The cold wind in the quilt

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That year, I had just been transferred to my current city. I had learned of the promotion and transfer the year before and, taking advantage of the housing market downturn, bought a 60-square-meter apartment for myself. To avoid living apart, my wife quit her job and moved to this city with me.

Without being immodest, my wife is an absolute beauty. An oval face, long eyelashes, clear eyes, a straight nose, a rounded chin—with a little makeup, she could rival a TV star. But what I love most is her figure. Her skin is fair and rosy, smooth and delicate, her breasts round and slightly perky. Every time I knelt between her legs, grasping her beautiful breasts and thrusting, I felt that marrying her was the greatest blessing of my life.

My wife also has a twin brother named Jie, who works in a neighboring city. Before, because of the distance, we only had a few opportunities to see each other a year, so on the first Friday after we moved, he came to visit us.

After exchanging pleasantries, I realized we hadn't bought a bed for the guest room yet, but by then, the furniture stores were already closed.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll sleep on the sofa, it'll be fine for one night." Seeing that my wife and brother-in-law didn't mind, I gave up the idea of borrowing a bed from a colleague. After a long separation, the three of us drank quite a bit. My wife can't hold her liquor; she always gets drunk when she's happy. This time she drank too much and even threw up, making a mess of the sofa.

Looking at the dirty sofa, I smiled wryly, "Xiao Jie, look at your sister, she's made such a mess of the sofa, how can anyone sleep here!"

"It's okay, I can sleep on the floor too."

After throwing up, my wife was much more sober. The house hadn't been renovated long, and the floor still had a strong smell; it was a bit pungent even in bed, let alone on the floor.

"How can that be? I'll sleep on the floor then." The two of them started to politely decline, but my wife insisted that he shouldn't sleep on the floor. After arguing back and forth, the three of us finally decided that no one would sleep on the floor.

"Anyway, the bed is bigger, how about the three of us squeeze into one bed for the night?" my wife finally said. Jie smiled shyly, too embarrassed to insist any further. My wife took out the bedding from the closet and started tidying it up. While she was doing so, I went out to tidy the living room, and Jie came over to help. When I finished cleaning the living room and came back, I saw my wife already asleep in the middle of the bed. I smiled, helped her take off her coat, and covered her with the blanket.

My wife whimpered a few times and burrowed deeper into the blanket, refusing to come out. I was tired after a day's work, so I didn't bother to carry her to the bed. I said a few words to Jie, who had just come in, and then pulled back the blanket and lay down next to my wife

. Perhaps because I had been drinking, I couldn't fall asleep. After about half an hour, I sat up and glanced behind my wife. Jie was covered with another blanket, lying on his side with his back to us, emitting soft snores.

Seeing that he was asleep, my hand, which was around my wife's waist, became active, slipping under the hem of her pajamas and kneading her soft breasts. My wife let out a seductive moan, her hands unconsciously gripping my wrists, trying to remove the hands that were ravaging her chest. Her full buttocks leaned back slightly, pressing against my thighs, swaying gently as if to tell me to stop bothering her. However, this resistance only excited me more. I thrust my hips forward, pressing my erect penis against her buttocks, gently pinching and teasing her nipples.

Soon, the tips of my index and middle fingers hardened, and her beautiful buttocks began to thrust backward, rubbing against my increasingly hot and hard penis. Perhaps because my brother-in-law was also in bed, this level of stimulation alone made me feel like I was about to ejaculate. I unconsciously rested my head on my wife's fragrant shoulder, my lips frantically pressing against her soft neck.

My wife's neck and ears were her sensitive areas, and under the assault of my tongue, she became unable to control herself. She glanced at Jay's blanket, seeing he seemed to be asleep, and grew bolder. She slipped her small hand inside my underwear and grasped my burning-hot penis, stroking it back and forth. While I kissed her, we excitedly engaged in a passionate struggle, her soft moans tinged with gasps.

Under my wife's ministrations, I felt my penis tremble and throb slightly. I took a deep breath, suppressing my surging emotions, and gently patted my wife's buttocks. My wife obediently raised her buttocks, and I reached out to touch her wet, beautiful vulva, teasing the soft flesh with my fingers. With my other hand, I pulled down my underwear, took out my penis, and pressed the head against her vulva. With just a gentle press, my wife's labia parted, and her moist opening enveloped my glans. She breathed excitedly, arching her slender waist slightly, pressing her buttocks back, swallowing my entire penis.

