I promised her brother I would take good care of her.
But I’m afraid I’ve gotten myself in too deep.
Kyle and I grew up together in a small town.
His little sister Sommer used to be a pesky tagalong.
Then he and I served in the military, fighting overseas.
He didn’t make it, and his last words were to take care of Sommer.
When I get back home, I find that his baby sis is all grown up.
She’s traded her nerdy glasses in for some contact lenses.
And her bony teenage frame for womanly curves in all the right places.
My c*ck has no choice but to stand and salute.
I want to ravish her body. But I can’t. Can I?
Then Sommer’s grandfather gets sick.
So we invent a little white lie to cheer him up.
Sommer won’t be alone, we tell him, because we’re engaged.
The longer the charade goes on, the more I find myself believing it’s real.
But we’re not really getting married this Memorial Day. Are we?