It took Yibo a few minutes to control his urge, especially when he felt how Zhan was trembling and crying so hard it seemed he could barely breathe. With great effort, he moved back to his side of the bed, lay down, and closed his eyes. His heart was pounding, and he was taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself.
Zhan cautiously slid down to the floor, feeling around slowly for his sleeping clothes. His hands touched the fabric, and he quickly pulled them on, covering himself. Just then, Yibo slowly turned to look in his direction. He let out a heavy sigh, got off the bed...his whole body feeling weak...put his shirt back on, and then turned to where Zhan was.
Seeing this, Zhan began to panic again. He stood up, ready to run, but Yibo was quick to hold him. Zhan was trembling all over, his voice shaking as he said, "This is not right, Gege, I'm begging you, please forgive me. Please don't do anything to me."
Yibo words were almost a whisper under his breath. "I am sorry, Baby, it wasn't intentional..."
As if waiting for a reaction, Zhan began to cry harder, trying to pull away, but Yibo didn't let go. He just held him closer, patting his back and saying calmly, "But I said it wasn't intentional, Baby, please forgive me."
Zhan's voice was unsteady. "I want to go to sleep. I'm tired, please let me go."
Yibo lowered his voice."If you go, I won't have anyone to talk with... and you broke my phone...."
Zhan mustered the strength to say, "I'll give you mine."
Yibo kept looking at him,then said, "Would you let me call Zizi with it?"
Zhan immediately shook his head, terrified at the mere thought of him leaving the room and what had just happened. Yibo could see how afraid he was. He took Zhan's hand and walked slowly with him out of the room and toward Zhan's bedroom. Neither of them could look at the other; the room's light felt too bright. Quickly, Zhan went and got his phone, handing it to Yibo without looking at him. Yibo looked at him for a moment, then took the phone, turned slowly, and left, closing the door behind him.
Zhan went to his bed, sat down, and buried his face in the pillow, tears streaming from his eyes. The thought was now clear: his Gege was acting this way only because they were told they weren't blood brothers. This realization made him cry bitterly. He lay curled up on his side until midnight, unable to sleep, his whole body feeling cold. Any movement from where he lay made him feel as if Yibo was still kissing him; the memory of what had happened felt like a dream.
A fresh wave of shame washed over Zhan, and he sobbed quietly. Deep in his heart, the situation felt so strange and surreal. It felt like a massive, bizarre prank. To imagine being married to someone you had looked up to as an elder brother from the same parent for 22 years, and then suddenly everything changes to a completely different dimension. He finally fell asleep around one in the morning, exhausted from crying.
After Yibo left Zhan's room, he went to the sitting room and lay down on the carpet. Only he knew what he was feeling. Nothing he had tried had given him any relief; all his efforts had proven futile. He had even taken the medication he left in his car, but it brought no ease. If anything, it seemed to trigger his feelings more. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, he struggled to his feet and moved to the chair, holding his head in his hands as if it were too heavy.
At half past one, he stood up and walked with determination to the corridor. He stood there for more than three minutes, wrestling with himself, before he found the strength to gently open the door to Zhan's room. After entering, he locked the door silently, then turned on the bedroom light. He looked at Zhan, who was lying curled up on his pillow, asleep. The very sight of Zhan sleeping was enough to stir him up and awaken all his hidden desires.
Yibo closed his eyes, opened them, and then turned off the light. He moved close to the bed and sat down beside Zhan, stroking his hair. He didn't have to wait long. Zhan startled awake, feeling someone stroking his hair. He immediately recognized Yibo's cologne and scrambled to get off the bed in a panic.
Yibo quickly pulled him back, bringing him closer with a firm grip. "Baby, you're an educated person, why are you acting like this, please? Why are you behaving as if you don't know what marriage is? If there was no marriage between us, they wouldn't have made us marry. Please, are you trying to make me lose my composure? We should just accept our fate and move on, please, Baby... Gradually, we will learn to love each other not as siblings, but as husbands. Let's give ourselves the chance to let that sibling love transform into the love of husbands and a married couple."
Zhan was crying silently, shaking his head. "Gege, I really can't do this. It feels so strange to me, I'm being completely serious. It feels wrong. For 22 years we've been together as siblings. We only found out a few months ago that we aren't. It's just too early for me to accept this fully."
Yibo, his heart pounding, kept looking at him and then said, "Okay, I want to show you something." He stood up. Zhan watched him through his tears as he left the room. Immediately, Zhan grabbed his thick jacket, put it on, and moved to the far end of the bed, sitting and curling into a ball as if he were cold.
It wasn't long before Yibo returned to the room holding the phone Zhan had broken. He sat down where Zhan was, turned off the phone's flashlight, opened his WhatsApp, and handed Zhan the phone. Zhan looked up at him; even in the room's darkness, he could see his face. He took the phone with a trembling hand and saw he was being shown the chat with Zizi. He frowned in concentration as he began to read it.
