Drunk and had sex with his big-breasted sister-in-law

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I am but a humble scholar, with a meager life.
I wouldn't call myself a handsome man,
but I'd say I'm just a little bit short (just kidding)... As for my name, let's call me Wei.
I work for a private company, and the pay is pretty good.
My wife is the eldest child in her family, with a younger brother and a younger sister.
Her brother is already married, and her sister is 22.
When I first met my sister-in-law, I didn't feel anything special, except that I was amazed by her ample bosom.
At 1.62 meters tall, she had the potential for a C-cup (I was just guessing at the time, as I didn't have a precise idea), which was quite impressive.
Later, after some research, I figured it was probably genetic, since my mother-in-law also had a pair of large, firm breasts.
In the summer of 2008, my sister-in-law was transferred to a job near our home.
Although the company provided a dormitory, it didn't have air conditioning, and we had to eat in the cafeteria.
My wife was worried that her sister-in-law would suffer at the company, so she decided to have her stay with us.
At the time, I was very reluctant; we had just gotten married and hadn't had enough of our life together yet.
Suddenly, someone else arrived, and the thought of it all felt awkward. Before, when it was just the two of us, we could make love quickly and move to different places. Now that
my sister-in-law was here, it meant I was stuck in the bedroom, and even
then, I had to be extremely careful. But you can't fight city hall, so I had no choice but
to obey unconditionally. The day my sister-in-law moved in, the weather was unbearably hot. Even though the air conditioning was on, I couldn't let the beautiful woman do all the moving herself. I was drenched in sweat , feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Only after moving everything did I finally get a proper look at my sister-in-law. They say beautiful women are like a spring breeze, refreshing and invigorating. One glance at her and I was instantly invigorated; the heat vanished immediately. That day, she was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, which subtly revealed her pink bra. Perhaps her breasts were indeed quite large, or perhaps the t-shirt was too small, but they looked like they were about to burst out. I can't quite remember if she was wearing shorts or a skirt, because my attention was completely captivated by her ample bosom. Everyone knows the Big Bad Wolf is a villain, but that's not entirely true. If it weren't for the allure of the White Rabbit, the Big Bad Wolf wouldn't be so evil. So, the real culprit is the White Rabbit. "Brother-in-law!" A clear voice interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, oh, Ying, sit down quickly, I'll get you an ice cream." While speaking, I secretly glanced at my wife. I found her attention was entirely on the TV, and I secretly felt lucky. After we got married, I took over all the cooking, because my wife's cooking really wasn't very good. She usually just helped out, washing and preparing the vegetables. Naturally, the responsibility of dinner fell to me. Perhaps because my sister-in-law was here, my wife wanted to show off her status at home. I called her several times to help prepare the vegetables, but she didn't budge. "Brother-in-law, let me help you." My sister-in-law appeared at that moment, probably noticing my embarrassment. She then sat on a small stool and started preparing the vegetables for me. Since I had to bend down every time I got the food, I sat opposite my sister-in-law, which gave me a real treat. A deep cleavage, tender skin, and I couldn't even tell what color her nipples were. Several times I almost caught a glimpse of her nipples , but each time I was disappointed. Perhaps sensing my gaze, my sister-in-law looked up, meeting my lecherous eyes. I felt incredibly ashamed, thinking how bad I was, trying to take advantage of her (later I realized, "Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?" Otherwise, I'd be worse than an animal). Surprisingly, she only gave me a slight glare, and her face flushed instantly. That night's dinner was exceptionally good, probably because I was so excited. After dinner, I urged my wife to go to sleep. Perhaps due to excessive hormones, my penis had been protesting more than once, so I needed to release it quickly, or I'd be in serious trouble. Back in the bedroom, I couldn't wait to pounce on her. My wife has a stunning figure, with curves in all the right places, especially her big, white buttocks. Every time I climax, I want to ejaculate on her. My wife is quick to heat up too; after a few simple caresses, I immediately mounted her. Perhaps because my sister was in the opposite room, her moans were much quieter than usual, but I did the opposite. I thrust in as deep as I could each time. The sound of flesh colliding filled the