Sister's lover

(1)
My older sister is five years older than me. When I was in college, she was already working for a foreign company and lived alone in a small apartment on
Roosevelt .
She didn't get married until I graduated from college. Since I had just been admitted to the graduate school of a university in Taipei, in order to save money and be closer to my family, and because
the apartment was not far from the school and had a convenient location, my family asked me to move in with my sister.
People say that "the eldest brother is like a father and the eldest sister is like a mother." Since I was little, my sister has taken great care of me.
When I was short of money and couldn't ask my parents for it, I could get money from my sister.
She Even when I had any questions about dating, she would
answer them one by one based on her experience.
While she worked far away from home, she never forgot her younger brother. Every Sunday, she would
come home to chat with our parents, take me to a movie or a restaurant, and ask about my studies and
love life.
I admired my sister's shrewdness, her seemingly omnipotent nature, and especially
the vibrant energy emanating from her beautiful figure.
She always wore a well-fitting suit and sleek high heels, walking hand-in-hand with me down the street, her silvery
laughter recounting the various aspects of life in the workplace: who used connections to get promoted to manager, who made unwanted advances towards her,
and who always made lewd jokes.
Although those stories were far removed from my own life, I always listened with great interest.
Ever since my first relationship ended in high school, I haven't had a girlfriend. For most people, university
should be a time of flourishing romance, but I failed miserably,
not even managing to hold hands with a woman in public. Successfully getting into graduate school was a bonus, a case of "losing one thing but gaining another."
It wasn't that I was unattractive or bad at pursuing women; ultimately, it was because I didn't want to. I couldn't
find a better woman than my sister, and I couldn't help but compare the women around me to her
—how sharp their conversation was, their unique taste in colors, clothing, even objects and paintings, and the warmth they gave me when they
smiled .
My first relationship ended the same way, 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 .
Criticizing me was fine, 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 older sister.
Falling in love with one's own sister is a taboo and unacceptable thing in the eyes of the world. So I could only suppress
my feelings and try to soothe my longing through 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 my sister would ask me a few questions out of concern, I would always give vague answers or make up a story about another woman to
answer her questions.
(2)
Being able to move to Taipei and live with my sister made me excited for half a month. Although I was about to face the heavy workload of
graduate school , the thought of being able to be with my sister every day and share her life
was overwhelming with 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 several 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, Ah-Jie, said, "Xiao-Xin has never been this good to me. Knowing you were moving in, I
became your laborer. A week ago, I finally managed to move all this wooden furniture in, and these past few days, she's made
me go shopping for coats with her. Heaven knows how difficult it is to buy winter clothes in the fall; we went to so many places!"
"And she hasn't even given 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.
After quickly unpacking, I 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 whether 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 sets 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 thick, but it tightly
covered my masculine features, and the colors were mostly my preferred neutral tones. My sister had long since shaped my
unique likes and dislikes.
A warm feeling flowed through my heart, tinged with intense affection.
Sister! My dearest sister, you haven't neglected even the most private parts of a man, just as my
heart for you never misses your every move.
I called out to my sister in the next room, "Thank you, sister!" She didn't respond; I didn't know if she hadn't
heard 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 of sweat. I changed into a black tank top and gray underwear that
my sister had bought for me. All night long, I seemed to feel
my sister's warm body embracing me. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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