Special Delivery

“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 unleased, 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.”