My wife's cousin came to my house

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It was autumn of 1999. The sky was high and clear, unlike the smog of today. The sky was a truly deep blue, with light clouds. In this season of harvest, I had my first woman besides my wife! Life is full of firsts, and many firsts feel magical. The magic lies in the fact that although countless others have come and gone since, none have brought back that feeling. That feeling is unique and irreplaceable.
At that time, my wife was over six months pregnant. Her cousin, Yanzi, had gotten divorced because she hadn't been able to conceive after many years of marriage—a situation looked down upon in our small northern county. We all knew the problem wasn't with Yanzi, but with her ex-husband. He had seen doctors for years without success, and had even developed other problems—often taking his frustrations out on his wife. Before their divorce, after their last argument, Yanzi came to stay with us. My mother-in-law was also staying with us at the time. After dinner, I confided my grievances to them, and my wife said she wanted a divorce, that she wouldn't live with him anymore, that he was too bullying her, and that she'd introduce me to someone else, etc. I felt sorry for Yanzi; such a good woman was being bullied, and I felt very uncomfortable. At the same time, I thought my wife's words were a bit excessive and I couldn't agree with them. People say you should advise reconciliation, not separation; how could you advise someone to divorce?
Later, Yanzi came to our house again and told us that she really was divorced and was now a free person. My wife was very happy and said, "Stay with me for now; I'm about to give birth and need someone to take care of me." I was actually quite conflicted; I was happy for Yanzi, but also felt sorry for her. Yanzi's mother passed away when she was 10 years old, and she lived with her mother-in-law. She and my wife were very close. She was considerate, gentle, and kind-hearted. Sometimes I felt that God was very unfair to her.
One day, on my way home from work, I had a motorcycle accident; the motorcycle overturned, and I fell, dislocating my arm. I had to take leave to rest. My dislocated arm had been there for too long, causing a ligament strain; I couldn't lift it and couldn't get dressed. My wife, heavily pregnant and unable to move easily, also had to take care of me. My cousin's presence was incredibly helpful; she could look after both of us. She was diligent, meticulous, and conscientious, taking excellent care of us.
I was in my early thirties then, at the peak of my sexual desire. Just being near a woman's body would make me hard, and I'd want to have sex. After a week in bed, I could move around a bit, but I still couldn't take care of myself. A week without sex was unbearable. Seeing two women around would arouse me, and I'd have sexual fantasies when I closed my eyes. I fantasized about fucking my wife from behind, imagining her moaning, my penis hard as a board. Sometimes, Yanzi would blush and giggle when she saw me like that. Occasionally, when changing my clothes, she'd deliberately tease me, making me feel embarrassed, then run out laughing and seriously tell my wife that her brother-in-law was being indecent. When my wife scolds me, she winks at me mischievously. It immediately reminds me of my cousin teasing me during our wedding procession; I thought she was very beautiful back then.
That night, touching my wife's big belly, I wanted to have sex with her, but her vagina was already wet, and she wouldn't let me, saying it wasn't good for the baby. We could only have oral sex, kissing each other's genitals to please each other. During orgasm, my wife moaned and screamed loudly, even more seductive than before. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth. Afterwards, we held each other tenderly, and my wife playfully asked if Yanzi could hear her moans. I was startled; I was so focused on the pleasure that I forgot my cousin was sleeping next door. I said, "Then why were you moaning so loudly? I don't think you've ever been that loud before. Were you trying to provoke your cousin?" My wife stuck out her tongue at me and nestled in my arms without saying a word.
