I turned my sister-in-law into my bed pet.

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My wife and I were both born in a rural village in central China. Like many Chinese farmers, her parents had a strong desire for a son. After she was born, they risked severe punishment to have another child, only to have another daughter, my sister-in-law, in their quest for a son. However, their efforts paid off, and a few years later, my brother-in-law was born. This significantly increased their family's financial burden. Although my in-laws were traditional, they were reasonable people. Knowing their eldest daughter was intelligent, they spared no expense to ensure her education. My wife went to middle school in the provincial capital at twelve and went to university in Beijing at eighteen, pursuing both her bachelor's and master's degrees. As for me, I was nominally a "second-generation official"—my father was the village head—but I was smart enough to keep up with my wife's pace. Fortunately, we only had one son, so the financial pressure was less, and I had a small official position, which allowed me to arrange a marriage between my wife and me from childhood. After graduation, we became civil servants and got married last year. For us, not yet thirty, to own a nearly 200-square-meter penthouse duplex in Beijing is truly remarkable.
My wife's younger sister, because my wife and I were childhood sweethearts, is like a younger sister to me; we usually just call her "Little Sister." She and my wife are completely different people. People say that a woman's beauty and intelligence are inversely proportional, and that's absolutely true; it perfectly describes these two sisters. My wife is plain-looking, has an average figure, and her hair is a bit yellowish and dry. To put it bluntly, while I'm not Zhuge Liang, I married a wife like Huang Yueying (a legendary strategist known for her cunning and cunning). My wife's younger sister is different. She's young and innocent, but simple-minded. Even in her early twenties, she acts like a teenage girl, always going out with other girls, carefree and a bit crazy, but she doesn't seem to care about men at all. I wonder if she's sexually uninterested in men. However, her beauty was renowned for miles around, even in the town itself. It was said that matchmakers had approached her before she came of age, but she was arrogant and demanded a higher price. It wasn't until her parents-in-law, unable to bear it any longer, gave her a firm order that she reluctantly accepted.
On my younger sister's wedding day, my wife and I, as her closest relatives, naturally had to go back. Being a civil servant, you could say there wasn't much to do, but you also couldn't stray too far from your post, lest your superiors couldn't find you. Therefore, going back to our hometown for my younger sister's wedding was a rare holiday for us. Little did I know that my romantic encounter would begin that day.
I deliberately returned three days early to see my long-missed family. According to our hometown customs, my younger sister couldn't leave her home for three days before her wedding, and couldn't meet with any men except for family members. As her brother-in-law, I could naturally visit my wife's family home without any qualms. If I had any ulterior motives, that was true; I was curious to see what this little vixen looked like before her wedding!
The day before the wedding, my mother-in-law and wife, along with a large group of women, were busy preparing for the ceremony. I finished arranging things with my own relatives and, under the guise of helping out, came over. However, I managed to steal a moment to sit down with my father-in-law for a warm drink and a casual chat. Just then, my younger sister slipped out of her inner room and plopped down in the chair opposite me. It was the height of summer, and in the rural countryside, there was no air conditioning; the ceiling fan was practically useless. My sister was wearing shorts, revealing two long, white, shapely legs. When crossed, you could almost see her buttocks from the outside of her thighs. Her tight short-sleeved top made her large breasts appear exceptionally high. Whether it was due to poor lighting or my bad eyesight, I couldn't make out the outline of her bra. Could this little vixen be going braless?
My younger sister tied her long hair into a ponytail and said, "Dad, brother-in-law, I'm going out for a while." My father-in-law's face darkened. "What are you going to do? You're getting married tomorrow, can't you behave yourself?" I knew my father-in-law both loved and hated this little vixen. He loved her beauty, which made him look good, but he hated her for being "unfaithful," which made him lose face. If you ask me, compared to women in Beijing and Shanghai, the label of "unfaithful" is completely unfounded. She just loves to play and has fun, and in terms of relationships, she's not much more open than the women in the village. It's just that in this overly conservative environment, she's a bit of a nonconformist. I estimate that my younger sister is still a virgin. Men, you know, have an innate, animalistic desire to spread their genes. More than 90% of men with sisters-in-law have inappropriate thoughts about them, and I'm no exception. Of course, thinking is one thing, doing is another. How many fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law are truly willing to buy the older sister and give the younger sister away? At least I haven't met any.
My younger sister reluctantly returned to her room and started smashing things. My father-in-law shook his head, at a loss; he was clearly exasperated by his unruly daughter. As for me, even if I was just a nobody, I was still a high-ranking official in the capital, and I had some influence in the village, so it wasn't appropriate for me to go to my sister-in-law's room. I had to call my wife over, and the two sisters talked privately in the room for half an hour before things calmed down.
The next day was my younger sister's wedding day. I arrived at my father-in-law's house early, ostensibly to help out, but really to drink, smoke, and entertain the guests. It was only then that I met the man who was about to become my sister's husband for the first time. He was quite tall and handsome, with permed hair and a clean-cut appearance; he didn't look like a country bumpkin at all. I heard from the villagers that he was the town mayor's son, studying at an art academy—to put it nicely, an artist; to put it bluntly, an actor. If it's about family connections, I can't compete with him; my dad's just a village chief. But if it's about connections, I'm much better than him. After all, I'm a high-ranking official in Beijing, a rank far higher than his father's. Thinking about it this way, I felt a bit like Ah Q. The thought of my younger sister's virginity, her beautiful body, which was likely untouched by anyone, and how she'd be given to this pretty boy tonight, actually made me a little jealous.
