A Tragic Eulogy for Love: Brother, I Miss You So Much! (Part 1)

Ten years, brother, I miss you so much! This is my second eulogy, a memorial to our ill-fated love.
I am a happy person in the eyes of others, living a life that most people envy, from girl to woman. Few people understand me, and even fewer know the huge secret hidden in my heart—the love between my brother and me!
My brother is my uncle's son, two years older than me, and we grew up together. My grandmother said that my brother bullied me from the day I was born. As a child, I was both angry with him and loved him playing with me. The days we truly lived together, the two years around the time I turned twelve, are the ones etched in my memory, the time when our ill-fated love began to sprout! During
those two years, my brother transferred from the countryside to a school in town and lived with us. We each had our own room in a two-story dormitory building with a shared staircase. My parents lived upstairs, I lived downstairs, and my brother lived in a bungalow across the street. There were about a dozen boys and girls in the building, all around the same age. We often played together, hiding in my brother's room. I can't remember what games we usually played, but I always felt that when the room was dark, someone would secretly touch my chest or buttocks. Later I found out that it was my brother who did it.
When I was little, I was completely closed off about sex. When someone touched me, I felt ashamed and dared not speak up, but I didn't feel disgusted either. There was an indescribable itch, and I even felt a sense of anticipation.
Once, our neighbors were having a banquet. At 7:30 pm, all the adults in the building were at the banquet table, having a good time. All the other children went home to watch TV, leaving only my brother and me in my room.
He suddenly said to me, "Little sister, I like you!" He gently lifted my chin, and I didn't dare to look up. My brother suddenly leaned closer to me, pinning me against the door (nowadays this scene is called "wall slam," which sounds so romantic. Even now, I often unconsciously fantasize about being forced or slightly abused, which is also deeply related to this childhood experience). In the few seconds I was lost in thought, my brother quickly pecked my lips and ran to his room. I was left alone in my room, a twelve-year-old girl, lost in thought—was this my first kiss? Why did this happen! What's wrong with my brother? Am I still a good girl?…
After that incident, my brother and I tacitly agreed not to mention it again.
Time flew by, and I was in sixth grade. My brother moved to the middle school dormitory and occasionally came home for lunch.
One afternoon before summer vacation, my parents were taking a nap upstairs, and I was downstairs, feeling sleepy. My brother said he was going to school soon and would just lie on the sofa for a while. He wouldn't bother cleaning his room. I belatedly ignored him and actually fell asleep. In
my hazy state, I felt someone next to me, a very familiar scent. I knew it was my brother, but I didn't know what he wanted to do. I was scared, nervous, and a little expectant… He gently half-pulled down my outer pants, his fingers trembling as they slid across my lower abdomen, caressing me through my panties, whispering softly, "Little sister, are you awake yet?" I couldn't face him, so I pretended to be asleep!
My brother was actually very handsome, and many girls pursued him, but he didn't accept any of them or get close to any of them. It wasn't until we grew up that I learned I was his most special first love, his deepest secret!
With the innocent, childlike wild thoughts, I was both terrified and enjoyed his caresses. Later, he even pulled my underwear down to my thighs. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his heat, my blood rushing. What hard thing did my brother rub against my genitals? Yes, we were both too young then. My brother didn't take my virginity; he only rubbed it between my labia a few times, then suddenly got up and left. I didn't know what happened; I only felt that he didn't leave the room. After a while, he came back, helped me put my pants back on, and seeing that I wasn't awake, he went to school.
Women are always drawn to their first man. My brother became my first man! In the following years, because of my parents' job changes and my schooling, my brother and I were separated for three years, without phone calls or letters. I etched my longing and yearning into my heart until the Spring Festival of my third year of junior high school, when I saw my brother at my maternal grandmother's house. It was the Spring Festival of 1998, and for the first time, I thought my brother looked like Andy Lau (at that time, I didn't know who Nicholas Tse was, but he actually looked more like him). Three years had passed, and I had become an ugly duckling, while my brother looked like a prince!
That Spring Festival wasn't cold at all. My brother gave me his deepest first kiss, our lips and teeth entwined and sucking; he stroked the skin on my lower abdomen, saying it felt so good; his cold hands slipped through my coat and covered my chest, praising my figure through my bra! My brother gave me the gentlest, lover's kisses and caresses, but we didn't go any further because I was always afraid, always hoping to avoid his advances.
For the next five years, we lost contact again. I only knew that something significant had happened to my uncle's family, and my brother, despite being among the top three in his grade and suffering from various illnesses, had to drop out of school. He didn't know that when I, his little sister, thought of him in another city, I would cry.
When we met again, I had been admitted to university, and he was cured of his illness and had long been married with children. Over the years, I carried with me love and hatred (hatred for his complete silence, and hatred for the experience he gave me when I was young and naive, an experience that left me with a deep-seated inferiority complex for many years; I always felt I was impure). Finally, I mustered the courage to find his contact information and secretly reconnected. I was incredibly excited, and silently vowed revenge, to seduce him, to drag him down with me, to make incest a reality!

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