My wife's sudden attack made me, who was already at my limit, unable to hold back any longer. I grabbed my wife's plump buttocks, and regardless of whether it would wake Xiao Jie, I thrust hard a few times, then pressed deep into her uterus, convulsing and ejaculating streams of semen.

After the climax, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely refreshed. My wife was clearly not satisfied; she wiggled her buttocks passionately, wanting my penis still inside her to continue working. But the post-ejaculation weakness, combined with the numbing effect of alcohol, left me unable to continue. I sighed, patted her fleshy buttocks, pulled out my limp penis, inserted a tissue to it, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by the urge to urinate. I got out of bed groggily and heard my wife's slightly hoarse voice.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"To take a dump." I answered casually, turned on the bedside lamp, and went to the bathroom. As I passed through the living room, I glanced at the wall clock; it was exactly 12:30. I had only slept for an hour.

Because I was still a little groggy, I didn't flush the toilet after urinating. I splashed some cold water on my face and stood on the balcony, smoking and rubbing my head, which was slightly sore from the alcohol. Through the gap in the curtains, I could see the bedroom. The bedside lamp illuminated the room clearly. My wife was still in the same sleeping position, facing the window, her face buried in the covers, her long, flowing hair spread across the pillow. Jay had changed position, no longer facing the wall, but like my wife, facing the window. After staring for a while, I suddenly noticed my wife's body tremble slightly. Then Jay sat up and glanced at me.

I was about to wave to him when he lay back down. Hmm? Wasn't he looking at me? Then it suddenly occurred to me that because the light was on, I could see inside, but those inside could only see darkness outside.

What was he looking at? I thought about it carefully. Given the layout of our house, he was looking towards the toilet! Why was he looking at the toilet? Was he checking to see if I was back? This kid… Thinking of this, my heart sank.

I tiptoed to the hallway from the balcony to the living room. The bedroom window was close by, directly opposite the bed. Through the gap in the curtains, I could see my wife and Jie, each wrapped in their own blankets, sleeping peacefully. I smiled wryly, letting out a soft sigh, marveling at how the siblings liked to sleep wrapped in blankets, while feeling ashamed of my wicked and filthy thoughts.

Before going back to my room, I glanced up at the bedroom again. Suddenly, my wife stirred, moving closer to the bed. A five or six-centimeter gap appeared between the two blankets, and in that gap, I could see an arm with slightly bulging veins.

My heart skipped a beat. That couldn't be my wife's hand. It was… God… Jie's hand in my wife's blankets. My mind went blank, as if a bottle of spicy sauce had been spilled—a mix of pain, sourness, and an indescribable excitement.

I looked up again, peering into the room. My wife and Jay lay quietly, only Jay's wrist moving slowly and deliberately. Judging from the shape of the blankets, his hand was on my wife's buttocks. I stared intently at that hand, the image of my wife's round, plump buttocks being kneaded and played with flashing through my mind.

Why didn't she resist? Was she afraid I would hear and cause a family tragedy? Even if she didn't make a sound to stop it, she could just turn over and lie on the edge of the bed, and then she wouldn't be bothered by Jay's hand anymore! Could it be that she actually craves being touched by a man?

I couldn't believe it. My wife had always been so reserved in bed, rarely using her mouth, only letting out alluring moans when aroused. Perhaps it was because of her acting training; she would only loosen up a little when playing role-playing games.

I suddenly remembered another time when I pretended to be an ignorant teenager and made love to my wife. She was incredibly excited, her vagina gushing with moisture, and she quickly reached orgasm amidst her sister's cries. Thinking of my wife's shy expression afterward, my heart skipped a beat. Did my wife harbor a desire for incest with her brother? No, I had to stop them.

Just as I was about to stop peeping, my wife's small hand reached out from under the covers and grasped Jay's wrist, seemingly trying to shove that groping hand back under the covers. I felt a little relieved and hesitated whether to go back. But my wife's efforts were unsuccessful. After a moment, my wife suddenly quieted down, her small hand tightly gripping Jay's arm, her body trembling slightly.

