My younger brother climbed into my bed in the middle of the night.

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I have a younger brother, my own brother. Although most Chinese people my age are only children, I
still have a brother from the same parents. He's two years younger than me and looks very much like me. Of course, this is thanks to
our parents, who look very much like each other, so their children are also very similar.
Thinking about my parents, I may never fully understand them. In most people's eyes, they must
be incredibly happy. My father was a handsome young man, and in middle age, he became even more charming, possessing
wealth that most people could only dream of. My mother is a beautiful and sexy woman. She's of mixed race, with a
European face and fair skin that all the women around her envy.
But she doesn't have the typical dim-wittedness of a beautiful woman; she is indeed a woman who is both intelligent and beautiful. This
couple, with both a son and a daughter, was the envy of countless people. I couldn't understand
what they could possibly be dissatisfied with. From a very young age, all I heard was their endless arguing. My
brother would cry uncontrollably, and I would hold him and comfort him, even though I was terrified myself. I tried to appear
strong, only letting my tears fall when no one was around.
Finally, this outwardly beautiful family crumbled. I was eight years old, and my brother was six. I stayed with my mother
, while my father took my brother back to my grandmother's house in Taipei. And just like that, our family was completely dissolved. Initially,
my father would bring my brother to visit me every year. Later, when my brother was 14, my father took him
to Tampere (a commercial city in Finland) for work, and after that, we rarely saw each other. My brother and I have
always kept in touch—letters, phone calls, emails, MSN, etc.
I'm always worried about him because he's so adorable. I've always doted on him since he was little, and we've never had a fight.
And all these years, I've lived with my mother, and at least she still loves me dearly. But it's different for my brother; he's
been separated from his mother since he was little, although he lives with our father. But a mother's love is irreplaceable. I remember
how attached he was to my mother and me when he was little. The day he was taken away, he cried his heart out, and I felt so bad. So,
I've always felt guilty towards him… perhaps partly for my mother.
My brother is also a very cute child, but perhaps these childhood experiences have made him very withdrawn and introverted,
never communicating with others. Therefore, he only talks to me about everything. He tells me everything, whether he's happy or unhappy.
Sometimes, when he's upset, he cries on the phone, saying he misses me and wants a hug from his older sister. That reminds me of how
my brother would cry and hug me, saying, "Sister, I'm not leaving," every time my dad brought him to visit. It really hurts.
So, although my brother and I don't have many opportunities to meet, we've always kept in touch.
On Christmas Eve two years ago (2003), my brother suddenly called to ask where I was. I said
I was home, what's wrong? He said, "Don't go out," and hung up. I was wondering what he was up to when the phone rang again a while later
. I answered and heard my brother's voice, "Sis~ come to the balcony."
I went to the balcony, looking around. "Look down!" I looked down… and my brother was looking up
at me, smiling and waving a sparkler. The sparkler's light made his eyes look especially bright. It all felt so
unreal; my brother, who was in Tampere yesterday, was now downstairs in my building.
As I stared at him, unsure if it was real or not, he suddenly said on the phone, "This is the real person! What's wrong?
Silly you? Did you miss me?"
I snapped out of my daze, turned, and ran downstairs. My younger brother, standing before me, made me dizzy again. It
had been over two years since we last saw each other. He seemed to have grown taller, and his handsome face was even more refined.
He saw me and hugged me tightly, saying, "Sis! I missed you so much! This time, I'm never leaving again."
It turned out my brother was determined to come here and had told Dad he never wanted to go back. Dad initially disagreed,
but seeing his son had grown so much and never been so insistent, and considering my brother's poor health and the
cold weather there, he finally agreed. He even bought him an apartment and found him a school. Haha—
our dad! This adorable dad always believes that anything he can't give can be
made up for with money. That night, my brother and I didn't go anywhere (of course, Mom must have gone out with her friends on Christmas Eve
). We happily spent Christmas Eve at home, so excited that we didn't sleep a wink. He kept hugging
me and leaning against me, saying he was afraid that if he let go, he would leave me. What a lovely child.
Later, after we decorated his house and went to school to register, he insisted that I
move in with him. I thought it was a good idea; it would allow me to take care of him while giving Mom some privacy. So I
moved in, and both Mom and Dad were very happy with it. Dad felt reassured that I would take care of my brother, and Mom felt it was perfect that
someone would take care of my brother without taking up her time. So I moved in with my brother
, and we lived a happy and peaceful life. My brother went to school during the day, and I went to work. In the evenings, I cooked dinner for him.
Sometimes my brother would pick me up from work, which, of course, drew envious glances from my female colleagues. We also had a dog, a blue-
eyed husky, which was super cute.
Sometimes my younger brother would ask me to pretend to be his girlfriend when we went out with his classmates. His classmates
would often say, "Niko (my brother's English name), your girlfriend is so pretty, you two look like a married couple."
Every time this happened, my brother would proudly say, "That's right." Then we would look at each other and naturally chuckle to ourselves.
I thought to myself, of course we look alike—we're siblings, after all. When he comes home, he always says, "Sis~ it would be so great if you were really my girlfriend
!"
