My younger brother's student climbed into my bed at night.

My Younger Brother Climbed into My Bed in the Middle of the Night
Author: Unknown
I have a younger brother, my own brother. Although most Chinese people my age are only children, I
still have a younger brother from the same parents. He's two years younger than me and looks very much like me. Of course, this is thanks to
our parents, who look very much like their spouse, so their children are also very similar.
Thinking about my parents, I may never understand them. In most people's eyes, they should
be incredibly happy. My father was a handsome young man in his youth, and even more charming in middle age, while also
possessing wealth that most people could only dream of. My mother is a beautiful and sexy woman. She's of mixed race, with
a European face and fair skin that all the women around her envy.
But she doesn't have the typical dim-wittedness of a beautiful woman; she is indeed a woman who is both intelligent and beautiful. This
couple, with both a son and a daughter, was the envy of countless people. I couldn't understand
what they could possibly be dissatisfied with. When my brother and I were very young, all I heard was their endless arguments. My
brother would cry uncontrollably, and I would hold him and comfort him. I was terrified myself, but I acted
strong, only letting my tears fall when no one was around.
Finally, this outwardly beautiful family crumbled. I was eight years old, and my brother was six. I stayed with
my mother , while my father took my brother back to my grandmother's house in Taipei. That's how our family completely disintegrated.
At first, my father would bring my brother to visit me every year, but when my brother was 14, my father took him to Tampere (a commercial city in Finland) for work, and
after that, we rarely saw each other. My brother and I have
always kept in touch—letters, phone calls, emails, MSN, etc.
I'm always worried about him because he's so adorable. I've always doted on him since he was little, and we've never had a fight.
And all these years, I've lived with my mother, and at least she still loves me dearly. But it's different for my brother; he's
been separated from his mother since he was little, although he lives with our father. But a mother's love is irreplaceable. I remember
how attached he was to my mother and me when he was little. The day he was taken away, he cried his heart out, and I felt so bad. So
I've always felt guilty towards him… perhaps partly for my mother.
My brother is also a very cute child, but maybe these childhood experiences have made him very withdrawn and introverted,
never communicating with others. So he only talks to me about everything. He tells me everything, whether he's happy or unhappy.
Sometimes, when he's upset, he cries on the phone, saying he misses me and wants his sister to hug him. Then I remember how my brother would cry and hug me, saying, "Sister, I won't go," every time
my father brought him to visit me. It's so heartbreaking.
So, although my brother and I didn't have many opportunities to meet, we kept in touch.
On Christmas Eve two years ago (2003), my brother suddenly called to ask where I was. I said I was home, and asked what
was wrong. He said not to go out and hung up. I was wondering what he was up to when the phone rang again a while later
. I answered and heard my brother's voice, "Sis~ come to the balcony."
I went to the balcony and looked around. "Look down." I looked down... and my brother was looking up
at me, smiling and waving a sparkler. The sparkler's light made his eyes look especially bright. It all felt so
unreal . My brother, who was in Tampere just yesterday, was now downstairs at my house.
As I stared at him, wondering if it was real or not, he suddenly said on the phone, "This is the real person! What's wrong~
Silly~ Did you miss me?"
I snapped out of my daze, turned around, and ran downstairs. My brother in front of me made me dizzy again.
It had been more than two years since we last saw each other. My brother seemed to have grown taller, and his handsome face was even more refined.
My younger brother saw me and hugged me tightly, saying, "Sis~ I missed you so much~ I'm never leaving again this time."
It turned out he was determined to come here and had told Dad he never wanted to go back. Dad initially disagreed,
but seeing his son had grown up and never been so insistent, and considering my brother's poor health
and the cold weather there, he finally agreed. He even bought him a house and found him a school. Haha~
Our Dad~ This adorable Dad, he always believes that anything he can't give can be
made up for with money. That night, my brother and I didn't go anywhere (of course, Mom must have gone out with her friends on Christmas Eve
). We happily spent Christmas Eve at home, so excited we didn't sleep a wink. He kept
hugging me and leaning against me, saying he was afraid that if he let go, I would leave him. What a lovely child.
Later, after we decorated his house and went to school to register, he insisted I
move in with him too. I thought it was a good idea; it would allow me to take care of him and give Mom some privacy. So I
moved in, and my parents were very happy with it. My dad felt reassured that I would take care of my younger brother, and my mom
thought was perfect that someone would look after him without taking up her time.
We lived a happy and peaceful life. My brother went to school during the day, and I went to work. In the evenings, I cooked dinner for him.
Sometimes my brother would pick me up from work, which, of course, drew envious glances from my female colleagues. We also had a dog, a blue-
eyed husky, super cute.
Sometimes my brother would ask me to pretend to be his girlfriend when we went out with his classmates. His classmates
would often say, "Niko (my brother's English name), your girlfriend is so pretty, you two look like a couple!"
Every time this happened, my brother would proudly say, "That's right." Then we would look at each other and secretly laugh.
I thought to myself, of course we look alike—we're siblings! When he comes home, he always says, "Sis~ I wish you were my girlfriend
!"
