I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend was a dream. There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister.
My prospective sister-in-law was 20 years of age, and she wore tight mini skirts and low-cut blouses. She would bend down when quite near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. I spent a great deal of time thinking about this - she never did it when she was near anyone else. One day Little Sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations.
She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome, and that she really didn't want to overcome them. She told me she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I stood, frozen in stunned shock as I watched her climb the stairs.
When she reached the top, she removed her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there a moment, then I turned and went straight to the front door. I
opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight to my car, where I spied my future father-in-law standing. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "(w)e are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."
The moral of the story is:
Always keep your condoms in the car.