Then, the blanket began to slowly move, and her snow-white hand returned to the covers along with Jay's wrist. I suddenly realized that Jay's fingers had already penetrated my wife's private parts, that forbidden territory that belonged only to me. At that moment, my wife poked her head out from under the covers, her delicate head slightly raised in the lamplight. I quickly went to the balcony and looked out the window. I could see her slightly furrowed brows, her small mouth slightly open, her pearly teeth biting her moist red lips, breathing softly, her beautiful eyes half-closed, an expression of wanting to resist yet shy.

Stimulated by this scene, my penis grew even harder. I hurried back to the hallway. Under Jay's control, my wife's blanket was loosened, exposing a patch of snow-white skin to the air. Traces of vaginal fluid lingered on her rounded buttocks, shimmering with a lewd glow under the lamplight. In the shadows of the blanket, her sweet private parts were vaguely visible, twitching under the teasing and thrusting of his fingers.

I couldn't help but pull out my penis and quickly masturbate. Soon, a tingling sensation spread from my genitals to my spine. I hurried to the toilet and ejaculated into the toilet bowl with great satisfaction.

I gasped for breath and flushed the toilet. After the passion subsided, I calmed down and decided to go back to the room to rest.

I must have heard the flushing, because when I entered the room, my wife and Jay were already back to normal. As I crawled into bed, my wife murmured, as if she had just woken up.

"Honey, are you done peeing?"

I replied casually, cursing inwardly as I lay down. My wife's body was hot and burning; clearly, the fire of passion hadn't died down. I pretended to casually touch the blanket between her legs and found my hand was soaking wet, even wetter than I expected.

"Why is it all wet?" I asked deliberately in a low voice.

My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear,

"Ugh! It's all because of your filth."

Then it suddenly dawned on me that my wife must have been overwhelmed by Jay's touch because I hadn't satisfied her. I felt a pang of guilt, but immediately, I realized something was wrong. I had slept for an hour; even if my wife hadn't been satisfied, her passion should have subsided by now. Could it be...?

I pretended to be half asleep and hugged my wife, noticing that her underwear was pulled down to her knees and her pajamas were tucked into her chest. I remembered that she had clearly straightened her underwear and pajamas before going to sleep.

This couldn't have been the first time Jay had touched my wife. In the hour I slept, Jay must have touched my wife's breasts and private parts thoroughly. What else did they do? Did Jay insert his penis into my wife's wet and soft private parts? Probably not, such vigorous movements would definitely wake me up, they wouldn't dare to do that.

I felt a sense of relief, but also a slight disappointment.

I held my wife in my arms, placing my hands on her buttocks. After taking precautions, I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying flat on the bed. I was startled and listened carefully. The room was quiet, there was no sound. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to place my hand on my wife's waist. Unexpectedly

, this simple action made my wife's body suddenly tremble, then she grabbed my arm with her left hand and gasped for breath. My wife's hands were a little cold, but her palms were burning hot. Judging from her movements, her hands had come in from outside the covers. A sudden realization struck me, and I hesitated whether to wake up.

"Husband! Husband!" I heard my wife's soft call. I sighed inwardly and didn't answer.

My wife breathed a sigh of relief and released her grip on my arm.

At this moment, Jay spoke for the first time: "Sister! Brother-in-law isn't awake, is he?" "No."

Knowing that I had only turned over, Jay seemed much relieved and called out again in a low, husky voice, gentle yet with a hint of coquetry.

My wife didn't answer. After a moment, her small hand left my waist and emerged from behind the covers. I suddenly understood what the siblings had been doing. My wife was masturbating her brother. Jealousy and excitement surged within me at the same time.

I listened intently, trying to discern the subtle sounds my wife made as she stroked his penis, imagining the bright red glans twitching in my wife's slender, white hand.

After a while, I heard the blankets rustling, then a gust of cold air slipped into the bed, followed by a soft moan from my wife. The sound was sweet and seductive, stimulating my penis to a throbbing pain. Jie intensified his kneading of my wife's buttocks.

With Jie's movements, my wife's body began to writhe slightly, her skin becoming hot, her beautiful legs unconsciously rubbing together. My wife's plump vulva emitted a lascivious scent, and I could hear the gurgling of fluids. I knew Jie was definitely wantonly playing with his sister's honeypot. I secretly opened my eyes and saw my wife's beautiful eyes slightly closed, her flushed cheeks gleaming with lust.

Soon, my wife's waist began to arch, her buttocks arching outwards, her whole body trembling slightly. She was about to climax!

Sure enough, my wife let out a breathtaking moan, her hands clenched tightly, her body trembling, and even a few drops of her fluids splashed onto my legs.

