To comfort my brother-in-law

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Life is unpredictable. One day, I suddenly learned from my husband that my brother-in-law's wife had cancer. From then on, her illness became a frequent topic of conversation between my husband and me. We felt sad for her and regretful for my brother-in-law. What happened? My mother-in-law had died of cancer, how could my brother-in-law also get cancer? It's truly a case of "people have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning, nothing in this world is perfect." Cancer—an incurable disease for all of humanity, there's nothing anyone can do about it. We could only call my brother-in-law every few days to inquire about his condition as a sign of concern (partly because we were hiding the illness from my sister-in-law, and partly because we didn't want to trigger her grief; women are always more vulnerable, so we mostly called my brother-in-law). One afternoon, I unexpectedly received a call from my sister-in-law. She spoke weakly, "Third Sister-in-law, this is Zhang Yan. I've been sick for almost half a year. Although your brother and nephew haven't told me, I can guess what illness I have. I feel like I don't have many days left to live." I quickly interrupted her, saying, "Zhang Yan, don't talk nonsense. You'll get better slowly." "Third Sister-in-law, don't interrupt. Let me finish. I understand your good intentions, but I know my own situation. I have difficulty speaking now, and I estimate my days are numbered. Our parents-in-law have already passed away. Third Sister-in-law, you are the best person among us sisters-in-law, you have the kindest heart, and Third Brother is the most loyal to his brothers. Now, only you can comfort him. I love him very much. I wanted to accompany him through life, but I never expected to leave him. After I'm gone, he'll be all alone, so pitiful. My heart aches..." She choked up and couldn't continue. I forced back the tears welling up in my eyes and comforted her, saying, "Zhang Yan, don't talk nonsense, you'll be alright." I knew my words were utterly inadequate; I didn't know what to say to comfort her. After a short pause, my sister-in-law's weak voice came through again: "Third Sister-in-law, I won't say much more. I entrust my beloved person to you. Please comfort him for me, take good care of him, promise me..." My sister-in-law couldn't finish her sentence. I quickly said, "Okay, Zhang Yan, I promise you, I will take good care of him. Don't worry." "You are the person I trust most, thank you!" Just as I was about to say a few more words of comfort, she hung up the phone. I was so sad; I cried for a long time. When my husband came home from get off work, I recounted my sister-in-law's phone call through tears. My husband also shed tears. Three days later, in the evening, we learned of my sister-in-law's passing. We had our son fly to XX City to help my uncle and nephew with the funeral arrangements, and persuaded my uncle to come to our house with my son. My husband took three days off to be with him, hoping to ease his brother-in-law's grief over the loss of his wife. Our home is in a newly developing small city; although it has developed rapidly in recent years, it still retains some rural characteristics. For example, our neighborhood is named XX Village, and we all have small vegetable gardens. To distract him from thinking about his sister-in-law, I took him to our small vegetable garden, about two acres in size, to see the various vegetables we grow. I even got him to help us till the soil and plant. My brother-in-law is a hardworking man, loves to work, and is in good health. We had originally planned for my husband to take two days off to till the soil, but he finished in half a day. I also had my husband and son accompany him on a tour of our small city. Soon, there was nothing else to do. On the third day, at home, we tried to comfort and console him, but he just sat there silently with his head down, not saying a word. We knew that words alone couldn't heal his heart; only time could slowly soothe his pain. The three-day holiday quickly passed, and my husband and children had to go back to work. As we went to bed that night, I whispered to my husband about my brother-in-law: "You're all leaving tomorrow, going to work, leaving him all alone. Won't he miss his sister-in-law? Sigh, it's easy for the dead to be alone, they just close their eyes and it's over, but it's hard for the living! Besides, he's only in his forties. Even though he has a son and a daughter-in-law, he sleeps alone at night. What will he do, all lonely?" My husband also said sadly, "Yes, maybe we should find him another one. I just don't know if the children will agree." "I'll talk to the children about it when I have time, and let their father find a companion, so they won't have to worry." My husband agreed, "We have to find someone for our fourth brother, otherwise it's really not a good thing." Thinking about my brother-in-law, I said