Of course, I thought he was joking, so I would agree and say, "Sure, but won't your girlfriends at school be
jealous?" Unexpectedly, my brother suddenly said very seriously, "I don't like them at all, Sis~ I only
like you." I even teased him for being cheeky.
My relationship with my brother has become closer and closer, and more and more special. Sometimes when I'm cooking or doing laundry, he would
suddenly put his arms around my waist and say, "You smell so good" or "What are we having for dinner tonight?" Although I noticed something, I didn't take it to heart.
I thought he was just more attached to me. He didn't have a mother's love growing up, and he was especially attached to me and listened to
me a lot when he was little. I remember once my dad called long distance and said that my brother was sick but refused to take his medicine no matter what he said.
He cried and wanted his sister. He was already 16 years old then. But he was still a child.
One day, while I was cooking, my younger brother suddenly said, "You're so beautiful," and then kissed my
cheek. I was a little embarrassed and pushed him away, telling him to stop. Unexpectedly, he turned me around and kissed me instead. At first, he
was very gentle, but as I tried to dodge, he became more and more passionate. I almost fainted. When everything stopped,
my brother hugged me tightly and said, "Sis~ I really like you! I like you so much! I've always liked you."
That day, I found out that it was actually his first kiss. I couldn't believe it. My brother is very outstanding, so he has
always had many suitors. I even thought it was normal for him not to be a virgin. I really didn't expect that he had never
kissed anyone else. Like he said, he has always liked me, and no other woman has ever entered his heart,
so he doesn't want to kiss anyone but me. I felt so dizzy. He's my brother, we're blood relatives, how
could this happen? So I decided to leave him and go back to my mom's. Of course, I didn't tell her
what had happened; she was still complaining about why I wasn't there to take care of him…
After leaving him, he completely changed. He became lost and dejected, refusing to interact with anyone, not saying a word, ignoring
everyone except Cola (our dog). He wouldn't go to school, wouldn't even leave the house, and wouldn't even eat
. He kept calling me. Later, I softened. After all, he's my brother. I went back to him. When
he saw me, he hugged me and cried, saying he never wanted me to leave him again. Then he was as happy as a child, even asking
Cola to perform some special tricks for me. This time, he really broke my heart. In just a few days, a 1.85-meter-tall
man had lost so much weight, down to 110 pounds. I completely softened. I said, "You're so old, why do you always make me worry?"
He said his world only revolved around me, and if I stopped caring for him, he would lose his whole world. A child with such a
withdrawn really can't handle any setbacks.
My life continued as usual after I moved back, the only difference being that we acted more like a young couple than before. I took him to school
every day , and he picked me up from work every day. We went out together on weekends, and everyone thought we
were a couple. I gradually accepted this feeling.
One day, about six months ago, my younger brother went to a party with his classmates. I was too tired to go, and it
was late when my brother still hadn't come, so I went back to my room to sleep. I fell asleep quickly because I was so tired. I don't know
how much time had passed, but I felt something warm, like someone was stroking me. I forced my tired eyes open, and there it
was, my brother. He was on top of me, stroking my face. The strong smell of alcohol told me he had been drinking a lot.
I wasn't sure if he was sober, so I started pushing him away and telling him not to do this, but he didn't stop. He said in a
gentle voice, "Good sister~ I like you so much~ I only want you as my woman, always have, and always will.
I love you~ I really love you~"
He started slowly taking off my
pajamas
and kissing my body... I kept pushing him away, but it was no use. I seemed to be slowly accepting him. To be honest, my brother was indeed an irresistible guy. He had a beautiful face, delicate features, a slender body, and delicate hands. I was making a powerless
and , feeling conflicted and panicked. The moment he entered me, I shed tears, not knowing if it was from the pain
or something else.
After the passion subsided, my brother seemed to sober up a bit. He cried as he kissed me, grabbed my hand, and said, "Don't leave,
don't !" I wiped away my tears, hugged him, and patted him,
saying, "Silly boy, go to sleep!" After we showered, he refused to go back to his room, so I had to coax him to sleep. I never imagined I would get pregnant that time. At the hospital, he actually said, "Let
's keep the baby." I thought he was crazy, but seeing the serious look in his eyes, I had to coax him, saying, "
You're the baby now, so we can't have another baby, understand?"
The surgery was very painful, and the pain was unbearable after the anesthesia wore off. Especially because it was my first time getting pregnant, it was
extremely painful. He took care of me the whole time, doing laundry and cooking. I thought he wouldn't do it well, but he did it very well! But
I know he was suffering a lot, especially because he was very worried that I would leave him again. Every night, I had to coax and pat him to sleep,
and he would often wake up in the middle of the night. If he woke up and didn't see me, he would look for me everywhere. When he found me, his eyes would be
full of tears, and he would hug me tightly without saying a word.
I think I will never leave him again, and I don't want to care about anything else—at least not now.
My younger brother told me he's a Finnish citizen now, so we can definitely get married. If we're worried about our parents
finding out, we can go to another country. He said he absolutely has to be with me and make sure I'm
happy .
I think he's thinking a bit too far ahead right now. We'll see how things develop; things aren't that simple. Only time
will tell! ~
[The End]

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