Sister, my love 1

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The relationship ended just like that, simply because I wore a pale yellow turtleneck sweater my sister bought me, and she criticized me, saying, "So effeminate! Like a girl!" After that, I never asked her out again.

Criticism was fine with me, but criticizing my sister was absolutely unacceptable, especially everything she had done for me. I always felt that it was better to go out with my sister than with her. It wasn't until

I went to university and truly understood love that I realized I had fallen in love with my sister.

Falling in love with one's own sister was unacceptable to society, a very taboo love. So I could only suppress my feelings, only finding solace in casual conversations over a few phone calls a week.
I couldn't let my sister see through my thoughts, and I avoided mentioning my love life. Even when she sometimes asked with concern, I always gave vague answers or made up a story about another woman to answer her questions.

Moving to Taipei to live with my sister filled me with joy for a full two weeks. Although I was about to face the heavy workload of graduate school, the thought of being able to spend every day with her and share her daily life had overwhelmed me with overwhelming joy.

On my first day in the apartment, my sister had already furnished my room perfectly: warm bedding, a large bookcase covering half the wall, a computer, a wooden desk, and brightly colored imitation oil paintings on the wall—she had clearly put a lot of thought into it. Even the wardrobe had a few wool coats.

My sister said, "It's getting a bit cold in Taipei, so I bought everything for you first."

I felt a pang of jealousy seeing my sister standing with her boyfriend.

My sister's boyfriend, A-Jie, said, "Xiao-Xin has never been this good to me. Knowing you were moving in, I became the workhorse. A week ago, I finally managed to move all this wooden furniture in, and these past few days, she even wanted me to go with her to buy coats. Heaven knows how difficult it is to buy winter clothes in the fall; we went to so many places! And she hasn't even bought me a tie." He complained.

The weather was just starting to get a bit chilly, so buying winter clothes was indeed a bit early. Thinking of my sister's doting affection for me, my jealousy immediately vanished.

I quickly packed my luggage and then accompanied A-Jie and my sister out for a meal. Perhaps because we hadn't seen each other in a while, my sister had a lot to say to me. She asked about my exam results, my new school,

and I asked her how she and A-Jie met and if her work was going well. The whole way, my sister held my arm, making it seem like we were the couple.

After dinner, A-Jie drove us back and left first. I went to my room and continued my unfinished work, carefully arranging the clothes and books from my luggage.

In a small drawer of the wardrobe, I discovered that my sister had thoughtfully bought several pairs of underwear and socks, all neatly folded together.

I examined them one by one; they were all my usual close-fitting briefs. The fabric wasn't much, but it tightly covered my masculine features, and the colors were mostly my preferred neutral tones.

My sister had already shaped my unique preferences.

A warm feeling flowed through my heart, tinged with deep affection.

Sister! My dearest sister, you haven't neglected even the most private parts of a man, just like my heart for you, never missing your every move.

I called out to the sister in the next room, "Thank you, sister!" She didn't respond; I didn't know if she didn't hear me or didn't know what I was thanking her for.

That day, I tidied up the room, sweating profusely, and then went into the bathroom to wash away the stench. I changed into a black tank top and gray underwear that my sister had bought for me, and all night long,

I felt as if my sister's warm body was embracing me.

For the first few days, my sister went to work as usual, while I took advantage of the break before school started to visit some classmates studying or working in Taipei to reconnect.

Every day when I returned home, my sister had prepared a sumptuous meal for me. She had already learned to cook well in high school, and in a time when women generally neglect housework, my sister's culinary skills were truly rare.
Before I leave work, my sister will ask me if I'm going home. If not, she'll grab a quick bite outside, while I prefer our time alone and usually force myself to be home before six.

"Whoever marries my sister is truly blessed. She's good at making money and cooking. You couldn't find a woman like that even with a lantern," I'd say, praising her cooking as I ate.

"Really? Once I get married, no one will cook for you anymore!"

"That's right! If I could find another sister... no! A woman with the looks and virtues of a sister, I would definitely marry her." "

Is your sister really that good?"

"Yes! Your sister's goodness is beyond description, and words can't do it justice!"

"Then your sister will cook for you for the rest of her life. After we get married, we'll live together... oh... no! We'll live next door to each other. Whenever you're hungry, I'll bring your whole family over to eat your sister's cooking, okay?"