quietly, "Sigh, it's better if the man dies first and the woman is left behind, but it's sad if the woman dies and the man is left behind. If I die first, you should find someone." My husband also said sadly, "Whether it's a man or a woman, it's never easy for the one left behind. If I die first, you have to find someone too." I teased my husband, saying, "If I found someone, wouldn't you be so angry and resentful you'd crawl out of your coffin?" My husband replied, "Do you think your husband is that petty? Why don't you find someone now and see if I'm angry or resentful?" I was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "Tonight, only my fourth brother is left in that room. Will he miss his wife again?" "Of course." "Sigh, always being together as husband and wife, suddenly being alone in an empty room, how lonely and unbearable it must be! Especially seeing him so pained and lost in thought when he's alone, it's really heartbreaking," I said softly. My husband didn't speak, remaining silent. I turned to my husband and asked, "Asleep?" "No." "Then why aren't you talking? What are you thinking about?" My husband suddenly asked, "Do you feel sorry for Fourth Brother?" "Of course he is." "Then do you feel sorry for him?" "Of course I feel sorry for him." "Then can you go and comfort him?" "I've been comforting him all afternoon, it's just the same old words, will it work?" "I'm not talking about just comforting him with words." "Then how do you comfort him?" "I'm talking about comforting him with your body and soul." "Comfort him with your body and soul?" I was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand what my husband meant, and I blushed. But I still pretended to be clueless, to see what my husband was trying to say. My husband chuckled dryly twice and said, "It's about comforting him with your body, giving him love with your heart." Finally, he got it all out, and I gritted my teeth and punched my husband. My husband cried out "Ouch!" and didn't breathe. I was terrified. Because my casual punch had landed squarely on my husband's chest. I got up and looked at my husband in horror, at a loss for what to do. After a while, my husband caught his breath and said to me somewhat angrily, "Are you trying to murder your husband?" Seeing his distressed expression, I replied softly with heartache, "It's your own fault for being so indecent and talking nonsense." My husband rubbed his chest gently as he said, "I'm not talking nonsense. I'm genuinely thinking about my fourth brother and you." "You're more concerned about your brother than me? Do you think I'm a prostitute?" "Don't say such harsh things, okay? Have you forgotten what we discussed before? You're the one I care about most. We've been married for over twenty years, and you've only had sex with me. You've never experienced what it's like to have sex with another man. You were interested in this before, but for various reasons, you haven't been able to. Now that we have this opportunity, you can put it into practice. It can help my fourth brother escape his painful cycle and also fulfill our long-held wish. It's a win-win situation." My husband's words reminded me of a few years ago when I tricked him into hiring prostitutes. To appease me, he repeatedly tried to seduce me and persuade me to try having sex with other men. I remember back then: My husband was originally a section chief in a state-owned enterprise. Lured by a higher salary, he resigned and joined a private company. Due to his exceptional work ability, he quickly became the vice president, frequently traveling for business. In those years, it was particularly common for clients to bribe each other with sex for business purposes. I was very suspicious of this. Once, through subtle persuasion, my husband confessed that several clients had arranged for him to hire prostitutes, but he only actually did it the first time. That time, the client said he wanted a Thai massage. My husband had never had a Thai massage before, but seeing scenes like that on TV, he decided to try it. The room did have those massage beds, with a frame above them resembling parallel bars. When the prostitute arrived, she sounded like a local, and seemed quite attractive, young and pretty, around 20 years old. My husband insisted she was definitely a married woman. The husband asked, "How do you do a massage?" The woman had him lie face down on the bed and lightly massaged his back a few times. The husband asked if this was a Thai massage. Unexpectedly, the woman bluntly said that if she didn't know how to massage, she only knew how to have sex. Although the husband had never been with a woman before, he vaguely understood what "having sex" meant. He said he was foolish that time, wanting to try it out to see if it felt different from his wife's experience with another woman. Wanting to try something new, but also afraid the woman might have an STD, he stupidly checked her genitals. They looked clean, not like she had any diseases. The woman's