The busy and chaotic wedding had exhausted me. After watching my younger sister enter the bridal chamber, I, drunk, was helped home by my wife and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I was woken up by my wife's slap, something terrible had happened! I squinted and replied, "What is it? An earthquake?" My wife said anxiously, "You're still joking? My younger sister is getting a divorce!" Hearing this, I immediately jumped up: "What the hell?! We just got married yesterday!" Without a word, my wife forced me to get dressed and dragged me to the civil affairs office. When we arrived at the Civil Affairs Office, my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and younger sister were all there. My younger sister's face was flushed red, I couldn't tell if it was from shyness or something else. My father-in-law and mother-in-law had ashen faces, as did my brother-in-law's parents, whom I had met yesterday. My brother-in-law himself was also there, still pale and silent. I tugged at my wife's sleeve and asked her what had
happened. She finally told me the whole story: Apparently, a few months ago, when my father-in-law and mother-in-law gave my younger sister their firm orders, they hadn't even met their prospective son-in-law yet, and had already arranged the marriage based on just a few photos and a resume. They never expected that this pretty boy would be gay. Last night, he not only didn't touch my younger sister, but they also slept under separate blankets. This morning, my younger sister exposed his charade in front of her parents, and she was utterly ashamed. Normally, given his father's position as town mayor, my younger sister would have been forced to suffer in silence, but with my wife and I, two minor officials from Beijing, backing her up, she wouldn't have to live a life of forced widowhood. I whispered to my wife, "Let's get a divorce. My sister didn't really lose out to him. One's a lesbian, the other a gay man; they're not compatible." My wife pinched my arm. "You dare joke like that!" This kind of thing isn't honorable for anyone, and nobody wanted to make a scene. After more than an hour, both sides agreed on the terms, signed the divorce papers, my parents-in-law returned the betrothal gifts, and cancelled the marriage certificate. I thought that was the end of it, but when my sister-in-law got home and saw "divorced" listed as her marital status on her household registration book, she was furious. She smashed the decorative screen I'd given her, which had the inscription "Eternal Union," to pieces, yelling,
"Outrageous! You just made a mess of things and got a divorce!" My wife, understanding the situation, half-pushed, half-pulled her back to the room, and I also said goodbye and went home early. The
week-long vacation was coming to an end. The night before I left, my wife, naked, crawled into my bed, her mature, beautiful vulva straddling me. I'd been pent up for a week, so naturally, I thrust my penis into her without hesitation.
"Are you so thirsty, you old hag?" My wife, her cervix pressed against my penis, cried out, "I'm going to die! This window isn't soundproof!" I ignored her. "What are you afraid of? We're husband and wife, it's all aboveboard, why are you shy?" My wife's buttocks bounced up and down as I thrust into her. "Don't go yet, I have something to discuss with you." I couldn't wait any longer, my penis sliding in and out of her hot, slippery hole. "Okay, we can discuss it while we do it." My wife had no choice but to say, "My little sister... wants to go to Beijing with us." Hearing this, I perked up, my penis grew even harder, and I pretended to be reluctant. "What would she do in Beijing? She doesn't have a job, she'll just be eating our food for free." My wife, true to form, betrayed me with the throbbing of my penis. "You dare say you don't like it? Just mentioning my little sister makes your penis grow bigger, oh my, so strong, you're hitting the G-spot." I didn't deny it either: "Yeah, such a beautiful woman, just thinking about her makes me hard. If I could fuck both of you at the same time, I'd be ecstatic." My wife was having a bit of an orgasm, her vaginal opening twitching and contracting slightly: "You...you dare to mess around...see if my dad doesn't chop you up...yeah...hmm...husband, you're so good...so deep..." My mind was filled with thoughts of my little sister's white, beautiful legs and big, firm breasts. When my wife had an orgasm, I didn't hesitate and simply thrust my penis to its highest point, directly hitting my wife's cervix: "Wife, I'm going to cum!" My wife didn't care who I was thinking about and shouted:
"Husband..." and then trembled all over as she reached orgasm. I also jerked my penis and ejaculated inside her.
At sunrise, my wife and I, still covered in dried semen and mucus, reluctantly got up, took a shower, picked up my younger sister from my father-in-law's, and the three of us headed back to Beijing. The moment my younger sister got on the train, I realized my wife wasn't lying; she really was coming to Beijing. The whole way, she barely spoke, indifferent and with a gloomy expression. My wife
kept talking, comforting her while explaining her plans: she wanted to go to Beijing to clear her head, see if she could find a job, and maybe even a boyfriend. I chuckled inwardly: What does she think Beijing is? Divorced, still trying to elevate her status?
We arrived home at sunset. We tidied up the house, set up a sunny room for her, and settled her in quickly. She didn't have much luggage, just a few personal belongings.
