Living with my brother (complete) - Author: Nujia

Author: Nujia
Word Count: 2822
Published: 2013/11/22 in: Springtime Courtyard

My brother and I started living together in high school. He was a senior, and I was a junior.

My brother was handsome, and he had girlfriends who were very persistent. However, he was a free spirit and
didn't want to report the details of his life to others every day, so those relationships fizzled out.

I also had boyfriends; our classmates forced us together. We held hands and dated, but
I always pulled away when he tried to kiss me.

When we entered high school, we rented a place together near our home, and it felt like we were living together.
The girls did all the housework, including cleaning, cooking, and laundry—things my mother did at home. When hanging up the laundry,
I'd hang my brother's underwear and mine high together, a bit like a housewife.

After class, we'd always agree to go home together, buy groceries, cook, eat, and then go about our own business.
Sometimes I'd go to my brother's room to watch TV together, and he'd always hold me in his arms—a very intimate gesture,
which I took for granted. I've always been dependent on him. When I was little, my dad would hold me while I watched TV.
Now, I sit on my brother's lap, or to put it bluntly, on his erect penis.

He takes good care of me, like a boy pursuing a girl, doing many things for me, like helping with homework, picking
me up for lunch, going to the movies, and shopping. Although we go shopping together, our interests are different; he likes looking at boys
' things, while I do things girls do. However, we didn't separate, standing to the side, enduring each other.

Sometimes, on crowded pedestrian streets, he would put his arm around my waist, bringing us closer in the crowd, but
I felt uncomfortable because our classmates would see us and think we were dating. But I didn't shake him off, because
he was a gentleman, openly and generously protecting his younger sister. When we were little, we didn't mind holding hands,
but in junior high, he suddenly became shy and wouldn't touch me. In high school, he became interested in me again
.

Time passed unnoticed, and we began to enjoy the carefree life away from home. Some boys wanted to
date me, but I ignored them. Girls also wanted to get close to my brother, because he was a handsome and
talented guy, but he didn't seem to find any of them appealing.

One day, we were talking about what to celebrate, I think it was Valentine's Day. High school boys and girls were all bragging
about their "sweethearts." I didn't have a boyfriend to send me flowers, and my brother didn't have a girlfriend to win his heart. My brother said, "Let
's just celebrate by ourselves!" I said, "We're not lovers, what's there to celebrate?" My brother said, "Our teacher
said Valentine's Day was originally called 'Saint Valentino Day,' and it wasn't meant to commemorate lovers, but rather the great love in the world.
Whoever you love most is your 'Saint Valentino.' You should tell them 'I love you.'"

I said, "What does that have to do with us?"

My brother said, "Don't you have someone you love most? Am I your most beloved person?"

I didn't dare say no. I asked him, "And you?"

He said, "Besides Dad and Mom, you're the person I love most."

We joked around, bought some red wine, and toasted our Valentino. At home, Mom and Dad don't allow
us to drink, but living outside, we can do whatever we want. We lit a candle and played some romantic music. We
drank glass after glass, getting quite tipsy. We started talking about our past relationships. I said I hadn't met my soulmate yet, someone to whom I'd
given my first kiss. He said he already had someone he liked, but didn't know how she felt. Curious, I pressed him to tell me
who she was. Did I know her? He said he knew her. I pressed him again and again, but he still wouldn't reveal anything. It felt pointless.

I said, "I'm drunk, I'm going to sleep." I went back to my room and lay down fully clothed. My brother came in and said,
"Today is Valentine's Day. Do you want to hear about it?"

I said, "No, unless you tell me who your dream girl is."

He said, "I told you not to bother me. You are her, and she is you. I've been in love with you for a long time. "

I can't tell if it was the drunkenness or my brother's words that touched a nerve with love. I had a strange
feeling about my brother. He hugged me and kissed me, and I couldn't refuse him. That was my first kiss. A tingling sensation ran through my body, I felt lightheaded,
like I was dreaming. My brother held me close, and we French kissed for a long time. The French kiss meant that I didn't push him away and even kissed him back,
we kissed back and forth.

That was my first kiss. Then my brother's hand was on my chest, no boy had ever touched my breasts before.

