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he continued, shaking his head in astonishment and seemingly unaware of his brother's behavior toward me. "Aren't you listening, Anthony? He doesn't... love me anymore, or maybe he never really loved me at all," I choked on my words, overcome by emotion. "You don't know my brother as much as I do, Miranda," he continued, shaking his head as if he thought I was making it up. "Then you don't really know Ang, Anthony," I replied. "I know him all too well, Miranda. I know how he's been hurting and longing every day for the past two years," I heard him say and my gaze instantly flew to him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke.

She said and turned to Fareeda. "He said he loved me Fareeda, but how do you do this to the person you love?" She asked, turned back to look at Scarlett, and laughed bitterly, "Oh my God, who am I to feel entitled to my husband's brother's love? I think I got too caught up in whatever went on between us to actually think about the outcome," Fareeda placed both hands on Valerie's shoulders and led her back inside to sit on the bed.

“The fake investor, the merger sabotage and the media leaks. It all points back to you.” His hands tightened on the edge of the desk. His voice dropped. “You’re being reckless. And I'm letting this slide because you are my sister.” “Then let out your brother out of jail, Blake!” “He’s not my brother,” Blake growled. My breath caught, my jaw dropped. “What?” His nostrils flared up, his veins popping out. “He’s not like us. He never was. He is weak, naive and always fell for the wrong people. And you, God Lila, you always stand up for him like he was a broken puppy.”

There they were. Her step-sister, wrapped in the arms of a tall, muscular man, lost in a lewd embrace. Elsa’s stomach twisted. The man’s back… she recognized it immediately. Six months ago, Lily had brought her boyfriend home, and Elsa had dressed as a maid just to catch a glimpse. She only saw his back then but was sure it was him. She might not be good at anything but one thing she had was the talent of memorizing things. She has a good memory.

“Congra fucking lations baby sis! Come home after work, we need to celebrate this okay?” “Yeah sure, I’ll get drinks.” “Nah M, I’ve got dinner and drinks covered, just come home after work, have a great day today, love you.” “Okay Lu, have a great day, love you too.” My jaw tightened, the excitement in his voice, how he sounded genuinely happy for me, his sister, made my stomach twist. The feeling of guilt came rushing back. Sleeping with the man my brother was in love with, all the emotions I had suppressed resurfaced, and I hated myself for ever betraying him.

Love gestures toward the garden gate with a firm finger, standing protectively in front of me. Though grateful for the interruption because I don’t want to reveal my true identity to her, I smile and shake my head. “I’m not scared of him, Love,” I say with a smile that’s broader than I feel, wanting to show strength. Love sighs as though exhausted by the conversation. “My brother’s a silly idiot, but it’s not entirely his fault. He used to be different before he started dating that bitch of a girlfriend, Betty. She turned him into the fool you see now.” She shrugs, unbothered by her brother’s angry glare. Her bluntness leaves me both shocked and amused; she’s more of a princess than I am.

"Me too - Fuck! Sis, I'm gonna c*m too." Tara's heart pounded. Her nerves thundered. Her p*ssy quaked. She felt her brother's c*ck, his beautiful c*ck, jabbing deep inside her, sheathing inside her so perfectly, so completely. She'd always loved her brother, from the moment he was born she loved him. But now her love grew beyond what she ever imagined it could be. She loved her brother like a sister shouldn't. Like she always wanted to, deep down.

“You know what you saw. He is content with me. It’s my birthday and we always made love on my birthday. You walked in on us. Bad timing. No one invited you to my party. It’s your birthday but the party was thrown for me. Why couldn’t you stay home and save yourself the trouble?” My sister was a hopeless case – always meant to cause me pain and trouble. But not Bram. My gaze held his eyes. “Are you going to dump me for my sister because she has it better? Is that what love means to you? Except you mean to tell me your love was a lie. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “I know.” Bram was blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bram, I gave you, my life. I confided in

Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Yash sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Vihaan sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai They all had tears in their eyes while their sweet little sister went to a deep slumber. They wiped their tears. They all kissed her forehead one by one and went out from her room, making sure not to disturb her. The bond of a brother and sister is always special. It is one of the best relationships as compared to relationships we share with all other people. The connection between a brother and a sister is a lifelong connection with everlasting memorie

Was my brother in love? THE END.