My wife and I work in different departments. This time, she had one less day off than me, so the next day was her workday. She went to bed early, but I wasn't really sleepy and was playing on the computer in the study. My younger sister was probably not used to it; even around midnight, when I went to the bathroom, I could still faintly see light coming from under her door. At that moment, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head: what was she doing in her room? I knew the house was still quite new, the door hinges were smooth and quiet, and the hallway outside was dark, so it would be difficult for her to spot me peeping at her from inside. So, I mustered my courage and quietly pushed the slightly ajar door open a little. What I saw made me furious: my younger sister was getting ready to take off her clothes for bed. She was sitting at her desk, facing me on her right. First, she let her ponytail down, shook her head, smoothed her hair, picked up a comb from the desk, and carefully combed her thick, black hair. Then, one button after another, she unbuttoned her shirt, pulled down the collar on her left shoulder, revealing a snow-white shoulder. This was the first time I'd ever seen my sister's shoulders. The thought of breaking ethical boundaries as her brother-in-law to peep at her changing clothes made my penis start to swell. My sister in the room twisted her shoulders, taking off the collar on her right shoulder, and her clothes were removed. She had no idea that a pair of hungry wolf's eyes were staring at her beautiful breasts in the darkness. She was only concerned with putting her clothes on the table and bending down to take off her pants. At this moment, she stood up, her back to me, and inserted her thumbs into her belt, sliding them from her navel to her lower back, pressing down until her flesh-colored panties were quickly exposed to my view. I hadn't expected my sister to have such long legs and such a big butt. When the elastic band of her pants tightened around her buttocks, her buttocks rippled with waves of flesh, incredibly sexy. I almost pulled down my pants and squeezed my penis to comfort myself. My younger sister's pale body was now only covered by her panties. She walked towards me, carrying her clothes, which startled me. Luckily, her big, bright eyes were fixed on the hook behind the door. As she hung up her clothes, she raised her hand, revealing her two large, fleshy mounds. This little vixen, her breasts were big, round, and firm, the nipples still a tender pink—probably untouched by a man. As she tiptoed to hang the clothes, her large breasts trembled with each movement. If my wife hadn't been there, I would have had the urge to rush in and rape her. Right now, all I could do was frantically rub my penis. My sister turned off the light, leaving only the bedside lamp on, pulled up the blanket, and went to sleep. Unwilling to give up, I continued to wait outside the door. Beijing summers are incredibly hot and humid. My younger sister isn't used to air conditioning, so she didn't lock the door for ventilation. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the nightlight, I could clearly see that she had only covered herself with a towel up to her waist, her two long, shapely, white legs exposed, sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, fast asleep. Her large breasts defied gravity, standing proudly erect, rising and falling slightly with her breath. I told myself that one day I would thoroughly ravage this little vixen and turn her into my bed pet.
I didn't even know when my wife went to work; my younger sister woke me up. She had prepared breakfast and told me to get up and eat. After I finished eating, I took my younger sister out shopping. Beijing goods are notoriously overpriced, and by the end of the day, my credit card was almost empty, and my wallet was nearly gone. My younger sister seemed to think it was all perfectly normal, carrying bags of things with incredible speed—country girls are just so healthy! We ate dinner out, ostensibly to welcome my younger sister back. My wife was very excited, after all, she's my younger sister. I was excited too, but as someone once said, a man's blood is limited; it either goes to his brain or his penis, so a man can't use both his brains at the same time. You see, I was carrying out a secret plan.
Three days passed, and on Saturday, the three of us went out together. That evening, everyone was tired, especially my wife, who was on her period and easily fatigued. After dinner, she and my younger sister did the housework, then she took a shower and went to bed early. I took a shower and, seeing there wasn't much to do, went to the study to play on the computer. Around ten o'clock, my wife was already fast asleep when I heard my younger sister softly calling from the bathroom, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law." I closed my laptop and went to the bathroom. Previously, since only my wife and I lived there, the bathroom door lock had been broken for a long time and hadn't been repaired. Anyway, there was nothing to hide anymore, and we didn't have any children. I asked from outside the door, "What's wrong?" The girl trembled and said,
"The water heater won't light. Can you fix it for me? I'm freezing." The water heater was installed outside the shower room, so I could only check it from inside the bathroom. Although the shower room had frosted glass, would the girl think I was a pervert if I went in? But then I thought, she'd asked me to come in, and besides, I wanted to see her beautiful body again! I opened the door, intending to act nonchalant and head straight for the water heater. As soon as I pushed the door open, I panicked. The girl had closed the frosted glass door, but her figure was still vaguely projected onto the glass, especially her crotch. The dark patch of her private parts was the most memorable thing to me. I wondered what was in that dark forest?
Is her doorway still pink? Are the two small doors still intact? Is it tighter and more elastic inside than my wife's? If I could have sex with her and ejaculate into her uterus, that would be amazing! My younger sister couldn't wait and urged, "Brother-in-law, are you done? I'm cold!" I was still a bit off, and actually said, "Cold? Do you want me to hug you?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized it was inappropriate and changed my words, saying, "Haha, I'm so sorry, I'm used to talking to your sister like that. Hmm, it's fixed, you can try it. You really are something, taking a hot shower in this heat." My younger sister turned on the tap as she asked, and the water heater ignited smoothly. I had succeeded, but I didn't want to back out. How many brother-in-laws have the good fortune to spy on their sister-in-law's naked body so closely and in a semi-public way? Suddenly, my younger sister exclaimed, "Wow! It's so hot!" She dropped the showerhead and hid to the side. I felt guilty for turning up the water temperature and it hadn't come down, so I quickly turned off the water heater. Looking back, I saw my younger sister pressed against the frosted glass door, her large breasts pressed tightly together, almost flattened. To avoid the scalding water, her abdomen was also pressed against the glass, so much so that her black stockings were wet and clearly visible from the outside; if I had time, I could even count them one by one. She was frantic and scared, crying, "Ah! Brother-in-law! Let me out!" I didn't have time to admire her. If I burned her, I wouldn't know how to explain it to my in-laws, let alone my wife. I quickly opened the glass door, and my sister practically cried as she threw herself into my arms, "Ah... Brother-in-law..." I looked at her closely; her lower back and buttocks were red, thankfully without blisters. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, then carried her back to the room.
