Michael For Lori Ann - An Adult, Consensual Sibling Romance

Maybe I’m not strong enough for myself, but I have to be strong enough for you.

I still remember the night when you popped up into my life. Three in the morning, a Saturday night just a few days before my eleventh birthday. My mother, thrilled, opened the door of my room, shouting: “She’s born!”, and I was just like, “Oh, wow. Another human being on the Earth”.

Only that it wasn’t just a human being. It was my special human being. It was my moon, my sun, my starry sky. It was my eleven. It was you.

You leaned in my arms. You slept in my arms as well. I fed you and I made you laugh and I wiped away your tears.

And now I’ve to keep you safe. Again. As I always tried to do. And now I’ve to be strong enough for you. To be here for you. To be not your anchor but your lifesaver. To be just for one time your polar star just like you have always been to me. Just because you asked me to take you away. Just because you asked me to bring you with me. Just because I love you, and you love me, and your heart pounding against my chest is the greatest reminder of my being alive.

It’s a quarter past six in the morning and I’m literally writing stuff about you in English just because you’re too young to understand everything, and I can’t express into words the way you make me feel. So I’ll just tousle your hair, I’ll make you giggle, I’ll listen your “I love you, bro!” and I’ll reply “I love you too, sis”. Because you make me feel happy to being alive. And that’s the biggest gift someone can give to me.