"Okay! I'm just afraid I won't be able to find a woman as good as my sister to marry, and I'll be a bachelor for life. Then I'll shamelessly stay at your house!" Actually, what I really wanted to say was that rather than living next door to each other, it would be better if we just lived together like this. I could eat delicious food and see the woman I love, day after day, year after year. And could I say that?

"What do you think of Ah-Jie?" I asked my sister.

"He's just average, nothing special. A girl living alone can't do without a man to help her. He can help fix her car when it breaks down, help carry appliances when she buys them, change light bulbs, fix pipes—that's no good. So, I had to find someone."

"I think Ah Jie loves you very much! He listens to you completely."

"Hmm! You know that now. He is indeed a good person, but I lack a certain feeling for him, a lack of passion in love. I can go a whole week without thinking about him until he shows up at my company. Is that love? I know it isn't, so I have no intention of marrying him." "

But you're almost thirty, you'll have to get married sooner or later, won't you?"

My sister was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Can't you help me change light bulbs and fix pipes? Do you have to find someone else?"

"I can… but…" My heart pounded, and I couldn't say anything. One day I came home late, and as soon as I entered, I saw my sister with her hair tied up, squatting in the bathroom washing clothes.

Her fair neck was flawless, glistening with fine beads of sweat. I secretly kissed it from behind, startling her.

My sister playfully scolded, "Why are you sneaking around like a thief? Didn't we agree you'd be back at ten?"
"I was worried about you being alone at home, so I slipped away without even having a drink!" It was a university reunion. I'd told my sister it would end around ten, but after dinner, everyone was clamoring to go to a hotel. I wasn't interested, so I drove back to my place.

"Why are you hand-washing? Isn't there a washing machine?"

"Some pure cotton fabrics are less likely to deform when hand-washed, and washing machines don't clean them properly, making them uncomfortable to wear!" my sister replied, her small hands still rubbing.

I saw that among the soaking clothes were several of my shirts and trousers, including my underwear stained with yellow stains, tangled together with my sister's small, lace-trimmed panties.

I stammered, "Sister! Aren't my clothes in the laundry tub in my room? I was planning to wash them myself."
"I washed all the dirty clothes when I saw them while tidying your room. Who knows how long you'd have to wait to wash them yourself? You're so lazy!"

"But...but those are men's underwear..." I saw that the underwear my sister was rubbing was also mine, with yellowish stains on the crotch area—fluid secreted from my own genitals. I blushed and protested.
"What? Afraid your sister will touch your underwear? I don't mind the dirt..." A blush also crossed my sister's pretty face, but she didn't stop.

"I'm...I'm sorry! Otherwise, I'll help too." I grabbed a stool and sat down next to my sister, picking up one of her panties and rubbing it like she was doing. It was a pinkish-white silk panty, semi-transparent on the back, with many rose flowers embroidered on the crotch area, shimmering with a pink hue. The texture was quite fine. I spread it out and rubbed the faint stains inside. Thinking that these were marks left by my sister's private parts, my crotch swelled up a bit.

My sister blushed deeply, and she chuckled shyly, "No! That...that place is dirty..."

"I don't mind the dirt! On the contrary, I love washing!" I retorted, echoing her words. She scolded me, seemingly at a loss for words, and we, siblings, finished washing all the clothes with flushed faces.

During the process, her blushing face was so beautiful that I almost forgot she was my sister. I longed to pull her into my arms, to press my skin against hers, to gently touch her delicate body with my burning penis. My erect penis expressed my lust for her, but I wondered if she felt as hot as I did inside her tight-fitting shorts. Because most of my time in my second year of graduate school was spent on writing my thesis, my first year's coursework was extremely heavy, far exceeding that of my undergraduate years. I had only just begun to familiarize myself with the environment and facilities of the new school when the ensuing exams and reports quickly overwhelmed me.

As the year drew to a close, I had a research report on consumer behavior due, which included actual market research data. I estimated that I would need at least one hundred valid questionnaires. During a break, I drafted the questionnaire and planned to conduct random surveys on the streets of Taipei on a day off.

To lighten the workload, I asked my sister to take five of the questionnaires to her office to ask a colleague for help. She readily agreed when I asked about the deadline.

Since the deadline was next Thursday in class, I calculated that if I could get the results by Sunday, plus four days for analysis, organization, typing, and formatting, completing the survey wouldn't be difficult.

If my sister could help with half the work, we could probably finish the survey in less than half a day, leaving us with extra time to see a movie or go for a walk. My sister loves me, and she would definitely agree.
With these plans in mind, I continued to focus on my studies, making the most of every minute at school to get home early and spend more time with my sister, so I could spend time with her easily and without pressure when I got home.

