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I visited my mother's house quite often in the Autumn. To my extreme rage, I discovered that my
sister now had a boyfriend, and that she had lost her virginity. She had casually "dated" boys in the past,
but never to the serious extent that she did with this one. This one was a half White, half Mexican
named Samuel, and I immediately took an intense disliking to him when I was first introduced to him. He
seemed like the typical obnoxious slob that most young girls are sexually attracted to. Georgia invited
him to my mother's house all the time, and it angered me to watch him lurking about, eating my
mother's food and drinks, and making use of my mother's house. He was freeloading off my mother,
and she didn't even realize it.
I eventually grew to hate him after I heard him having sex with my sister. I arrived at the house one
day, my mother being at work, and heard the sounds of Samuel plunging his penis into my sister's vagina
through her closed room door, along with my sister's moans. I stood there and listened to it all. So my
sister, who was four years younger than me, managed to lose her virginity before I did. It reminded me
of how pathetic I was, that at the age of twenty-two, I was still a virgin. I hated her boyfriend as well. My
sister said that he's been with other girls before her, and I'm sure he lost his virginity at a much younger
age. It is such an injustice. The slob doesn't even have a car, and he is able to get girlfriends, while I drive
a BMW and get no attention from any girls whatsoever.
My sister even showed me a picture of one of his ex -girlfriends, a pretty brunette white girl. My
hatred towards him only intensified after that. I refused to speak to him whenever he came over, and I
constantly pestered my mother to ban him from the house, but she refused to heed my demands. Even
worse, she constantly talked about him admiringly. He reminded me of Leo Bubenheim, a typical
obnoxious boy who has been able to experience a great sex life from a young age. An enemy had now
infiltrated the household of my mother, the one place in the whole world where I've always sought
refuge from injustice. Things were getting too out of hand.
sister now had a boyfriend, and that she had lost her virginity. She had casually "dated" boys in the past,
but never to the serious extent that she did with this one. This one was a half White, half Mexican
named Samuel, and I immediately took an intense disliking to him when I was first introduced to him. He
seemed like the typical obnoxious slob that most young girls are sexually attracted to. Georgia invited
him to my mother's house all the time, and it angered me to watch him lurking about, eating my
mother's food and drinks, and making use of my mother's house. He was freeloading off my mother,
and she didn't even realize it.
I eventually grew to hate him after I heard him having sex with my sister. I arrived at the house one
day, my mother being at work, and heard the sounds of Samuel plunging his penis into my sister's vagina
through her closed room door, along with my sister's moans. I stood there and listened to it all. So my
sister, who was four years younger than me, managed to lose her virginity before I did. It reminded me
of how pathetic I was, that at the age of twenty-two, I was still a virgin. I hated her boyfriend as well. My
sister said that he's been with other girls before her, and I'm sure he lost his virginity at a much younger
age. It is such an injustice. The slob doesn't even have a car, and he is able to get girlfriends, while I drive
a BMW and get no attention from any girls whatsoever.
My sister even showed me a picture of one of his ex -girlfriends, a pretty brunette white girl. My
hatred towards him only intensified after that. I refused to speak to him whenever he came over, and I
constantly pestered my mother to ban him from the house, but she refused to heed my demands. Even
worse, she constantly talked about him admiringly. He reminded me of Leo Bubenheim, a typical
obnoxious boy who has been able to experience a great sex life from a young age. An enemy had now
infiltrated the household of my mother, the one place in the whole world where I've always sought
refuge from injustice. Things were getting too out of hand.