My younger sister's room used to be a guest room. There was no bed, just a mattress on the floor—which was convenient for my wife and me to have our lovemaking, as it would prevent the bed from creaking and making noise. I put my younger sister down, and she, still shaken, blushed bright red when she realized she was naked in her brother-in-law's arms. She immediately burrowed under the covers, hiding from me. Afraid of waking my wife, I listened quietly for a moment to make sure she wasn't moving before saying to my sister-in-law, "Sorry, I forgot to adjust the temperature. How are you?" My sister-in-law only poked her head out, not even looking at me. I could only guess from the outline of the blanket that she was rubbing her bottom. She said, "It hurts so much, it's burning." I took some burn ointment from the medicine cabinet and said, "Don't worry, I'll put some ointment on it and you'll be fine." She said
, "Um, is my sister asleep? Can I ask her to come and put it on for me? It's embarrassing." I casually said,
"She's asleep." My sister-in-law hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, then... you can't look at my... that place..." I readily agreed. This wasn't a lie. I couldn't ruin my bright future by being so intimate with my sister-in-law's bottom. You know, I was determined to get my sister-in-law into bed!
My younger sister was lying face down under the covers, her forehead pressed against her left arm, her face buried deep in the blankets, afraid to look at me. Her right arm was pressed under her body, and I didn't know what she was doing. Anyway, she said to me when she was ready, "Hmm, slowly pull back the covers, don't look where you shouldn't see." I pulled back the covers, and my younger sister's feet were revealed, then her slender calves, rounded thighs, full buttocks, and finally her cute little waist. Upon closer inspection, I couldn't help but smile, and my penis immediately became hard: my younger sister's right hand was pressed under her body, her five fingers covering her private parts from bottom to top, ignoring the black stockings that were peeking out between her fingers, tightly protecting that private cave that her brother-in-law shouldn't see. Her sharp nails could just cover the perineum between her vulva and anus. Her anus was completely unprotected, and the sudden urge to fuck her back door was forcibly suppressed. With a self-control that I couldn't believe myself, I took out some ointment and applied it to her. My younger sister's injuries were mainly on her waist and buttocks, with some scattered red spots on her thighs and calves. Without hesitation, I placed my entire palm on her body. Although I couldn't touch her private parts, I was satisfied just to enjoy her firm, elastic waist and hips. Looking at her still fair and tender crotch, I lingered in my fantasies about whether her private parts had ever been violated by a man. Before I knew it, I had been massaging her for a full twenty minutes, reluctant to stop. But then my younger sister's words jolted me awake: "Brother-in-law, if you keep rubbing like that, you'll rub my skin raw!" I apologized and took my leave: "Sorry, you should get some sleep. Cover yourself well." That last sentence almost gave me away. Luckily, my younger sister didn't know I had been peeping, otherwise, it would have been a huge mess.
The ringing of my phone woke me up. My wife reluctantly picked it up, and after a moment, she said irritably, "Fine!" and tossed the phone aside. She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "Honey, I have to work overtime today, so I can't take my sister shopping. If you like, go with her; if not, make her wait. I'll go with her another day." I pretended to be half asleep, grunted a few times, and then rolled over and "fell asleep." My wife had no idea how secretly pleased I was. She went off to work. As soon as I heard her lock the door, I jumped up and ran to my sister's room in my shorts and tank top. As usual, she hadn't turned on the air conditioner or locked the door. I knocked, but she didn't answer. I went in and saw her still lying face down, just like last night, except her hands were outside the blanket, which covered her thighs and lower back, exposing her entire back. Her large breasts were pressed down beneath her, and from my angle, I could only see large mounds of white flesh. She was still asleep. I don't know where I got the courage, but I pulled back her blanket. I saw that the red marks from last night's burns had faded by about 70-80%. I felt relieved and overjoyed—she hadn't put on any clothes after applying the medicine last night, and now she was truly naked in front of me. But before I could even look down at her private parts, my penis was throbbing. She woke up, noticed the blanket was off, and instinctively rolled over, so she was now face to face with me. Her plump breasts swayed, her nipples erect and pointed. When she saw me, she was startled and quickly pulled the blanket over her chest, crossing her legs, as if afraid I would see her private parts again.
Previously, my wife and I had a fairly regular sex life, about two or three times a week. Because I went back to my hometown for my younger sister's wedding, we only had sex once every two weeks. Three days ago, when I wanted to do it again, my wife suddenly got her period, which made me incredibly frustrated. Plus, I'd been feeling incredibly aroused by my younger sister these past few days, but my wife was too tired to give me oral sex. I was almost at my breaking point. Seeing my younger sister half-naked, hiding and looking so pitiful, my primal lust exploded. Without thinking, I pounced on her, snatched the towel from her hands and threw it aside, pinned her hands down, and kissed her lips. My younger sister was terrified, unable to even scream, only making soft moans, which only fueled my desire. She clenched her teeth, afraid I would penetrate her. Seeing that I couldn't get her to go any further, I changed tactics and lowered my head to suckle her large breasts. I bit down on her left nipple, not too hard, afraid of hurting her, but my tongue teased and vibrated the tip. She could only desperately try to pull away, but lying on the bed, she had nowhere to escape, only able to sway from side to side. But wouldn't this only make her large breasts even more tempting? After licking for a while, she finally uttered her first words: "Ah! Brother-in-law! No! What are you doing?" I licked even more vigorously: "Don't move, let me kiss you, I'll take good care of you." She resisted fiercely with her legs, which only made it easier for me to separate them. She wasn't as strong as me, and I held her wrists down with one hand. I freed my right hand and kneaded her large breasts: "Little vixen, you're really good-looking, big and firm, much better than your sister." My sister wanted to scream, but I didn't stop her. I simply said, "Go ahead and scream, scream loudly, let everyone know that my family has a shameless little vixen who seduces her brother-in-law." My naive sister was frightened by me and didn't dare to make a sound. She only begged in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, let me go, I'm scared!" I triumphantly released her large breasts, pulled down my shorts, and revealed a six-inch penis that was already swollen and red, ready to fight at any moment. It was aimed directly at my sister's unprotected private parts, just waiting for my command. My sister's lower body was pressed against me, and she hurriedly looked down. She didn't need to look to know that she should have seen a large glans the size of a ping-pong ball, red and purple, with a few strands of sticky fluid flowing from the urethral opening, wetting my sister's pubic hair. My younger sister was terrified: "Brother-in-law, no! How can I get married if you do this?!
