I slept with my amorous wife's younger sister (my wife's gentle and tender sister-in-law).

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I had sex with my amorous wife's younger sister
(also known as: My amorous wife's younger sister, the tender-hearted sister-in-law, the amorous wife

's younger sister, my wife's younger sister) ? I have a half-sister who is my wife's half-sister. Because of my mother-in-law's relationship, we live in different cities.
My wife's sister and I are very different; my wife is more than ten centimeters taller than her half-sister. Due to marital
problems, my wife's sister got divorced. Her company is doing well, but after the divorce, the father of her child often harassed her under the pretext of seeing
the child . My mother-in-law had to ask her boss to transfer my wife's sister to the sales department and send her to
the sales service point in my city. This was to help take care of her and also to use my connections to help my wife's sister achieve
her sales targets.

I met my wife's younger sister at my wedding. She left a deep impression on me; she was the demure, sweet-looking type. She
had , still as beautiful and charming as ever. The only change was a touch more maturity. At about 1.5 meters tall
, she looked like a young girl, looking at me shyly with her bright eyes, sweetly calling out, "Brother-in-law,"
then blushing before going to talk to my wife, her half-sister.

I usually do the cooking at home. My wife doesn't even like her own cooking, but when my sister-in-law comes, I
have to prepare something better. I cooked a few dishes. My child attends school with my parents; education in Shanghai is
much better than in the Northwest.

Since then, my sister-in-law has come to visit every weekend. The food at the sales point is rather poor, and my wife
works shifts at a company, so sometimes she has to work on weekends, leaving just my sister-in-law and me at home.

In the past, I would go out with friends every weekend. But since my sister-in-law came, I've gone out less
. Perhaps subconsciously, I have a desire to possess her, so I rarely go out when my friends invite me. Sometimes,
seeing her after a shower, her rosy cheeks and delicate skin make me have impure thoughts, but with my wife around,
I have to restrain myself. At night, during sex, I treat my wife like my sister-in-law.

To get her to settle down, I introduced her to my friends and friends of friends. Within
a week, I helped her complete her six-month task. We spent our days together, eating together,
and the distance between us quickly closed. Plus, she was very happy to have completed her six-month task, and she wasn't as
shy Sometimes she would even playfully hit me, and I would naturally take the opportunity to grab her soft hand. Every time this happened, she would
blush, which meant she had feelings for me. I would also use this opportunity to test her.

Once, we finalized a fairly large deal, and she was exceptionally excited. After dinner, I suggested we take a walk along the Yellow River,
and she readily agreed. We strolled along the riverbank, and I... "Yes, of course I'm happy, but thank you so much. It's all thanks to your help; otherwise, even if I found them, they wouldn't
have given me the deal," she said, looking at me with bright, slightly envious eyes.

"Then how will you thank me?" I looked at her with eyes full of affection and tenderness. She met my gaze, and
sensing the meaning in my eyes, she suddenly became flustered, her fair cheeks
flushing red . She lowered her head and said, "I don't know. How do you want me to thank you?" I smiled without speaking,
pointing to my face. She understood my meaning perfectly and suddenly became playful, saying, "You wish! You're my
brother-in- you should help me. Besides, my sister will beat me if she finds out." I pretended to be disappointed but unwilling to give up, saying,
"Then I can kiss you."

"No!" Seeing that I was about to make a move, she cried out nervously and ran away. I chased after her. I
was a middle-distance runner in middle school, a national second-level athlete. She was no match for me. I caught up with her in less than three meters.
Watching her swaying hips as she ran, my heart fluttered. My hand, which was reaching for her back, landed
on her soft buttocks. She cried out in surprise but wasn't angry. Without thinking, she said, "You pervert."

I couldn't let her off the hook, so I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. My hand instinctively pressed against her chest,
feeling soft yet firm texture. She suddenly became flustered, her body going limp as she leaned against me. I
kissed her flushed cheek, knowing when to stop. Having achieved my goal, I released her. She took
a step back, looking at me with a hint of resentment, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. She said, "You're bad, you bullied
me too."

Her sudden outburst startled me. I realized I had gone too far, and a pang of
sadness welled up inside me. I couldn't help but go over and pull her into my arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I was just
teasing . How could I bully you? I like you so much, otherwise I'd be spending all my time with you, helping you
get business deals everywhere!

" After hearing this, she looked up at me and said, "My sister will kill me if she finds out. Brother-in-law, I know you're
good to me, but I can't betray my sister." I wiped away her tears and said, "No, she won't
know if I don't tell her. Even if she does, it's okay. I love your sister, and I like you too.
What ? Don't cry. If you don't like me, I won't touch you anymore." I released her, and
a hint of disappointment immediately appeared on her face.

