When my older sister got dumped.

My older sister, Jenny and I did not fight but we never had much to do with each other either. She was seventeen, two years older than me. We lived in a suburb of Atlanta in a nice middle classed area.

One day I was home alone in my room doing my homework when I heard the door slam. Jen went quickly past my room. I could hear he crying loudly. She went into her room and slammed the door. I could still hear her crying. After a couple minutes I had to go check on her. I slowly opened her door. “Jen, are you OK?”

“That son of a bitch, Nick. I caught him making out with Jessica. He had her big fat ugly tits out sucking on them. I’m never going to speak to him again.” Then she just started crying again. I walked over and hugged her around the shoulder. She lay her head on my shoulder and sobbed and sobbed. Finally she collapsed face down on her bed, pounded her fists and said, “Fuck him. I don’t need that bustard.” I got up and went back to my room.

The next day when we got home after school, Jenny came to me, “Rick, do you think I’m pretty?” I told her that I did not just think she was pretty but that I thought she was beautiful and hot and that I had always thought she was something special. She gave me a big hug. “Then why would he cheat on me with that fat slut, Jessica?” “I said, “Maybe it is because she is a slut. She sure has a reputation around school.” “But I let him fuck me.” sob sob sob. I spoke up, “I bet you are great. I’ve dreamed about fucking you from when I first found out what fucking is. And I jerk off lots of nights thinking about you. I think about you more than any other girl.” I immediately knew that I should not have said that but Jen’s reply was, “You really think about me that way? How sweet, weird and wrong but how sweet.”

About a week later, Jen came into my room after school.