their lifestyle to me, and he grabbed me and began spanking me again. My sister was threatening to get a restraint bar to use against me because I was fighting. Anyway, things got a little weird, and I resorted to bursting into tears to get everyone to back off. Everybody calmed down after my outburst, and after a while my sister went to sleep. Her boyfriend asked me to take a walk with him and I agreed.

 

I confronted him about his feelings for me, and after a little dodging of my question, he finally confirmed my suspicions. He told me he was practicing a crazy amount of self-control as not to do anything to me, as he finds my prolonged celibacy strange. (But that's a post for a different forum.) The night progressed... I won't elaborate. But the entire thing was extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

 

...Now try to imagine how uncomfortable and awkward it is now that I've discovered that he's not her boyfriend... he's her HUSBAND! As it turns out, they secretly eloped 2 months ago, and we only found out today. The drama continues...

[TragicAlliance]

Oh my God, if only it WERE simply fiction. I couldn't have created this messy of a storyline if I had wanted to... and I've been writing stories and poems for YEARS!

 

Hell, maybe I should try to make something positive out of all of this drama... does it have potential to be a decent sexual novel? I need an idea for a new project...

 

Humor aside, no, this is all true story.

[thehead]

I enjoyed reading this. Its a weird story but you tell it well. Writing talent shows.

[TragicAlliance]

Thank you, thehead, for the compliments! =)

 

I've always had a wicked imagination as a child, and as I progressed into my teen years I started turning my daydreams into stories. It seems that my gift for story-telling extends beyond fiction, as I used to have people tell me that my retelling of a normal day could be fascinating to hear. A lot of my friends call me a "wordsmith."

 

Unfortunately I also have a problem with getting a little wordy, and using words that sometimes, people don't understand. I've always had a good grasp on language and words... my nickname when I was 9 was "Webster." I try to keep myself in check so I don't confuse or intimidate people... I've been told sometimes that I'm "unapproachable" because of my vocabulary...