I remember it was a Thursday night. I didn't leave the lab until after eight o'clock. It was drizzling, and the air was damp and chilly. For convenience, I hadn't worn a raincoat and rode my motorcycle along Roosevelt Road.

Tiny raindrops formed halos in front of my glasses, obscuring my vision. I didn't dare ride fast, only daring to stay in the motorcycle lane.

The temperature wasn't low, but the dampness brought a chill, especially with the biting night wind. I pulled my neck into my turtleneck sweater, thinking of my sister at home, and a warm feeling welled up inside me.

My sister must have eaten out before coming home, right? She would definitely take a shower first, then change into a silk two-piece bathrobe, and watch TV with her bare feet tucked in. She would probably be nonchalant, sipping fruit tea while keeping track of the time, perhaps her half-damp hair still carrying a strong musky scent.

I chuckled as I rode, remembering the day I washed her underwear. Her underwear was so smooth and cute; if she wore it, it would be incredibly alluring, captivating everyone's attention. Was her shyness then merely sibling embarrassment? But what I held in my hands was fabric that was in contact with her private parts 24/7. Didn't she feel the ambiguous sexual undertones?

The light turned red! I stopped at the intersection in the bustling mansion district. It was just past eight o'clock, and the streets were crowded with people and cars. Cars were parked on the road, while people huddled under the covered walkways.

Colorful umbrellas formed a sea of flowers, almost drowning out the throng. After the light turned green, I moved forward with the traffic, and vaguely, I thought I saw my sister in the crowd.

I leaned closer to the roadside and looked into the damp covered walkways. Was that woman with long, black hair, a blue woolen coat, and tight black trousers my sister? Yes! It was my sister! That round, pert, narrow bottom must be hers. What was she doing on the street on such a damp and cold night? I parked the car on the side of the road and watched my sister from afar. She was holding a stack of white papers, approaching passersby one by one. Most people shook her off, ignoring her; a few stopped, whispered a few words, and then moved on. But she persisted, asking each person one by one.

I took a few steps forward and saw that my sister's hair was wet, her bangs were wind-up, and her light blue sweater had several patches of navy blue stains. Suddenly, my nose stung with tears, and I shouted to my sister, "Sister!"
My sister heard me and waved, still talking to the passersby. I went up to her and asked, "Sister! What are you doing?"

She gave the passersby an apologetic look and replied, "Didn't you see? I'm helping you with a questionnaire!" The white papers in her hand were covered with lines of fine print—it was the questionnaire I had designed!

"You...you...it's so cold at night, why aren't you staying home? You're out handing out questionnaires on the street! How can I bear this..." I felt both heartache and anger. I snatched the questionnaire from her hand and tried to pull her away.

"I was thinking, since I'm free tonight, why don't I finish this for you first..." she stammered, letting me pull her along.

Before she could finish, I interrupted her loudly, "You don't know how much it hurts me. From now on, I'll handle my own affairs; you don't need to worry about me!" "

Oh...are you angry? I was thinking of finishing this first, so you can go out with me on Saturday and Sunday!" My sister, like a child who had done something wrong, obediently followed me.

Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Sister! Why are you so good to me? Why do you let me indulge in your tenderness? Aren't you afraid I'll become addicted and be doomed? Or is your love for me as deep as my love for you? I wanted to scream, to hug my sister tightly, and tell her not to spoil me with excessive pampering, because it would make me misunderstand! I wandered aimlessly for a long time, my thoughts racing, when suddenly my sister asked, "Little brother! Where are you going, wandering around like this?"

I looked around, stunned. "Yeah! Where am I going?"

My sister chuckled, took my hand, and led me back. "Silly boy! The car's over here!"

Although the rain was getting heavier, with my sister by my side, I didn't feel cold at all. After a few steps,

my sister snuggled into my arms and whispered, "Don't get angry!" I pouted and replied, "Who's angry?" Of course! If you understood my heart, you'd know I wasn't angry, but heartbroken! My sister and I maintained this ambiguous relationship. Although I suspected she harbored romantic feelings for me, I couldn't test her, because whatever the answer, it would be an unbearable result.

I love my sister, and she loves me. Our love should have been a blessed union, but the fact that we're siblings makes it an unacceptable, societal ill-fated relationship. And when I misunderstood her feelings, mistaking familial love for romantic love, I was heartbroken. Rather than be heartbroken or bear the stigma of incest, I thought it best to let things take their course.
Then one day, I was drinking with my professor and senior classmates to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. That night, I drank too much and could barely walk. My sister called me, and I could only mumble for her to come pick me up, because I couldn't even ride a bike.

