I Never Thought I Would Be Looking For Sex In The Wrong Places

Going back to college I lived on the second floor apartment with my roommate. A party next door had overflowed onto the walkway, overlooking the parking below. A drunk guy hammered on our door wanting us to let him in to use the bathroom. We resisted until my roommate opened the door to tell him to leave us alone. In a moment the guy was in, followed by two other guys.

We were dressed for bed and one of the guys grabbed me and lifted me off my feet. I heard my roommate scream and lock herself in our room, leaving me out in the open with the hyenas. The next thing I knew the guy holding me released me hitting the ground and pulling me down with me. I got lifted by my arm and this other guy asked me if I was ok. The drunk in the bathroom was passed out, it was over. We were safe.

But our savior insisted on looking in on us. Somehow we became his little sisters.

It's been ten years and a pandemic. I just gave in and stopped resisting. It's not sex, although that was the first thing that scared me. It's that he loves me too much. Little sister, girlfriend, wife. All three in one. I get what I want. Including getting pregnant during the pandemic. Sex is like I'm too delicate. I might break.

I was a virgin to him. But I have needs that have only gotten stronger. When that guy grabbed me that night I was sure I was headed for an unwanted freshman college experience, only to end up with a big brother. I have hinted, and down right asked him. Why he never has sex with me in the kitchen, on the balcony, in the car (well now with a baby that one won't work). Blindfold me, tie me up, spank my butt. Do something, I want it, I need it, little sister sex is boring.