room. "Oh, oh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." my wife cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But I didn't let her go, increasing the frequency of my thrusts. But my mind was filled with images of Xiaoshi, her deep cleavage... "Wei, you're so amazing tonight, I really can't take it anymore, um, um, um..." Just as I was thrusting intensely, I suddenly heard a slight noise outside. Since it was just the two of us at home before, we never closed the door when we made love. Perhaps out of habit, this time I only slightly closed the door. My wife was probably too engrossed in the moment and didn't even notice the door. Obviously, the noise outside was caused by my sister-in-law. "What's that noise?" my wife asked. "Nothing," I chuckled and said. "Honey, I'm coming," I said, probably affected by the noise, and immediately ejaculated. "Ugh, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow." I wondered if my sister-in-law had seen me, and with that question in mind, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my wife had already gone to work. My job is quite flexible. As long as you complete the tasks, your boss doesn't really care what you do each day. And my boss values me highly. We have a great relationship. My wife's job is much more tiring. Except for the Chinese New Year holiday, she doesn't have any holidays, not even weekends. The nature of my wife's job led to my affair with my sister-in-law. Well, I can't say my willpower wasn't strong enough. "Brother-in-law, come and eat," my sister-in-law said with a smile when she saw me. There was nothing unusual on her face, so it seems she didn't see me last night. I told myself that. "Okay, I'll wash up." Eating out is awkward for me; it's one of my weaknesses. I always feel tongue-tied when I see beautiful women. I don't know what to say.

I stole a few glances at my sister-in-law while we ate.
She has a round face with a slightly pointed chin, almost like an oval face. It's hard to describe, she's just very beautiful.
Especially her lips; the two thin, small lips are playfully upturned like fresh fruit, very sexy.
Seeing her lips, I thought how wonderful it would be to have her give me oral sex.
They say you can tell the shape of a vagina and the amount of pubic hair by looking at the mouth.
But I don't have that ability. I don't know what shape my sister-in-law's vagina is, whether it's like my wife's, with thick pubic hair
or sparse hair.
Her hair was casually tied up, but it gave off a natural beauty. Maybe because she had just gotten up, she hadn't changed yet, wearing last night's pajamas. Hmm, she probably wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
But the pajamas were too loose. I couldn't see her
nipples. They should still be pink.
I haven't heard my wife mention having a boyfriend.
Sitting across from me, I could smell a faint fragrance, I don't know if it was her natural scent or perfume.
"Ying, why aren't you at work?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"The company gave me two days off to pack,"
my sister-in-law said. Then an awkward silence fell; I didn't know what to say.
Although I had lustful thoughts, I really didn't have the guts. I ran away as if fleeing after dinner.
Some readers might say that two days off is a perfect opportunity.
I think those who think that have read too many erotic novels. Just touching her hand,
or creating an environment, and she'd immediately give in. Pure nonsense.
If things go wrong, it could lead to divorce and separation, and... well, no children yet.
That would make it impossible to live a decent life.
Although I did have thoughts of possessing my sister-in-law at the time, it was just a thought; it might never become a reality.
Every time I saw my sister-in-law in revealing clothes, or looking alluring after a bath, I couldn't help but fantasize. Of course, I needed an outlet, which was to attack my wife repeatedly. My wife was exhausted and confused by me.
I don't know why my sex drive suddenly became so strong, and I was afraid her sister would hear, so I never dared to moan loudly.
I felt this wasn't a solution, because I didn't know if my sister-in-law had feelings for me. I couldn't just sit and wait; if she did, wouldn't I be worse than an animal if I didn't act on it?
So I often did some outrageous things to test my sister-in-law's reaction.
One evening, after dinner, my sister-in-law went to take a shower, and I deliberately teased my wife, making her itchy. Actually, my wife's sex drive is indeed very strong, just a bit conservative. I said to her, "Honey, I want it."
My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "You pervert, wait until bedtime."
How could that be? So I continued to tease her, and took out my penis, putting it to my wife's mouth, asking her to give me oral sex. My wife had no choice but to compromise, saying, "How about we go back to the bedroom?"
I thought to myself, how could that be? Going back to the bedroom would mean I wouldn't achieve my goal.
