Straight Female / 49
I Stole My Sister's Husband While She Was In Jail
This happened in the 90s. What's bothering me so much about it tonight is my sister passed away last Monday.
My sister and I weren't the best of friends. She was prettier than me, had a better if more naive personality than me, and I was jealous. There was the usual sisters rivalry, but she never did anything to me, not anything like this.
She'd been married for a year, but her husband had to be gone for a couple weeks because his job required extra training. While he was gone, our no account uncle talked her into visiting him upstate. It was just supposed to be for a few days, but she got involved in a two car accident. She wasn't injured, but the person she hit was, and there were also dr*gs in the car. They tacked all kinds of charges onto her. She had a record of a lot of more minor offenses already, and they set a very high bail. Her trial was scheduled for four months later, and it was going to take $8000 dollars to get her out until then. That was a lot of money to us, and nobody we knew had it.
When her boyfriend came back, he and I were in charge of trying to get her out. During this time, we developed a relationship. I'd always found him attractive, there was a spark there the first time we met, and now, with her gone, we gave in. I was the one who kept coming on to him and finally broke down his defenses. I started dressing in short shorts and crop tops because I knew he had a weakness for that. One night I sat on his lap and begged him to hold me because I was so upset about my sister. I felt him getting a bulge and I made my move. He kept saying this was wrong but neither one of us stopped. After that, I was basically living at their house, sleeping with him every night in her bed.
He and I raised money from friends and relatives, but it wasn't much at all. Finally we sold the heirloom j*welry our grandmother left to my sister, and we had enough money to get her out. That is we would have, if we'd saved it. I took some of it and bought him a guitar I knew he really wanted. He was mad as hell, but before long he was taking some too, buying things for me and for himself.
There was plenty of time to get my sister out before her trial, but we never did. We kept making all kinds of excuses. About two weeks before her trial, she got in a fight with another inmate. The inmate had some kind of sharp instrument and cut her scalp and face up bad. She had scars forever and wasn't prettier than me anymore.
She went to trial and was sentenced to prison. While she was there, I got pregnant by her husband and had a baby. He filed for divorce and married me. We moved far away and never came back. She got out of prison after two years, but she was never the same and she got into dr*gs for real. She died after a long battle with liver disease. She hated my guts until her dying day and who could blame her. I'd take it all back if I could but I can't.
My sister and I weren't the best of friends. She was prettier than me, had a better if more naive personality than me, and I was jealous. There was the usual sisters rivalry, but she never did anything to me, not anything like this.
She'd been married for a year, but her husband had to be gone for a couple weeks because his job required extra training. While he was gone, our no account uncle talked her into visiting him upstate. It was just supposed to be for a few days, but she got involved in a two car accident. She wasn't injured, but the person she hit was, and there were also dr*gs in the car. They tacked all kinds of charges onto her. She had a record of a lot of more minor offenses already, and they set a very high bail. Her trial was scheduled for four months later, and it was going to take $8000 dollars to get her out until then. That was a lot of money to us, and nobody we knew had it.
When her boyfriend came back, he and I were in charge of trying to get her out. During this time, we developed a relationship. I'd always found him attractive, there was a spark there the first time we met, and now, with her gone, we gave in. I was the one who kept coming on to him and finally broke down his defenses. I started dressing in short shorts and crop tops because I knew he had a weakness for that. One night I sat on his lap and begged him to hold me because I was so upset about my sister. I felt him getting a bulge and I made my move. He kept saying this was wrong but neither one of us stopped. After that, I was basically living at their house, sleeping with him every night in her bed.
He and I raised money from friends and relatives, but it wasn't much at all. Finally we sold the heirloom j*welry our grandmother left to my sister, and we had enough money to get her out. That is we would have, if we'd saved it. I took some of it and bought him a guitar I knew he really wanted. He was mad as hell, but before long he was taking some too, buying things for me and for himself.
There was plenty of time to get my sister out before her trial, but we never did. We kept making all kinds of excuses. About two weeks before her trial, she got in a fight with another inmate. The inmate had some kind of sharp instrument and cut her scalp and face up bad. She had scars forever and wasn't prettier than me anymore.
She went to trial and was sentenced to prison. While she was there, I got pregnant by her husband and had a baby. He filed for divorce and married me. We moved far away and never came back. She got out of prison after two years, but she was never the same and she got into dr*gs for real. She died after a long battle with liver disease. She hated my guts until her dying day and who could blame her. I'd take it all back if I could but I can't.
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