Em didn't know what to say. She was an only child and really wasn't in a position to judge any aspect of the sibling relationship. It just didn't seem right to her. Perhaps she was just naive.
To her, no matter how close a family is there is still a distinction of the sexes. Something appropriate and something that is not. To her it seemed odd when her boyfriend told her about his sister. They are a close family but, how close is too close? They weren't kids anymore. She was in her late teens and he was in his early twenties. Should she still be sharing his bed?
She had her own room but, preferred to snuggle with her older brother. It seemed wrong to Em. She felt a little violated. She felt the need to distance.
Not knowing how to react she decided to share a part of her own uncomfortable truth. Share something wrong from her story. See if the shoe was on the other foot how they would deal with it. It did the trick.
His sister didn't try to be her friend anymore. It didn't bode well for Em's budding romance, though. His sister was bound to tell him the story. It didn't matter. There were other things that didn't sit right, either. The plastic on the furniture, for one thing. The strict religious upbringing. None of it would work. So, it didn't matter.
His friends were all against her, too. Half wanted to bang her, half couldn't handle the leader of their pack having a girlfriend. It meant that he would not be as available to them during the long breaks between classes. Some had more sinister reasons.
It wouldn't work out and it didn't. Would have ended earlier if he let it. But, there is that masculine pride rearing its head. He couldn't let her do it. He had to be the one. So it dragged on a bit longer than it needed to and took far to long to get over.
The problem was the lack of understanding. Lack of cohesion between the logical and the acceptable. Eventually, everything settled. They both moved on. Eventually.
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