I said, "I can't wait, here's fine."
"Ying's still in the shower,"
I said. "It'll be a while before she finishes, let's hurry up and finish."
So I lifted my wife's pajamas and looked for the exit
. Actually, my wife doesn't wear underwear after changing into her pajamas at home. So it was easy for me to enter.
I really don't want to describe what my wife's genitals look like or the process of making love here.
Because it's like eating, it feels so ordinary.
I'm not interested in describing it anymore. Even if my wife is very beautiful. I don't know if you, the reader, feel the same way.
But this time my wife was more wet than before, maybe because she felt her sister was in the room.
She climaxed quickly. I think I was losing control, but I couldn't stop because my sister-in-law hadn't come out yet. About ten minutes passed.
(Yes, it really was ten minutes. I'm not bragging, that's how it is. Haha.)
I heard the shower door open, but my wife was probably too excited to hear it.
I pretended not to hear it and continued. I didn't dare to look back.
I was also afraid of embarrassment, but I knew my wife's younger sister was right behind us, so I increased the intensity of my thrusting, trying to expose the point of contact to her. At this point, stimulated, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated hard inside my wife.
I heard my wife's younger sister's footsteps move back into the bathroom.
Afterwards, my wife quickly got up and cleaned up the mess.
A few minutes later, my wife's younger sister came out. My wife pretended nothing had happened.
She said, "Why did you take so long to shower? I was waiting to use the toilet."
Then she hurried to the toilet. Actually, I knew what she was thinking, because she still had millions of offspring inside her. She had to deal with it quickly.
After my wife went in, my wife's younger sister stared at me for a long time and said something that left me speechless.
"Mind your image!"
I asked, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean, mind your image?"
My wife's younger sister spat and didn't say anything more, but I noticed her face was red. I didn't know if it was because of the shower or something else.
This is impossible to verify now, because whenever I asked her later, she wouldn't say anything, only that I looked like a jerk.
After this incident, I concluded that at least my sister-in-law doesn't dislike me.
Whether there's a chance remains to be seen.
It seems that as a member of the Communist Party, my awareness is quite high; I know to reflect and analyze every problem and difficulty I encounter.
Thanks to the Party and the country; without such good habits, there wouldn't be this development.
From then on, I frequently sought opportunities to contact my sister-in-law. After reading many novels, I summarized several strategies I could implement, such as drugging her.
This would be difficult to resolve later. If she's willing, it's fine; if not, and she's a chaste and virtuous woman, then I'd be in trouble.
Another option is to take the opportunity to touch her hand and see her reaction. If it's good , I can
put my arm around her waist and kiss her.
Then… if that feels inappropriate, I might watch a pornographic film together to see her reaction.
Yes, that's what novels say—put a few pornographic films on the computer, let my sister-in-law watch them, and then test her reaction.
That's it. This is the only feasible option right now. Since we only have one computer at home, and it's in my bedroom, my sister-in-law often goes online there. So, on the weekend, as soon as my wife left, I quickly put the hidden movie clips on the desktop, changing the names to random movie titles. I was hoping my sister-in-law would see them.
By the time my hair was almost white, it was already past 11 o'clock, and my sister-in-law finally got up. Frustrating!
But as I hoped, in the afternoon, she went online.
I pretended to go back to the bedroom to get something, to see if she was watching.
Things didn't develop as I imagined, and there was no blushing or anything like in the novels.
Later, I checked the playback and confirmed it was on, but only for a few seconds. I probably realized something was wrong and quickly turned it off.
However, I still gained something, because when I went back to the bedroom to see what she was doing, I saw what I'd always dreamed of.
White and fleshy, I wanted nothing more than to go up and roughly fondle it.
Because the neckline of her nightgown was quite low
, I could see her tender nipples.
Even though her breasts were quite large, her nipples were actually quite small. I couldn't see them clearly, but that was enough.
I don't usually like steamed buns, but from that moment on, I developed a liking for them, always squeezing them flat before eating.
I only ate two at a time.
Ever since seeing my sister-in-law's breasts that time, I've been unable to resist. I even considered buying a camera, but I really didn't know where to buy one; I always felt like most of them were scams. But that couldn't stop my desire.
