The unconventional sister
My sister, Sarah, came home with her
boyfriend, Tom, every single night.
And she never used protection.
When I asked her why, she told me she used
the “back door.”
I told her it was delicate and doing that all the
time could lead to problems.
I said people are open–minded now, and
anyone who truly loved her wouldn’t care if
she was a virgin.
Sarah seemed to listen.
Later, after she and Tom broke up, Mom set
her up with a rich guy named Chad.
On their wedding night, Chad freaked out
because Sarah didn’t bleed.
The story spread like wildfire the next day.
Humiliated, Sarah blamed me for everything.
She shoved my head into scalding hot water,
her face contorted with rage.
“It’s all your fault! If I were still a virgin, I’d be
a rich housewife, and no one would dare
laugh at me!”
Then I woke up.
It was the day Sarah first told me she never
used protection.
“Don’t worry, sis, I can’t get pregnant. I
always use the back door with Tom,” Sarah
said, wiggling her hips.
Looking at her face, a chill ran down my
spine.
The memory of boiling water searing my
airways flooded back.
It took a lot of effort to calm myself.
“Wow, you’re so skilled,” I finally managed.
Sarah continued sharing her wisdom.
“Seriously, sis, that area can pleasure a guy
just as well. Don’t always listen to Mom. It’s
the 21st century, live a little!”
“You’re so old–fashioned, that’s why you
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I smiled.
Sarah was so smug because her current
boyfriend, Tom, was my ex.
We’d been together for two years, and he
dumped me because I didn’t want to have sex
before marriage.
Less than three days after our breakup, Tom
and Sarah went public.
I only found out they’d been hooking up when
I went to Tom’s place to get my stuff.
Sarah went to his apartment every day, and
the sounds of their… activities… could be
heard all the way from the third floor to the
fifth.
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Everyone in the building knew.
My first reaction wasn’t anger, but fear of
what Mom would do if she found out.
My dad died when we were young, and Mom
raised us both on her own.
She was a matchmaker and knew tons of
eligible bachelors.
Dealing with these upper–class men, she
knew exactly what they looked for in a
partner.
A big one was purity.
So, Mom always drilled it into us: dating was
fine, premarital sex was not.
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She’d say, “Marriage is your second chance
at life. These men might say they don’t mind,
but they all want a virgin. Don’t cross that
line, or I’ll disown you both.”
Walking home from Tom’s, I thought about
telling Mom about Sarah.
But when I brought it up, Sarah insisted she
was still a virgin because she hadn’t used the
“right” way.
It took me a few seconds to process that.
Then I started worrying about her health.
I had some basic medical knowledge, and I
knew how fragile that area was. It wasn’t
meant for that kind of activity.
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I immediately told Sarah about the risks and
said, “Someone who truly loves you won’t put
you through that, and they won’t care about
your virginity. If you want to be intimate, use
the right place. If someone actually cares
about that hymen thing, we can get it
surgically repaired.”
The surgery option intrigued Sarah, and she
stopped using the “back door.”
But then she and Tom broke up, and Mom
introduced her to Chad.
Even with the surgery, there was no blood on
their wedding night.
After the divorce, Sarah blamed me.
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Thinking about it, I still offered a cautious,
“But using the back door can be harmful and
lead to infections, right?”
Sarah winked. “Not if you’re careful. Besides,
sis, I think I’m just naturally… gifted. That
area produces fluids too.”
