I am a twin with my sister, but since we were young, our parents have only favored my sister.

During festivals, my sister gets new clothes and I don't. My sister has endless snacks and rare toys to play with, but I still have nothing.

My sister is fair-skinned and beautiful, even better-looking than the kids in the city. Meanwhile, I am dark, thin, and dry.

My parents have spoiled my sister for over ten years. No matter what unreasonable demands she makes, they always comply.

The only requirement they have for my sister is that she cannot date or even look at other men until she turns eighteen. She must remain pure.

As my sister's eighteenth birthday approached, my parents started preparing for her coming-of-age ceremony a month in advance. They bought many things, all of which were for my sister. It's as if they forgot that my sister and I turn eighteen on the same day.

Unfortunately, all the things they prepared with great effort were in vain.

On the day of the ceremony, my mother found a love letter written to my sister in her room.

After reading the love letter, my mother trembled with anger. She grabbed my sister by the ear and dragged her into the room.

After so many years, it was the first time my sister had been beaten.

Back in the room, my mother threw the love letter in my sister's face and started scolding her furiously:

"You little slut! I've worked hard to take care of you, providing you with good food and drinks all these years! It's almost time for you to become an adult, and yet you dare to do such dirty things behind my back!"

My sister looked puzzled and immediately defended herself after picking up the love letter, saying, "Mom, I'm innocent! I didn't even know about this letter!"

Upon hearing the commotion, my father rushed into the room. My sister, upon seeing my father, immediately looked pitiful with tears in her eyes, attempting to seek his help.

However, after my father finished reading the love letter, without saying a word, he slapped my sister in the face.

Instantly, five fingerprints appeared on my sister's delicate face.

"Hurry, tie her up for me, right now! Whether she's innocent or not, I'll find out myself!"

My father took off the belt from my sister's clothes and tied her hands.

My sister, realizing they were serious, began to struggle desperately, trying to escape.

My mother grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, causing my sister to grimace in pain.

"You little slut, you still want to run away! Hurry up and hold her down!"

Instead of immediately restraining her, my father slapped her a few more times, leaving her entire face swollen, before disdainfully tying her to the bed.

When she couldn't move anymore, my mother fetched a thin rod, spread my sister's legs, and attempted to insert it.

My sister was terrified, shaking her head and repeatedly begging them to stop.

But my mother completely ignored her pleas and continued her actions.

"Save me! Help me, little brother!"

At that critical moment, my sister actually saw me peeping outside the door.

It was the first time she called me "little brother," but unfortunately, I didn't dare to save her.

Pretending not to hear, I silently turned away and stopped spying.