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“Did you have to sleep with my sister?”

That’s not the question I wanted to hear from my best bud.
On his wedding day no less.
As kids, I tried to make her hate me.
It was my way of not picking the forbidden fruit.
Now, my buddy is forcing me to dance with her to the first song.
I step on her dress and all I hear is RIPPPPP.
Once that curvy body was unleashed, there was no stopping my desire.
We aren’t kids anymore. No games. No limits. This time, I’m taking what’s mine.
I just didn’t expect to have to tell my best friend what came next.
“Dude, your sister is pregnant, and I’m the one delivering the baby.”