At that time, I was like a fanatic. Every time I saw my sister-in-law, my eyes would blaze with a burning light. Luckily, I didn't get a nosebleed, or I would have been in big trouble.
One weekend.
My wife's younger brother, sister-in-law, and their daughter came to visit. Since they had a few drinks at dinner, my wife didn't want her brother to drive home, as getting caught drunk driving would be a big problem. The question
then became how to arrange sleeping arrangements, since we only have two beds.
I originally planned to sleep on the sofa, with my wife and sister-in-law sharing one bed, and her brother, sister-in-law, and daughter sharing another. But my wife, probably feeling sorry for me, wouldn't let me sleep on the sofa and insisted I sleep with her and her sister-in-law, saying we weren't strangers and it was fine.
What an understanding wife! I was so touched, but I had to pretend I wasn't too happy. So, my wife slept in the middle, and my sister-in-law and I slept on the sides.
When I drink, I really want to have sex, even though it's bad for my health, I just can't control myself.
I'd barely lain down for a moment when my hands started wandering. With my sister-in-law right there, I got even more excited. I reached for my wife's breasts, but she pulled her hand away. So, with the persistence of a male prostitute, I continued my harassment. Perhaps my wife was afraid of being discovered by her sister, so she acquiesced to my actions. But when aroused, it's hard to control oneself. Finally, under my onslaught, my wife broke down, her vulva already wet. She turned her buttocks towards me, and I understood. I moved my penis to the cleft between her labia and gently rubbed it, while one hand caressed her pear-shaped breasts. My wife couldn't help but
let out soft, wanton breaths. As I've mentioned before, my wife doesn't wear underwear with her pajamas, which made my movements very convenient. My engorged penis throbbed against her pubic area. After a while, my wife couldn't take it anymore. She reached behind her and pressed her legs hard. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I sped up. Just then, an untimely voice rang out. "Sis, are you feeling unwell?" My wife pretended to be fine and said, "No." But I could hear a tremor in her voice. After she finished speaking, I felt a gush of fluid from her lower body. My wife had an orgasm, and with the double stimulation, I also reached my climax. After a while, my wife pretended to go to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as she left, I sensed a strange atmosphere, like the feeling of first love, sweet and tender. "Brother-in-law, really! I'm still here, couldn't you wait until I got back to do it?" It turned out my sister-in-law knew. It seemed she wasn't too bothered. Hearing this, I reached out and pinched my sister-in-law's breast hard. Maybe I used too much force, or maybe my sister-in-law was startled by the sudden touch, she screamed and then slapped my hand. "Smack!" "What's wrong?" my wife asked as she walked in. We both answered in unison, "Nothing." My wife didn't press further. The night passed peacefully. Ever since that time I touched my sister-in-law, I've been dreaming about touching her while she sleeps every night. This dream torments me, making me physically and mentally exhausted, so I decided to take a risk. One night, after my wife had fallen asleep, I remember it was around midnight. I quietly got out of bed and carefully made my way to my sister-in-law's room, knowing she didn't lock her door when she slept. So I quietly opened the door and waited a while . Hearing no movement inside, I tiptoed in. My sister-in-law was sleeping peacefully. I walked to her bedside and reached for her breasts. I gently touched them; they were soft. My heart pounded. I was worried she'd wake up suddenly, and I was also worried my wife would find me out of the room and come out to use the bathroom. If she didn't see me, it would be a big problem. But my sister-in-law's body was too tempting; I couldn't just touch her lightly. So I reached out again. This time I covered them with my hand. I can't describe it; I felt like I was melting. It only lasted about ten seconds before I quickly withdrew. Yes, I didn't dare go any further, because I still had some sense. From then on, I would always sneak into my sister-in-law's room late at night to caress her, searching for my inner Mona Lisa. But as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." It was because I entered her so frequently that my sister-in-law noticed something was wrong. At that time, my wife was pregnant, and after finding out, she forbade any intimate contact with me. Oral sex was also forbidden. This is why I entered her so frequently. That night, it was a rainy night; if it hadn't rained, there probably wouldn't have been any problems. I went into my sister-in-law's room as usual. I placed my hand on her breasts, caressing them, feeling their smoothness and softness. Just as I was enjoying myself, suddenly a hand grabbed mine. My mind went blank; I knew it was all over. But my sister-in-law didn't make a sound or do anything drastic; she just said two words: "Get out." I don't know how I got back to my bed. