![]() ![]() “No, we are related but I am not your sister.” She took a deep breath and blurted out. “You are adopted?” I had seen pictures of mom when she was pregnant so I didn’t think this was the case but you hear stories of kids finding that out. ![]() I stared at her trying to figure out what she meant. “You know I will always be there for you. Was Pat going to die? Going blind? Getting her legs amputated? I couldn’t wait any longer. This wasn’t sounding good and I desperately wanted to know what was going on. “She is confused! What about me? I am the one this is happening to! I am the one who’s entire future is ruined!” “She is just confused and upset and needs time.” I had no idea what was going on but I took a guess. “It’s not my fault.” I nodded my head “Of course it isn’t”. I let her cry and after a while it started to come out. I really wanted to know what was going on but knew it was too soon to ask. At first she resisted but then gave in and leaned on me sobbing. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. I wasn’t going to let my sister cry alone so I went into her bedroom and sat on the bed next to her. If Pat had something serious then why wasn’t mom being supportive. Pat went straight to her room and mom went to hers. One afternoon mom and Pat came home from seeing him and that was the day it all changed. There were more doctor appointments and then a specialist. I was relived that it didn’t sound like my sister was going to die. We both laughed at that and she said she was not looking forward to them. I told her that from what I heard about periods she should consider herself lucky. With mom she had learned to be more careful lest she get a lecture on modesty. She would discuss a romantic movie scene or the latest school gossip openly with me. The smiled and told me that her periods hadn’t started and that mom thought they should have. Pat seemed fine but I still worried she might have cancer or one of those serious illnesses.įinally when mom was not around I told Pat how worried I was and asked if she was sick. They were not saying why which made me curious. I knew that mom was concerned about something and she was making doctor appointments for Pat. This story starts when I was 15 and Pat was 14. ![]() I had to keep reminding myself that she was my sister but there was no ignoring what a beautiful woman she was becoming. Not only were her hair and figure gorgeous but she had the sexiest skin. When she became a teenager she turned into a real looker. I would hear the guys tell stories about their sisters being a pain and realize how lucky I was. I saw how the sisters of my friends were, teasing, snobbish, and mean. Pat was a year younger than me and we were always on good terms. I never thought about it much but I knew my sister was different. IF YOU TAP HERE YOU WILL CUM Sister – Brother – Lover ![]()
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