Esteban

I called Sherry right after she got out of college this morning to make sure that she would get ready in plenty of time for tonight's party and to let her know that it will be a very important one. I also informed her that I will be hosting the party at my house.

I was always very firm in my stance that she was not welcome at any of my gatherings. She was under the impression that I was concerned about her demeanor and my business dealings.

During all of those years that I spent living for her and with her, she was never aware of the fact that I had been concealing the truth from even myself.

I took care of her practically from the time she was a child until she was twelve years old. When our parents passed away at a young age, my sister Sherry and I were left to fend for ourselves. I engaged in play with her. I helped her get dressed, and then I assisted her while she showered. I have watched her body transform before my very eyes as the years have passed by.

My life did not present me with a great deal of difficulty. We had a lot of money, and I had just finished my senior year of college when I was twenty-two years old. I did have the necessary knowledge, as well as a degree, as well as a great deal more, which included a few businesses that I had inherited from my father.

It's true that my family was wealthy, but that doesn't mean I didn't put in long hours at the office. Someone at a young age and both of his parents passed away at a young age, and she refused to look after his younger sister. He would simply spend his money on a girl and hang out with her all the time.

However, that was in no way me at all. I was the one who shouldered all of the blame, as well as the one who took care of my younger sister and kept a watchful eye on her. I served as her shield. Despite the fact that I was too busy taking care of my father's company, I assisted her in her academic pursuits. I will freely admit that it placed a significant burden upon my shoulders. And I was exhausted and fighting for my life.

But I was overly cautious to avoid giving Sherry the impression that she was by herself. And I was really concerned that she might be hanging out with some sketchy characters or friends.

As time went on and I gained more life experience and years under my belt, I was able to become more powerful, which contributed to my overall success. Even better, I increased my wealth and expanded the reach of our businesses across the globe.

I have no idea how much cash I have in my possession. My bank accounts each contain multiple billions of dollars.

But despite this, the little girl completely captured both my thoughts and my emotions.

Yes, once Sherry reached the age of puberty and began to exhibit strange changes in both her appearance and her demeanor, I became acutely aware of the fact that I was falling deeply in love with her.

It was a genuine emotion, one that ran deep and ran strong. My intuition and experience led me to believe that it was physically impossible to be ignored or disregarded in any way.

I was able to stop myself, but in doing so, I shut the doors to my heart. I focused my efforts on playing the role of a simple older brother to her.

However, I cannot deny the fact that it was excessively difficult for me. It wasn't easy to find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with your younger sister. For me, she had already become everything. She was the eyes through which I was able to see. She was the lifeblood that pumped through my veins and allowed my heart to beat. She was both a cure for me and the cause of my illness at the same time.

The illness can only be cured by her, as no other treatment has been successful.

In the beginning, I had to stop myself from touching her, which was a very strange experience in and of itself. Because of your younger sister, you ended up with an erection and a bony in your underwear, which was a horribly embarrassing situation.

However, she did not notice, and despite my best efforts to stop myself and exert more control over my body, she did not notice. I conceded that I was successful in completing that task; however, I was not as successful in completing another objective, and it was clear to the blind that I was overprotective and possessive of her.

Indeed, I was unable to consent to her dating any male. Seeing her interact with another person made me feel incredibly envious. It was impossible for me to picture her ever having a sexual partner or losing her virginity.

I ordered my security personnel to accompany her at all times and in every location. Step by step, so that she could be aware of what she was doing. However, this was not the issue at hand.

The issue was that I was constantly losing my temper because of her, despite the fact that I couldn't imagine living my life without her presence in it. Yes, I was overcome with sickness because of her love.

It has nothing to do with the fact that she is my sister; she truly is the most stunning young woman in the known universe. On the other hand, it was merely a fact. The moment she enters a room, every single person's focus immediately shifts to her.

Yes, I was a handsome and elegant man who was also famous and wealthy. However, despite her cuteness, she had a sizzling hot body. It was unnecessary for her to apply makeup to her face. It wasn't necessary for her to dress provocatively in order to draw people's attention.

Even girls and women wanted her!

The girl is nothing more than a priceless flower, comparable to a treasure that everyone wishes they could possess.

However, I refrained from doing so, and I also refused to allow anyone else to touch her. I would not feel any remorse about killing him in a brazen manner. She belonged to me. Because I am my sister's older brother, I was well aware of the fact that it was impossible for her to be mine. But despite this, I was head over heels in love with her, and I couldn't get enough of her love.

