So here I am, about to get married to a beautiful, smart woman. Her name is Sarah and I love her; and I know I will love her for the rest of my life. There is just one big problem, she has a sister. Not a regular sister that you might think is cute and shit, I mean a really, really hot sister!
Everytime I've been talking to her sister, Jane, my palms become sweaty and I kind of feel like she is flirting with me.

Even though I'd never jeopardize my relationship with Sarah by hitting on her younger sister I can't stop thinking about what would happen if I did make a move on Jane.

Last week I was at home doing basically nothing when Sarah called.

"I need you to come to my parents' house and help with the wedding invitiations." She told me.
So I drove to their house expecting Sarah to answer the door, but instead I find Jane opening the door greeting me. She explains how Sarah had to leave in an errand regarding the weddingdress and that it only would be me and her making the wedding invitations at that time.
So I sit down in the kitchen and start writing invitations together with Jane. I notice how she keeps on glancing at me and no sooner my palms start to moist.
All of a sudden she gets up from her chair, looks deeply into my eyes and says:

"I know this is very inappropriate, you marrying my sister and all, but I can't help feeling attracted to you. I won't try to stop the wedding or anything, I just want to have sex with you one time before you get married. And I promise not to tell anyone about it, ever!"

I can now feel how the sweat from my palms literally is dripping. She walks up the stairs and turn around. Then she delicatly lets her blouse fall to the floor. She continues:

"I won't make this embarrassing for you. If you wan't to sleep with me, just follow me into the bedroom."

And with those words she walks into the bedroom. With determination I get up from the chair and head for the door leading to the street. When I open the door I find Sarah, her parents and their closest relatives standning there applauding me.
My future father-in-law shakes my hand with both of his, saying:

"We weren't sure if you were the right man for our daughter, but now that you passed our test you have our blessings!"

So what am I trying to mediate with this story?
Just a simple pointer:
ALWAYS keep your condoms in the glove compartment of your car!