weddings. I'm writing this to unravel the tangle of my thoughts. I hope no one reads this. If you're reading this, stop. I mean it. If you disobeyed, well... you deal with it. Everything was going well, my wedding outfit was so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off myself. My girlfriends cheered me up, we drank wine and talked about important things. Yeah, my girlfriends were really badass. They slipped me a condom, I didn't understand why at first. Because I'm getting married and I don't have to use a condom anymore. I went to the bathroom and ran into Mr. Smith. I call him that now so as not to arouse suspicion, but he used to be my “favorite.” We were together for a long time, but parted unpleasantly. He's a good man, and a passionate lover. This is the man after sex with whom, I used to walk around with shaky legs. My ex-boyfriend happens to be the father of my fiancé. Yeah, and that's just a small part of what's going on in my life. I don't know why he was looking for me. But as it turns out, that cable couldn't pass up a chance to mess with his son on a day like this. He dragged me into the bathroom. Reminded me of all the joys of his sex life, took advantage of my emotionality and fucked me. Not to say I regret it, but he sure could have kept his cool. He knows my husband is pretty inactive sexually. And he used that against me. I tried to walk out of the bathroom very carefully to go unnoticed. But. This afternoon, everything went wrong. And I ran into my brother waiting for me. I think he realized what was going on behind the closed bathroom door. After all, he and I share the same genes. Something happened to my brother. He was very sad, nervous. Maybe he was nervous about my wedding. After all, we have always had a very warm and close relationship, and I would even say more intimate than other ordinary people. He realized that now I'm a stranger, he was probably even jealous. I'm more than a sister to him. And he's more than a brother to me. I don't even know how to say it to make it sound at least like a normal explanation. We occasionally. Or even occasionally had sex, and have an active sex life together. Just one day, when we were young, we tried it, and we liked it. We decided it was okay for us. But of course we never told anyone about it. So I invited him into the bedroom to enjoy each other one last time before my new married life.