Living with my brother

Author: Nujia
Word Count: 2822
Published: 2013/11/22 on: Spring in the Courtyard
My brother and I began 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 clingy. However, my brother was a free spirit, and
when he wanted to kiss me, I would shake him off.
Even secret relationships need to be exposed to the public eye. I honestly let my brother consider me his girlfriend.
After entering high school, we went to the nearest school and rented a place together, feeling like we were living together. The housework
was done by the girl, including cleaning, cooking, and laundry. I did everything my mother did at home. While hanging laundry,
I also had a boyfriend; our classmates forced us to be together. We held hands and dated, but he
hung my brother's underwear and mine high together, acting a bit like a housewife.
After class, we all agreed to go home together, buy groceries, cook, eat, and then go about our own business. Sometimes
we'd chat, and I'd ignore them. 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, but
I thought it was perfectly natural. Since I was little, I've always clung to 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.
We eat lunch together, watch movies, and go shopping. Although we go shopping together, our interests differ; he likes to look at boys
' things, and I do things girls do. However, we don't separate; we stand beside each other, enduring each other's company.
Sometimes, on crowded pedestrian streets, he would put his arm around my waist, bringing us closer in the crowd.
I felt uneasy because my classmates would see us and think we were dating. However, I didn't shake him off, because
we drank together, but living outside meant we could do whatever we wanted. We lit a candle and played some romantic music. He
was a gentleman, openly and generously protecting his younger sister. When we were little, we held hands without a care,
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 our separate, carefree lives. Some boys wanted to be with me
, but he didn't seem to find any of them appealing.
One day, we decided to celebrate something—it seemed to be Valentine's Day. He was now celebrating his "sweetheart." I didn't have a boyfriend to send me flowers, and my brother didn't have a girlfriend to win his heart. "Let's celebrate as a brother and sister!" I said, "We're not lovers, what's there to celebrate?" My brother said, "Our teacher
said Valentine's Day is actually called 'Saint Valentino Day,' it's not about lovers, but about 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?"
I didn't dare say no. I asked him, "What about 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 wouldn't let me drink
, so we each drank a glass until we were both quite tipsy. We started talking about our past relationships. I said I hadn't yet met a man willing
to give his first kiss to a god-like figure. My brother said he already had someone he loved, but didn't know how she felt. Curious, I pressed my brother for details about
who she was. Did I know her? He said he knew her. I pressed him repeatedly, but he still wouldn't reveal it. I figured it was pointless.
I said, "I'm drunk, I need to sleep." I went back to my room and lay down fully clothed. My brother came in and said
, "Don't you have someone you love most? Am I your most beloved person?"
"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 lover is."
He said, "I said don't hurt me. You are her, and she is you. I've been in love with you for a long time."
To be honest, my brother's words hit the nail on the head regarding love. I had a mysterious
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, a light,
dreamlike feeling washed over me. My brother's hand moved back and forth between us, kissing me deeply.
This was my first kiss. Then his hand rested on my chest; no boy had ever touched my breasts before.
I knew that after we made love the night before, our relationship had changed.

Later… well, we made love naked. So embarrassing! Lying naked and close together in bed with my brother, it was
indescribably sweet.
That was my first time. I knew it wasn't right, 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 led me to the bathroom to wash.
As the cold water splashed on my face, I opened my eyes and saw my brother staring at my naked body behind me.
I yelled, "Don't look!" and chased him away. I was wrapped in a bath towel when I opened the bathroom door. My brother was already dressed for school
. After class, when I met him, I told him, "We can't let Mom and Dad know about this, and we can't let anyone else know either
." I made breakfast. While eating, I lowered my head, not daring to look at him, knowing he was watching me.
He said, "I got drunk last night, but I don't regret what I did. I mean it sincerely, I've fallen in love with
you. From now on, you're my girlfriend." I couldn't help but let him hold my hand and walk to school,
all the way until ... I couldn't concentrate on the lesson and waited for the break. I turned on my phone, and a text message came in. My brother said, "We 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. Are my brother and I really
in love? What should I do? He's my own brother!
If we don't report the details of our lives to others every day, they'll just let it go
. "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 (about twice a week) and slept together, all in secret
. What does it feel like to be on a date? It's that feeling of pride that a guy is pursuing.
Holding hands, sometimes he would put his arm around my waist, and I would lean on his shoulder, strolling, shopping, taking selfies, but afraid of running into
acquaintances. On weekends, we would ride our bikes to faraway places. I would be behind him, wrapped around his waist, pressing my face against his
shoulder and back, and pressing my breasts tightly against him."
I wanted him to accompany me to buy women's accessories and give me his opinion, something he always found embarrassing.
He also took good care of me, like a boy pursuing a girl, doing many things for me, such as helping with homework and picking me up.
I also started buying him underwear, trying to match my outfits as much as possible. He didn't mind; it was something my mother used to do, and
now I was taking over. After sleeping with my brother, I started wearing some sexy
underwear those thin, lace-trimmed styles that my mother described as provocative to boys. I
wore them after dinner, feeling refreshed and comfortable. Showing off my cleavage and thighs to give my brother a visual treat, I wasn't
at a disadvantage.
When I did the laundry for my brother, I had a new feeling. When our matching underwear was hanging together to dry, a whiff
of silky scent wafted up—that was something I did for my boyfriend, my brother. Being a couple is nothing more than this. But
I only wanted to be pursued by my brother, to have a romantic relationship; I never thought about marrying him.
Because starting a relationship with my brother meant we could have regular sex, we skipped some of the dating phases.
We're siblings; no vows are needed, we're already very close and trusting,
no need for those mushy gestures—something our classmates and other girls wouldn't do. For the same reason, we openly discussed our relationship.
Dating your own brother is exciting. Being together all the time except for classes, texting each
other saying you miss me—it's too contrived! Now that we've accepted our relationship, there's no need for those. I said, "Brother, you're teasing your sister,
no need for love letters." Fine, we'll save the sweet talk for bed. During sex
, girls need to be coaxed. I always want to hear him say how much he loves me. I think
all say the same things: "I love you so much, I want to be with you forever." Just listening to it makes me feel relaxed, my body goes limp, I feel free and unrestrained. I'd be willing to strip him naked and let him touch me to his heart's content.
Even when we were still in school, sex became part of our daily lives. We experienced multiple climaxes, and our hearts were content and secure
. We could sleep naked with our trusted and beloved family until dawn, full of energy for school.
Our cohabitation was like everyday life, perhaps even more mundane than dating other boys.
It was like siblings living together—so natural, so convenient. Do you believe it?

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