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Danielle and Uncle Armand

PART ONE

CHAPTER ONE

I can still see her-sculptured nose and tender mouth, huge eyes drowned in dreams…

I still see her, so pale, so pure, in the white lace billows of her wedding gown.

I was seventeen when that bitch married Harry, my older brother. The couple moved into the same house in which my parents and I lived.

In the beginning, my relations with my sister-in-law were entirely friendly. But gradually Jackie seemed to lose that reserve which had been one of her charms.

She became flirtatious. She would throw me secretive glances that would ignite inside me like firecrackers. And when we were alone, she would always manage to be sitting in some very provocative positions. She would drape herself over the edge of a table or the arm of a chair. She would cross her legs so high that I would have to turn my head away.

But Jackie didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed. She displayed her thighs casually. Sometimes she wouldn't hesitate to pull up her skirt to adjust her stockings in front of me.

And I would feel my heart pounding like someone caught cheating in school.