One day, while watching a movie, I saw my dad walking out of my sister’s room—sweating and buttoning his shirt.
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I was anxious and curious to take a look at what must have transpired between my dad and my sister. I was determined to go, but I chose to delay so my dad wouldn't suspect anything.
A few minutes later, I walked into my sister's room and saw her curled up in the corner of her bed, crying. I went to her to comfort her. She leaned into my arms and continued crying.
Immediately, I began feeling guilty for touching my sister whenever she was asleep. Guilt filled my heart, and I began crying with her. I felt her pain and decided never to touch her in her sleep again.
We were still cuddling and crying when my sister turned and kissed me on the lips. I was confused because I never expected such from her, and at the same time, my heart pounded heavily.
"Annabelle, what did you do that for?" I asked, pretending to be innocent of my dark acts.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked deep into mine. I quickly felt ashamed of myself. I knew I was supposed to protect her, not ruin her.
She still didn't take her gaze off me, and shame engulfed me, so I ran out of the room just to escape her stare.
The next day, Annabelle refused to come out even after my father had left for work, so I decided to check on her.
"Annabelle, Annabelle, please come out," I called out as I tapped on her door.
"I'm coming, just hold on a little," she said, sounding cheerful.
I was confused at how delighted she sounded even after her experience last night. I was still lost in thought when she said aloud, "Come in!"
I gave the door handle a gentle swing, and the door creaked open. Behold, before my eyes stood my sister—completely naked, with all 32 teeth exposed in a smile.
I quickly closed the door and walked away.
TO BE CONTINUED
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