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unable to understand what my sister-in-law meant. As dawn approached, it dawned on me: my sister-in-law also liked me. Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was. It was because my wife was pregnant, and my sister-in-law didn't want to upset her, afraid it would affect the fetus. However, it was precisely because of my mistaken thoughts that I ended up with my sister-in-law by a twist of fate—but that's a story for another time. The next morning, my sister-in-law acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as usual, which only fueled my belief that she liked me. After breakfast, my sister-in-law changed her clothes to go to work. She wore a business suit , exuding a mature woman's charm—a light blue mini-skirt and sheer, translucent flesh-colored stockings, I couldn't tell if they were half-length or full-length. I really wanted to touch them. I wouldn't have dared to do that before, but since what happened last night, I'd become bolder. My sister-in-law was putting on her shoes, sticking her buttocks out as she did so; they looked quite full, especially with the stockings, making it even more irresistible. I couldn't see any panty lines; was she wearing a thong? At that moment, I was consumed by lust. I pretended to put on my shoes too, and feigned a loss of balance, grabbing her buttocks for support.

My sister-in-law immediately straightened up as if by reflex. I smiled shamelessly, and she pretended nothing had happened and left.
After she left, I quickly went into her room and finally found her underwear and bra in the drawer.
The underwear was from Reese, some even thongs. Why hadn't I thought to look at underwear before? I put the underwear over my penis, fantasizing about my sister-in-law, and ejaculated on it.
After finishing, I quickly wiped myself clean and put it back in the drawer.
That evening at dinner, while my wife was out, my sister-in-law suddenly asked me, "Did you go to my room?"
"No, how could I?" I answered guiltily.
"Don't think I don't know what you did. If you do it again, I'll tell my sister."
It seemed she still had some reservations, but at this point, I wasn't scared anymore. Because she had tolerated me time and time again, if I turned against her the first time, there probably wouldn't be a future. Since that's the case, I might as well go all the way and sleep with her that night, I thought to myself.
That night, after my wife fell asleep, I went into my sister-in-law's room again. Yes, I didn't lock the door.
Maybe she thought I wouldn't dare go back.
I didn't play with her breasts again, but instead chose to directly attack her pubic hair. Because I was afraid of waking her up, I gently lifted her nightgown. Sure enough, she was wearing a thong. The small piece of fabric couldn't cover her pubic hair at all. Well, I can't call it a pubic hair, because the pubic hair wasn't particularly thick; it was sparse.
I gently pressed her clitoris with my hand. The thong felt a bit cumbersome, so I went to the living room and got a pair of scissors. I cut the small frenulum shorter, and then I couldn't wait to lie down on it and smell it deeply. It smelled nice. I gently parted her labia. Her labia were rosy in color, completely different from her sister's. My wife's labia were a thin layer, wrinkled, and a bit dark. The difference was huge.
I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris and labia. My sister-in-law made a soft "hmm" sound, which startled me. I stopped, but after a while, there was no further reaction. She was probably having a wet dream. Not knowing if the object of her dream was me, I increased the speed of my licking. Then, my sister-in-law's body moved slightly. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, teasing the delicate flesh at the vaginal opening. Her labia minora began to naturally separate, turning to the sides. At that moment, some fluid flowed out. Seeing that the time was right, I quickly aimed my already erect penis at her vagina. I knew my sister-in-law didn't have a boyfriend, so I assumed she was a virgin. I carefully pushed forward. Hmm,
no resistance.
I continued forward, and most of my penis was inside. It seemed my sister-in-law wasn't a virgin. I felt a mix of disappointment and joy. If she wasn't a virgin, my guilt would be less, but the fact that she wasn't made me curse inwardly who had taken her virginity.
