Chapter 28

My sudden return home in the middle of the night surprised everyone. The next morning, when Yan Yang's father saw me exit the room, he got a shock.

The first one to come to their senses was Yan Yang's mother. She asked me what I wanted to have for breakfast.

Of course, Yan Yang was happy during those two days. He had to practise the piano on weekends too, and those sessions were even longer. As he played, he kept sneaking glances at me.

Yan Yang said, “Ge, there’s a piece of good news I’ve been keeping from you.”

His good news was that he had been accepted by that university in America. He had already received the acceptance letter, and the reason why he had not told me yet was because he wanted to tell me in person.

Yan Yang would go overseas for his studies a year earlier than me. I had to stay in China to complete my four years of graduate studies.

I watched his fingers dance upon the black and white keys, his whole being so blissfully relaxed, almost floating.

I leant against the piano as I watched him. At the moment, we were the only two people in the house.

Yan Yang lifted his eyes to meet mine, “Ge, this next song is for you.”

I thought of the very first day I had come here, when ten-year-old Yan Yang, in his pristine new clothes, sat here and played the piano for me.

In a blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

While Yan Yang played the piano, I asked him, “What were you doing in the bedroom alone just now?”

A smile played on his lips as he remained silent, continuing to play the piano.

The two of us were wearing the same set of pyjamas. In the past two years, Yan Yang had grown quite a bit; we were almost the same height now. However, he was still skinny; both fair and skinny. Sometimes, I even wondered if there was something wrong with Yan Yang’s body, because how was it that he never got bigger no matter how much he ate?

He was so fair that his face only had colour when we made love.

The last note was played, and this song for me was over.

Yan Yang looked up at me, “Ge, do you like it?”

“I do.” I went over and sat next to him. For the first time in my life, I rested my fingers atop the keys of his piano.

In all my years here, I had never touched this piano, because I felt that I wasn’t worthy.

At the end of the day, I simply had no self-esteem. No matter what kind of life I was living now, I still could not escape that lack of self-esteem buried deep in my bones.

Yan Yang covered my hand with his. It felt warm,  his fingers strong.

He guided me, teaching me how to play a melody. With his help, I managed to play a short part of a song.

“Ge, do you still remember this?” Yan Yang asked, “Back then, when you came here, this was the first song I played for you.”

He rested his head on my shoulder. I had already taken my hand off the piano, but he continued to play.

“After that, every song I played was actually for you,” Yan Yang said, “At first, I thought, ‘I’m playing this for Gege’. Then later on, it became ‘I’m playing this for my lover’. But ‘Gege’ and ‘my lover’ have all always been you.”

When he said this, I felt my heart being pinched and twisted again.

For the past few years at university, I had basically been living a double life. In front of outsiders, I was that outstanding and proud person, worthy of being liked and respected. Hidden away from the masses, however, I was someone having a secret romance with my own younger brother.

One side was a fake show of brilliance, while the other side was a true display of immorality.

Sometimes, I really felt like I wasn’t human at all.

“You asked what I was doing in the bedroom just now,” Yan Yang let out a soft laugh, “I was opening myself up. Mum and Dad aren’t home, and you’re leaving tomorrow night. We haven’t seen each other in so long; I want to do it a few more times with you.”

“Oh, right,” Yan Yang added, “Ge, yesterday Mum asked me to ask you if you’ve decided which school you want to enrol in yet.”

At that moment, I felt like Yan Yang actually knew it all already. He always said things that agitated me when I was feeling swayed.

Right when I was planning to leave, he was using this sort of method to remind me that it was him who was helping me to gain everything.

There were times when I couldn’t tell who was the true manipulator of this at all.

“I haven’t.” As I spoke, I slipped a hand down the back of his pants and slid it across his waist to stroke his cock in front.

Yan Yang’s body had become very sensitive these two years, perhaps because we rarely met and usually only contacted each other through the phone and video calls. To this rare skin-to-skin contact, his reaction was very intense.

I had barely touched him, but he was already turning his body towards me, wrapping his arms around me as moans began to escape his lips.

Yan Yang brought a hand to my cheek, then traced a line down my body before stopping at my crotch where he started to palm my cock through the fabric of my pants.

“Ge, you’re so hard.”

I hoisted Yan Yang onto my lap, putting his ass right on top of my crotch.

“Play the piano,” I instructed him, “Any song will do.”

Yan Yang shifted about on my lap, like he was finding a comfortable position for himself.

He started to play the piano. The song he was playing was the first one he had played for me the day I had come here.

As he played, I slid my hands to the front of his shirt and unbuttoned it, button by button. My hands started to roam his chest.

Yan Yang’s breaths quickened, and the song he was playing gradually became more and more disjointed.

I tugged his pants down. His ass was wet and slick.

“You really did prepare yourself.”

I pulled his shirt off his shoulders and left a kiss on his bare shoulder before fishing out my cock that had already been hard for a painfully long time.

I made Yan Yang lift himself slightly so I could position the tip at his entrance, then fiercely slammed his hips down to take it all in.

A deafening, dissonant sound erupted from the piano as all ten of his fingers drove down on the piano keys. He tipped his head back, a moan leaving his lips at the same time. I wrapped my arms around him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Are you still playing the piano?” I asked him.

I buried myself a little deeper inside him, and Yan Yang instantly went limp.

“Do you want me to play?”

“Yes,” I took his hand and kissed it, “If you can’t finish the song, then I won’t let you cum.”