In the chat, Yibo had told her that he was now married and asked if she was ready to come as a second wife. Zizi had expressed her displeasure with that. He told her not to worry, that even after the wedding, he could still marry her in a month or two if she was ready, citing that his father also had two wives.
Zizi said that in that case, she would wait if he was serious, but she wanted him to do one favor for her...
Zhan's face was pale as he read the chat in disbelief. The "favor" Zizi wanted was for them to meet at a hotel to be intimate, and she was always available for that, as she had written in the chat.
Zhan turned to look at Yibo, who was watching him with intense eyes. He looked back at the phone to see Yibo's reply, which was simply that he would think about it. Then, Zhan saw extremely explicit nude pictures Zizi had sent him, though without her face. There was no sensitive part of her body she hadn't sent to Yibo. Finally, there was even the address of the hotel she had sent him, saying she would be expecting him.
Zhan put the phone down quickly and looked at Yibo. He hadn't even finished looking at all the nude pictures.
Slowly,Yibo said, "Please, Baby. If you truly can't be in a marriage with me, then allow me to take another wife. We can just continue to live as siblings forever, and no one will ever know, I promise you. And I will keep telling people we are husbands, just like you want. At first, I was completely against the idea of being with Zizi, but sincerely speaking, I need an outlet. I can no longer control my urges. But I wouldn't just have fun with her; I would prefer to marry her. Maybe it will help her leave the messy life she's trapped herself in; it wasn't always like this for her. You see, I'd be doing a good deed..."
Zhan bowed his head and then buried his face in the pillow, breaking into wrenching sobs, pressing himself deeper into the pillow.
Yibo picked up his phone slowly and said,"That's it then. You don't need to cry, Baby. I will sort myself out..."
Zhan heard Maheer stand up, he didn't know he act, he quickly took his hand and said, "Where are you going?"
In short, Yibo said, "The address you read now, it's not too late."
Zhan asked him more and said, "Are you going to have sex with her?"
Yibo sat down and facing him and said "Tell me what u want me to do Zhan?"
Zhan said, "You don't have to go, just start fasting." Yibo looked at him without even blinking, then he stood up. Zhan said "I will be angry with you"
Yibo didn't even listen to him, he yanked his hand and left the room. Zhan got up and followed him as Yibo entered his room Zhan also entered. Yibo turned and looked at him. Zhan knelt down and shook his head slowly saying, "I'm shy, I don't know what to do."
Yibo lift his face and looked at him directly in the eyes and said, "Are you ashamed of intercourse with me?" Zhan covered his face quickly and couldn't say anything to him, this wasn't what he expected to hear from him, Yibo raised his head slowly, in a calm voice he said "I understand, how about just..." Then he was silent, Zhan's head fell in front of him, Yibo stood up and wiped Zhan eyes.
Yibo pulled Zhan close to him and said, "Allow me to lead, you can respond or stay still." Zhan nodded, Yibo took off his jacket within a few seconds, giving him a kiss on his neck. He didn't wait for what Zhan would say, he said, "Just a kiss please Baby... For just today, then let's continue to live as siblings please Lil brother"
Zhan was in tears and couldn't say anything, he wanted to say no to him and didn't agree but his heart was in the battle. He want to take that chubby woman number, she was almost two and a half side of him. Zhan felt a terrible hatred in his heart for Zizi that he started planning how he would call her tomorrow and warn her to leave his husband alone and beware of him.
When Yibo heard that Zhan was silent and didn't say anything, he thought he was accepting, so he started kissing him at first gently and Zhan responded absent minded thinking of how to deal with Zizi.
The kisses start getting intense, Yibo puts all his effort and kisses Zhan hungry, lips, jaw, neck, chest... Every part of Zhan's offers body, and Zhan still responds Equally. But when Zhan saw them in the middle of Yibo's bed, he raised his eyes in confusion and then he looked at Yibo trying to get down and said, "We should stop Gege, just a kiss, you said..."
Holding him Yibo in a voice that Zhan didn't know, panting at the same time said "Yeah Baby just it, I promise" Zhan was pushing him and said "Well let's get down, I don't want a bed..."
Yibo didn't let him finish and started smooching him hungrily and at the same time passionately as if his life depended on that, Zhan was pushing him and struggling to break free until he became flaccid at that moment, and Yibo had full access to exploring every part of his body, his body was trembling and made Zhan body trembling as well.