vulva was dark, definitely different from his wife's, and her labia minora were large. Was the inside different too?Driven by curiosity, he decided to give it a try. Upon entering, he found it empty and not slippery at all, much like the descriptions of an old woman's vagina in books—far inferior to his wife's. Moreover, he felt like a thief that time, constantly afraid of being caught by the police, anxious and uneasy, almost giving up halfway through. The husband decided to finish quickly, completing himself in just ten minutes. Afterwards, he was paranoid, feeling an itch on his glans, and fearful, he quickly went to the bathroom for a thorough wash before finally stopping. The husband said, "Hiring a prostitute is definitely not enjoyable but torture. Psychologically—I'm afraid of getting STDs; mentally—I'm afraid others will find out. I regret it so much. Forget the fear, the feeling is nowhere near as comfortable as with my wife. So I've decided never to hire a prostitute again." In the following instances, when clients hired prostitutes, the husband, to avoid spoiling the experience, would privately tell the prostitutes that his wife was powerful, that she had marked the spot, and that she checked it every night; if she found out, it would be terrible. So they didn't actually have sex; it was just a pretense. Hearing my husband's trembling account, I wasn't angry at all; instead, I almost laughed myself to death. "With that much guts? Going to prostitutes?" I thought. Later, my husband took me online to browse pornographic websites. I learned about wife-swapping, cuckolding, threesome videos, and novels—things that slowly lured me into accepting pornography. During sex, he'd imitate what he saw online, saying he'd find me a handsome guy with a big penis to have sex with. I found it very exciting, imagining myself being penetrated by other men's large penises, and I'd quickly reach orgasm. The influence of watching too many pornographic novels and movies is significant. For example, my husband used to get jealous if he saw other men saying or making suggestive remarks to me. But after reading so many cuckolding stories, his thinking changed. He always said he wanted to find me a strong man to have sex with, saying he wanted to see me being fucked by other men until I was in ecstasy. At first, I firmly resisted his ideas, but slowly, I felt my own deep-seated lust resurface, and I began to accept my husband's idea of finding me men. So, people can't resist temptation. My husband actually did try to find me single men online, but I always compared them to him. While he's not exactly tall and handsome, and his physique is just average, he's intelligent, quick-witted, and knows how to cherish and care for me, so I usually feel he's better than most. He's worried that anyone better than him will run off with me, and he's uneasy about that. Even when we finally agreed on someone, I changed my mind and backed out at the last minute. My husband asked me why I did that. I said, "What if it gets out? How can I live with myself if others find out?" So, it hasn't worked out yet. Just then, my husband nudged me and said, "What are you thinking about? Were you even listening to me?" I quickly snapped out of my reverie and asked, "Oh, what did you say?" My husband continued, "As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders.' Fourth Brother is my own brother, family. He's definitely not sick, and he won't leak it to outsiders. It's safe, convenient, and highly secretive. Everyone can rest assured. It's a win-win-win situation, isn't it great?" Seeing my husband's earnest and eager expression, I tried to find another excuse, saying, "Wouldn't doing that with Fourth Brother be incest?" My husband hugged me and said, "Don't listen to that feudalistic Confucianism. Fourth Brother and I are related by blood, but you aren't. How could it be incest? Even if it were, if you don't tell and I don't tell, Fourth Brother certainly won't tell either. Who would know? Didn't I just say that this is both secretive and safe? You can do it with confidence. There will be a reward if you succeed." I asked, confused, "How will I be rewarded?" My husband said mysteriously, "Don't ask. You'll find out when the time comes." I said worriedly, "I'm almost 40, who would like an old woman? Especially a fat one." My husband smiled and said, "A woman past her prime still has her charm. You have a nice face, fair and delicate skin, and you're quite attractive. Especially your lower body, which is very impressive. You have to believe in yourself." I felt my husband's selfless love, and I was moved. I hugged my husband tightly and kissed him on the lips. My passion ignited, and I wanted to make love, but my husband gently refused, saying, "We won't do it tonight. You should rest up and comfort your little brother. I wish you success and all your wishes come true! Go to sleep." Could I sleep? My mind kept wandering. But my husband's words gave me some confidence. I'm 1.65 meters tall, and