But this wasn't the time to think about that. I slowly moved my body, so tired, so very tired. I was afraid of waking my sister-in-law, but she did wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw it was me, she immediately pushed me away. Since she was awake, I didn't need to be careful anymore. I lowered my hips and entered her completely.
"Ah,"
my sister-in-law let out a soft moan, not very loud. It seemed she was still hesitant, afraid her sister would hear. Since that was the case, I wasn't afraid anymore and increased the speed of my thrusts.
"No, brother-in-law, no!"
my sister-in-law said in a pleading voice, but she kept her voice down, while pushing against my arms and chest with her hands. Perhaps she was afraid of making noise when she slapped me, so she used a pushing motion.
I didn't let her continue. My lips chased after her dodging mouth, while my hands vigorously kneaded her breasts and nipples. I pulled up her loose clothes, and when I saw her pink, firm nipples and white, round breasts, I didn't hesitate to bite them, my tongue quickly licking her sensitive nipples.
She cried out in arousal.
"No, no! Brother-in-law, my sister is next door, I can't betray her."
Hearing this, I became even more excited, gently biting her nipple with my teeth.
"Ah," my sister-in-law began to breathe rapidly, repeatedly saying "No, no,"
but her hands no longer resisted. She
was also occasionally stroking my back, seemingly already broken. I knew I couldn't be careless now; I had to completely conquer her. I increased my speed, making slapping sounds. Suddenly, she pressed down on my buttocks and said, "Keep it down, don't let my sister hear."
Hearing this, I almost lost control and ejaculated.
It seemed she had accepted, at least temporarily, so I reached out to take off her pajamas. My sister-in-law cooperated by lifting her back and taking off her pajamas.
I was so focused on forcing myself on her that I hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate my sister-in-law's breasts. Since the lights were off, I couldn't see them properly, so I could only use my hands. While kneading her breasts, my penis thrust rapidly inside her vagina. After dozens of rapid thrusts, her body trembled, and she tightly hugged my neck.
"Ah," I cried out in pain.
My sister-in-law bit me during her orgasm! Oh no, what if my wife sees this tomorrow? Never mind, I'll deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow. As she tensed, experiencing that excruciating, bone-melting pleasure, I slowed down a bit and thrust deeply into her vagina, feeling the slippery, hot sensation of her vagina writhing with pleasure from her orgasm. He thrust deeply into her flower bud, again and again. After the first orgasm, the second came quickly. This time, having learned from the first experience, he didn't let his sister-in-law bite him. After the orgasm, his sister-in-law said, "Let's not do this again. I'm sorry to my sister."
I knew it was too late to say anything now, because she was already sober, and I was also worried about my wife finding out I hadn't been home for a long time. So I hurriedly ran back to the bedroom. Luckily, my wife was sleeping soundly.
"Sister, I'll move back to the company residence. Work is quite busy now, sometimes I need to work overtime until very late, and it's troublesome to come home at night."
I had just woken up from my sleep when I heard my sister-in-law talking to my wife.
I knew my sister-in-law was making excuses to avoid me, so I quickly got out of bed and said, "It's better not to stay at the company residence. Your sister is pregnant, you can take care of her at home."
"Yes, Ying, don't stay at the company residence. The company dormitory doesn't have air conditioning. If you come home late, I'll have your brother-in-law pick you up," my wife chimed in.
Seeing that there was no other way, my sister-in-law didn't insist anymore. But for the next few days, she always avoided me, leaving early every morning and locking herself in bed at night. She
never let me pick her up, which was really frustrating.
Finally, the opportunity came: my wife was going to stay with her mother for a few days.
I was so happy, tidying up for her, eager to get her to leave. My wife probably noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "You're so happy I'm not home?"
"No, I was just thinking that when you go home, your mother can cook you some good food to nourish you. My cooking skills are limited, and I can't come home to cook lunch for you."
My wife seemed quite satisfied with my answer.
After seeing my wife off, I came back and found that my sister-in-law's cosmetics and other items were gone. I went
to her bedroom and found it spotless. Apparently, my sister-in-law had also moved out quickly.
It seems my sister-in-law is still afraid to face me; she still has a grudge.
That makes sense; it wouldn't be normal if she wasn't upset.
I was incredibly bored being home alone.
