Brother-Sister Love Song

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1.

Lan Kwai Fong isn't a place that never sleeps.

The proprietress of 97 Bar personally handed me a pint of Kirin draft beer and said,

"Old Zhang, this is the last call for the whole place."

"Oh, so late?"

"It's not late, it's almost dawn. This is the last drink, the bar is closing, so we can't see you again."

"Thank you, Amei, I'll leave after I finish."

"Are you alright? I haven't seen Annie lately. How is she?"

"I don't know." I held my glass without answering.

The proprietress was very experienced and knew how to talk. Of all the bars I've been to, I only frequented hers because of her hospitable service. She sat down next to me and said,

"I'm sorry, but since you're regulars, I've treated you like friends. Please don't mind me asking, but I've only seen you come alone for several nights. Did you break up?"

I said, probably.

"What a pity. You two were a perfect match, and your relationship was wonderful. So many years..."

I shook my head, sighed deeply, tilted my head back, and gulped down a full glass of bitter beer in one go. The overflowing bubbles soaked my tie and lapel.

She said, "If you have nowhere to go, you can come to my place and chat."

She placed a large bill under her beer glass, waved to the landlady, and said,

"Thank you. No need."

The landlady said, "Take care. Should I call a car to take you home?"

"No need, thank you. I'd like to go to the beach for some fresh air."

I staggered down the slope, walking unsteadily and aimlessly. Two patrolmen saw me and asked if I needed help. I said I'd just made up an excuse that I lived nearby and didn't need to trouble myself.

There was no one or any cars on the street; it was a sleeping city. My head was a little dizzy. I received a text message on my phone from Annie. My heart was pounding.

"If you're not asleep, come find me."

What did that mean? She wouldn't say I could go back to her bed and make love to her again. Or would she just remain silent with me until dawn?

Having moved out, I shouldn't go back. Going back to see her, I'm afraid of feeling ashamed, afraid of being reminded of painful memories, afraid of betraying the person I've wronged.

"Do you even care about me?" I could almost hear her whispering in my ear. She questioned me again and again.

I know I care about her. She knows too. I've thought about defying everything with her, you and me against the world, to seek our happiness. But I don't have the courage to let our love blossom, to bear everything. The happiness she wants is not something I can give her.

Looking up, I saw a late-night taxi stop right in front of me. The driver leaned out and asked, "Need a ride?"

I jumped in and returned to the place that used to be my home.

II.

Annie, wearing a bathrobe, opened the door and saw me drunk.

Her eyes were blurry, but I could see she was empty inside.

"It's almost dawn, and you're only just getting here."

"I received your text."

"I wouldn't have come if I hadn't texted you."

"No, I was afraid of running into him."

"I thought you wouldn't be jealous." She looked me over and continued,

"You've been drinking again. Look at you, you've spilled all the wine on your clothes, they're all wet."

She took off my shirt, and as she loosened my tie, her hand touched mine, and it felt like an electric shock. I grabbed her, pulled her close, and kissed her forcefully.

She let me kiss her first, then pulled away, turned her face away, and said, "No, don't do this."

"I'm sorry." I shouldn't have kissed her; she's about to marry someone else.

She didn't say anything, took my shirt into the bedroom, and hung it up on a hanger. I followed her, saying sorry again.

"Annie, all the mistakes and hurt I caused you are my fault," I said.

"Brother, all you know how to say is sorry. You can't say anything else."

"I…" I grabbed her hand, filled with remorse. Annie, do you understand? What can I say? What can I do?

She looked up into my eyes, stroking my stubble.

"Look at you, you haven't shaved again. Don't you know it hurts?"

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. You won't have the chance to prick me with your beard anymore. Kissing without the sting of stubble would leave me feeling disappointed." She tiptoed, hooked her arms around my neck, and pressed her cheek against my lips, nuzzling me like a kitten.

Her little mouth begged for a kiss. I gave it to her. I knew she couldn't forget me. How could she forget so many years of love all at once?

I freed my hands, lifted her skirt, and cupped her bare bottom to rub. She didn't resist, and pulled her robe up from the bottom, from her head, revealing a forbidden body: two high breasts and a tuft of pubic hair, trembling slightly like leaves in a breeze.

This body doesn't belong to me. I will take her into the church as her brother and hand her over to someone else. I once said goodbye to her with tears in my eyes; we were no longer lovers. From now on, we could only be brother and sister. We were, in fact, siblings. It's a bit inappropriate to undress her, kiss her, and caress her when we're not lovers. But I can't break the habit of touching her buttocks. And I can't forget her naked body; the feeling of being loved and made love to her was so sweet and fulfilling. She didn't object; she wanted to see her one more time, to touch her one more time.