my skin, as my husband says, is fair and smooth. I've had a child, but I don't have stretch marks. Although I've gained a little weight, I don't look bloated. I wouldn't call myself beautiful, but others always compliment me. Perhaps, as my husband says, I'm a woman who retains her charm even in her later years? Then I think of my brother-in-law. He's two years younger than my husband, the same age as me. He's more handsome and stronger than my husband, not as intelligent, but more down-to-earth, which makes him quite likable. But how do I talk to him? Will he agree? If I take the initiative, will he look down on me? What would it feel like if he were willing to sleep with me? Just imagining him on top of me, his hard penis inside me, sends shivers down my spine, and I start to wet myself. Am I inherently promiscuous? Suddenly, I feel ashamed. But thinking about my husband's words, I tried to convince myself: "I'm helping my brother-in-law alleviate his pain. My husband said that sex is the best medicine to eliminate pain. When my mother-in-law passed away, my extremely filial husband was deeply mired in grief, and it was I who used sex to slowly pull him out of that vortex. So what I'm doing shouldn't be considered lewd behavior, right?" I tossed and turned until midnight before finally drifting off to sleep. I was jolted awake when I heard my husband's words as he said goodbye before leaving for work. It was already 7:30 in the morning. I hurriedly tried to get up, but my husband stopped me, saying, "You didn't sleep well last night, sleep a little longer. I'll lock the door for you. If possible, I hope you can take the initiative to help your fourth brother escape his pain and give him a new hope for life." Lying in bed, thinking about my husband's words before leaving for work, my thoughts were in turmoil. How could I comfort my brother-in-law? I had already offered empty words of comfort several times, with almost no effect. Sex might be the only feasible way to change his grief and pain. Using this strategy, I would definitely have to take the initiative, but would my brother-in-law accept this approach? What if my uncle rejected me? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? How could I face him afterward? The thought of rejection filled me with shame and fear. Then I thought, maybe it won't be so bad? To help him, should I just give it a try? But how could I bring it up? I thought quietly for a while, sorting out my thoughts. I decided to take it one step at a time; if it worked, great; if not, at least I'd done my best. I took a deep breath and, with a sense of recklessness, went into my fourth brother's bedroom in my pajamas. My uncle was already awake, just sitting there, wrapped in his blanket, lost in thought. I knew immediately he must have missed his wife and hadn't slept well last night. Seeing me enter, he called out "Third Sister-in-law" and then fell silent. I went to my fourth brother and asked, "Are you thinking about Zhang Yan again? Don't keep thinking about her. The dead can't be brought back to life. As the saying goes, 'A living person thinking about a dead person is like a stupid dog chasing a flock of birds.' It's useless. You need to pull yourself together and start a new life." My uncle's eyes reddened. My heart softened instantly, and a maternal tenderness made me instinctively hug my uncle and gently say, "If you're feeling sad, just cry. Don't hold it in; it'll hurt your health." Perhaps because there was no one else at home, my uncle really choked up and cried in my arms. Yes, at home with his son and daughter-in-law, he couldn't cry, but in my house, in front of his brother and nephew, he couldn't cry either. The pain of missing his loved one was tearing at his heart, and perhaps only in my sister-in-law's embrace could he dare to release it. I didn't say anything, just gently patted my uncle's back like I would a baby. Yes, even the strongest man has moments of vulnerability, and at these times, he needs loving care. My uncle cried in my arms for a while, then seemed a little embarrassed, and lifted his head away from my embrace. Looking at my chest, I noticed not only tears but also a bit of snot, so I shyly wiped it with my hand. Since I was only wearing pajamas, the tear stain was right on my breast. After wiping it a couple of times, I touched my erect nipple. My nipples are very sensitive, and after my uncle wiped it twice, my nipple felt a tingling sensation, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My uncle was also startled and stopped wiping his hand in mid-air. Seeing this, I quickly covered myself and said, "It's okay, don't wipe it." To ease the awkwardness, I made conversation by asking, "Do you feel any better now?" My uncle nodded. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently embraced him again, and tenderly kissed his forehead, murmuring as if in a nightmare, "Let me continue your love for me, your sister-in-law." I licked away the tears on his face, then gently kissed his lips, trying to pry open his tongue with mine. My uncle seemed a little flustered at first, but after a while, he slowly embraced me in response… We slowly fell onto the bed… I felt the change in my uncle's body, and my heart pounded. Fear? Excitement? Perhaps both? With trembling hands, I tentatively and quietly grasped his erect penis, my ears burning and my heart pounding as I whispered, "Do you want it?" My uncle hummed in response, but then seemed to suddenly realize something, pushing me away in terror, saying, "I can't, you're my sister-in-law, I can't betray my third brother." Hearing this, I felt a surge of panic, but after calming myself, I said to my uncle, "You…""I haven't wronged your third brother. I'm doing this as he instructed. He told me to comfort you with my body and soul." "Is this appropriate? Will my third brother agree to this?" "There's nothing inappropriate about it. This is indeed your third brother's suggestion, and I'm willing too. As long as it relieves your pain, do whatever you want without any worries. If you don't do it, you'll be letting your third brother down. Unless you think I'm too old and don't like me." "No, it's not that I don't like you. You're not old. You're young and beautiful. You're the most beautiful wife in our family. If you're not beautiful, then there's no one beautiful. Actually, I... I don't mean to not want to, it's just... I'm afraid that doing this will let my third brother down." "Silly brother, don't worry, this is truly your third brother's wish." "Is that possible? Who would want their wife to serve another man?" "Uncle muttered to himself with doubt. "It was really your third brother who asked me to do this. Your third brother loves you very much. He sees you always missing your younger siblings and looking so sad and miserable. It breaks his heart, and it breaks mine too. We hope you get better soon, so I came to find you." "Third brother and sister-in-law are so kind. How can I ever repay you?" "Listen to me, getting better quickly is your way of repaying you." "As I spoke, I tried to hug and kiss him again. Perhaps my explanation and persuasion worked, dispelling his concerns. Without the psychological pressure, my brother-in-law began to kiss me back, his arms around me becoming stronger, and his penis became erect again. I reached out and gently grasped it. 'Oh,' I thought, 'it's really not small. It feels an inch longer and thicker than my husband's, and it's hot and shiny.' My brother-in-law hesitated for a moment before reaching inside my nightgown and grasping one of my breasts, kneading it. My body also began to heat up. While kissing my brother-in-law, I hastily took off his underwear, and he took off my nightgown as well. We crawled into the bed together, naked, cuddling and kissing each other, burning with passion. My brother-in-law climbed on top of me, sucking on one of my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other with his other hand." My uncle's movements on me quickly became too much for me to handle. I became very wet and itchy, and my hand involuntarily grasped his hot, engorged penis, guiding it to my vaginal opening. He probably couldn't resist any longer; with my guidance, he thrust forward, and his engorged penis plunged into my vagina. We both let out a comfortable "Oh!" His penis was indeed longer than my husband's, and it went all the way in. The bottom of my vagina felt a little sore, but the intense, itchy pleasure completely overshadowed the pain. My uncle started moving, initially very gently, slowly thrusting in and out, one stroke at a time. With each thrust and friction of his thick penis, my vaginal muscles experienced a distinct, tingling pleasure. As his thrusting became stronger and faster, the tingling pleasure intensified. Combined with the tingling stimulation from his sucking and kneading my nipples, I couldn't help but moan. Suddenly, the thought that my uncle was defiling his sister-in-law triggered a strange, incestuous thought, simultaneously stimulating that itchy nerve within me. These three sensations, like three giant waves in the ocean, converged to form a tsunami, crashing into my mind and engulfing my entire body. My mind went blank; I knew nothing more. When I regained consciousness, I saw my uncle staring blankly at me, asking, "Third sister-in-law, are you alright?" "I'm fine! What happened?" "Just now, you let out a cry and then stopped breathing, it startled me." I laughed sheepishly and said, "Maybe you were too strong; I just passed out from the pleasure." "Oh, I see!" "My uncle was overjoyed, like a child receiving praise. He became even more enthusiastic, thrusting harder and faster. In less than a minute, another wave of pleasure washed over me, overwhelming me once more. This cycle repeated itself, and I tumbled in the waves. I don't know how many orgasms I experienced during this time. Until my uncle's engorged, hard penis gushed out like a cannonball, rocket-like jets of semen hitting the vaginal walls at the bottom of my vagina, and I was stunned again. I awoke from my orgasmic daze, excitedly and happily hugging my uncle, saying, 'You're amazing! You made me feel so good! I've never felt so good before. You're such a great man!' My uncle chuckled foolishly and said, 'You're the best, sister-in-law. Your vagina is so tight and lubricated, and it sucks on my penis like a little mouth. That's what I call good.' 