Redditor Wants to Know If We Think Her Fiance Is Doing Incest

Even though the poster is able to come up with a compromise—instead of moving in, the sister visits on weekends—it does nothing to curtail some decidingly odd fucking behavior, including two grown siblings kicking the fiancee out of her own room to sleep in the same bed, leaving her to screw her back up while more or less taking up permanent residence on the living room couch.

“For the next several months, Sarah would arrive at our place Friday afternoon, usually while we were both still at work, let herself in, and amuse herself until Rob got home. The two of them would go into the city for dinner/drinks, and sometimes a show or other activity, and they would come back sometime after I’d already gone to sleep. The first night she just slept on our sofa, but the next night Rob said that it made her neck a little stiff, and since she was the guest I should let her sleep in our bed, and stay on the couch myself.”

Nononononononononono. V.C Andrews launched the thousand miniseries about this story, and they all do not end well. They end in pneumonia and homicide.

After four months of co-habitation, wherein Bro and Sis phase the poster completely out of their lives by regularly peacing the fuck out at sunup and ignoring her until they come home, she finally confronts Rob about it—and again, they agree to a compromise with bi-monthly visits and some healthy boundaries. Problem solved, right?

No. Of course not. Not with a wedding right around the corner. Sarah starts to infiltrate every facet of planning the nuptials, like getting Rob to reschedule the date without consulting the bride-to-be, changing the entire meal plan, and eventually stealing the spot as her maid-of-honor.

BUT THEN:

“To make matters worse, she sent a pic of the dress she bought, and it’s a fucking wedding gown! In fact, it is nearly identical to my dress. It is the same cut, in a slightly darker shade of white (she swears it’s “blush”, but it looks fucking white to me), with the addition of extra beads and sequins on the bust.”

Girl loses it, once again goes to Rob, because the first five million red flags and fifty accompanying flare guns weren’t enough:

“He said that I was ‘trying to control everything’, and ‘jealous of his sister’. Then he called me a bunch of names and said that Sarah had warned him years ago that I wouldn’t understand their bond and I would try to drive a wedge between them, but he always defended me, and now here I was proving her right. He quickly grabbed a few things and stormed off to his mother’s house, where he’s been ever since.”

And in case you were wondering whether it wasn’t completely obvious that incesting things were happening with a garnish of incest, here is a post-script from zennaconvolutia in the comments:

“It wasn’t exactly just that he didn’t feel like it during those 4 months, more like there was just never time and it never seemed to bother him enough to want to work with me to make time.

Like, most of the time our schedules don’t allow enough time for weekday sex (he hates quickies because they ‘feel dirty’, and he is kind of anal about making sure he gets his full 8 hours every night), so most weeks we get freaky on weekends. Weekends are supposed to be sex time. But he refused to even attempt to squeeze in sex while she was visiting, and slept with her the whole time anyway. Every time I brought up the lack of intimacy he acted like he hadn’t even noticed, which didn’t feel great.”

Redditor, GET OUT OF THAT CRAZY before Grandma Olivia starts poisoning you with arsenic donuts.

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