My Fiancé's Sister
She will pay, everyone will.
I wrote this just for fun—no moral meaning or anything new. This story I wrote five years ago was one of my first. I just edited the grammar with Grammarly and spell check. If you have anything better for thirty minutes, do it.
Warning: this is a RAAC with Revenge. Don't bitch later.
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Damn, just damn, some things never change. My name is John, not my real name. I am a 64-year-old surgeon and senior partner at an orthopedic clinic. I'm well known in my field and will not give you my real name. I do not want this to come back on me for what I did long ago. After all, I would be admitting to a felony.
I love reading Reddit cheating stories. I came across a story that brought back memories. I just read a story about a young man that found out that his fiancé had gotten drunk and screwed a stripper. It was filmed and posted on a Porn Site. She was out of it and didn't stop or remember it. Some friends she had. True story: they didn't get married.
The couple lived together, and the girl left her phone on the coffee table. The future bride's phone buzzed with a text message:
The guy picked it up, and his life turned into a nightmare,
"Call me when you get home."
But what caught the future groom's attention was that she had left her phone on the coffee table, and the young man picked it up and looked at it.
The previous message went up like this.
"Hey, Sis, are you ok.".
"Yeah."
"Are you going to tell him that you got drunk and fucked the stripper?"
"Hell no, I was drunk, and it was an accident. If he found out, we would be through. I love him more than anything and don't want to lose him."
He sat in shock. She came out of her room and said she loved him but was late for work. She kissed him goodbye like nothing happened. By the time she got home that afternoon, he had packed up his gear and left.
He went to live with a friend she didn't know about. His phone blew up that afternoon, and his fiancé was looking for him. He hadn't called her all day. He finally called and told her that he knew what she had done. Before he considered it, she and her sister had to tell her parents what they had done. Everyone, including his parents, was working on getting them back together, and it was a drunken mistake.
That is where I'll stop. I will tell you what happened at the end. This is where my story begins.
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I've known Mary (again, not her real name) my whole life. That night, my parents and I went to my father's best friend's house for dinner. Both were doctors.
We were ten years old, and I was smitten with her that night. From that moment, our families have vacationed together at least once a year. We swam in each other's pools and spent every free moment we could talking and being together. Nobody in school even tried to get between us. By the time we were 14, we both knew we had found our one true love.
The only problems we had were caused by her little bitch of a younger sister. I called her "the Bitch." I would always mouth to her when no one saw me, and she would return with an evil smile. Her Christian name was Virginia.
I never understood why she hated me, but she did. She would tell Mary that she would see me cheating on her and kissing other girls. After Mary and I had our third fight about this, we finally figured out what was going on, and we decided right then that we would talk to each other about it before we jumped to any more conclusions. We finally figured out when the bitch was lying; it was when she moved her lips.
This continued even after I graduated from college and attended medical school. After graduating with one year of internship, I asked Mary to marry me. I had four more to go before I became a specialist surgeon, and we couldn't wait any longer.
Mary grew up to be a beautiful woman. She was a Kindergarten teacher at the local pre-K, where she loved working with little children. I knew she would make a great mom someday.
She was a 5'8" tall brunette with a thin body and size 38 B cups. I never minded them being small; I have seen naked women dissecting them for my anatomy class. If they were old and had big breasts, they looked like fried eggs that had flatted out and would roll over to the sides of their chest, and I thought it was disgusting.
I was a starting linebacker at an Ivy League school. I was 6'4", weighed 235, and was ripped from working out for 12 years. I was often told that I was handsome or cute, but I just blew it off by saying they needed glasses. I always just saw myself as an average-looking guy.
We hadn't had sex until after college. Yep, we were both virgins. And trust me, it took every bit of willpower to hold off. We didn't have a hookup culture back then. But many young maidens offered to take their turn at the well. Rumors seemed to be about my time in the showers and the weapon I carried. I was a one-woman man, and Mary was my best friend.
I guess it was a waste of time not having our fun earlier. After we graduated, we got carried away on a beach in Jamaica, and, well, you know.
Our parents didn't believe us when we later told them. Mary and I looked at each other and smirked; looking at our parents, I stared at mine and Mary's at hers.
"Why don't you believe us, Mom and Dad? You told us you waited that long." Both sets of parents changed the subject as they blushed.
"No, Mom and Dad, you guys aren't getting off that easy. Mary and I had the pinned and were smiling ear to ear." they knew it.
"Both of you said you were married before you did it and dated younger more than us. Are you trying to tell me you didn't wait?" I watched our father grinning ear to ear. "You are not lying to us now, are you?"
Both moms were fidgeting, trying to figure out what to say.
Mary interjected, "Mom, let's see." Counting on her fingers, Mary said, "You were married in June, and I was born in..."
Her mother stood up indignantly and replied, "I have, you know, young lady. You were born nine months after we were married."