However, it was I who gave her up, I said it myself, that I was going to give her away because I couldn't give her a future. For a taboo, a rule.

But as soon as Annie's clothes were off, the moment our lips touched, even reciting the Heart Sutra a hundred times couldn't stop my penis from getting erect.

I pounced on her, kissed her, and fell onto the sofa, carefully caressing every inch of her naked skin and every crease between her thighs, unable to stop.

Her skin felt hot and burning from my friction, her labia were wet and swollen from my fingertips teasing her, her nipples hard as if they could be picked.

It was the prelude to lovemaking. She didn't object. Someone had taken off my pants, and my erection pressed against her thigh, thrashing about. She flinched, but didn't push me away. I knew she still loved me.

The difference was, we had broken up. We were inseparable, yet we still had to separate. I moved out, reverted to a brother-sister relationship, but we made love again. Just like the hundreds and thousands of times we'd made love before.

I said to Annie, let's make love one last time, the very last time, even though I'd said the same thing to her countless times. Or, let's make love one more time before she walks down the aisle.

I saw the unbearable reluctance in her eyes as she looked towards the door. I laid her down on the bed, thrust my hips forward, and after a moment of stillness, her opening opened. I reached down, grabbed her, and pulled her inside. Her body swayed, her legs wrapped tightly around me. I took a breath and thrust in all the way. Her eyes rolled back, she let out a soft cry, and closed them. I was fully inside her, and we rose and fell together, making love again…

While I told Annie, "I'm sorry, I still love you," I scolded myself for not being able to let her go.

Three.

When did we become intimate lovers? Why did we start making love?

From my earliest memories, whenever I changed Annie's diapers, I felt she belonged to me. Little boys would hold their sisters like dolls, refusing to let go. I understood that my subtle feelings for her would invite ridicule and contempt from some; I knew I had fallen in love with my own sister.

Finally, when I realized our love was forbidden, there was no turning back. Our burning desire, like dry tinder, was irrepressible.

Loving my sister was a love judged as unconventional.

I never knew there was no room for a third party between us. While my classmates and friends found their partners, she was the only one by my side. In this bustling world, I cared only for her, and could only love her.

Throughout our growing up, Annie's hand remained clasped with mine, drawing ever closer. In the sea of people, we were a couple, our figures disappearing unnoticed, oblivious to how others saw us.

My duty was to protect her and make her happy. The summer after graduating from high school, I spent time with my classmates on the outlying island of Cheung Chau. Several couples in my class had made their relationships public, walking hand in hand. Annie was with me. We didn't need explanations for our inseparable bond; our classmates were used to us appearing as a brother-sister couple.

When Annie emerged from the changing room in a bikini on the beach, I saw a little girl suddenly emerge from her chrysalis, revealing her youthful figure and beauty, walking towards me. The boys' eyes lit up, all focused on her. But she brushed past them, plunging headfirst into the azure waves.

I was captivated by her figure. I searched for her in the water, finally finding her. When she surfaced, tossed her hair, saw me standing before her, and grinned foolishly, she wrapped her arms around my waist. I cupped her bottom, grinning foolishly back. The crowds on the beach seemed to vanish instantly; the sky and sea stretched out before us, brother and sister, never to be separated. It was destiny that we were made brother and sister, destined to be together.

I told the world I had fallen in love with my sister. I was madly infatuated with her, even idolizing her.

We secluded ourselves from the crowd, spending all our time together, making it impossible for boys interested in her to get close, while girls secretly admiring me were consumed with jealousy. Then came whispers, but their comments were long ignored. Because we lived in another world, a blurred world between kinship and love.

In my eyes, there was only one person: Anne. Among the many beautiful girls vying for attention, Anne was like a lotus emerging from the water. I was willing to live only for her; she was the one I longed for day and night. On her innocent and radiant face, I stole a kiss when she wasn't looking. She shyly buried her head in my chest, then, as I looked out to sea, wondering if I'd done something wrong, she looked up, gave me a gentle kiss, and ran off into the depths of the sea, diving in…

We hurried back, but it was already evening. The moon was full and bright. To see the moon and listen to the waves, we strayed far from the group and the ferry terminal. We were so happy, so romantic, that we forgot our journey home. Our companions left us behind, making us miss our ferry.

We watched the last ferry depart, feeling it was fate. No one bothered us anymore. We walked hand in hand on the beach, like other couples. In a corner of the seawall, we embraced and nestled together.