I understood the art of playing hard to get, a tactic I often used to woo women. I turned and walked away, my face showing
extreme disappointment. I hadn't taken two steps when I heard her footsteps chasing after me. Then, my sleeve tightened, and she
grabbed my arm, saying, "Are you angry? That's not what I meant." I turned back to her and said, "I'm not angry,
just a little disappointed."

She told me her grievances with bright eyes, saying, "I understand your heart, but I can't.
How can I face my sister? If I wanted to ruin your marriage, it wouldn't have come to this." As she spoke, two streams of tears welled
up . Only then did I realize that she was no longer calling me "brother-in-law" but "you." At the same time,
sensing that she hadn't finished speaking, I pressed her, "What did you say? Ruined my marriage with your sister?"

She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and said, "Let me tell you, ever since the first time you and my sister
came home , and that time you saved the child in the park, I've liked you. But I didn't say anything, and I knew I couldn't do such
a thing. I thought that once you left, I would forget you, but the more I tried to forget, the more I couldn't. I got married to forget you,
but..."

I was speechless after hearing her words. I didn't know what to do. I started to fear that I would hurt her.
We walked silently, until I broke the silence, saying, "Xiangxiang, I really don't know, it's all my fault, but
I truly like you from the bottom of my heart, and I will respect you from now on."

A smile appeared on her face as she said, "I know, you've been with me these past few days, and I'm so
happy . What happens in the future is a matter for the future, but I understand that your feelings for me have been reciprocated, and I'm
content. Let's go!" She hugged my arm, and I felt strangely uncomfortable. I knew deep down that winning
her over wouldn't be difficult, but once I lost my temper, it was hard to control myself. I couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

That Friday, my wife was working the night shift, from 8 pm to 2 am. For safety, she usually
slept in the dormitory provided by her workplace and came back in the morning.

After dinner, my wife tidied up and left. My sister-in-law and I sat watching TV. The boring show made
us chat as we watched, starting with asking about her work, and then naturally shifting the topic to her marriage.

“Xiangxiang, you shouldn’t have done that. Even if you’re going to look for someone, you should find someone better. You’re so pretty, you’re not afraid of not
finding
anyone.” I brought up what she had said by the river last time. She immediately understood what I meant and said, “It’s all in the past. Isn’t everything fine now? It was my own choice, and I don’t blame
you.” “But I’ve been blaming myself lately, feeling like I’ve let you down,” I said from the bottom of my heart.

“Okay, be a man, okay? I haven’t done anything, but you’re acting like a woman,” I said, my voice tinged with
sweetness . Perhaps feeling a little awkward or uncomfortable, she said, “I’m going online,” and
went to my workspace. (It’s actually a simple study where I often go online; it will be my son’s
study .

) I watched her petite figure as she walked away, thinking how wonderful it was that she had such a magnanimous heart. Many men might not
be so open-minded. But then again, it was because she and that man didn’t have a strong emotional foundation, and
he was a heavy drinker who didn’t appreciate her and was messing around outside. Now that she’s with the person she loves, her
temperament , mood, and rationality are all much better.

As I was lost in thought, she called to me from the inner room, "Brother-in-law, come and see what's wrong?" I got up and went into the room. I
saw that she had been browsing some website, and a bunch of pop-up ads were appearing. She couldn't even close them all. I quickly turned on
my antivirus software, closed all the web pages, and immediately ran an antivirus scan. Sure enough, two ads were detected. She seemed a little embarrassed. I didn't scold her; I
just casually asked, "What website were you browsing? It must be porn."

"No, it was a chat site. There was a shopping ad, and I wanted to see what they sold, but then I clicked on it and this
happened," she said anxiously. By then, I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. Because of our position, I
could only stand behind her, leaning forward, so I was very close to her. She exuded
a faint, uniquely feminine fragrance and the scent of shampoo. The smell made my nerves start to race with excitement and
arousal.

Seeing that she didn't get a response, she turned to look at me, her face bumping into my nose. It felt like I
'd been punched in the face; a throbbing, slightly dizzy sensation made me groan, my head snapping back as if in a cramp.
I covered my nose with both hands, feeling a burning, itchy sensation in my nasal cavity, and something was flowing out.

She was also quite shaken; she cried out softly and covered the area above her ear, but still looked at me with concern.
She jumped up suddenly, saying, "Quick, oh dear, it's bleeding!" She pulled me towards the bathroom, and I followed her
. She quickly helped me wash, saying as she did so, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I told
her it was okay.

After she finished washing me up, she had me lie on the sofa. Then she folded a damp, cool towel and placed it on my
forehead to stop the bleeding. Because she wasn't tall and was half-bent over, her face was directly
in front of mine. The warm breath she exhaled was on my face. At the same time, because she was looking down, her loose-fitting clothes
hung down, leaving a lot of space in front of her chest. This allowed me to see her breasts, which her coffee-colored bra
couldn't completely cover.