As soon as my sister arrived, I collapsed into the back seat of the car. With each bump, I vomited all over the car and myself. I vaguely heard my sister complaining repeatedly, telling me to drink less alcohol, saying it made her sad.

When I woke up again, I was back in my room. I felt like I was sleeping in a warm, cloud-like place, with a warm current flowing over my body. I opened my eyes and saw my sister.

She was holding me, her head bent down, wiping my body with a hot towel. She was so focused that she didn't notice I was awake. By the touch of her skin, I knew I was completely naked, my entire bare body pressed against her chest.

I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid she would be embarrassed if she knew I was awake. I felt the hot towel slide over my armpits, over my lower abdomen, even my penis and scrotum, before finally gently parting my legs and carefully wiping my buttocks.

Through my sister's silk nightgown, I could feel her rapid breathing, her body burning hot. Her heart was restless, her desire surging. How could she not be captivated by the sight of a mature man's naked body?

The thought of myself, completely naked before her, while she gently and carefully wiped me clean filled me with a frenzy. My penis inexplicably hardened, and I felt embarrassed, too ashamed to open my eyes.
My sister probably noticed; her body trembled. Seeing I hadn't opened my eyes, she softly called out, "Ah Sheng! Ah Sheng! Are you awake?" Her rapid heartbeat pounded against my arms.

I didn't open my eyes. My sister held her breath for a long time, then suddenly gently grasped my penis and said softly, "You're so naughty even when you're drunk! You scared me to death! If you woke up, I really wouldn't know what to do." Her warm little hand held my penis firmly, slippery and smooth. The more comfortable I felt, the more erect my penis became. I really wanted to jump up and hug my sister, forgetting all about incest and perverse love.

My sister held it for a long time before her breathing gradually calmed down. Suddenly, she sighed, "Oh! Can I tell you I love you? God! You're my brother, my own brother... I... what should I do?"

I felt my eyes getting hot and my heart warm. I finally knew that my sister loved me, not just sibling love, but romantic love. A sister could caress every inch of her brother's skin, even his private parts and anus without a care. That transcended the kinship that siblings should have; it was a sincere and profound love.

With joy, I fell asleep again. Having drunk quite a bit, pretending to be asleep easily turned into real sleep, though it was better to be asleep. There were some things I needed to think about carefully, and I didn't want embarrassment, awkwardness, or impulsiveness to hinder my love for my sister.
Now that I knew how my sister felt about me, how could I let her know my feelings? The next few days were filled with the biggest dilemma of my life. I desperately wanted to confess my feelings to her, yet I feared that a sudden confession would stir up trouble and cause her to flee in panic. Everything needed preparation, but where was the bottom line? Was I destined to suffer like this day after day? The distress was bearable, but the worst part was facing the person I loved every day, knowing she loved me and I loved her, yet unable to take things further. The deliberately suppressed desire was like a time bomb bound to my body, destined to explode, disintegrate, and shatter one day.

My outward appearance was human, but my heart was slowly transforming into a beast.

My sister started blushing easily! An ambiguous atmosphere formed between us. She still cooked a sumptuous dinner of four dishes and a soup every day, but I came home more punctually every day.

After dinner, my sister, as usual, took a shower first, then curled up on the sofa watching TV. I spent less time reading and became more interested in watching her.

The beast forming within me gradually compelled me to commit shameful acts.

I started showering right after my sister, then, wearing only tight briefs and a t-shirt, I would move around in front of her, sometimes sitting opposite her and staring at her, sometimes pressing my thighs tightly against her pink legs.

I was seducing my sister, and wasn't she seducing me in return? Before, I wouldn't have dared to think too much about her dressed like this; it was considered comfortable. Now, knowing she loved me deeply, I saw her as a young woman, and her alluring appearance—half-revealed in her t-shirt, her body slightly exposed—was definitely tempting me.

A predatory beast lurked within us, forcing us to walk a tightrope; one wrong step, and we would both perish! Looking at my sister with the eyes of a woman, she was beautiful! She was so beautiful it made my blood boil, so beautiful it made my heart race. Sitting across from my sister, I could see her glistening shoulders and full, rounded breasts beneath her thin-strapped nightgown. Though only half of one was visible, they were a captivating pink. The soft fabric seemed to reveal her nipples, like ripe dates, if not more carefully.