I think it was a night I'll never forget. We felt closer, loved each other more than ever before. Annie remained silent, letting the stars and sea breeze speak for her reliance on me. I said to Annie, "The ship has left, they've all gone, what are we going to do?" She said, "I don't know." "Then let's go back to the holiday home for the night."

A sea breeze was blowing, the night was deep, and it was a bit chilly. I warmed her with my body. I pointed to the lights on the distant shore and told her that our home was on the other side of the coast. This was the first time my brother and I had spent the night alone together; it wasn't a planned arrangement, but I used it as an excuse to spend time with her. The waves and the moonlight were romantic, the kind of atmosphere I was looking for.

Under the bright moonlight, her clear, delicate features were pure and beautiful.

I lightly brushed her lips with my fingertips. Her chin kept touching mine.

She said, "Brother, I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I don't know what I'm scared of."

"The way you look at me scares me."

"Am I fierce?"

"No, it's just that I feel..."

"What?"

"People don't know how to say it. You keep staring at people like that, it's embarrassing. It makes people afraid to look at you. You're the older brother, why don't you tell people what's on your mind instead of making them tell you?"

"Tell what?"

"What are you thinking?"

If she hadn't asked, I would have kept these words to myself. Perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.

I said, "What I want to tell you, don't you know?"

She said, "How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? Am I a worm in your stomach?"

I said, "You know. How could you not know? Even some unrelated people know. If you insist I say it, I'll just say it. Don't blame me.

" "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. I'm not forcing you."

"I'll tell you, don't run away." Actually, I was pressing her body against my chest; how could she run away?

"Brother, are you going to bully me?"

"Quite the opposite. I can't let anyone bully you... and..."

Annie's face was already flushed. She knew exactly what I was going to say, and she was waiting for me to say it.

"What I want to tell you is... I don't want you to be like your sister..."

Annie should understand, but her head was lowered, avoiding my face that was getting closer and closer. She gave me a long pause, waiting for me to continue, while my heart was racing, my hands were sweating, and I stammered:

"If we were together, would you be willing?"

How embarrassing, how could Annie answer this question? I lifted her face and said to her, "Annie, coming to this island, I've discovered how wonderful it would be if I weren't your brother, but like other boys, I could be with you. I think if you're willing to listen, I should tell you that I have thoughts of dating you."

"Brother... I don't understand what you're saying."

"I understand, I just hope to love you more."

She said, "How can I do that?" I said, "If you love me that much, you'll want to do those things." She nodded in agreement. We looked up at each other, and I put my arms around her waist, feeling the extraordinarily sweet intimacy after expressing our love. Our hearts pounded. A fire ignited between our lips, burning through our entire bodies.

Why did I confess my love to Annie? She's my sister! I never thought about dating her. But everything seemed to be arranged for this moment, making me want to kiss her regardless of everything. However, I felt it was strange to kiss my sister like lovers, after growing up together, fighting, and arguing. How could two siblings fall in love? How could we think of being together like lovers? Actually, we had long treated each other like lovers, but we had never kissed before, never dared to caress each other's bodies, because of that boundary.

The first kiss was so sweet and terrifying; I knew that once I kissed her, there was no turning back. I've been wanting to taste her moist little lips for a while now; they must taste so sweet. When we share popsicles, I lick one and she licks the other, and the popsicle tastes especially good. Should I ask her first? But that's hard to say. It's difficult to tell your sister, "Can I kiss her?"

We were inseparable, hand in hand, never apart. Someone told me, "Just kiss her, in this night arranged by fate, hold her waist, and kiss her."

I closed my eyes, afraid to look at who I was kissing, and our lips met, our tongues intertwining. The art of kissing seemed innate. Our kiss was awkward, but intoxicating. We were both lost in a dreamlike feeling, indescribable.

When she opened her eyes and shyly lowered her head, I was almost certain, this was love, we siblings were truly in love. I could love her like this, make her submit to me, and let her be my puppet. After the kiss, she buried her face deeper in my arms, hiding her blush.

On the beach, couples intertwined, kissing passionately. We were one of them, our love sealed under the moon tonight.

We could kiss on the beach all night long, without getting tired. It was incredibly fresh and exciting. But the desire ignited by that first kiss urged us to have a more intimate encounter, on this mysterious night. The resort would be a suitable place. The manager sized us up; an underage couple would cause her trouble, but we had stayed there for a week and knew us. Since there were still rooms available, she let us stay the night.

How many young men and women had their first sexual experience in these resorts? This thought flashed through their minds as they slept together.

I took off my jeans and t-shirt in front of her. Annie blushed again, because we entered this room, where we could hear the sound of the ocean waves, with unspoken anticipation.