Her breasts weren't very large; they were only considered relatively full for a Chinese woman. At that moment,
the white, aroused a strong desire in me. A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen to my brain. A
desire to embrace her was fighting with another part of my conscience. My conscience made me close my eyes,
while the other part of me kept picturing her alluring, naked figure in my mind.

Her getting up gave me temporary relief, but as she placed the towel, which she had just rinsed with cold water, on my forehead
again , she sat down on the sofa next to me. Her firm, elastic buttocks
transmitted her body heat to me through the thin fabric.

I couldn't take it anymore and said, "Xiangxiang, go take a shower, I'm fine." She still seemed
guilty, asking if I was still in pain. I told her I was fine, and only then did she go to shower.

I lay on the sofa, my mind constantly imagining her petite, naked body in the bathroom.
Men are sometimes contradictory, especially when they still have reason and morality. I didn't know what to do at that moment. Deep down,
I quite liked this sister-in-law, but I felt a little guilty towards the two sisters .
The scent emanating from her was very attractive to me.

Just as I was lost in thought, she came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of clean, washed brown
underwear. Why don't you take a shower first? I can clean the bathroom after you're done." Then she
went to the balcony to hang things to dry.

I came out of the shower and she was wearing my wife's cotton pajamas, sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing me, she
got up went to the bathroom.

I sat down and saw she had already made me fresh tea. I was wearing a t-shirt and square-leg shorts, comfortably
leaning back on the sofa. A little while later, she took my washed underwear to the balcony. I then remembered that I
habitually put my underwear in the basin.

She quickly returned to the sofa and sat on the small sofa next to me. I could only say, "Thank you."
"What?" she looked at me, puzzled.

"You washed my socks and shorts," I subconsciously probed again. She seemed indifferent,
saying, "It was nothing, otherwise my sister would have to wash them when she gets back."

My eyes couldn't help but linger on her. A woman who has just showered is really attractive, perhaps because...
At home, I could see the outlines of her two protruding nipples. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, which gave me quite
a shock. I started to wonder if she was wearing underwear under her pajama bottoms.

She probably sensed my gaze slowly undressing her. She turned to look at me, and
when she confirmed my gaze was wandering over her body with ill intent, she instinctively shrank back slightly, then
calmly masked her racing heart, saying, "Why are you looking at me instead of watching TV?"

I smiled and said, "You're pretty, aren't you? You look especially attractive after your shower." "You're so annoying.
Looks like your nose doesn't hurt anymore," she tried to change the subject.

I gently pressed my nose, looking at her and saying, "You bumped into me pretty hard, but it's okay
now ." I looked at her with eyes full of love and desire. The moment
our eyes met, she read my thoughts—a look any woman could see. She blushed instantly.

I couldn't help but say to her, "Xiangxiang, would you like to sit next to me?" She
looked at me with expectant yet shy eyes and said, "No," while appearing very hesitant, unsure whether to sit down or
leave immediately.

I held my breath, trying to gather all the blood in my body to my head, hoping to make my nose bleed again.
Her flustered state gave me time. Just as she stood up and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm going to sleep now,"
preparing to leave, she turned back to look at me with a hint of reluctance.

I successfully made blood flow from my nostrils in that instant. The warm sensation made me feel that I would definitely have her
tonight . Sure enough, when she saw the blood on my upper lip, she became very tense and decisive.
She quickened her pace to leave, saying, "You're bleeding from your nose again."

As she bent down to place a cold, damp towel on my forehead, I no longer wanted to miss any opportunity
to embrace . The sudden action caught her off guard, and she fell onto me, crying out, "No,
don't do this!" I no longer wanted to control my desire with reason, and I kissed her warm, wet lips directly.

She struggled, trying to escape my kiss, but I held her petite body, flipped her over
, and pressed her onto the sofa. This was easy for me, given her light weight and my frequent arousal.

I held her tightly with one arm, forcefully sucking the air from her chest. She pounded on my
shoulders and back, her blows gradually weakening. I took her tongue, which she helplessly extended, into my mouth and sucked on it repeatedly. She began
to quiet down; her hands stopped pounding and instead embraced me, letting out a helpless groan, because I
had already grasped her incredibly soft breasts under her pajamas.

I gently yet firmly grasped her breasts; they felt so soft and smooth. After kneading them a few times,
I pinched her nipples, which were already hardening like longan seeds, with my fingers. At this, she reacted with extreme sensitivity
, letting out a loud moan from her throat. At the same time, she reached outside her clothes and grabbed my hand, pulling away from my kiss, saying, "No, don't do this,
brother-in-law, please, I can't betray my sister."

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