My dad remarried when I was 14, and I suddenly had a stepsister, Marissa. This was fine, except she was my age and distractingly pretty. I was a hormonal adolescent, so I spent the four years before college pining for her, as inappropriate as that might me. We’d just been too different in the end.

She was easy to fall for. She had the biggest grin, long blonde hair and an amazing body. I was significantly less easy to fall in love with at that time, so our relationship was casual and friendly.

We parted ways for college, only occasionally talking to each other on the phone or seeing each other at family events. And then my dad and her mom divorced, and we were no longer related at all. I figured I would never see her again.

Well, when I was 35, my dad announced some big news. He was going to remarry... Read More