A month before our wedding, my fiancée asked me to swing by her sister’s condo and pick up her favorite old sweatshirt. She said she’d left it there after a family barbecue and really wanted it back before the honeymoon.
I knocked on the door and her sister answered wearing workout leggings and a fitted top. I'd always thought my fiancée's sister was hot but she was exceptionally hot today. She’d clearly just come in from a jog and still had that fresh-from-the-shower look. She handed me the sweatshirt and gave me a quick hug that lasted just a second too long.
As I turned to leave, she said, “What’s the rush?”
I told her I didn’t want to interrupt her afternoon. That’s when she lowered her voice and said, “Before you marry my sister, I need you to know I think you're super hot, and I've always wanted to get it on with you. If you want to have a last little bit of fun before you walk down that aisle, it will be our little secret.”
I didn’t say a word. I spun around and headed straight for my car like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic.
When I got outside, my fiancée and her parents were standing by the driveway, all smiles. Her dad clapped me on the back and said, “Son, that was quite a test. We’re proud to welcome you to the family.”
Her sister stepped out behind me laughing and said, “Well, I’ll be. I have to hand it to you there; I didn't think you'd turn me down." I was dumbfounded. We all hugged and went out for dinner.
And the moral of the story?
Always keep your condoms in your glove compartment of your car.
