He and his sister couldn't resist their lust and had an affair.

When I was six, my mother suddenly left home one day and never came back. Two years later, my father found me a stepmother. The first time I met her, I felt a sense of repulsion and stared at her indifferently without saying a word. After an awkward moment, my stepmother pulled out a girl about my age from behind her: "Lanzi, this is your little brother. Go play with him." Lanzi timidly walked up to me and said softly, "Little brother, we'll go to school together from now on." I was overjoyed and took out various homemade toys for her to play with. From then on, Lanzi lived with us. We went to school hand in hand and played together, quickly becoming as close as siblings. We lived in the countryside in two small, dilapidated houses. My father and stepmother lived in one room, and Lanzi and I lived in the other. There was only one bed in our room, so we slept together at night, constantly whispering to each other.
Because of Lanzi, I also became close to my stepmother. My stepmother treated me like her own son, without any reservations at home. One summer night, I opened the door and saw my stepmother sitting in the bathtub taking a bath. She smiled at me, calmly straightened up, and changed her clothes in the room without trying to hide from me. My face turned red. Although I wasn't very mature at the time, I still felt extremely embarrassed.
That night, I resolutely refused to sleep in the same bed as Lanzi. I really wanted to say: because I'm a boy, I can't sleep with a girl. But I didn't dare to say it. In the countryside, this wasn't a big deal, and besides, there wasn't another bed in the house. In the end, I reluctantly crawled to the other end of the bed and curled up into a small ball, trying to avoid touching Lanzi's body. I knew that Lanzi would eventually grow into a young woman, like my stepmother, and all her feminine characteristics would appear on her body, which made me feel very awkward.
When I was 18, Lanzi and I both got into a vocational college in our province, and the two schools weren't far apart. By then, Lanzi had truly grown into a young woman, her breasts firm and full, her figure slender yet voluptuous. Seeing her made my heart pound. Our family's circumstances had changed; the house had been renovated, and Lanzi and I each had our own rooms.
That summer seemed exceptionally long. After the double harvest in the countryside, everything returned to normal. Summer was very hot, and we didn't have an electric fan. In the evenings, the family would go to the yard to cool off, spreading out bamboo mats on the ground and lying on them chatting. It was late at night, and my parents were asleep, but Lanzi and I couldn't sleep. We stared at each other in the darkness. After a long while, Lanzi tried to reach out her hand, and I grabbed it tightly, holding on for a long time. We both let out soft breaths.
A few days later, one night, the long-suppressed sky finally brought a heavy rain. Listening to the thunder and rain, watching the lightning streak across the night sky, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The weather had cooled down, but the heat in my heart only intensified. Suddenly, I clearly heard Lanzi open the door, and my heart immediately raced. Lanzi gently pushed the door open and walked to my bedside. I pulled her down onto my bed. Lanzi said, "Little brother, I can't bear this torment any longer." We rolled around together, forgetting all about human relationships and morality, only the fire of desire burning fiercely within us.
The next day, Lanzi and I were both filled with guilt, unable to look each other in the eye. We had to keep it a secret from our parents, and from everyone in the village, because no one would approve of our relationship.
The fire of desire burned ever brighter, like an addiction; the more we tried to escape, the more impossible it became. Although we both felt a deep sense of guilt, the fire of desire repeatedly destroyed the fortress in our hearts. Lanzi often asked me in her sleep: What are we doing? Are we doing this to our parents? Why are we like this? And why are you my brother?
Lanzi wept with self-reproach. I felt the same way. My very existence felt like a sin; Lanzi and I were constantly in this state of despair and euphoria.
The day school started finally arrived, and Lanzi and I hurriedly boarded the train to school. After returning to school, Lanzi never came to see me again. We were both trying to avoid each other, struggling painfully in this self-torture. I didn't go home for the Spring Festival; Lanzi went home alone and made up a reason for my absence to my parents.
Three years later, Lanzi and I graduated from our respective schools and stayed home waiting for our job assignments. During that long wait, Lanzi and I couldn't help but have an affair again. One night, when desire once again overcame reason, Lanzi and I embraced, when suddenly we heard our stepmother coughing violently. We were stunned; we could no longer hide anything from our mother…
Expert's comment on *The Beginning of Man*: As social beings, our behavior is constantly regulated and constrained by social ethics and morality, especially in relationships. Besides legal regulations, humans also develop various internal mechanisms of sexual morality through the combined influence of culture, history, religion, and society, subjectively controlling, restraining, and adjusting their sexual behavior. Relationships and sexual behaviors that violate social ethics and morality cannot have a bright future.
As Lu Xun said, "We cannot neglect the meaning of life entirely for the sake of love—blind love." Attraction between the sexes is everywhere, and sexual attraction in certain circumstances often breaks through moral boundaries, leading people to an awkward situation. However, we should remember that sex must be restrained by morality. Sexual impulses at inappropriate times or with inappropriate partners will inevitably bring serious negative consequences.

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