my sister’s ex boyfriend showed up at 2am begging for closure

My sister dumped him three weeks ago after catching him texting other girls. He’s been blowing up her phone ever since, but tonight at 2 a.m. the doorbell rings.

I’m the only one home, in tiny sleep shorts and a tank, no bra. Peek through the peephole: it’s him.

I should ignore it. Instead I open the door a crack.

“I just need to talk to her,” he slurs, with a voice crack.

“She’s not here.”

He looks at me, really looks, eyes dropping to my hard nipples, then back up. “Fuck… you look just like her when she’s pissed.”

I should shut the door. Instead I step aside. “Come in.”

He stumbles to the couch, I pour him water. Sits too close, hand on my bare thigh “for balance.”

One touch and the air changes.

He kisses me sudden, desperate, tasting like cigarets and regret. I kiss back harder.

Clothes gone in seconds: my shorts ripped off, his jeans around his ankles. He pushes me onto the living room rug, spreads my legs wide, thick, rock hard, rubs the head through my lips once, finds me soaked.

Slides in raw, one deep thrust that makes me arch and moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Fucks me like he’s punishing her through me, hard and fast, hand over my mouth, other pinning my wrists.

I come fast, legs shaking, pussy clenching so tight he groans. He slams deep flooding me with his milk.

Stays inside until we both stop shaking, then pulls out slow, watching his cum drip out of me onto the rug.

Kisses my forehead, mutters “tell her I’m sorry,” and passes out on the couch.

I left him there, went to my room leaking him, fell asleep smiling.

He texted sober the next morning: “that never happened… but can it happen again?”

It’s happening tonight.

My sister still thinks he’s heartbroken over her.