Living with my brother

My cohabitation with my brother
began in high school; he was a senior and I was a junior.

My brother is handsome, and he had girlfriends who were very persistent. However, he's 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 entered high school, we rented an apartment together, just like living together. The housework
was done by the girl—cleaning, cooking, laundry—things my mother did at home. When hanging laundry,
I'd hang my brother's underwear and mine high 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 just a natural thing. 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 me
with up for lunch, watching movies, and going shopping. Although we went shopping together, our interests were different. He liked looking at boys
' things, while I did things girls do. However, we didn't separate; we stood by each other, 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. However, 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 junior high, 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 guy, 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,
calling themselves "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, "What about 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
drank one glass after another, until we were both 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.

Then... well, we were stripped naked and made love. I was so ashamed, lying naked and close together in bed with my brother,
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. And I mean it sincerely, I've fallen in love with
you. From now on, you're my girlfriend." Involuntarily, I let him hold my hand
until we reached the vicinity of the school.

I couldn't concentrate on the lesson 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, and I hope there will be many more in the future." I read it, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. Had my brother and I really started
dating? What should I do? He's my own brother!

I know that after we made love last night, our relationship changed.

When I met up with him after class, I told him, "We can't let Mom and Dad know about this, and we can't let anyone else
know ." 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 affair needed to be exposed to the sun and moonlight. I obediently 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 would stroll, shop, and take selfies, but we were afraid of running into
acquaintances. On weekends, we would ride our bikes to faraway places. I would be behind him, hugging his waist, pressing my face against his
shoulder and back, and even pressing my breasts tightly against him.

I wanted him to accompany me when I bought women's items and give me his opinions, something he always considered embarrassing.
I also started buying him underwear, trying to match mine as much as possible. He didn't mind; that was something Mom used to do, and
now I was taking over. Since sleeping with my brother, I've started wearing sexy
underwear those thin, lace-trimmed styles that Mom described as seductive to men. I
wear them after dinner, and they make me feel refreshed and comfortable. Showing off some cleavage and thighs to give my brother a visual treat isn't
a loss for me.

Doing the laundry for my brother gave me a new feeling. When our matching underwear hung together to dry, a
sweet scent wafted up—it was something I did for my boyfriend's brother. Being a couple is no different. However,
I only wanted to be pursued by my brother and have a romantic relationship; I never thought about marrying him.

Our cohabitation 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 classes, and 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 to write anymore. I said, "Brother, you've taken advantage of your little sister, so you've skipped the love
letters." Fine, I'll save the sweet talk for bed.

Girls need to be coaxed during sex. I always want to hear him say how much he loves me. I think
all say those things. My brother tried hard to capture the feeling, crafting romantic phrases to say to me.
Listening to him made me feel comfortable, my body went limp, carefree, and I was 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, leaving us satisfied and secure .
We would sleep naked in each other's arms until dawn with our trusted and beloved family, going to school refreshed and full of energy.

My brother and I started living together in high school; he was a senior, and I was a junior.

My brother is handsome. He's had girlfriends, and they were very persistent. However, he's a free spirit and
didn't want to report his daily life to others, so the relationships fizzled out.

I've 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, almost like living together.
The girls did all the housework, including cleaning, cooking, and laundry—things my mom did at home. When hanging laundry,
I'd hang my brother's underwear and mine high together, kind of like a housewife.

After class, we'd always go home together, buy groceries, cook, eat, and then go about our own business.
Sometimes I'd go to my brother's room to watch TV together, and he'd 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. When I was little, my dad would hold me while we 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, going to the movies, and 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. However, 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 junior high, 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 guy, 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,
calling themselves "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, "What about 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
drank one glass after another, until we were both 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 me. 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 hands were on my chest; no boy had ever touched my breasts before.

Later... well, he took off my clothes and made love to me. I was so ashamed, lying naked and close to my brother in bed.
An indescribable sweetness.

That was my first time. I knew it was 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, I opened my eyes and saw my brother standing naked behind me, staring at my naked body.
I yelled, "Don't look!" and chased him out. I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the bathroom door. My brother was already wearing
his school uniform and had prepared breakfast. 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. I mean it sincerely, I've fallen in love with
you. From now on, you're my girlfriend." I involuntarily let him hold my hand and
go to school, only letting go when we were near the school. I couldn't

concentrate on the lessons and waited for the break. I opened my phone; a text message arrived. My brother said, "I can't forget our first
Valentine's Day. I hope there will be many more in the future." I blushed, my heart pounding. Had my brother and I really started
dating? What should I do? He's my own brother!

I knew that after we made love last night, our relationship had changed.

When I met up with him after class, I told him, "We can't let Mom and Dad know about this, and we can't let anyone else
know ." He said, "It's between us. You know, I know."

From then on, we were like a couple in love. During breaks, we'd send each other sweet texts, sit
on my brother's lap, watch TV, and kiss. We made love several times a week, slept together—our secret affair, unseen by others
, needed to be exposed to the sun and moonlight. I obediently let my brother treat me like his girlfriend
and take me on dates. What's it like to date? It's that smug feeling of being pursued by a guy.
Holding hands, sometimes he'd put his arm around my waist, and I'd lean on his shoulder, we'd walk, shop, take selfies, but we were always afraid of running into
acquaintances. On weekends, we'd ride our bikes far away. I'd be behind him, hugging his waist, pressing my face against his
shoulder and back, and 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 always thought was embarrassing.
I also started buying him underwear, trying to match mine as much as possible. He didn't mind; that was something Mom used to do, and
now I was taking over. Since sleeping with my brother, I've started wearing sexy
lingerie those thin, lace-trimmed styles that my mom described as seductive to men
. I wear them after dinner, and they make me feel refreshed and comfortable. Showing off a bit of cleavage and thighs to give my brother a visual treat isn't
a loss for me.

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 all there is to it. But
I only want to be pursued by my brother, to date him; 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 the time except for classes; texting each other saying
you miss me 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 nothings 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 say those kinds of things. My brother tried very hard to capture the feeling, crafting romantic phrases to say to me.
Listening to him made me feel relaxed, my body went limp, and I felt free and unrestrained. I was willing to let him undress me completely and touch me to his heart's content.
While we were still in school, sex became a part of our daily lives. We experienced multiple orgasms, and our hearts were satisfied and secure
. We could sleep naked in the arms of our trusted and beloved loved ones until dawn, going to school refreshed and full of energy.

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