At that moment, Zhan has already forgotten the issue of a brotherly bond, let alone their agreement to just kiss, he fully let Yibo control everything at this moment, after the kisses, sucking and lickings, all of Zhan's pleasure turned into a sharp pain that was hard to explain or describe, when Yibo inserted his hard di*k inside him, immediately Zhan regained his senses and opened his eyes screaming in shock trying to push Yibo off him, but it was too late for him because Yibo had already started thrusting, at first slow, after settling inside he thrust past and harder.
That night he had to make Zhan a full man, at least Yibo didn't stop despite the pleading, crying, he didn't even know what Zhan was saying, becouse he was busy thrusting, panting, sweating and blabbering God knows what...there was no flexibility in his case.
Zhan kept calling Lan Yi, who might woke up from her sleep that night, because of Zhan's calling to her, Yibo himself was not silent but Zhan didn't know what he was saying, finally Zhan couldn't continue his callings, he became so weak with pain. Yibo was so hard and ruthless with him, not a single mercy.
After Yibo came back to his senses, he leaned his forehead on Zhan's, Zhan can feels Yibo's tears falling down his face, his voice was trembling and he said "I am.. I'm sorry, Baby"
Yibo kept holding Zhan, whispering apologies, but Zhan refused to even open his eyes. His body didn't stop trembling; he had gone completely limp and didn't even have the strength to cry, only letting out heavy sighs. Yibo was totally short of words; he had run out of things to say to comfort him. He could feel Zhan's heart beating rapidly against him.
They stayed like that for almost 30 minutes. At this point, he couldn't begin to describe what he was feeling for Zhan. He only knew that at some point, he had stopped seeing him as a sibling. The events of a few minutes ago played back vividly in his mind, especially the memory of Zhan's initial resistance, which now sent a guilty shiver through him, a tremor only he could feel.
He didn't know how to articulate how he had felt during those past minutes. He had never experienced anything like it in his life. A smile touched his lips, and he closed his eyes, hugging Zhan tighter. He felt a surge of protectiveness. Feeling Zhan's breathing slowly even out, he realized he had fallen asleep. Gently, he laid him down, then leaned against the bed and closed his own eyes. His heart was still racing.
It had never been his intention to make Zhan go through this pain. He just couldn't tell what had come over him, why he had lost control so completely. If someone had told him just a week after bringing Zhan home that he would be intimate with him, he would never have believed it. Even before they lived together, he had vowed to himself that he wouldn't have intercourse with Zhan for at least three months, not until they had both fully accepted the fact that they were a couple and not siblings, as Zhan always insisted. That had been his solemn promise.
A chill ran through him. It seemed he couldn't even keep the vow he had made to his own heart. With great effort, he got up from the bed after gathering himself. His head was throbbing painfully, and he felt a deep ache inside. Even his legs felt incredibly heavy and difficult to lift. He managed to make it to the light switch, where a wave of fear hit him about turning it on, afraid of what state he might see Zhan in after what had happened.
Finally, he mustered the courage to switch on the light. He looked at the bed without blinking, his own heart pounding. He stood for over a minute before slowly walking to the bedside and crouching down to look at Zhan in the light. He saw a small stain of blood on the white bedsheet. A profound chill washed over him, and a deep, gut-wrenching pity for Zhan filled his chest.
He stood up and went into the bathroom. After a while, he came out and returned to Zhan's side. He hesitated, watching him, but was afraid to wake him, unsure how he would react. He had prepared a sitz bath so Zhan's body wouldn't be too sore when he woke up. He moved closer, pulled back the duvet covering him, and saw Zhan's eyes flutter open, swollen from crying.
Zhan sat up in confusion upon seeing Yibo. Yibo couldn't meet his gaze. In a low voice filled with forced calm, he said, "Don't be afraid, Baby. I've drawn warm water for you in the bathroom. You'll feel more comfortable..."
He didn't wait for a response. He stood and picked Zhan up, knowing he wouldn't be able to argue. Zhan was so exhausted and broken that he couldn't even cry anymore, let less put up a fight. He couldn't even open his mouth to say anything. And just like that, he was carried into the bathroom.
Yibo felt a deep pang of pity for him, seeing that he was in pain. As for Zhan, he was struggling so much at that moment he wasn't even thinking of Yibo as his Gege; his mind was just a haze of confusion. They spent nearly 30 minutes in the bathroom before Yibo finally carried him out. Without wasting any time, Yibo gave him an injection to prevent a fever from setting in. After the injection, Zhan fell asleep immediately. Then, Yibo himself took a shower, brought some things from his room, changed, and returned to sit beside Zhan. He watched him for a long time, unable to look away, while Zhan remained asleep.
Yibo spent over fifteen minutes just gazing at Zhan, remembering what he had felt a few hours earlier. He closed his eyes, gently kissed Zhan's lips, then turned off the bedroom light. He took a pillow and lay down on the carpet next to the bed in case Zhan woke up later.