After the climax, my wife sighed softly, leaning limply against me. After recovering slightly, she swayed as she propped herself up, pulling up her underwear and lifting the blanket as she headed for the bathroom.

After she closed the door, Jie got up and called softly,

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law."

Completely dazed by what had just happened, I didn't answer. Seeing I wasn't awake, Jie hesitated for a few seconds before following me out of the bedroom.

The door opened almost silently, and Jie, barefoot, quietly went to the bathroom. I had come to my senses by then, and hurriedly got up, tiptoeing to open the bedroom door. Through the crack, I saw Jie open the bathroom door.

At that moment, I knew a long-held thought was about to come true. The thought of my quiet and virtuous wife completely offering her body to another man, to her beloved brother, stirred my emotions. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door.

Should I pretend to go to the bathroom and stop them?

No, no, deep down you've always wanted your wife to be humiliated by someone else, to be cuckolded, haven't you? Those two siblings have been having an affair for so long, now that things are heating up, they've definitely already done it. It's too late now. Hahaha! The devil in my heart laughed wildly.

I covered my face and squatted down in frustration.

What are they doing now? Jay is probably caressing and kissing my wife's whole body. Having an affair with his sister right next to his brother-in-law, how exciting is that? We didn't really get intimate in bed earlier, Jay must be burning with desire, now he's probably holding my wife's limp body and going at it like crazy, right?

My mind raced with these thoughts, my lower body hardened unbearably, and I unconsciously reached into my pants and started masturbating.

I gently opened the bedroom door, barefoot, and shuffled to the bathroom door. The water was running, and I could faintly hear my wife splashing water on herself. Jay was speaking softly and intermittently, while my wife only made indistinct moans.

Suddenly, there was silence. Just as I was wondering what was happening, my wife said something.

Because of the faucet's groans, I couldn't make out the exact words, but I still managed to make out one word:

"No." No?

As I pondered this, I suddenly heard my wife cry out, along with Jay's low moan of pleasure. With the splashing water and the vibrations of the bathtub, I realized what was happening in the bathroom. Jay was having sex with her. Jay was having sex with his sister. My wife, my beloved woman, was being raped by her own brother in the bathtub. I leaned against the wall, stunned, a surge of intense pain and excitement washing over me.

Just as I was at a loss, the sound of the running water abruptly stopped, and my wife's soft voice became crystal clear.

"Xiao Jie, no, no, don't do this."

The only response from my wife was the gurgling sound of water, I couldn't tell if it was from her vagina or the water in the bathtub.

"Xiao Jie, no, we can't betray your brother."

I was deeply moved; my wife still remembered me at this moment, but you overestimate men. How could Jie possibly stop now? However, to my surprise, the thrusting sounds in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

No way! I was shocked, wondering if I should go back to the bedroom, when I heard a splash, then my wife let out a soft cry, followed by the slapping sound of flesh colliding. I suddenly realized, every time my wife lay on the bed while I fucked her, she made the same sound. This was her favorite position; the penis entering from behind could stimulate the most sensitive parts of her vagina to the greatest extent. I remembered the first time I made love to my wife, I pinned her down on the bed, and after holding her snow-white, round buttocks and thrusting hard dozens of times, she forgot the pain and became limp as mud.

Sure enough, under Jie's thrusts, my wife no longer objected. She involuntarily let out a moan, which, despite her deliberate suppression, sounded even more alluring, prompting Jay to thrust even more violently from behind.

Soon, her moans turned into soft whimpers, followed by the smacking sounds of their kissing. After a while, the siblings stopped kissing, Jay panting and occasionally speaking.

"Was it good, sister?"

His wife didn't answer.

"Sister, you're so beautiful!"

"Sister, I love you."

"Mmm," his wife responded instinctively.

"Sister, your pussy feels so good, so soft and slippery. Ah, sister, you're sucking my glans there." "I'm not sucking," his wife said intermittently, panting.

"Sister, your breasts are so big, so soft and perky." Jay seemed to be stroking his wife's breasts while thrusting.

"Sister, you know what? Just now in bed, I really wanted to fuck you from behind and fill your pussy with my semen."

"Keep it down, don't wake your brother-in-law," his wife said, her voice slightly panicked.

"Ah, sis, you're sucking me again. It feels so good, just like that, keep sucking." Jay's voice trembled slightly.

