Living with my sister

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Many friends often ask me why I'm thirty and still don't have a steady girlfriend. Don't I want to get married? If I keep delaying, I might find that my children are still under ten when I retire in my sixties. Then I'll have to continue working for several more years, which will be very tough. I always reply: This isn't the agricultural era anymore. Why do we need to get married, have children, and go to the fields so early? As for the old saying, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring," my older brother has been married twice. Although his first wife didn't have any children, his second wife gave birth to two sons, so I don't feel any pressure to "carry on the family line."

Besides, my income isn't high. After several years of working, with my brother's help, I barely managed to buy a small, secondhand apartment of about 30 square meters. I didn't want to be burdened by a loan, so I paid off the entire purchase price upfront. Then I renovated, painted, and bought furniture, which almost used up all my savings. Therefore, I don't care about buying a car anytime soon. I think renting a parking space would cost at least 3,000 yuan a month, and I don't drive often, so taking a taxi is more cost-effective. We usually eat out, but occasionally we buy frozen food to cook at home. Commuting to work by MRT is very convenient; life isn't wealthy, but we manage.

After our parents passed away in a car accident, my eldest brother's family went to the US, leaving only Xiaowei and me in Taiwan. Xiaowei is the youngest of the three, about three years younger than me, and she rents her own apartment. She's maternal to the three siblings because she was adopted and raised by our aunt from a young age. My eldest brother had long suspected this; our aunt had a child six months after marriage and then left it with our father, the most likely explanation being that Xiaowei was our father's child. He guessed that our aunt and uncle probably knew, and perhaps they had even argued about it. My mother and aunt are very close, and she treats Xiaowei like her own daughter; of course, no one has said it outright.

Before deciding to buy a house, I consulted her about the building structure and feng shui, and also suggested she buy a house to ensure she'd recoup her investment. She dismissively said: "Buy a house? My money goes to cosmetics; buying a house is my husband's business!" She was too lively; during her university years, she changed boyfriends like flipping through a book, earning her stern warnings from her older brother multiple times. She always reassured me, "Don't worry, I'm not a child. I'll take care of myself; everything will be fine." Who knows what happened? Two months ago, she suddenly called to tell me she was pregnant and about to give birth! Good heavens, this was an unmarried pregnancy. I scolded her on the phone, and after further questioning, I learned the man was her boss, a married man.

A few days ago, she called again, saying she had given birth to a boy, but the man's family forced her to stay, offering her money to settle things. She said she was very upset, her lease was expiring, and she wanted to move in with me temporarily. I agreed, of course, and spent a lot of time tidying up the room. Xiao Wei took two taxi trips, probably bringing all her belongings. This was the first time I'd seen her in over half a year. Perhaps because of pregnancy and childbirth, she looked very different—mature and charming; her hair was shorter, and she looked fresh and pretty, as if that unpleasant past was already behind her. I suddenly thought of supermodel Lin Chi-ling. Xiao Wei has a similar look, but she's more mature, only a few centimeters shorter.

Xiao Wei graduated with a degree in architecture, and although she didn't get her architect's license, she's still very good at AutoCAD drafting.

She discussed with me moving my computer from my room to another small room and buying an A2 inkjet printer; because her connections are still there, she can still get cases, so she can have some income. She also takes the initiative to do housework, including grocery shopping and cooking, and she even cooks the dishes I like. When neighbors greet her, she even introduces herself as her fiancée. She has her own perspective: siblings living together might lead to wild speculation if people with ulterior motives find out.

She doesn't want to affect my normal life. Of course she does! Before, when I was home alone, I would run around in just my underwear; now I have to wear shorts too. She laughed and said, "Nobody can tell you what to do. This is your home; you can do whatever you want." Her style was casual yet sexy; she liked to wear tank tops that accentuated her ample bosom, and she never wore a bra, her nipples peeking out, which drove me wild with desire, causing me countless erections. Every day after work, I could admire her long, shapely legs as soon as I opened the door, and she seemed quite comfortable letting me see them. Having her around had many advantages; the house was cleaner than before. She wasn't as noisy as she used to be, often staying in her small room working on the computer and drawing.