I'm still a virgin!" I was surprised to hear this, and looked down at her private parts. Sure enough, I saw a pink membrane still around the entrance of her vagina, confirming that what she said was true. I said, "You're divorced, what are you afraid of?!
" The implication was that even if she got married, it would be a remarriage, and the other party wouldn't naively believe that a remarried woman was a virgin.
My younger sister was speechless for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I spread her legs a little, and my erect penis attacked her secret passage, the head of my penis pressing against her vulva, applying pressure. My younger sister cried and said, "No! I can't do this with you! I'm your sister-in-law, you can't do this!" Her kicking had the opposite effect, making me even more destructive. I thrust my hips forward, but unexpectedly she suddenly twisted her body, and I thrust into her anus. I had seen her anus last night; it was very small and tight, not a sexual target at all. Coupled with her wailing, I suddenly lost my sexual desire, let her go, pulled up my pants, covered her with a towel, and held her without saying a word.
My little sister's crying gradually subsided, turning into sobs. I didn't let her go, and we held each other like that until noon. I finally got up and said to her, "Let me cook for you." My little sister's eyes were red: "No need, I'll cook. Just get me my clothes." I handed her the clothes, and she didn't even try to hide it. She turned her back, pulled down the blanket, and started dressing. I looked at her from behind, and I realized that this little devil's back was quite beautiful, with rounded shoulders and a smooth back. Occasionally, I could see a glimpse of her large, fleshy breasts swaying with her movements. I teased her, "Aren't you afraid I'll do it again?" My little sister stopped and said sadly, "It doesn't matter." Hearing this, I knew I had a chance, so I didn't rush her. I just hugged her from behind, rubbed her large breasts, and said, "Well, I'll wait for you to cook." My little sister weakly removed my hand: "Okay." After lunch, my little sister washed the dishes and went back to bed to take another nap. I saw that she still hadn't locked the door, and shamelessly lay down next to her. The younger sister didn't resist, shrinking into the corner of the bed with her back to me. I leaned over, reached under her armpits, and directly grasped her large, braless breasts, playing with them. Not satisfied with just that, I started scratching her nipples with my fingers. The younger sister protested, "Brother-in-law, how can I sleep like this!" I said,
"Then let's play around. Brother-in-law will teach you how to enjoy the pleasures of being a woman." She struggled a few times, but gave up when she couldn't break free, still saying unwillingly, "Don't do that. If my sister finds out we're doing that kind of thing, she'll be angry." I said again, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, how will she know?" The younger sister asked again, "What if I get pregnant?" Seeing that she had even considered these questions, I felt safe having sex with her, and immediately said,
"Just ejaculate outside." The younger sister turned around to face me, "Then remember, you have to ejaculate outside." I casually agreed and laid her flat. She obediently let me take off her clothes and pants, and soon she was lying naked on the bed, her face turned away from my eyes. I gazed at the body I had long coveted, knowing she would soon become my woman. The excitement was immense, especially since she was my sister-in-law. A brother-in-law cheating on his wife with his sister-in-law—the very idea was thrilling! I spread her legs, carefully examining her private parts. Her pubic hair was fine and short, barely thicker than a head. Her pink vulva was already oozing a clear, colorless fluid. I said, "You little vixen, you said you wouldn't mess around with your brother-in-law, and now you're all wet." My sister-in-law, her secret exposed, blushed and said, "Don't look, you're so annoying." I said, "Fine, I won't look." I pressed myself against her, aiming my penis at her vulva, inserting the head slightly to widen the opening. My younger sister gasped, "Brother-in-law, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt." I nodded in agreement, lowered my hips, and my glans pierced her jade gate, beginning to penetrate her slippery cave. My sister cried out, "Ah! It hurts!" I told her, "It's a little painful the first time, don't be too nervous, take a deep breath, relax, you'll feel great in a moment." She nodded at me, took a few deep breaths, and relaxed her lower body. I took the opportunity to continue penetrating her, my big penis slowly inserting into her body, expanding her tight cave, until I reached a small fleshy mound: "Little vixen, brother-in-law has finally fucked you, I've reached your cervix." My younger sister said, "I can't take it anymore, it's so big, I can't breathe." My lust was high, and I started to thrust in and out, shaking my hips. "Little vixen, if you're this uncomfortable being penetrated by my cock, how will you have children?" My younger sister's hips rose and fell with my movements, and even her big breasts swayed, which aroused me. She said, "No...no...I can't get pregnant...I can't have your children...I'm your sister-in-law..." I played with her big breasts, rubbing, kneading, and pinching them, shaping the two elastic mounds into whatever shape I liked, while my palms rubbed her nipples, arousing her lust as well. My younger sister's two little flesh gates opened and closed with my thrusts, each time squeezing out a little bit of white fluid, and the tender flesh inside gradually became engorged and red under the intense friction. I slowed down a bit and said to her, "Let's change positions, you be on top." She immediately refused, "No, it's too embarrassing, you be on top." I thought, "You're too conservative, what a waste of such a great figure. I wanted to admire your breasts and buttocks." Since she didn't want to, I couldn't force her. Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, why rush? I sped up again, forcing her to breathe more and more rapidly, her face becoming increasingly red. After
about ten minutes of this, I felt a numbness in my spine and a swelling in my perineum, knowing that was the prelude to ejaculation. This girl had just lost her virginity, so she probably didn't know what a man's state was like before he climaxed. Although she asked me not to ejaculate inside, how could I not do myself justice with such a rare opportunity? I decided to go all the way and be the bad guy. My sister-in-law was so aroused by me that she opened her mouth but couldn't speak, and involuntarily twisted her hips. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I inserted my penis as deep as possible, and my glans erupted with the pent-up semen of the past two weeks. It was thick, sticky, and plentiful, and the scalding hot semen shot into my sister-in-law's virgin uterus. My sister-in-law noticed my strange expression, and with my sensitive cervix being violently sprayed, she immediately knew what was happening and shouted, "No! No! Shoot outside! I'll get pregnant!" The more she shouted, the tighter I pressed her down, almost forcing my two testicles and my six-inch penis into her body, subjecting her to unprecedented pressure and the effects of my bodily fluids.
