My family lived in a mountain village. In the early years, my parents went out to work and my grandma raised me. When I was six years old, a man dressed in black came to the village and lured me out with a lollipop on the pretext of leading the way.
After leaving the mountain village, I could no longer go back, as they knocked me out. When I woke up, I had come to a unfamiliar city.
I was sent to a strange family, and later I learned that I was sold for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Being young and ignorant, I kept crying hard for not being able to see my grandma. My foster parents comforted me, asked me why. I shouted for my grandma.
My foster parents realized that I was not from an orphanage, but was cheated from a mountain village.
They asked for my home address. I had no idea about what province I was from, not to mention the county name. I had never been outside that small mountain village in the first six years of my life.
My foster parents were helpless and felt guilty. They just wanted a son, and after several years of trying, they failed. The orphanage had rules for adoption: the foster family had to be childless. As they had a daughter, who was about my age, they could only resort to other ways. Later they learnt that someone could help if they were willing to pay one hundred and fifty thousand dollars as a reward.
My foster mother crouched down, holding my face in her hands, said kindly, "From now on, you are the son of the Hunters!"
I had no idea about what is going on, but I had an instinctive trust in my foster parents. I believed they were not bad people, and they were just fooled by the gang of human traffickers.
My Foster father was happy to see me stop crying. He helped me take a bath. I did not know what to do, just follow his order silently.
In the evening, I met Emelia Hunter, their daughter. She was told to call me brother, but she was very unhappy with my arrival and always tried to bully me.
My foster parents were kind to me and asked me what I wanted to eat. As long as I liked, they would satisfy me.
Later on, Emelia got used to my presence. She would often share with me some trifles she met at school. Every time, I would listen quietly.
However, I turned to be increasingly introverted. Late at night, I would dream of human traffickers taking out a lollipop with a smiling face. Every time, I was awakened with cold sweat.
When my foster parents knew about it, they took me to see a psychologist. It did not work but made me even worse. I thought I might suffer from some kind of mental illness!
When we got home, my foster parents sighed deeply.
Emelia stood out and said confidently, "Mom, Dad, I will sleep with Jayden at night and take good care of him!"
My foster parents agreed without much hope.
Strangely enough, since Emelia accompanied me to sleep, that nightmare rarely appeared. It occurred once, but Emelia touched my back earnestly, and comforted me not to be afraid.
It made my foster parents feel relieved, just like solving the problem of a century.
Ten years passed by in a flash. For this decade, Emelia accompanied me to sleep every day. But as I grew older and knew more, I was no longer that innocent little boy, and Emelia grew up too. She still changed clothes in front of me unconsciously, showing her slender figure and fair legs, which made me distracted and flushed, but she was not aware of it.
Especially at night, when two of us were lying on the same bed, physical contacts were inevitable. I was easily aroused, but dared not do anything.
She was my sister, I kept reminding myself!
But the seed of love had already sprouted at the moment when I met her for the first time.
It finally outburst at that night!
We slept sideways as usual, but when I was in a haze and half awake condition, I vaguely felt Emelia turn around and kissed me gently on the lips.
The soft kiss awoke me suddenly. In the bright moonlight, I saw her flushed face. She hid in my arms shyly. My sanity gradually blurred. Although I tried to control myself, I could hardly resist the urge to embrace her slender waist.
On a hot summer day, she was only wearing underwear. When my hand touched her fair and silky skin, my body shook with hers.
Her figure was really good. No a hint of fat on her flat tummy. I looked down and saw her cleavage, and her mature body tended to be even more seductive.
"Brother," Emelia raised her head in my arms, said with anticipation, "When I grow up, I will marry you, ok?"
I was bewildered. I had never thought of getting married. Maybe girls were way more ahead than boys in this aspect!
Deep in my heart, I liked Emelia. Her glances and smiles were engraved in my mind.
"Ok!" I laughed stupidly.
"Then sooner or later we'll be husband and wife..." Emelia pouted. Her voice became lower and lower, "Do you want to do something intimate?"
"Well, what is it?" I didn't understand.
"Silly brother!" Emelia held me tightly.
I held her pretty face uncontrollably and kissed her red lips in an imperious way.
The fire was on instantly!
That night, we had almost done everything a couple was supposed to do. Perhaps we had made too much noise, and my foster mother broke in and poured us a glass of milk.
After being calm down, I was ashamed to continue, and Emelia lay back and turned her back to me. We smiled secretly, and later, we embraced each other to sleep. It was joyful.
Later, Emelia tempted me several times. For her, we would get married in the future. I also firmly believed in that, but I turned her down every time.
Because, I thought, the first time between us should be reserved for the wedding night, and should not end out of ignorance at a young age!
I was happy and thought it would last forever, but I was wrong.
I was terribly wrong!
When Emelia and I entered high school, she was as beautiful as a flower and often received numerous love letters from the boys. There was even a beauty list among the students, in which she ranked first.
She was not disturbed by the outside world, but studied assiduously.
But I was miserable. As we went to and from school together every day, everyone knew I was Emelia's brother.
I was cowardly and introverted. Some boys would often bully me in order to attract Emelia's attention. Every time, Emelia would stand out to protect me and chase away those people.
This could not last, as there would be a day when Emelia was not around. She told me that a man should stand up and fight. If someone beat me, even if I was knocked down, I should stand up and attack back.
There was one of Emelia's suitor in the class, named Franklin Young, who was said to be a second-generation rich. He was a ruffian followed by a group of buddies.
That afternoon, Franklin came to me, grabbed my collar and said contemptuously, "You took Emelia to Tito KTV in the evening, understand?"
I was quite afraid of Franklin, because he often dragged me into the toilet and beat me.
"No! My parents said we should be home on time at night!" In spite of my fear, I refused.
"Damn you!" Franklin slapped my head impatiently, "You are in high school. I'll just say it once. If I don't see Emelia at night, you can wait for your death!"
After that, Franklin swaggered away.
I was entangled for a whole day. I did not want to be beaten again, as Franklin beat me so hard that I vomited, and sometimes he even peed on me. If I did not take Emelia there, I did not know what kind of revenge would be ushered in tomorrow.
This hesitation lasted until the evening after school; Emelia came to wait for me at the door of the class. Seeing my heavy heart, she suddenly frowned and angrily said, "Brother, did someone beat you again?"
I shook my head, "No, no, no!"
She was a little suspicious, but did not ask much. We arrived at the school gate. Left was the way to KTV, and right was the way home. I knew I must make a decision now!
After making up my mind, I said to Emelia, gnashing my teeth, "Emelia, I have something to tell you."