[Living with my brother] [The End]

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 went to high school, we rented a place together, just like 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 together, kind of like a housewife.
After class, we always agreed to go home together, buy groceries, cook, eat, and then go about our own business. Sometimes
I would go to my brother's room to watch TV together, and he would always hold me in his arms. It was a very intimate gesture,
but I thought it was perfectly natural. I've always been attached to him since I was little. 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, such as helping with my homework, picking me up for
lunch, watching movies, and going shopping. Although we go shopping together, our interests are different. He likes looking at boys
' things, while I do things girls do. However, we never 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.
I felt uncomfortable because my classmates would see us and think we were dating. But I didn't pull away because
he was a gentleman, openly and generously protecting his younger sister. When we were little, we didn't mind holding hands,
but in middle school, he suddenly became shy and wouldn't touch me. In high school, he became interested in me again
.
Time passed by 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 student, but he didn't seem to find any of them appealing.
One day, we said we were going to celebrate something, I think it was Valentine's Day. High school boys and girls all boasted about themselves, flaunting
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 that Valentine's Day was originally called 'Saint Valentino Day,' not to commemorate lovers, but to remember 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 are my most beloved person."
We joked around, bought some red wine, and toasted to our Valentino. At home, my parents 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 took turns
drinking, and both of us were quite tipsy. We started talking about our romantic histories. I said I hadn't met
my soulmate yet, someone willing to give me my first kiss. My brother said he already had someone he liked, but didn't know how she felt. I curiously 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. I felt bored.
I said, "I'm drunk, I'm going to sleep." I went back to my room and lay down fully clothed. My brother came into my room and said,
"Today is Valentine's Day. There's something I haven't said yet. Do you want to hear it?"
I said, "No, unless you tell me who your dream girl is."
He said, "Don't worry about me if I tell you. " 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 intoxication or if my brother's words touched a nerve with girls when it came to love. I have a strange
feeling for my brother. He hugged me and kissed me, and I couldn't refuse him. That was my first kiss. My whole body went numb, I felt lightheaded,
like I was dreaming. My brother held me and we French kissed for a long time. French kiss means that I didn't push him away and even returned the kiss,
kissing 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, we were stripped naked and made love. I was so ashamed, lying naked and close to my brother in bed, 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 and I opened my eyes, I saw my brother standing naked behind me, staring at my naked body.
I yelled, "Don't look!" and chased him out. Wrapped in a towel, I opened the bathroom door to find my brother already dressed in his school
uniform and had breakfast ready. While eating, I lowered my head, not daring to look at him; I knew he was watching me.
He said, "I was drunk last night, but I don't regret what I did. It's the truth; I've fallen in love with
you. From now on, you're my girlfriend." Involuntarily, I let him hold my hand as we walked to school,
only letting go when we were 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; I hope there will be many more in the future." I read it, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. Am I really
dating my brother? What should I do? He's my own brother!
I know our relationship changed after we made love last night.
When I met him after class, I told him, "We can't let Mom and Dad know about this, and we can't let anyone else know
either." He said, "It's between us, you know and I know."
From then on, we were like a couple in love. During breaks, we'd send each other sweet text messages, sit
on his lap, watch TV, and kiss. We'd make love several times a week and sleep together. Even our
secret relationship needed to be exposed to the sun and moonlight. I honestly let my brother treat me like his girlfriend
and take me on dates. What's it like to date? It's that feeling of pride you get when a guy is pursuing you.
Holding hands, sometimes with his arm around my waist and me leaning on his shoulder, we'd walk, shop, take selfies, but we were always afraid of running into
acquaintances. On weekends, we'd cycle to faraway places. I'd be behind him, arms around his waist, my face pressed against his
shoulder and back, sometimes even pressing my breasts tightly against him.
I wanted him to accompany me when I bought women's items and give me his opinion, something he'd always considered 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
and lingerie that I used to want to wear but never dared to—those thin, lace-trimmed styles that my mom described as seductive for men. Wearing them after dinner
makes me feel refreshed and comfortable. Showing off a bit of cleavage and thighs to feast my brother's eyes on is something I don't
mind doing.
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 so bad after all. However,
I only want to be pursued by my brother, to have a relationship; 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 day except for class; texting each other saying we
miss each other 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 talk 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 lovers in the world 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.
While we were still in school, sex became part of our daily lives, with repeated orgasms, and our hearts felt satisfied and secure
. We could sleep naked in the arms of our trusted and beloved family until dawn, going to school refreshed and full of energy.
Siblings falling in love and living together is so natural, so convenient. Is this believable
?

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