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When I reached closer for a look, Joey flinched and almost fell off her chair. She clutched her neck, frowning at me with impatience. "It's nothing. Mind your own business! I'm going now!" I smiled as I watched her basically fled, almost tripping over the doorway. I hoped that my dear sister would find out what was wrong soon.

The farthest I ever went was to a supermarket less than a mile from home; I couldn't even leave the house for half an hour without trouble. The next time I saw my sister was at our mother's funeral. She looked well-kept, with no family or children weighing her down, appearing no different from a girl in her twenties. I, on the other hand, was worn out from years of drudgery—wrinkles and gray hair etched into my face. When we stood side by side, some younger relatives who didn't know us even asked cheerfully when I'd had another daughter.

She had a Glass of champagne in her hand. Smiling like she had everything in her life figured out. The smile was so carefree that Amelia felt a pang of jealousy deep within her core. Then she loaded another image and it showed Another angle. It entailed the Freedom captured in photos that Amelia wasn’t supposed to see but yet it was flaunted flamboyantly towards her. Then the main texts came. “Thank you for taking my place sweet sis.” Amelia’s breath caught slightly before she opened Another message and she could feel her resolve cracking one by one.

One of the rogues snarled behind me while I was axing wood, his voice slicing through the air. I turned, and there, I saw my sister struggling, her arms shaking as she tried to carry a bucket of water for their bath. I could feel my hands clench around the axe I was holding. Should I stab him with it? The thought crossed my mind, yet all I did was toss it and leave what I was doing to help my sister.

a C-cup, but on her petite frame her firm breasts pushed at any material and it was clear that there was no sag, either. I didn't just feel bad because I had quite obviously said that my little sister was hot as fuck, but also because she was still getting used to being so. She didn't like showing off her body in part because of how creepier older men had treated her. I didn't want to be added to the list of men she felt that she couldn't trust, nor did I want her to think that was the only way that I saw her.

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

But now, she wanted Henry. I could never agree to that. Diana looked at me with a mix of disbelief and anger. "What are you being so petty for, Laura? I'm just asking for your boyfriend! Why are you acting like I'm trying to take your life?" Mom rushed over and scolded me as well. "You're being too selfish, Laura! Diana's always been sickly ever since she was a child. As her older sister, what's wrong with letting Diana have her way sometimes?

I said taking my hand away. “Don’t be rude! You will not burn if I touch your hand so again shut up.” She said pinching my hand making me glare at her more. I walked near the entrance and saw six pairs of eyes glaring at me. I frowned at them and then saw that they are looking at the girl beside me. “What the hell are you doing Bhai?” Sanjay asked glaring. “Sanjay! You know my coach sister right?” I asked him frowning. “So what she is his sister? That doesn’t give you the right to date her.” He replied shaking his head.

Being risky, making me hard. I saw the swell of her breast, she paused, then slid the shirt up, exposing a hard nipple. My eyes flicked between her eyes and her beautiful breast. Now the other breast was exposed, and the shirt was up around her neck. My sister cupped and fondled her breasts, pinching the nipples.