This is too much for me to bear. My boyfriend sleeps with his biological sister on the same bed.
If I didn’t know their family, I would say they are probably half-siblings, or just first cousins. Yes, I am very sure they are siblings, from the same parents. My boyfriend is about five years older than his sister. I tried to stomach it, but I can’t anymore, and I have no one to tell, because their mother will not even believe me.
Rose is at MUBS in her final year, and my boyfriend works at a beverages plant near town. I am doing my final year at campus, too, but I met Morris when I went to do my internship at his company. He is a good person and I was not complaining about anything before, until I found his sister at his house.
She was sleeping in his bed, and he had gone out to work. I took it lightly and thought that she wanted to feel the comfort of her brother’s bed. I went about with the house chores as usual. When Rose woke up at around noon, I went to the bedroom and cleaned it. I washed the bed sheets, and lay the bed with freshly-clean ones. I cleaned the second bedroom and lay the bed therein.
“You have chosen for yourself nice bed sheets,” Rose observed.
“The ones I put in your bedroom are even better than the ones on our bed,” I said, innocently.
“I didn’t get you. Which one is my bedroom?” Rose asked.
“The second bedroom. I have cleaned it. I have made the bed properly, it is no longer dusty,” I said.
“Madam, I sleep with my brother. If he will sleep in the master bedroom, I will sleep with him there. If he will sleep in the second bedroom, I will still sleep with him. Even last night, when you were not here, I slept with him. You have to know that and learn to live with it.” Rose, who is the same age as me, was telling me how to deal with a boyfriend who sleeps on the same bed with his sister.
Rose is 23 years old, and my boyfriend is 28. What defeats my intelligence is why the two cannot see anything wrong with what they do. I waited for my boyfriend to come back. I did not tell him what Rose had told me during the day, but I served evening tea, and then supper, as a good girl would do.
After I had cleared and cleaned the dishes, I went to the master bedroom to freshen up and to sleep. I was tired; so, immediately I lowered my head on the pillow, I slept off.
I woke up after three hours of heavy sleep, but my boyfriend had not come to sleep yet. I went to the sitting room to see if he was still watching TV, and it was all dark, and no sign of him. I then went to the other bedroom, and there he was, sleeping on the same bed with his sister.
This is what I saw; my boyfriend was sleeping, facing the ceiling, spreading his right arm over on the second pillow. His sister was resting her head on his arm, and facing him.
Their legs were crisscrossing in an x-like web. My boyfriend’s right leg was on the mattress, his sister’s right leg passed on top of her brother’s right leg, and went below his left leg, so both their legs were somehow resting on each other.
“Honey, are you singing a lullaby for her to sleep?” I called out, standing at the door.
He woke up, and between sleep, he said; “I always sleep with her. Go to bed, honey. I wanted to come over and bid you good night, but you were sound asleep. Good night, honey.”
Like seriously?
And his sister said: “Lock the door, please.”
I have never seen brother and sister sleep on the same bed, crisscross legs, sleep into each other’s chest, and feel good about it, as if there is nothing wrong with it. I can’t live with it and, therefore, I am out.