Of course, I thought he was joking, so I would agree and say, "Sure, but won't your girlfriends at school be
jealous?" Unexpectedly, my brother suddenly said very seriously, "I don't like them at all, Sis~ I only like
you." I even teased him for being cheeky.
My relationship with my brother has become closer and closer, and more and more special. Sometimes when I'm cooking or doing laundry, he would
suddenly put his arms around my waist and say, "You smell so good" or "What are we having for dinner tonight?" Although I noticed something, I didn't take it to heart.
I thought he was just more attached to me. He didn't have a mother's love growing up, and he was especially attached to me and listened to
me a lot when he was little. I remember once my dad called long distance and said that my brother was sick but refused to take his medicine no matter what he said, even crying.
He wanted his older sister, and he was already 16 years old then. But he was still a child.
Until one day, while I was cooking, my younger brother stood beside me and suddenly said, "You're so beautiful," and then came over and kissed my
cheek. I suddenly felt a little shy and pushed him away, saying, "Stop it." Unexpectedly, he turned me around and kissed me instead. At first, he
was very gentle, but as I tried to dodge, he became more and more passionate. I almost fainted. When everything stopped,
my younger brother hugged me tightly and said, "Sister~ I really like you! I like you so much! I've always liked you."
That day, I found out that it was actually his first kiss. I couldn't believe it. My younger brother was very outstanding, so he always had
many suitors. I even thought it was normal for him not to be a virgin. I really didn't expect that he had never
kissed anyone else. Like he said, he had always liked me, and no other woman had ever entered his heart,
so he didn't want to kiss anyone but me. I felt so dizzy. He's my brother, we're blood relatives, how
could this happen? So I decided to leave him and go back to my mom's. Of course, I didn't tell her
what had happened; she was still complaining about why I wasn't there to take care of him…
After leaving him, he completely changed. He became lost and dejected, refusing to interact with anyone, not saying a word, ignoring
everyone except Cola (our dog). He wouldn't go to school, wouldn't even leave the house, and wouldn't eat
. He kept calling me. Later, I softened. After all, he's my brother. I went back to him. When
he saw me, he hugged me and cried, saying he never wanted me to leave him again. Then he was as happy as a child, even asking
Cola to perform some special tricks for me. This time, he really broke my heart. In just a few days, a 1.85-meter-
tall man had lost weight down to 110 pounds. I completely softened. I said, "You're so old, why do you always make me worry?"
He said his world only revolved around me, and if I stopped caring for him, he would lose his whole world.
A child with such a withdrawn personality like him really can't handle any setbacks.
My life continued as usual after I moved back, the only difference being that we were more like a young couple than before. I
took him to school every day, and he picked me up from work every day. We went out together on weekends, and everyone thought we
were a couple. I gradually accepted this feeling.
One day, about six months ago, my younger brother went to a party with his classmates. I was too tired to go, and
when he hadn't come home late that night, I went back to my room to sleep. I fell asleep quickly because I was so tired. I don't know
how much time had passed, but I felt something warm, like someone was stroking me. I forced my tired eyes open, and it
was my younger brother! He was on top of me, stroking my face. The strong smell of alcohol told me he had drunk a lot.
I wasn't sure if he was sober, so I started pushing him away and telling him not to do that, but he didn't stop. He
said in a gentle voice, "Good sister~ I like you so much~ I just want to..." "I want you as my woman, always have, and always will.
I love you~ I really love you~"
He slowly began to take off my pajamas, kissing my body... I kept pushing him away, but it was no use
. I seemed to be slowly accepting him. To be honest, he was indeed an irresistible guy. He
had a handsome face, delicate features, a slender body, and delicate hands. Beneath him, I offered powerless and
futile resistance, feeling conflicted and panicked. The moment he entered me, I shed tears, not knowing whether it was from the pain or
something else.
After the passion subsided, he seemed to sober up a bit. He cried as he kissed me, grabbing my hand and saying, "Don't leave, don't
!" I wiped away my tears, hugged him, and patted him, saying, "Silly girl, go to sleep!" After we showered, he refused to go back to his room, so
I had to coax him to sleep. I never imagined I'd get pregnant that time. At the hospital, he actually said, "Let's
keep the baby." I thought he'd gone mad, but seeing the serious look in his eyes, I could only coax him, saying, "
You're already the baby, so we can't have another one, understand?"
The surgery was very painful, and the pain was unbearable after the anesthesia wore off. Especially since it was my first time getting pregnant, the
pain was excruciating. He took care of me the whole time, doing laundry and cooking. I thought he wouldn't do a good job, but he did it perfectly! But
I know he was suffering a lot, especially since he was so worried I'd leave him again. Every night, I had to soothe and pat him to sleep,
and he often woke up in the middle of the night, searching everywhere for me if I wasn't there. When he found me, his
eyes were always full of tears, and he wouldn't say a word before holding me tightly.
I think I won't leave him again, and I don't want to care about anything else—at least not now.
My brother told me he's a Finnish citizen now, so we can definitely get married. If we're worried about our parents
finding out, we can go to another country. He insists on being with me and says he wants me to be happy
.
I think he's thinking a bit too far ahead right now. Let's see how things develop. Things aren't that simple; only heaven
knows what the future holds!
[The End]

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