Fantasy world

From a young man who was industrious in the city and had no regard for grain, I was suddenly thrown into the countryside, where I had to work the same way as the country people, with equal pay and equal pay. Such a contrast and gap is indeed too big. I am determined, courageous and will-powerful enough. No matter what I think in my heart, the first thing is that my body can't bear it. Even if it adapts, it will take some time and process.

These days, all I have is one thought, let me die! Fortunately, the people I met here were all such simple and kind-hearted people who took great care of me in every aspect, so I managed to persevere without completely making up my mind to die.

In this kind of hardship and pain, the person who could hold on and persevere and give me the greatest courage and strength should be Michelle, my lovely little sister.

Michelle called me brother almost from the beginning, and she never used my first and last names. I was used to it and found it very useful. It showed a kind of closeness without distance. In this way, Michelle and I became more and more intimate and casual. Although she is over thirteen years old, her body is still not developed at all, and she is not shy or avoidant towards me yet.

Michelle must have received arrangements and instructions from her parents. From the day I started working. Every day after she got out of school and I finished work, I hurriedly finished eating and took a shower. The first thing she did was also the first thing I did, which was to let me lie down on the bed and she would step on my back. At that time, all the bones in my body really seemed to be falling apart. After she brought it up like this, I didn't say anything and let her control me. At first, she was inexperienced and I didn’t get used to it very well. It was my first time stepping on my back and I didn’t feel particularly comfortable or useful. But slowly, she became more proficient and I gradually adapted to it. In this way, stepping on my back every day is like eating and sleeping every day. We both seem to be inseparable.

Michelle is not short, but her body does not weigh anything. At first, she stepped on my back and stood on me, but I still felt nothing. Later, she came up with a way. When she was stepping on my back, she carried a rice bag on her back, which increased the weight by about ten kilograms. Only then did I slowly start to feel it.

As time went by, her back-stepping skills improved step by step. At first, she stood on my back and had to grab something with both hands to balance herself. Later, she was like walking on a balance beam on me, her movements were free and easy. Her feet are very delicate and delicate, and she is getting more and more dexterous when stepping on my back. She can now insert her toes into the seams of my bones very accurately and with ease. Every time I stepped on it, I screamed, but this scream was like a woman's scream for bed. It was not a groan of pain, but an extreme pleasure and a free vent.

In exchange, it is also my promise to her. After she stepped on my back every day, my muscles and bones were completely relaxed. I started teaching her to play the violin. Everyone knows that the violin is the most difficult instrument to learn. For a little country girl like Michelle with no foundation, I really don’t know where to start. There is no other way, just clamp the piano, hold the bow, and then make the sound. That's the basics. Just for this, Michelle almost spent more than half a month. I persuaded her nicely that this thing is too difficult to learn, so she should stop learning it. When she heard this, she became anxious with me and looked like she was about to cry, so I had to calm her down slowly. He had to make her laugh all the time.

I always feel that because she steps on my back, she is too familiar with my body. My body is like a magnet, with an invisible attraction to her. After she stepped on my back every day, I taught her how to play the piano. The rest of the time was until she had to go to bed, and she usually would not leave my room casually. As long as she doesn't leave my room, she basically won't leave my body. If we are chatting and telling stories together, she will definitely get into my arms and she will not be quiet until I hold her. If I don't hold her, she will lie on my back and hang from my neck, which makes me restless. Sometimes, she would pull me to lie on the bed together, or hold hands and lie side by side to talk; or she would lie on top of me and rest her head on me while chatting. Anyway, she just wouldn't leave my body for a while.

Sometimes I tell her,"You're a girl, it's not good to stick to me like this." She says,"Why is it bad? You don't like me?" I say,"I didn't say I don't like me, but... We are different men and women, so we can't be too casual." When she heard this, she would pout:"What are you talking about? You are my brother! What does this mean? My brother and I were like this when we were young."

"When you were little - when you were so little, of course. But you are so old now!"

"I do not care! This is what I want, I like it! Why do not you like me?"

As soon as I saw that she was a little angry, I started to lose my mind. I had no choice but to hold her in my arms again.