There was a small department store near our home, and she would drag me there, holding hands the whole way, like a couple.

In the stores, she always called me by my name—Haoming; she wouldn't suddenly call me "brother." When we ran into neighbors or received calls from high school or college classmates at home, she never gave us away. If a friend asked, "Who was that girl on the phone?" I had to answer, "She's my girlfriend." As we spent more time together, it became increasingly difficult to see her merely as a younger sister. However, I remained mindful of traditional etiquette and dared not overstep my bounds. Besides, I had no idea what she was thinking. I have a weakness, something I've always had: I can't get up in the morning. So, when I lived alone, I never forgot to set my alarm for 7:30. I would wake up, brush my teeth, wash my face, and head out to work. I would buy breakfast on the way—a sandwich and milk—and often eat it on the go. But after Xiaowei came, things changed drastically. She would cook porridge and steamed meat buns almost every day and insisted that I eat before leaving the house. From then on, I set my alarm for 7:00 sharp and only went to work after enjoying her homemade breakfast. Since there was always something to eat as soon as I woke up, I realized she woke up even earlier than me.

My vigilance relaxed, and one night I forgot to set my alarm. When it was time to wake up in the morning, I was still fast asleep. The astute Xiaowei noticed and immediately opened the door to wake me. It was early August, and the weather was very hot. Even with the air conditioning on, I was still wearing only light clothing. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, and my penis was erect from the blood flow, a sight that Xiaowei naturally saw. At breakfast, Xiaowei thoughtfully said, "Brother, you don't need to set an alarm anymore. I get up early anyway, I'll wake you when it's time." For the first few days, she "wakes" me up, but later she "pats" my leg. I thought this change was good; maybe Xiaowei was interested too, and I should find an opportunity to probe.

On Friday morning, Xiaowei, as usual, came into the room to "pat" me awake. Although I opened my eyes, I deliberately lingered.

Xiaowei tried a few times, and probably realized I was intentionally dawdling, so she lightly patted my genitals and said, "Brother, you'll be late if you don't get up." Of course, I still stayed in bed. Through her bullet-shaped underwear, she held my erect penis in her hand and said, "Good brother, what's wrong today? Something on your mind?" She arched her back, enjoying a few seconds of pleasure. I looked at her and said, "So comfortable... Wei'er, you're a good sister, and also a good older sister, a good wife. Thank you..." Xiao Wei chuckled, quickly leaning down and gently touching me, saying, "Good girl, get up. Tonight... Wei'er will fulfill her duties as a wife and make you very... comfortable..." I waited excitedly until I got off work, went home, and had dinner. But the wall of "incest" remained, preventing either of us from speaking; there was also some awkwardness during dinner. I always had to actively arouse the mood, like sitting naked on the living room sofa after a shower, wearing only my underwear. About ten minutes later, Xiao Wei also sat down, smelling fresh. We were very close. Looking at her, she was still wearing a tank top and a slightly loose skirt. She should have been able to see my physical reaction immediately—my underwear was bulging.

Suppressing my desire, I tried to make conversation: "Wei'er, it's been almost a month since I came here. Are you getting used to it?" "Of course I'm used to it. Living in your house feels like living in my own." "Then why are you so particular? I can afford the grocery money, the water and gas bills." "No, this house used to be for one person, but now it's for two people, so of course the expenses are higher than before. I also have an income, so it's only right that I share some of the costs, as long as you love me..." "Wei'er, of course I love you, but I've never had a girlfriend before, so I'm not very good at taking care of girls." She seemed to have found the fault in my words: "You really haven't had a girlfriend before? Don't be angry with me, okay? Then... what if I wanted one?" I moved my head to the left, trying to sneak closer to her, but my movements were clumsy, and she noticed. Xiao Wei didn't speak, turning her head away, her expression unreadable. She seemed to be trying to suppress her thoughts.

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