That’ll Teach Her To Knock

My sister and I have about an eleven-year age gap between us. I’m twenty-six and newly married and she is fifteen, kind of naive, and living with my parents about four blocks from my husband and me. We have always been very close, and I gave her a key to our home for emergencies or even if she just needs a break from our parents to vent some teenage angst.

One day, she decides to come and chat unannounced and walks through the front door to see my husband and me in, let’s say, an enthusiastically intimate position. She panics and bolts out of the house. She calls me as she’s making her way back to our parents’ house.

Sister: “Oh, my God! I can’t believe you! We both went to the same church! How could you?!”

Me: “What are you talking about? We are married adults; even by church rules, we are in the clear.”

Sister: “It’s two o’clock on a Saturday! Why?!”

Me: “It’s hot outside and it’s fun?”

Sister: “I didn’t need to see that!”

Me: “You walked into my house!”

Sister: “I’m telling Mom.”

I did get a call from our mother later, apologizing for my sister’s behavior and saying she needed to talk to my sister about boundaries and healthy sexual relationships.