My sister always watched TV with her legs tucked in, knees drawn up. She must have done it on purpose. No matter how much she pulled her knee-length skirt, it couldn't hide her alluring figure. Although she wore underwear, the fabric crotch was so tight it only accentuated her narrow vulva, making it even more obscene.

My sister must know my reaction. Every time she saw the beautiful cleavage outlined by those long, fleshy mounds, my underwear would bulge, like a swollen sausage rising between my legs, drawing my attention. And yet, she could still talk to me, speaking slowly and deliberately with a flushed face.

I always gave in and retreated to my room, trying to seduce her bulging vulva with my bare hands.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. A burning desire consumed my reason, a ferocious beast tore at my soul. I turned and embraced my sister, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, my penis nestled in her deep cleavage.

I gasped for breath, her fiery body pulsating. She paused in my arms for a moment, then softly asked, "Brother! What's wrong?"

Caught off guard, I blurted out, "Sister smells so good! So beautiful!" and fled back to my room. I knew she was waiting for me to confront her! If I saw her as a woman, then a man should take the initiative, no longer letting her dictate everything. As for the uncertain future between us, and the societal condemnation and guilt surrounding incest, that should be my responsibility. But if I ran away, she would still be my sister.

I wouldn't shirk my responsibilities as a man. I deeply loved my sister and wanted to offer her gentle yet strong support; I just wasn't ready yet.

In the days that followed, I avoided my sister. Sometimes I was busy in the lab until the wee hours, sometimes I'd exchange a few words with her before quickly retreating to my room.

My sister knew my inner conflict, because her inner struggle was no less than mine. She still spoke to me with concern whenever she saw me, her tone as usual, but her worried expression was subtly visible. I knew she saw this problem as a test of our love, a preventative measure against future hardships.

Love had been brewing since childhood, but blossomed in adulthood. Its authenticity didn't need investigation; it filled our hearts. However, its reality could only be judged by a simple binary: reality is lush and lifelong, illusion is a fleeting dream, forever buried in our hearts.

For both of us, this was a choice without failure; no matter how deep the pit, it was up to us to jump in! I knew the biggest problem before us was the conflict and disintegration of family relationships caused by our sibling relationship. It involved the obstruction of elders, the condemnation of public opinion, and the genetic abnormalities of offspring. The fact that consanguineous marriage easily leads to intellectually disabled children is a proven fact, both in practice and medically. Everyone would use this as a reason to criticize and condemn me.

But I love my sister! Without her, I might never want to get married, and how would I have children? Besides, with her, I could adopt orphans, raise and nurture them with love, and a large family in the future wouldn't be a dream! As for how our parents and society see us, there's only one solution: escape! Escape to a remote, impoverished place, escape to a foreign land, and who would know we're siblings? But can I do that? Would my sister be willing? How can our parents bear the loss of two children?

One weekend morning in December, my sister was at work while I was at home working on a report. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Ah-Jie. I invited him to sit in the living room.

"My sister isn't here! It's a weekend, she has to go to work." I made Ah-Jie a cup of coffee.

"No! I came to see you!"

"See me? What's wrong?" I asked, surprised.

"Xiao Xin has rarely gone on dates with me since you moved in! When I ask her if she has a new boyfriend, she won't tell me. Can you tell me?" A-Jie lit a cigarette, his eyes a little forlorn.

"No way! She stays home on weekends, she probably doesn't have time for a new boyfriend!"

"But I've noticed she's been radiant lately, smiling much more. I can't help but suspect that. Is there some happy event in your family lately? That's why she's so happy."

"No! Hmm… maybe it's because I come over to keep her company and tell her jokes, that's why she's getting prettier!"
"Hmm! Oh! Then I misunderstood her. Actually, Xiao Xin is a really gentle and virtuous girl. Not only is she beautiful and intelligent, but most importantly, she has a strong sense of family. Whoever marries her will have a truly fulfilling life. But she's so aloof and indifferent towards me. I really don't know what to do to make her like me." A-Jie sighed.
"I understand! Even I, her younger brother, can't figure her out." Yes! I also don't understand why my sister loves me, her younger brother?

