ZACHARY
Cassandra's clothes were so wet. She was sweating profusely because of the fever. I had to show Cassandra that we were brothers. Even though it's hard, I still have to do it.
I helped her remove her wet pyjamas even though my hands shook violently and my chest pounded fast. I also have to convince myself that what I did was a good attitude towards my sister. I can't lose control and cross the line. I remind myself over and over.
"Zach, that's enough. I can take off my own clothes."
I ignore it. I continued to unbutton her pyjamas one by one. Now I'm past the chest. I averted my eyes while taking off her clothes.
My sister! She is my little sister.
I was helping my sister change clothes because she was sick. She's my sister!
I kept repeating those words in my head.
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