A New Home with Sister

“Oh no, no, I was just asking.”

I feared my sister might think I was being picky, so I placed one hand on the cushion and the other on the back seat, my left foot on the pedal, and began to climb up. This bicycle was too tall, almost as tall as me, making it feel like climbing a ladder.

My left foot slipped, causing my whole body to sink. I looked helplessly at the high back seat and then shyly at my sister, my head bowed in shame. “I’m sorry, Sister, I’m so useless.”

I never thought I’d struggle to get on a bicycle. I wondered how my sister might tease me about it. After all, I was the one who ended up in the hospital because of a fight; I must have been a bad kid.

Sister’s adorable expression melted Zhaonan’s heart. If not for covering her mouth with both hands, she would have burst out laughing. Zhaonan cleared her throat twice, composed herself, and softly said, “No, it’s okay! You’re just a kid. Come, let me help you up.”

“Sister, this…” As my sister leaned down, I shyly averted my gaze. I worried about being seen by classmates, who would surely tease me for needing help to get on a bicycle.

My sister’s body was softer than I imagined, with a sweet scent. Her chest pressed against my arm, leaving me blushing and flustered. The smooth, silky touch made it impossible not to think about it.

Sister held me like a baby, spreading my legs to place them on the back seat. The bicycle’s back seat was a U-shaped iron frame, uncomfortable and hard.

After ensuring Zhaonan was seated, Sister, with her tall, slender legs, easily straddled the bicycle. She had found this vintage bicycle with great difficulty at a junk shop. Although bicycles were once a common mode of transportation, their slow speed and discomfort led to fewer users. Many people, both men and women, started their romantic journeys on bicycles.

“Hold on tight, I’m starting off.”

Sister smiled sweetly and, after Zhaonan nodded, pushed off with her foot, sending the bicycle onto the road.

When the bicycle moved, inertia caused my body to lean forward, and I grabbed Sister’s waist.

“So soft!” I thought, feeling awkward in this position. It looked like I was doing it on purpose. I wanted to let go, but the bicycle’s bumps made my butt ache. If I let go, I’d fall off. So, I held tighter.

I vowed never to ride a bicycle again, even if I had to walk. I wondered if people from the past had different butts, as I couldn’t imagine how they endured it. Sister rode on a bumpy, yellow dirt road, and the bicycle bounced every second. I shifted my weight to my upper body, leaning forward with my head against Sister’s back, wrapping my arms around her waist for comfort.

After an hour of torture, my butt finally found relief. Sister stopped the bicycle, and I jumped off, quickly rubbing my sore rear.

“Hurry up! Mom has already prepared dinner.”

Sister pushed the bicycle ahead of her.

“Wait for me!” I chased after her, glancing at the neighborhood name—Fengming Purple East.

The neighborhood looked upscale, with security guards at the entrance. Sister used a card to open the gate, and I followed her inside.

“Is this my home? Why does it feel so unfamiliar?” From the moment I entered, everything felt strange, like I was walking here for the first time.

Sister parked the bicycle in the parking lot and hummed “Love Under the Plum Blossom Tree” as she entered the building, showing no intention of waiting for me.

“I must have been picked up! Why did Sister suddenly leave me?” I quickened my pace and squeezed into the elevator just as the doors were closing, standing obediently beside Sister.

“Next time, and the next, don’t let go of Sister’s hand without permission, or I’ll spank you!” Sister’s voice was unusually gentle, but her squinting eyes held a strong threat.

Sister didn’t wait for Zhaonan after entering the neighborhood because she feared that one day he might regain his memory and accuse her of deceiving him. It was Zhaonan who chased after her, so everything was his own doing!

Any sister would want to take home a cute boy like Zhaonan and raise him. Sister thought about this, and her guilt disappeared.

I shivered under Sister’s unusual smile, stepping back slightly. With my hands behind my back, I nodded silently under her threat.

I realized Sister was the type who concealed her anger with a smile. She always looked cheerful, but sometimes her true feelings were the opposite, like now.

Sister gazed at Zhaonan with affection, playfully tapping his forehead. I rubbed my head and rolled my eyes.

I casually looked at the hand reaching out to me and then at Sister’s beautiful face before placing my hand in hers.

Sister’s hand was larger than mine and strong, gripping my hand tightly, causing it to ache.

After learning about Zhaonan’s memory loss, Sister told their mom about taking him home to raise him, expressing her desire for a future with him. Despite his young age, Sister believed that with early training, he would grow up to be a caring man. She planned to confess to him when the time was right, making everything natural. To Sister’s surprise, their mom fully supported the idea.

The elevator stopped at the 8th floor, and Sister led me out, turning left to the first door, unit 801.

“We’re home!” Sister smiled softly and pressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong! The electronic chime sounded.

While waiting, I hoped Mom would be beautiful. I had no memory of her or any past events. I wondered what her reaction would be to my forgetting her.

Soft footsteps echoed from within, sounding like slippers. The door slowly opened, revealing a woman in her thirties with a captivating beauty, especially with the mole on her brow. Her face was seven parts similar to Sister’s, with a fuller figure. She wore a short, pink nightgown, and her ample chest left me in awe.

What a magnificent mom! She was stunning. Mom’s doting gaze turned to me, and I quickly averted my eyes, afraid she’d catch me staring.

“My darling, you’re home! Come give Mom a hug.”

From the moment Mom first saw Zhaonan, she was captivated by his adorable appearance. Although she generally disliked men, even small boys, Zhaonan’s shy and coy demeanor won her over completely. His looks and personality were exactly what she liked.

Mom’s plump arms reached for me, and I instinctively stepped back. I didn’t feel the same closeness with her as I did with Sister. Mom swiftly embraced me, and my face sank into what felt like ultra-soft sponge.

The sweet scent was almost overwhelming. I struggled to lift my head, finally escaping the embrace and gasping for fresh air.