Yibo found it hard to sleep. He kept tossing and turning, feeling the ache inside him growing. It was nearly 4 a.m. before sleep finally took him, not because he felt any better, but out of sheer exhaustion.
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In the morning, Zhan woke up. He felt his body was heavy, as if it didn't belong to him, and he struggled just to sit up. This made him start to wonder, Was I sick last night? He strained his mind, trying to remember what had happened. For more than three minutes, he tried to recall. Then, all at once, everything came back to him vividly.
He quickly sat up, and tears immediately began to fall from his eyes. He hugged his knees to his chest, sobbing and trembling. Having never experienced such harshness from Yibo before last night, the torment he felt was something he didn't even want to remember. He cried until he had no tears left. Eventually, he calmed down and got out of bed to turn on the light. He squeezed his eyes shut from the painful ache that pierced his brain. He forced himself to endure it and walked slowly to switch on the light.
His heart sank when he saw Yibo lying on the carpet, covered with a duvet. Zhan quickly turned the light back off, nearly stumbling in his rush to get out of the room, hot tears streaming down his face. He entered another room, locked the door, and stayed there. He went into the bathroom and remained until daybreak.
Zhan didn't move from the sofa where he had sat down. He leaned back, lost in his troubled thoughts. From time to time, tears would well up in his eyes, and he would wipe them away. By eight o'clock, he still hadn't heard Yibo come out of his room. Thinking a sitz bath might help with the increasing pain, and seeing that it was already nine with no sign of Yibo, he simply went into the room bathroom, did the sitz bath in warm water, then took a proper shower and came out.
He lay down, wrapping himself tightly in a blanket because he felt as if a fever was coming on, and in that state, he fell asleep. Zhan woke up with a start around half past ten. He got down from the bed, moving his feet with difficulty, and left the room. He went to his own room and slowly opened the door.
To his surprise, Yibo was still lying there, completely wrapped up, his head covered by the blanket. Zhan walked inside and crouched down. After a few seconds of hesitant walking, he reached Yibo, crouched beside him, and pulled the duvet back. He could feel the intense heat radiating from Yibo's body even before he touched him.
Yibo opened his eyes, which had lost their usual color, and looked at Zhan. Zhan immediately averted his own gaze, his heart sinking. Right now, even in his heart, he was deeply afraid of Yibo. His lips trembled as he asked, "Are you unwell?"
Slowly, Yibo said, "I am sorry, Baby. It's not my fault..."
Zhan couldn't look up at him. Tears immediately began to fall. After a few seconds, he wiped them away but still couldn't bring himself to look at Yibo because of the shyness he felt. His voice was unsteady as he asked, "What is wrong with you?"
Yibo didn't answer him, just breathing slowly. He, too, was avoiding eye contact with Zhan. Zhan stood up and headed for the door. Yibo watched him until he left. After about seven minutes, he returned with a cup of tea. He set it down in a cold voice, without letting his eyes meet Yibo's, and said, "Drink the tea before taking the medicine."
As he said this, he left again. It wasn't long before he came back with the medicine from Yibo's room and brought it to him. Yibo tried to sit up, but he couldn't manage to stand. Zhan just stood there with his head bowed. Finally, Yibo gathered his strength and struggled to his feet, and only then did Zhan watch him until he went into the bathroom.
Zhan stood up and left the room, returning to the one next to his. He sat there until a quarter past eleven, feeling uncomfortable from sitting for so long, and the pain he felt seemed to be getting worse when he moved. Eventually, he forced himself to get up and went back to his room to check if Yibo had taken the medicine.
He found Yibo lying down and noticed with a sinking heart that he hadn't touched the tea, let alone the medicine. He quickly stepped forward, pulled back the duvet, and asked, "You didn't drink the tea, Gege?"
Yibo sat up, grabbing Zhan's arm with some force. "I'm having S cramps, Baby."
Zhan's face fell. He tried to get up, saying, "Let me get you some warm water, then you can...."
Yibo held him back,his voice breaking. "Please, Baby, another round."
Zhan's eyes widened in confusion and panic. He tried to pull away, but Yibo wouldn't let go.
Filled with a desperate intensity,Yibo said, "I promise, after today, no more..."
But he couldn't finish.Zhan broke into wrenching sobs, pulled his arm free, and quickly left the room, his heart pounding. He went back to his room, locked the door, and cried as if his heart would break. The thought that Yibo had seen his pity and taken advantage of his illness to bring this up again made him cry in frustration. Finally, he lay down on the bed, curled up on his side, and let the tears fall.
By past noon, Zhan still hadn't heard Yibo come out of his room. He felt his heart couldn't bear it any longer; he wanted to know what condition he was in, but his fear held him back. Unable to endure the suspense, he finally got up, slowly opened the door, and went out.
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