Every night I went out drinking with friends, and I always came home drunk. When my wife was home, I was always careful about what I drank, afraid of upsetting her, especially since she's pregnant.
Because I drank too much last night, I woke up with a terrible headache this morning, so I didn't go to work.
As I lay in bed, half-asleep, I suddenly heard someone open the door.
My wife was back
? No way, she should have asked me to pick her up.
It was my sister-in-law!
Sure enough, it was her. She paused for a moment as she passed my room, probably surprised that I hadn't gone to work.
I quickly got up. "Why are you back today?"
"Um, just grabbing something."
My sister-in-law was wearing a semi-transparent blouse, and her black bra added a touch of allure.
At this point, I couldn't bear to look any longer. I rushed over to my sister-in-law, who mechanically stepped back and said, "I'll leave after I get my things." I didn't
care anymore. I pulled her into my arms and began a frenzied kiss, my hands also busy ravaging her.
This time, she resisted a little, but I was prepared for her to fight back. She only offered a token resistance. I stopped what I was doing, looked at her, and saw tears welling in her eyes. She said, "Why wasn't I the one who met you first?" It seemed she truly had feelings for me. I knew I couldn't say anything more; I had to conquer her first. So I pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her, caressing her through her clothes while kissing her passionately.
Perhaps she was moved too, as she also began to caress me. I took the opportunity to unbutton my sister-in-law's shirt, pushing her bra up to reveal her white breasts. This was the first time I'd seen her breasts so clearly. She tried to cover them with her hands, but she was much stronger than me. I pried her hands open and saw her erect nipples surrounded by pink areolas. Perhaps she was shy and didn't want me to look too much, so she pressed my head against her breasts, making it almost suffocating me. At this point, if I didn't know what to do next, I'd have wasted all these years. With my teasing, she became very wet, her panties soaked. I ripped off her panties, positioned my penis against her pink vagina, and thrust in. (1500 words omitted here.) In short, we moved around constantly on the bed, sofa, and balcony until we were too exhausted to move anymore. For the next few days, we indulged in sensual pleasures every day. Well, I've written quite a bit already; if this continues, it'll become a long story. Anyway, we made love whenever we had the chance, and even when we didn't have the chance to create, we still made love. In the kitchen, my wife watched TV in the living room, and my sister-in-law and I made love. Imagine the scene. While my wife was showering, we had sex in the living room. During dinner, I kept teasing my sister-in-law under the table. Basically, there's nothing we wouldn't do. Use your imagination! Anyway, my sister-in-law was completely submissive to me. But there's something I need to mention separately, because it was my sister-in-law's first time squirting, and the only time any woman in my life has ever squirted. I feel it's very memorable. It should have been the beginning of autumn then, but the weather was still quite hot. Around 7 pm, my wife, sister-in-law, and I went to a beauty salon. I went to get a haircut, and my sister-in-law and wife went for a beauty treatment. Although my wife was several months pregnant, she still regularly took care of herself. After getting my hair cut, I went to the car to wait for them. After a while, my sister-in-law came out too. She said she knew I was waiting outside and was worried I'd be anxious, so she made up an excuse not to do her haircut and came out to keep me company. I was really touched. At that moment, a naughty thought popped into my head. There was a small square across from the hair salon, and the car was parked there. It was an old square with very few people. So I dragged my sister-in-law into the car. I had this idea when I bought the car: to have a bigger car so I could have some fun in it sometime, so I bought an SUV. We went to the back seat and, understanding each other perfectly, started caressing and kissing. Since it was still quite hot, and my sister-in-law was wearing a skirt while I was wearing shorts, it was very convenient. I leaned against the trunk, and my sister-in-law sat on my lap, leaning forward and holding onto the front seat, her body constantly twisting and turning against me. We could only use a grinding motion because I was still worried that if the car shook, someone might notice. After grinding for about ten minutes, my sister-in-law was comfortable; she had already reached orgasm twice, but I barely felt anything because the stimulation wasn't intense enough. Suddenly, I noticed my wife coming out of the beauty salon, and a surge of tension washed over me. My sister-in-law noticed too, and tried to get up. Wanting to deliberately