"I've never seen a sister who dotes on her brother like this. Sometimes I feel like you're her man, and I'm just her follower." Seeing my silence, he continued,

"You know what? I've known her for over six months, and most of our conversations revolve around you. Like how she took you to the stream to catch oysters when you were little, and you'd follow her around with a basin, picking them up; how you got a beating from your father for stealing mangoes from the neighbor for her; and how you were in a motorcycle accident with her on the back, and you shielded her with your body, getting injured yourself while she was unharmed… She's told me so much. Now I probably know more about your childhood than you do."

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I was speechless. He looked at me and sighed, "Sigh! Sometimes I really think she lives for you. When she goes shopping, she always goes to the men's section, not to buy me, but for you. When she finally holds up clothes to me, she's actually measuring your size. It's so funny..." She would carefully note the location and details of any place, saying she would bring me along next time. Once, she insisted that I queue up to buy her tickets for Ricky and Martin's concert. I queued for a whole morning, thinking she wanted me to go with her, but it turned out the tickets were for you. I got angry with her, and she said I was petty for getting angry with my own brother. I... I don't know what to do!"

He frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Sometimes I envy you so much, having all of Xiao Xin's love. If I were you, I would love her with my whole life, even if it meant bearing the stigma of incest. After all, she is such a rare woman!" Seeing my face flush and turn pale, he quickly explained, "I was just saying that casually. How could I be you, and how could you possibly love your own sister?" "

I thought he had guessed the unusual relationship between my sister and me, and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was just talking nonsense, so I couldn't help but laugh and say, 'It's okay! Maybe you haven't tried hard enough. As long as you put in more effort, I believe even a stone will fall in love!'

'Yes! That would be best, but I always feel that you are my greatest rival. With you in the world, Xiao Xin can't possibly love me. Do you want me to kill you... haha... kill you... hahaha...' Seeing that I didn't laugh, he could only laugh self-deprecatingly.

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only give him a bitter smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. He realized he had misspoke and quickly got up to apologize: 'I'm sorry! I misspoke! Because I'm so jealous of you. Your sister loves you so much, you must treat her well in the future. She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she afford to waste?' After saying that, he gave me a meaningful look and left.

'She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she afford to waste?' These thirteen words were like a boulder thrown into the lake of my heart, stirring up waves that rippled gently and lingered for a long time." I knew he meant I shouldn't monopolize my sister's affections for too long, leaving room for other men to pursue her. But then I suddenly remembered that my sister was approaching thirty; how much time did she have left to waste with me? She could live for me, so why couldn't I live for him? Her waiting undoubtedly showed that she had already given up everything. No matter how big the storm! With my sister by my side, I had no regrets in this life. At that moment, I finally made up my mind.

Christmas was approaching, and I decided to confess my feelings to my sister on Christmas Eve. Special things must be done on special days; that would make the memory even more profound.

"Sister! Do you have a date on Christmas Eve?" One night, my sister and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and I deliberately sat close to her and asked.

"Ah-Jie asked me out for dinner and dancing. Do you want to come along?"

"Wouldn't that be another third wheel? It'd be so annoying!" I was referring to Ah-Jie as the third wheel.

"No way! It'll be more fun with you. Don't you have any girls to go out with?"

"Yes! I was just thinking of asking..." I looked at my sister with ill intent.

My sister said with a hint of disappointment, "Oh... I don't know if I'll go out with Ah-Jie. Maybe I'll just stay home and watch TV."

I grabbed her hand and said, word by word, "Sis! I want to ask you out.

I wonder if you could spare some time for me?" My sister paused for a moment, then giggled and said, "Ask me out? You're so grown up and still clinging to your sister like this. No wonder you ca

n't find a girlfriend." I looked directly into her dark eyes and said seriously, "Sis! I've thought about this for a long time. If there's one woman worth my effort to arrange things for, it's you. As for other girls, I'd rather stay home and watch TV." After a pause, I asked sincerely, "Can I keep you company? Just you and me!" For a moment, my sister was speechless. A joyful smile bloomed on her face, but her eyes showed hesitation. I knew she was torn between morality and love. I didn't urge her; I just held her hand tightly.

At that moment, even the noisy television couldn't suppress our pounding hearts. "Tell me, how should I politely decline A-Jie's advances?" After a long silence, my sister finally spoke. Though she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was crystal clear.

I didn't answer, because I knew my sister always handled these things very well. Although I often went out with my sister, I never knew her feelings back then. I only thought she was particularly fond of me, so I hid my love for her and limited my behavior to conform to the norms of sibling relationships. This time, however, I hoped our date would be intimate like lovers', romantic like lovers', and most importantly, I wanted this night to be a new milestone in our sibling relationship.

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