Later... well, I was stripped naked and made love to him, so embarrassing, lying naked and close together in bed with my brother, it
was indescribably sweet.

That was my first time. I know it's wrong, but I just couldn't control myself.

The next day, when my brother woke me up, we were both naked. He didn't say anything, just pulled me
up and pushed me into the bathroom to wash up.

When the cold water splashed on my face, I opened my eyes and saw my brother standing naked behind me, staring at my naked body.
I yelled, "Don't look!" and chased him out. When I opened the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, my brother was already wearing
his school uniform and had prepared breakfast. While eating, I lowered my head, not daring to look at him, I knew he was staring at me.

He said, "I got drunk last night, but I don't regret what I did. I meant it sincerely, I've fallen in love with
you. From now on, you're my girlfriend." I unconsciously let him hold my hand
as we walked only letting go near the school.

I couldn't concentrate on class and waited for recess. I checked my phone; a text message came in. My brother said, "I can't forget our first
Valentine's Day, and I hope there will be many more in the future." I read it, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. Have my brother and I really started
dating? What should I do? He's my own brother!

I know that after we made love last night, our relationship has changed.

When I met up with my brother after class, I told him, "We can't let Mom and Dad know about this, and we can't let anyone else
know ." My brother said, "This is between us, you know and I know."

From then on, we were like a couple in love. During breaks, we would send each other sweet text messages, sit
on my brother's lap, watch TV, and kiss. We made love several times a week and slept together. Even our
secret affair, which no one else could see, needed to be exposed to the sun and moonlight. I honestly let my brother treat me as his girlfriend.
He took me on dates. What's it like to date? It's that feeling of pride you get when a guy pursues you.
Holding hands, sometimes he'd put his arm around my waist, and I'd lean on his shoulder, we'd walk, shop, take selfies, but we were always afraid of running into
acquaintances. On weekends, we'd bike to faraway places. I'd be behind him, hugging his waist, pressing my face against his
shoulder and back, and even pressing my breasts tightly against him.

I wanted him to go shopping for women's things with me and give me his opinion, something he always thought was embarrassing.
I also started buying him underwear, trying to match mine as much as possible. He didn't mind; that was something his mother used to do, and
now I was taking over. Since sleeping with my brother, I've started wearing sexy
lingerie those thin, lace-trimmed styles that my mom described as seductive to men
. I wear them after dinner, and they make me feel refreshed and comfortable. Showing off a bit of cleavage and thighs to give my brother a visual treat isn't
a loss for me.

Doing the laundry for my brother has given me a new feeling. When our matching lingerie hangs together to dry, a
sweet scent wafts up—it's something I do for my boyfriend, my brother. Being a couple isn't all there is to it. But
I only want to be pursued by my brother, to date him; I've never thought about marrying him.

Our life together was like everyday life, perhaps even more mundane than dating other guys. Maybe it was
because dating my brother meant we could have regular sex, so we skipped some of the dating phases.
We're siblings; we don't need grand vows, we're already very close and trusting, and we don't need to do anything mushy—something we
wouldn't do with other girls in our class or in other situations. For the same reason, we dated openly.
Dating your own brother is exciting. We're together all the time except for classes; texting each other saying
you miss me is too contrived. My brother said that before confessing his feelings, he did write me love letters, but he never sent them.
Now that we've accepted our relationship, there's no need for them anymore. I said, "Brother, you're taking advantage of your sister; you
've even saved the love letters." Fine, we'll save the sweet nothings for bed.

During sex, girls always need to be coaxed. They always want to hear him say how much he loves them. I think
all say those kinds of things. My brother tries very hard to capture the feeling, crafting romantic phrases to say to me.
Listening to him makes me feel comfortable, my body goes limp, I feel free and unrestrained, and I'm willing to let him undress me completely and touch me to his heart's content.
Even while we were still in school, sex became part of our daily lives, with repeated orgasms, leaving us satisfied and secure .
We could sleep naked in each other's arms until dawn with our trusted and beloved family, going to school refreshed and full of energy.

Siblings falling in love and living together is just that natural, that convenient. Is it true?

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