'Really? Is it as good as you say? Are you just trying to make me happy?'" "Really, sister-in-law's inside is so beautiful, tight, warm, smooth, with lots of folds, and it keeps sucking me in. I've never experienced anything so wonderful, it's unforgettable." "Is it really as good as you say?" "Yes, it's very beautiful, very wonderful. I'm afraid I'll become addicted." Hearing my brother-in-law say this repeatedly, I felt a great sense of accomplishment and said passionately, "If you really like it, I can give it to you every day." My brother-in-law said with surprise, "Really? Then thank you, sister-in-law." It seems that this method of sex really works. I could clearly feel the joy and relaxation in my brother-in-law's heart. In a little while, I think it will free my brother-in-law from the vortex of pain. In the evening, after my husband came home from get off work, he greeted my brother-in-law first. I noticed that my brother-in-law's face was a little red, and he was speaking somewhat hesitantly and unnaturally. I also felt embarrassed and took the coat that my husband had taken off and quickly said, "Go wash your face and eat." "Okay, I'll wash up and eat." "My husband responded to my words while casting an inquiring glance at me. My face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment, and I quickly turned and ran to the kitchen to hide my awkwardness. After dinner, we sat in the living room, watching TV and chatting. My husband probably noticed our awkwardness, so he mostly talked about work and online anecdotes, while my brother-in-law and I only gave perfunctory responses. This continued until bedtime. After undressing and getting into bed, my husband asked me, 'How was it?' 'How was it?' 'What happened between you and your fourth brother today.' I nodded shyly. 'I sensed from the atmosphere tonight that you two had made some progress, but I don't know how far. Can you tell me properly?' 'I finally achieved your goal,' I said shyly and nervously. 'So you've already slept together?' 'Yes.' My husband suddenly hugged me, kissing me and excitedly saying, 'Thank you, my good wife.' My husband excitedly touched my genitals and said, 'Great! Wife, you've finally made a breakthrough. How did it feel? Was it good?'" "Oh, you're wet down there, looks pretty good, right?" He said, leaning over me and eagerly inserting his hard penis into my overflowing vagina. My husband kept urging me to describe the experience of having sex with my brother-in-law. I said shyly, "How should I put it? It's so embarrassing." My husband kept asking as he continued, "What are you shy about? Tell me! Is your fourth brother's penis thick? Big?" "Thick, thicker than yours, bigger than yours." "How much thicker? How much bigger?" "Thicker, about an inch longer? When he thrust in, it felt like he went through a small section of my cervix, reaching the very bottom. Anyway, it felt very full and itchy inside." As I shyly described it, his penis swelled, and he increased the speed of his thrusts. When my husband ejaculated, we both reached orgasm. Tonight, we were both unusually excited; the feeling was just like the descriptions in those erotic novels. My husband hugged me and we rested for a while, then said, "Why don't you go and comfort your fourth brother?" "Go again?" "It's so embarrassing, I'm not going." "Good wife, go ahead, strike while the iron is hot, and cure Fourth Brother's lovesickness as soon as possible." I pretended to be hesitant, but actually, my lower body was already itchy and wet. "Go quickly, don't dawdle." Under my husband's repeated urging, I finally got out of bed, pretending to be unwilling. Entering my uncle's bedroom, I went to his bedside, and he gently called out, "Third Sister-in-law!" "Not asleep? Still thinking about your wife?" "No, I'm thinking about you." "Thinking about me?" "Yes, I'm thinking about you." "What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about your beauty, and the wonderful feeling down there." "Hehe, Fourth Brother has learned to be sweet-talking, he knows how to flatter people." I said as I lifted the covers from my uncle's bed and crawled in. "You miss me, okay, I brought it to you." My uncle excitedly grabbed me, kissing me while his hands roamed over my body, touching my breasts and buttocks. I was already lustful, and his indiscriminate groping only intensified my arousal. Like a little lecher, he pounced on me, parted my legs, and thrust his already engorged penis into my vagina. "Oh, so good, so beautiful," he said. I felt a swelling, itchy sensation in my vagina, causing it to contract. He didn't move his penis, but instead sucked and kneaded my breasts, enjoying the wonderful feeling of the vaginal muscles contracting and writhing around his penis. