My Sister’s Husband Is The Father Of My Son. It’s Not Funny But Many Things Happened

My elder sister and I are like Siamese Twins, with striking physical resemblance and critical social indulgence. Though six years older, we influence each other in strides, style and street sense. In spite of this tendencies, I hold her in high esteem and I’m mostly in awe of her respect, loyalty and fidelity to her husband, Franklin Davidson. This is partly why I’m filled with regrets when I consider the height of heist, extent of torment and depth of destruction I have brought upon my sister’s hitherto blissful matrimony.

Was it really my fault? I moved to Port Harcourt eight years ago, after my secondary school education in Bonny. My sister received me warmly and we have lived together in one accord though not without occasional hiccups. In other words, she scolded me when necessary. But in all, she was my mentor, my mother figure and my guardian angel.

Unfortunately, in return of her benevolence, I have been beastly and bestial. Oh not so. I think I’m a victim of circumstances.

Her husband is to blame.

I was barely one month old in Port Harcourt when Uncle Frank began to hara$$ me with subtle care-$$es. At first, I thought he made a mistake when he tapped my bv-tt0cks while trying to draw my attention to something. On another occasion, he used his elbow to touch my n!-pples while walking in front of me. On yet another occasion, he asked for sizes of my br@ and p@nts. That he wanted to do some shopping for me. I politely declined the offer. That was the day I knew he wanted to sleep with me. Initially, I was afraid to tell my sister simply because I didn’t want to create problems in their marriage. Then, he called me aside and said he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I reminded him of who I am to him. Rather than stop, Uncle Frank became frantically audacious with daily hara$$-ment. I decided to open up to my sister.

Surprisingly, she didn’t believe me. Instead, she warned me to desist from wearing clothes that could tempt her husband. Her reactions multiplied my fears…

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