As she got better, my sister constantly reminded me of how much she loved me and the girls. I would stretch out beside her in our bed, resting my head against her shoulder and stroking her belly skin, which had begun to swell over the growing twins. She started showing her pregnancy only seven days after she had laid with the evil one, the demon of desire - as I called Rati; hate filling me. But how could I show this hate when here before me was my beautiful sister and marveling at the miracle that was w...