My younger sister started crying, "Waaah...you lied to me...I gave myself to you, and you don't even love me..." I was still lost in the pleasure of ejaculating into my sister-in-law and ignored her. Only after I calmed down did I slowly pull out my penis, and with a "plop," a glob of yellowish-white semen, mixed with traces of blood, splattered onto the sheets from my sister-in-law's vagina. Satisfied, I kissed her face and said, "I'm sorry, it was just so good." She cried and said, "Remember to ejaculate outside next time, okay?" Hearing there was a next time, how could I refuse? I quickly agreed.
I picked my sister-in-law up and took her to the bathroom. She obediently stayed still, letting me wash and dry her body. I was overjoyed. Today was incredibly lucky. Not only did I get to sleep with my sister-in-law, but I could also play with her body to my heart's content. Wasn't that lucky? I wet her body, lathered it with soap, and began to caress her thoroughly, from her shoulders to her back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves. Moving to the front, I pressed my hands against her large breasts, refusing to leave. "Little sister," I said, "I've been drooling over this body of yours." Unexpectedly, she replied, "Now you've finally had your fill, are you satisfied?" I, still licking her nipples, said,
"You've had your fill, but you're not satisfied yet? If I could have it every day, that would be truly satisfying." She giggled, "Brother-in-law, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time." I asked, "What is it?" Without hesitation...
"I've liked you since I was little." I pressed, "Why didn't you say so sooner?" She laughed and said, "It's not too late now. Except for not letting anyone else know, we can still do 'that' together. If you want, I can give it to you anytime, but you can't get me pregnant, otherwise everything will be exposed." I said, "Either use a condom or withdraw, it's so boring." She hugged me back, "Brother-in-law, be good, when I can let you ejaculate inside, I definitely won't refuse you." After showering, I helped my sister wash the sheets to destroy the evidence, and my wife was helpless when she came back. That night, the three of us went out to eat, and the next day, Sunday, everything went as usual. On Monday, my husband and I went to work again, leaving my sister alone at home.
For the next few days, I didn't touch my sister again. I could only take advantage of the time when my wife was doing housework to pull my sister aside and rub her big breasts hard in my wife's blind spot, or rub her pert buttocks.
On Friday evening, my wife was hanging laundry on the second-floor balcony. My younger sister arrived, and there was a lot of laundry. I knew she wouldn't be down for a while, so I made an excuse to watch TV with her and ended up rolling around on the sofa with her. My wife smiled, picked up two large baskets of washed clothes, and went upstairs. I didn't dare watch her leave, afraid she'd notice something was wrong. Hearing the door click shut, I let out a wolfish howl and pounced on my younger sister. She giggled, "Brother-in-law, you're so bold! Your sister's upstairs." I said, "Never mind, I'm starving." She was wearing a loose-fitting midi dress, which I quickly lifted to her waist, revealing her light blue underwear. She laughed, "Haven't I satisfied you these past few days? I'm just a backup, you know." I didn't care about that. I pulled down my pants, got my penis erect, and started teasing her genitals. Door: "She's the backup now." The younger sister said, "No way, that's too blatant. At most... I'll just massage it for you with my hands." I heard my wife fiddling with the clothes hanger, knowing time was running out, and this really was too blatant, so I agreed to the younger sister's suggestion. I sat down, and she casually pulled up her skirt, turned to the side, and leaned over my lower abdomen. Her hands formed circles, gripping my penis, and she started moving it up and down. I was trying to listen to what was happening upstairs while enjoying the younger sister's service, multitasking and unable to concentrate.
The younger sister looked up at me, and her large breasts were squeezed into a deep cleavage through her wide neckline, constantly changing their outline, swaying left and right, rising and falling. It made my heart itch. It turns out that the feeling of peeping can be quite enjoyable!