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and began to act. I, too, was stimulated by the pleasure and began to moan. His thrusts increased in force, his movements accelerated, like a wild horse galloping across the plains. It felt as if my body was flying, my soul carried away by the wild horse, soaring into the sky. When my soul returned to my body, I realized...Still in bed, the wild horse still galloped. After several bouts of ecstatic climax, we were both drenched in sweat. I trembled, moaned, and gasped, clinging tightly to each other, unwilling to separate. We savored the beautiful afterglow of our orgasms until they subsided and we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up needing to urinate, my uncle was still fast asleep on top of me, my legs still draped over his. It seemed that sex had truly chased away his longing for his wife. To my surprise, although his penis was no longer as hard, it was still inside me, perhaps due to our tightly embracing position. I didn't want to disturb him, but the urge to urinate forced me to get up. So I gently pulled him over and slowly rolled over, freeing myself. As his penis withdrew from my vagina, it caused another wave of tingling, itchy contractions. After relieving myself, I found my genitals damp, even my thighs were sticky. Afraid of waking my brother-in-law and husband, I didn't dare go to the bathroom to wash, so I just wiped myself with a tissue and quietly lay back down on the bed, savoring the sweet scene from earlier, before drifting back to sleep. In the morning, I was awakened by an itchy nipple and found my brother-in-law teasing me again, his erect penis pressing against my thigh. I asked him in surprise, "You want more?" "Yes, I do," he replied shyly. "Don't tire yourself out!" "It's okay, sister-in-law, let's do it again, I'm not tired." "If you don't feel tired, come on if you want to." So my brother-in-law and I went to bed again and made love. After our lovemaking, my uncle suddenly said to me, "Oh no!" I immediately asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" "I didn't use a condom, what if my sister-in-law gets pregnant?" "Oh dear, I forgot too, what should I do?" "Hurry up and buy emergency contraception at the pharmacy, is it still in time?" "You didn't use one yesterday, it's been more than 24 hours now, I'm afraid it's too late, right? Oh well, whatever, you two brothers have already done it, you won't be able to tell whose it is, I'll just have a baby for you." "How can that be? Should we call it a son or a nephew, wouldn't that be a mess? What should we do?" Looking at my uncle's earnest and anxious innocent look, I couldn't help but chuckle: "Silly brother, I was just teasing you, I already took precautions, otherwise I wouldn't dare let you do this, do you think I'm really a pervert? I still have my bottom line, it's fine to have fun with you, but we absolutely can't have a child, having a child with you would be pure incest." "You scared me to death! I guess I'll just buy a box of condoms, that's safer." "How about we stop? That's the safest way." "But ever since I slept with my sister-in-law, I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore." "I don't like using condoms. Using a condom is like scratching an itch through a boot; the feeling isn't strong enough." "Then I'll control myself and not ejaculate inside." "No, I like the feeling of ejaculating inside. Don't worry, you won't get pregnant." After teasing my innocent and honest brother-in-law for a while, I looked at the clock and it was already past 6 a.m. I didn't dare linger in bed any longer. Although my husband had agreed, I was still a little embarrassed to face it directly. So I said to my brother-in-law, "Let's go wash up quickly. Your third brother will be up for work soon." We had just gotten up when my husband got up. I was very embarrassed and quickly arranged breakfast. While my fourth brother was washing his face, my husband whispered in my ear, "Last night, I heard your moaning. It seems to have worked well. Keep up the good work and guide your fourth brother." "You?" I blushed with shame, feeling as ashamed as if my husband had stripped me naked and exposed me to the public. "What are you shy about? Look at your blushing face. Oh, by the way, when you're free today, teach him how to use the internet, let him watch some porn or something, let him learn something too. Fourth brother is too naive, he only knows how to work, he doesn't understand anything else." I blushed and scolded him, "You've corrupted me, are you going to corrupt my brother too?" "It's true what they say, good people don't get rewarded. You've tasted the benefits, but you blame me for being bad, where is justice?" I was about to hit him when my husband ran away. ?? [The End]

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