If she would just snap her fingers, I would grant her wish in the twinkling of an eye. All she would need to do is just snap her fingers. Everything and the kitchen sink. I tried my best to cheer her up and put a smile on her face.

The joy and hope that I feel come from her smile.

I can't deny that she is responsible for some of my outbursts, and while I may yell at her or even punish her on occasion, in the end I always rush into her room, give her a hug, and either apologize to her or give her a present. I was unable to bear the sight of her crying or becoming angry at me.

I really wanted her to be aware of everything that I was doing for her. But she insisted on causing me more and more trouble as time went on. Dating idiots and introducing me to them as potential partners. And you're messing with my head like that.

It's true, and I can tell that she has a lot of love for me, too. I'm not a total jerk. But to tell you the truth, I just can't handle the incest. She is a sibling of mine! I am unable to spend time with her. I wish that she could understand how much my love for her has grown. I have a deeper affection for her than she does for me.

However, I set a firm boundary for myself so that I would not allow myself to become submerged in my sins. Recently, I made the decision to get married in order to dash her hopes.

There is no other woman who could ever take Sherry's place in my heart because Sherry has already occupied the entirety of my heart, along with all of its valves, and each and every one of my body's crevices. I am aware that my love for her is boundless and that it will never end.

I made an effort to develop feelings for other girls and fall in love with them, but nothing happened. Never succeeded in completing this task.

Because of this, I made the decision to act responsibly. Sherry will, at some point, stop thinking about me. If I just gave her the space and freedom to date whoever she wanted, I knew that she would end up falling for another guy.

But, to be completely honest, I haven't seen her with anyone who is worthy of her yet. I was only interested in the very best. They were all interested in getting their hands on her money or even in establishing a professional relationship with me. Nobody among them was pleasant to be around.

She maintained her purity despite the fact that she was dating a number of different guys. I was well aware that she was making fun of me all the time in order to attract my attention. But I really wish I could tell her that I do love her and that I don't approve of the way she lives her life in any case. I came to the conclusion that it would be best for us to maintain some physical distance between us as siblings.

Therefore, I made the decision to wed one of the most wonderful ladies. She won't be able to compete with Sherry on that level because, in my opinion, Sherry was the best. However, she was the most admirable lady to ever carry my name. to join me in marriage. She had already established a strong reputation in the commercial sector of the steel industry. There was no discernible age difference between us, and she was extremely intelligent. I was thirty-two years old at the time, and she was thirty. Therefore, we are compatible with one another in terms of our careers, our fame, and our ages.

The only issue was that Emma wasn't Sherry as everyone thought! Sherry was the only person I had my sights set on.

However, I did not possess the necessary funds to purchase that item. Because she was my sister, all I wanted was to put up a fight against her affections as best I could.

I had the impression that I had prevailed in this war of love. However, I see that I was incorrect this time. I suppose there is no way to fight against love. It is comparable to a wave on the ocean. When the waves get bigger, no surfer will be able to ride her. If you do nothing but go with the current, you will quickly become submerged and drown.

I requested that Emma not suggest any kind of marriage to us. Despite this, we were just talking about our partnership in the context of business theory, and we agreed that it would make sense for people to be partners in both their personal and professional lives. Because she was already in love with me, she decided to take me up on that offer.

And that was it; all that remained for me to do was to organize a large party in my palace and invite all of the businesspeople in the nation as well as my closest friends, beginning with the mayors and the ministers and working my way up to the most important person in my life, who goes by the name "Sherry."

After this party, I was unable to explain the situation to her. I couldn't locate my stomach, and I simply couldn't bring myself to watch her cry because I knew it would break my heart. Or it's possible that I was scared that she would admit her feelings for me.

I can't help but wonder if she acted in the same way that I would.

However, despite the fact that I only had one percent of hope left in me, I continued to imagine that Sherry loves me more than she does my older brother.

This time, all I could do was cross my fingers and hope I was wrong, because it would be much simpler for me to bury my emotions deep within my chest and never talk about them again.

However, when the party started, Sherry was nowhere to be found at all. I was keeping the news of my marriage to Emma a secret from everyone while I waited.

We waited until Sherry came in with her ego attached to the arm of a tall, handsome man dressed in an expensive tuxedo. When she did, we took advantage of the situation.

My rage was impossible for me to contain or stifle.

Because of this, I made the snap decision to drop the news of my engagement on her as soon as possible. I tried to cover up how angry I was by putting on a fake smile. I reached down and pulled out the microphone before standing up and putting my arm around Emma's waist. I addressed everyone directly and stated, "Hello, we are here tonight to tell you that — Emma and I will be getting married soon, and from now on we are engaged."

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