The younger sister worked hard, but lacking experience, her efforts were inefficient. I heard my wife close the balcony door upstairs, knowing she would be back soon. I wanted to stop, but couldn't bear to give up the younger sister's service. I gritted my teeth, pointed at my penis, and said, "Little vixen, kiss me." The younger sister knew time was running out, and without thinking, she lowered her head and kissed me. And that wasn't all; her lips clamped around the tip of my penis, gently sucking, driving me to the brink of climax. I felt my testicles twitch violently, and my semen shot out. Just then, the younger sister sucked hard, and with the pressure, it all came out into her mouth.
The doorknob turned slightly, and I quickly stood up, turning my back to the door, pretending to be nonchalant as I walked towards the bathroom. My wife was right behind me, unaware that my pants had been pulled down in the front, my limp penis hanging precariously between my legs, covered in her sister's saliva and my semen, all sticky and dangling precariously. The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I glanced back at my younger sister. She was staring at me too, her cheeks puffed out. She tilted her head back, swallowed my semen with a gulp, and cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, making sure I hadn't left any evidence before leaving. My wife was sitting where I'd been, chatting with my younger sister. She said she had to work overtime again tomorrow. I asked her why she always worked on Saturdays, and she said her boss was inspecting our work, so we had to work six days a week this month. While I complained to my boss and urged my wife to rest, I secretly gloated—tomorrow I could sneak off to play with my little vixen again! My wife watched TV for a while, yawned a few times, went to the room to sleep, and reminded my younger sister and me to take care of ourselves and not to overwork. I thought to myself, "You really care about your husband, huh? But when I'm tired, it's because I'm serving your vixen sister!" After her older sister went into the room and closed the door, my younger sister reached out and pinched my thigh hard: "You stinky brother-in-law! You made me eat such disgusting stuff!" I endured the pain and let her vent her anger before asking, "What's wrong? If you don't like it, just spit it out." She put her hand under my crotch and felt the soft, fleshy flesh: "Spit it out where? You've taken up the bathroom, do you want me to spit it into your cup?" I was speechless and could only comfort her, saying, "Don't be angry, semen is rich in protein, just treat it as a supplement." She was half-believing, half-doubting: "Really?" I said, "Of course it's true!" Actually, I didn't understand these things. Someone said it online, so I just quoted it. Who knows if it's true or not?
In any case, having just ejaculated, I couldn't "play" anymore that night. Even though I was unwilling, I could only rub my younger sister's big breasts a few times and that was it. Fortunately, her libido hadn't been awakened yet, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to finish my homework.
It was another Saturday. My wife went to work on time, and my younger sister woke up early but just stayed in bed and wouldn't get up. I tiptoed into her room. When she saw me, she said, "Brother-in-law, you're so energetic!" I replied,
"To serve you two sisters, I need both 'energy' and 'strength'." She chuckled.
"Brother-in-law, I think my fertile period might be starting. I've been thinking about doing 'that' with you a lot these past few days. Do you think I'm a bad woman?" I said, "You're in your twenties. It's abnormal if you don't want to do 'that'." After saying that, I pounced on her, lifted the blanket, and saw that she was only wearing a small pair of panties. I teased her, "You dressed like that, are you ready to welcome your brother-in-law's big cock?" She said, "No, I always sleep like that." I already knew that. I had spied on her when she first came. She did like to sleep naked. I just said, "So you've always been ready to be penetrated by men, right?" The younger sister said, "Go away, you're being indecent." I said, "Don't you like me? I've always been indecent." The younger sister was held down by me and didn't struggle. She just said in a mosquito-like voice, "Brother-in-law, I want to try what an orgasm feels like." I recalled the last time we made love. My orgasm came earlier. Since she had no sexual experience, it was expected that she wouldn't be able to enjoy an orgasm. I said, "Okay, this time I'll make you feel good." The younger sister obediently lay down and stopped talking. I pulled the covers up, slipped into bed, and cupped her right breast in my left hand, flicking my index finger rapidly at the nipple. At the same time, I took her left breast into my mouth, sucking and licking it, making her writhe like a snake: "Oh, it tickles, brother-in-law… mmm… it tickles, but I love it." My right hand wasn't idle either, exploring downwards, kneading her vulva through her panties. She raised her chin, making soft moaning sounds, and unconsciously lifted her buttocks, suspending her vulva and offering it directly to my hand. Her large breasts were soft yet firm, standing proudly even when lying down, trembling in waves when I stimulated them. Her vulva was no less impressive; perhaps it was naturally different from her sister's. Her sister needed a while to become wet, but with just a touch of my vulva and a few gentle teasing, her clitoris would become wet. As I was working on her, she said, "Brother-in-law, do you know that last night when I was with your little brother, I was already soaking wet down there, but I couldn't get it, which kept me up all night." I continued, asking, "Can't you comfort yourself?" She retorted:
"How do I do it? I really don't know. Before, I could just touch her clitoris a few times and I would calm down. But last night, nothing I did worked, and it only made me feel worse." I said, "Of course, your sister has tasted a real penis before, so how could she be easily satisfied with just a massage like this?" She laughed breathlessly, "It's all your fault, you've spoiled my sister." I used a retreat as a strategy and suddenly let her go, "Then forget it, I won't do it anymore." She hurriedly hugged me, "Don't go, I'm feeling good." I took off my own clothes and then took off her wet panties, let her lie flat, knelt between her legs, lifted her knees with both hands, and pressed down slightly, thus spreading her legs apart, exposing her private parts to me. I moved my hips, looking for the best angle, and my big penis first touched my little sister's anus. She cried out, "Not there! No! Higher!" I raised my hips a little higher, found her vulva, and slowly and powerfully lowered it, the glans spreading open the two small flesh gates and entering her body. This was my younger sister's second time making love, and her vagina was incredibly tight. This time, I was well-prepared; my penis was thick, long, hard, and hot. Even with ample lubrication, I still felt considerable pressure, even a slight pain. She gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, as if trying to tear it apart, enduring the immense force I exerted to open her vagina. My penis didn't penetrate very deeply, so I pulled back an inch. My sister cried out, "No, I want more!" I then plunged in again, repeating this dozens of times until my sister's body gradually adjusted to the insertion. Only then did I continue to probe deeper, using the nine shallow, one deep technique to assault her, a technique that sends women to ecstasy. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were incessant, accompanied by the sizzling sounds of her vaginal fluids. At first, my younger sister covered her mouth, too afraid to make a sound. I told her, "If it feels good, just moan! Enjoy it to the fullest; that's the best kind of orgasm." She listened to me, tried to call out, but was afraid, saying, "I'm not that kind of slutty woman." I said, "You seduced your brother-in-law into bed, and you say you're not a slutty woman?" Then I thrust my hips hard, making her open her mouth and cry out, "Ouch! You're too rough!" I encouraged her, "Yes, that's it. Tell me how you feel; don't be shy." My younger sister moaned softly. Not satisfied, I thrust into her a few more times, and she finally couldn't help but shout out, "Mmm!" After twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt a bit exhausted. After all, my little sister's body was still too tight, and the resistance was much greater than that of her older sister. I said to her, "Little vixen, it's your turn to be on top." She said, "No, it's too embarrassing." Without saying anything more, I pulled out my penis, lay down on the bed, and said, "Want it or not?" My little sister looked at my erect penis, hesitated for a few seconds, climbed on top of me, and still stubbornly said, "You're so annoying." I thrust my hips forward, and she instinctively put her hands under her crotch, held my penis, aimed the glans at her vulva, and slowly sat down, her beautiful vagina taking my penis in. I looked up and saw her two large, fleshy mounds swaying in front of me. The sight of her surging breasts made my penis swell even more, stretching her already tight vagina even more. Her two red nipples rolled incessantly, and I held one in each hand, pinching them between my fingers, sometimes flicking, sometimes teasing, sometimes tugging at them, while my palms pressed against her large, elastic breasts, truly captivating. My younger sister was moving up and down and swaying from side to side, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. She involuntarily raised her chin, fully experiencing the feeling of being stretched open by her brother-in-law's penis. I felt her vaginal opening twitching and contracting, knowing she was about to climax. I deliberately said, "Aren't you excited? Don't hold back, let yourself fly." The little sister may have lost consciousness, her body leaning back, her hands that were supporting her chest now supporting her on the bed behind her, her knees tightly clamping my ribs, her buttocks rising and falling wildly, her beautiful vagina rapidly and powerfully manipulating my penis. From my angle, I could watch without any obstruction the scene of my penis going in and out of her beautiful vagina, pulling out countless white foams, and the raindrops hitting my glans were undoubtedly from the impact of her cervix. My younger sister cried out, "Brother-in-law, my lower body feels so uncomfortable, like it's on fire." I was incredibly excited myself, and I thrust into her a few times. "Go ahead and burn, let go of yourself." My younger sister hummed in response, her buttocks meeting the onslaught of my penis, her beautiful hole plunging down hard. With the last thrust, her whole body shuddered, tensing up as if having a cramp, and then she squeezed me tightly, her beautiful hole contracting repeatedly, and she cried out, "Ah..." I also reached my climax, holding her buttocks, letting her beautiful hole and my penis make the deepest and most intimate contact, and roared, "I'm coming too!" My glans throbbed a few times inside her, and my semen gushed out, bursting straight into her cervix.
After the climax subsided, my younger sister, whether unwilling or unable to get up, shifted to a prone position and said,
"Brother-in-law, was that an climax? I'm so happy." I patted her buttocks: "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." She asked, "What if my sister finds out?" I said, "We'll just keep it a secret." We chatted for a while, and my penis slowly softened, sliding out of her vagina with a hiss. The air inside her vagina forced out a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, which sprayed out and landed all over me. Seeing this, my younger sister laughed and grabbed some tissues from the bedside table to wipe me clean.　　"Brother-in-law, I can't stand anymore." I put her on the ground, her beautiful legs draped over my shoulders. I was taller than her, and when I leaned forward, her vagina formed an angle perfectly aligned with my penis. This position allowed for the deepest penetration; I could not only reach her cervix but also push it even deeper. "How is it? Is it deep enough?" She couldn't speak, only nod in response. I could also feel that in this position, her legs enhanced the already tightness of her vagina. My excitement was unbelievable. Even at my sweetest moments with my wife, we only did it twice a day at most, and it was never so crazy as to do it again from morning till noon, or just lift up our clothes and thrust in in the kitchen. This was unimaginable. Could this be the thrill of forbidden sex between brother-in-law and sister-in-law? It didn't matter anymore, because I was being squeezed so tightly by this little vixen that I was about to burst. I subconsciously counted down: Five! Four! Three! Two! ...At that crucial moment, the door lock clicked shut. All my focus was on that one thing, it was the last second, there was no stopping me. I didn't care about anything else, I just had to ejaculate! I roared, "I'm coming!" I pinned the little vixen down, my penis thrusting powerfully into the core of her beautiful vagina, my glans wide open, and my semen shot into my sister-in-law's uterus once more.
My wife saw her younger sister's skirt on the sofa, confused, and then heard the shouts from the kitchen. She rushed over, stunned: "Husband...sister...you..." (The End)
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