At sixteen, my older sister Jenny was an annoying sibling. Shallow, nosy and a tattle tale; she seemed to revel in any trouble she could get me in. So... I always did my best to avoid her. It wasn’t too hard for me to get away from her nosiness, but I always had to be careful.The difference between our levels of intellect made my attempts to relate to my older sibling problematic. I was the smart geek in my class and Jenny was an airhead. Conversations with her were one sided most of the time. She. "I'm good, Mom. I'm really good."She smiled back at me, then turned her attention back to the road. I few minutes later, she spoke again. "They're pretty girls, aren't they?" Yeah, they are." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, but she still had her eyes on the road. The way she said that made me think she suspected something. Her next words confirmed it."I can tell you have a ... unique ... relationship with them. Whatever happens in your future, you make sure to treat them both. Please read Parts I throughVII before continuing.Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on myDeviant Art account: http://stipanow.deviantart.com/Sally had a hard time sleeping that night, as she tossed and turnedtrying to decide her best options for telling Joe some version of thetruth that would also prevent the revelation from undoing part or all ofthe work she had done with him so far. When she still found herself awakein the early hours of the morning, she. “Really, Akilah?” George said, “You don’t want to stay in the Mayfair, trust me, it’s a total dump, and a bad area, to boot. We have a pair of spare bedrooms in our house, and we aren’t far from the Mayfair. The bedrooms have good strong locks on them. They aren’t huge or anything, but they would probably serve your purpose, at least until you find something of your own.”“No, I really-” Akilah started.“Nonsense,” Jill cut her off, another mistake George looked at her for, “We really like.