I sat openly beside her, gently stroking her face. Desire surged, like the waves outside the window. She shyly took off her underwear and lay down beside me. We only kissed. Her tongue ignited my desire. I lifted her t-shirt; she wasn't wearing a bra. I knew from the start that her nipples had hardened after she changed after swimming. I'd also, intentionally or unintentionally, caressed those alluring points; they were developing, slightly raised, but I could already see how, in the future, her breasts would become fuller with my constant squeezing.

Just a few rubs, and she cried out in pain. It was the tightness and pain of developing breasts. I pulled her panties down a little, caressed her buttocks, and when I reached her vulva, she was a little scared.

I said, "Just a look." I pulled her panties down below her knees, parted her thighs, and opened her labia to see the folds and tender flesh inside. She was a little nervous and shy, constantly trying to avoid me. I gently stroked her outside with my fingers for a while, then kissed her. She shivered.

This was a kind of intimate contact that chilled even myself. It had been a long time since we'd been naked together. Ever since my mother discovered that my little thing would get erect when I bathed with my sister, we'd drawn a line between us.

My penis had been erect all night since our first kiss. I held her tightly, trying to hide its large size from her. She would be startled. I only gently touched her labia, telling her not to look if she was afraid.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, we explored each other's bodies. She dared not look at me, yet she still wanted to. My penis was exposed, and she became frightened.

She reached down, as if to touch it, but then withdrew.

I caught her retreating hand, took it, and guided her slowly to touch that hard, yet gentle thing. If we truly loved each other, inevitably, she would give herself to me in exchange for the love this thing offered.

I had heard, or seen in movies, that lovemaking required complete nudity. But perhaps we didn't need to, because my lust had reached an uncontrollable point. Or, perhaps I should let Annie gradually adapt to our life as lovers. In short, many thoughts raced through my mind: whether or not to undress her.

Finally, I didn't let Annie undress completely, because I loved her. I let her panties fall down to her knees and held her little bottom in my hands. I fantasized that her breasts would grow as firm and round as her little bottom. I let her little hands gently touch my thing, and with incredible self-control, I held back from ejaculating, proving I was a responsible older brother. I stopped at the entrance of her vagina, not going any further. Actually, I was more afraid than Annie of what if she got pregnant.

I caressed her delicate, still-developing body; her pubic hair wasn't thick yet, or it was sparse at all. I was wondering, should I make love to her? This was a new beginning, and I looked forward to the future, to many sweet moments of love with Annie. I would make her happy and let her feel loved. How would I love her? Intimate physical contact, even making love, these were what I hoped for, what I longed for. Even on this night of expressing love, I had already pressed my erect penis against her thighs, letting her know that I had this desire for her, that I truly had a need.

Annie was no longer on guard, and I thought this was the right time to make love to her. We became a couple. Annie was too young, wasn't she? Could we get married? Should we hide our relationship from our families? I didn't care anymore. I had simply fallen in love with her, and I was willing to love her like this.

In the end, I didn't penetrate her trembling body. I rubbed her thighs together, and there I ejaculated into a real girl's body for the first time. That was exciting enough. Afterwards, in a daze, I regretted it. I hadn't taken responsibility for the lust I had aroused in Annie.

I have to admit, I still didn't have the courage to try making love with Annie.

I had just turned seventeen, and she was not even thirteen yet.

IV.

A long summer vacation can happen a lot. I was accepted into a prestigious university's preparatory program, while my classmates went their separate ways. Summer is a great season for romance. During the time off from school, Annie and I didn't need to sneak around dating; we were together every day, doing the things couples do. Annie was a girl in the throes of first love, enjoying the constant caresses her body received. She suddenly grew a few centimeters taller, and her excess fat disappeared. Her breasts, receiving my caresses every day, seemed to grow fuller each day. She had reason to buy some new clothes that showed off her youthful figure. Even her pubic area, which often aroused my fantasies, was soft and thick, perhaps from my semen.

I couldn't just focus on my own ejaculation and ignore her sexual desire stimulated by my caresses. Or, I couldn't stop my fingers from merely teasing her labia without penetrating and exploring the location of her divine clitoris. I wasn't sure if I'd found it, but Annie's reaction made me think she was incredibly sexy. So, while making love to her with my fingers, I pressed against her thighs, testing the limits of my erection. Our body temperatures rose to a fever pitch, and Annie's nipples were so hard I couldn't believe it. I heard her panting, and as she wrapped her arms tightly around me, her legs clamping together, I ejaculated. However, it was still with my fingers inside, ejaculating outside.

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