Rachelle had been digging and sleuthing around in her parents attic trying to find any information of her past. She happened to find a box with her name on it that had a bunch of paperwork inside, when she stumbled upon the suicide note of her biological mother.
When she demanded that Angela should tell her the truth, Angela had no choice but to cave and confess. Rachelle was eighteen and Angela had just grown tired of withholding the truth. That’s when Rachelle found out that her best friend, Shane was in fact her biological brother.
It all unraveled and started making more sense as kids at her school many years ago, would often ask if they were brother and sister. Much to her horror, they did indeed look similar. They both had dark, glossy, and thick hair, perfectly arched eyebrows and green eyes except Shane’s eyes were a darker green and her eyes were cat green and glowed in the sunlight.
He had a body that looked as if the gods had chiseled him from the finest marble in existence. His bronze skin glowed like an angelic halo, and his teeth were perfect and bright as platinum. He had grown into a beautiful young man with great taste and great intellect. Every girl wanted him in yet he turned them down, claiming that all they care about is the way he looks and they don’t appreciate him for his mind.
Rachelle did not see anything amazing within her appearance at all; in fact, she spent most of her time wishing she looked like someone else. She had long and beautiful hair all the way down to her lower back.
She was almost as tall as Shane and she hated the shape of her body. She was a late bloomer. Not too long after she turned seventeen she had to replace her bra wardrobe because her breasts began to outgrow the cups.
She had a slight pudge in her stomach, a narrow waist with wide childbearing hips, and an end table ass. She hated how noticeably huge her breasts had grown, and she hated her intense hour glass figure and her pale skin that barely tanned.
For a long time, she was in love with Shane and she never told him how she felt because she didn’t think she was good enough for him. Now even if she wanted to tell him how she felt, she couldn’t because she just found out this whole time she was raised with her biological brother as a best friend.
Deep inside, she was internally screaming and her emotions were a cascade of waves furiously running through a nonstop current that was impossible to swim through. She was told not to exploit this information to him at all as Camille continued to withhold the truth and he was already twenty years old. But it was important that he knew. And she vowed to tell him everything.
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