I knew that when my wife was nervous, her vagina would become especially tight, and every time the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped my penis, I would involuntarily ejaculate.

"Sis, you know what? I've wanted to fuck you like this for a long time."

"Mmm."

"Really. Sis, do you remember when I fell and broke my head at home when we were little?" "I...remember..."

"Actually, that time I was peeping at you taking a shower, and then I was masturbating when I accidentally fell off the stool." My wife was silent for a long time, and after a while, she said, "I...know..." "Sis!" Jay excitedly quickened his pace, the sound of slapping growing louder and louder, and my wife's moans turned into soft whimpers.

"Little Jay, don't...do that...too...loud...it will wake...your...brother-in-law..."

Jay slowed down his pace. "Sis, come on, sit on my lap, I'll hold you." "Yes, hold my cock and put it in your pussy."

"Ah..." The wife groaned contentedly.

"Sis, your body is so soft. Ah... just like that. Sis, sit up faster." The sound of slapping came from the bathroom again. Jay should be sitting on the edge of the bathtub, letting his wife bend over and stroke his penis.

"Sis, look in the mirror. My penis is inside your pussy." "Mmm." The wife let out a shy moan.

"Sis, don't cover your face. Look, my penis is covered in your juices. Sis, your pussy is so beautiful, so pink and tender, your brother-in-law definitely hasn't fucked you much."

"Don't mention you... brother-in-law."

"Hehe." Jay chuckled and said again, "Sis, is my penis pretty?" "..." The wife didn't answer, and the bathroom was quiet.

"Why... you're not moving..."

"Does my penis look good?"

"...It looks good..."

I imagined my wife being held in Jay's arms, looking shyly at the penis constantly penetrating her body in the mirror, my hand stroking faster and faster.

"Sis, is my penis big?"

"Big...it's all full..." My wife's voice seemed a little dazed.

"Who's bigger, yours or your brother-in-law's?" Jay pressed.

"..." My wife didn't speak.

"Tell me!" Jay stopped again.

"Yours...is...longer...and...harder..." My wife's voice trembled slightly. I imagined Jay's penis. My wife's vagina is quite deep, and when I usually fuck her, I rarely reach her cervix. Jay's penis should be just right to satisfy her. Damn, no wonder they're siblings.

Jay continued to stimulate my wife with words: "So, sis, are you enjoying it?" "Mmm...it feels good."

"Do you like me fucking you?"

"...I like it...ah..." My wife enjoyed it, her tone becoming more and more seductive.

"Then let me fuck you every day from now on?" Jay demanded, seizing the

opportunity. His wife didn't speak, and Jay stopped. Then, a soft thud was heard, and his wife's alluring back appeared on the frosted glass door of the bathroom. Through the glass, he could vaguely see his wife leaning against the door, her beautiful legs draped around the man's waist, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her entire upper body writhing in the act of rape.

"Sister, let me fuck you every day from now on, okay?"

"Okay..." His wife let out a wanton moan.

"Good sister, let your little brother serve you well."

"Ah...don't say that...ah..." The glass door vibrated faster and faster, and his wife's moans turned into trembling cries. She clung tightly to Jay's neck, her slender legs spread wide, her whole body trembling.

"Ah...you're sucking me again...ah...sister, I'm coming." "Mmm." His wife was still immersed in her orgasm.

Jay held his wife's buttocks tightly, thrusting rapidly while kneading her smooth flesh, growling softly.

"No... Xiao Jie... no... don't ejaculate inside." His wife's small hands supported Jie's chest as she pushed him away and moaned.

"Ah..." Jay groaned, his thrusts growing stronger. Finally, after a few powerful thrusts, he cradled his wife's body, trembling, and ejaculated large amounts of semen into her.

After their lovemaking, Jay and his wife lingered for a while, and I drifted back to bed, feeling dazed. A dozen minutes later, my wife returned to bed. She called my name softly a few times, and when I didn't respond, she sighed softly and slipped under the covers. Soon after, Jay returned from the bathroom. The bedroom returned to silence.

I lay there with my eyes closed, my mind a jumble of thoughts, unable to sleep. Just as I was about to turn over, a gust of cold air rushed into the covers. In the dim moonlight, I clearly saw my wife's fair, rounded buttocks emerge from under the covers and slip into Jay's bed. Her innocent face was flushed pink, and her slightly parted lips exhaled a lascivious breath.

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