stimulate her, I held her down, even deliberately thrusting a few times. By then, my wife had reached the middle of the road. Suddenly, my sister-in-law broke free of my hand, lifted her buttocks, and a gush of water sprayed onto my shorts! Ah! My sister-in-law had squirted! It was sudden. The flow wasn't huge, much less than what you see in movies, but it was enough to soak my shorts. My sister-in-law quickly moved to the other side, pulled up her shorts, and it was clear she was still enjoying it, as her legs were still trembling. Seeing that my wife was about to reach the car, I had a sudden inspiration. I pulled up my shorts, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the side, poured some on my shorts, quickly opened the car door, and jumped out. After getting out of the car, I jumped around a few times, pretending I'd just spilled it on myself. I kept muttering, "Oops, how did I get all this on me? How did I get all this on me?" Actually, I jumped out of the car for another reason: there's a smell during sex, and if I didn't open the car door, my wife would definitely smell it. When my wife saw me all wet, she giggled. I pretended to be angry and said, "Still laughing!" Because my wife's attention was diverted, she didn't notice why my sister-in-law and I were sitting in the back of the car. Every time I think about what happened, I feel incredibly excited. In the winter of 2009, my sister-in-law suddenly told me she was pregnant. I was completely stunned. We never used condoms during sex, and I always ejaculated outside, even when it wasn't my safe period. I couldn't believe she was pregnant. I was devastated. I wanted to take her to have an abortion, but she refused; she wanted to keep the baby. I panicked. What would happen if she kept the baby? But my sister-in-law firmly told me that she had a solution. I didn't need to worry about it. The next evening, my sister-in-law brought home a boy.

My wife was overjoyed because she knew her younger sister finally had a boyfriend. After reading this, I understood immediately: my sister-in-law was looking for a scapegoat.
Through conversation, I learned that
he and my sister-in-law had known each other for eight years, were classmates, and he had always pursued her, but she had always been aloof.
Later, I found out that my sister-in-law had lost her virginity to him.
When I heard that, I even had the urge to cook him.
After spending more time with him, I realized this young man was actually quite nice.
At least he was honest. Less than a week later, they got engaged. It was very sudden, and the whole family objected because it was too fast to accept, but my sister-in-law was determined. They
had no choice but to agree.
A few days after the engagement, my sister-in-law went south with that young man.
We didn't even get to see her before she left.
You might think this is the end, but no, it should have ended three months ago. But things are different now, because in May of this year, my sister-in-law came back.
She gave birth to a daughter.
My sister-in-law has become much fuller-figured, exuding a more alluring and mature charm. She's captivating.
Seeing her boyfriend still makes me a little envious.
My daughter looks like her; thankfully, not like me, or it would be a huge problem.
She doesn't like being held by anyone else, but she doesn't cry or fuss when I hold her. Everyone in the family is curious; my wife says it's because I'm handsome, but I know it's because we're related by blood.
It's been over a month since I came back, and I haven't had a chance to spend time alone with my sister-in-law until the end of June.
That day, she came to visit. Coincidentally, my wife was busy.
Perhaps it was fate; heaven wanted to give us a chance to rekindle our relationship.
Without any extra words,
we simply made love silently.
When my sister-in-law lay naked in front of me again, I no longer felt the impatience I used to have. I slowly admired her. Her breasts were larger than before, but her nipples were a bit darker, and her pubic hair was thicker. Spreading her thighs, I saw her long-lost paradise; the color wasn't as pink as before, it was a bit darker, probably from too much sex.
Thinking of this, a surge of anger rose within me. My woman had been taken by someone else, and I felt a pang of resentment. So I vented my anger on my sister-in-law. After entering her, I found it lacked the previous tightness; it was a bit loose.
Perhaps it was because she had given birth. At this moment, I launched my full-scale assault on her.
I don't know how many times she orgasmed, but I only stopped when my penis was aching.
After chatting for a while, I learned that my sister-in-law still couldn't let go of me and had come back.
She had promised me she would never leave again, and would just silently stay with me.
Although cheating on my wife with my sister-in-law was wrong, it actually made my wife better; perhaps she felt guilty.

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