I brought my sister out to the city so she could meet the charming, somewhat older Australian man I’d been dating for the past several months. It was supposed to be a fun night out, pub-crawling our way through downtown on a recent balmy summer evening as you got to know one of my favorite siblings. My excitement at the prospect of you two meeting made your behavior all the more crushing. A few drinks into the night, you began making advances on my sister and me, trying to wrangle us into a threesome. Thankfully, my sister’s reaction mirrored me own: revulsion over you apparently leading me on just to fulfill your little fantasy. It’s not even that I’m opposed to the idea of a three-way—but that’s something you earn, negotiate and—I hope—keep completely separate from anyone I’m related to.
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