The next morning after breakfast, my wife said she was going for a medical check-up, and my cousin stayed home to take care of me. It was a bright and sunny day, the sky exceptionally blue, and the sunlight streaming into the bedroom felt warm. Yanzi suggested, "Brother-in-law, let's get some sun," and then stood by the bed and helped me sit up. Yanzi was wearing pajamas without a bra, and her breasts swayed inside her clothes—they were so full! My lower body instantly became hard, like a stick. I was startled and felt incredibly embarrassed. Yanzi saw it too, and pouting, said, "Brother-in-law, you're such a pervert!" I felt my face burning, and I didn't dare move. The room was utterly silent, except for the sound of our heartbeats. Silence… time seemed to stand still. I felt ashamed and didn't dare look at Yanzi... "Pfft," Yanzi laughed, her face flushed, breaking the awkward silence. She leaned down and looked at me slyly, saying, "Didn't you do enough last night?" I didn't answer, just looked back at her and changed the subject, saying, "The sunlight shines on you, you look so beautiful." Yanzi lowered her head, staring at her toes, and said, "Where is it beautiful?" "Everything is beautiful!" I blurted out, and the air seemed to freeze again. We stared at each other, and I cursed myself for being so brainless. How could I blurt out such sweet nothings to my wife? Yanzi suddenly pounced into my arms, pinning me down. Her breasts blocked my mouth, her hands caressing my head, her warm breath seeping into my hair and my heart. I held her, kissing her breasts, my tongue occasionally brushing against her nipples. Yanzi's breathing became rapid, and she made muffled "woo-woo" sounds. She began to resist, breaking free from my embrace, squatting down, looking at me, cupping my face, gazing at me, and then suddenly kissing my lips with her sexy lips. Her soft, cool, and slippery tongue slipped into my mouth, and we passionately sucked on each other's tongues, making slurping sounds, our saliva mixing and being swallowed. We forgot about the outside world, kissing passionately... With a soft "oh," we separated, panting, and Yanzi sat on the edge of the bed. She unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing her fair body. Her breasts bounced and swayed before my eyes… I was stunned the moment she took off her pajama bottoms. Her lower body was so clean; a few sparse pubic hairs couldn't even cover her rosy nipples. Her labia were particularly large, with a very small opening, and a glistening line of moisture hung between her legs. I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry… She was so beautiful, like a white steamed bun, her vulva high and not dark at all, the pink flesh like a bud about to bloom. Yanzi blushed and pulled down my pajama bottoms, gently stroking my penis with her hand, her lips lightly touching mine. I shuddered as if electrocuted. I reached out and stroked her buttocks, rubbing her vulva back and forth. It was wet, my fingers covered in sticky fluid. My breathing quickened, my penis throbbed painfully, desperately needing to penetrate her vagina. I felt my eyes turning red… “Brother-in-law, don’t rush. This is your first time. We should enjoy the wonderful feeling of fucking,” Yanzi said breathlessly. After saying that, she took my penis into her mouth. The warm sensation spread throughout my body, my blood surged, and I felt no teeth at all. Watching my penis being swallowed and released in her mouth, I felt completely relaxed, and I had an urge to shout... I couldn't move easily, so I could only pull her buttocks towards me and kiss her, my lips roaming over her labia. Occasionally, I would suck on her clitoris, and Yanzi would tremble, her lips tightening, her breathing becoming more rapid, and her body beginning to flush red, turning pink in the sunlight... Suddenly, Yanzi released my penis. She said urgently, "Give it to me quickly, brother-in-law!" She flipped over and straddled me, lifting her buttocks, spreading her labia with her hands, and suddenly sat down, penetrating me completely. We both cried out "Ah!" at the same time. She stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, her buttocks moving up and down. I could see my penis throbbing inside her vagina, and I was incredibly excited... We French kissed, our lower bodies intertwined, thrusting, the "plop" sounds filling the room. I rubbed her big breasts with my hands, longing to taste the pink grapes. My lips left hers, and I looked up to bite the grapes. Yanzi sat up, my lower body still inside her vagina. She slowly lifted my upper body, worried that my penis would fall out, so that I was sitting and she was straddling me, our upper bodies pressed tightly together. She lifted her breasts, and I took her nipple into my mouth. "Ah!" she cried out, panting, "Fuck me, brother-in-law, fuck me!" Our lower bodies moved, intercourse, and we cried out, "Fuck you...fuck you..." becoming more and more excited, losing ourselves in the moment... Suddenly her body tensed, and she cried out, "Faster...harder...fuck me...brother...brother, come...coming...", her whole body trembling, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, feeling a surge of... A warm spray hit my glans, and I trembled all over. My penis instantly ejaculated, the glans throbbing and gushing, streams of semen shooting deep into my vagina… We lay limp on the bed, quietly enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking… Yanzi looked up and smiled shyly at me, her eyes full of happiness. Her fingers slid and rubbed against my chest, her tongue licking my nipple, sending a tingling sensation through my teeth. I quickly covered my nipple, and Yanzi winked at me slyly. I had a bad feeling; they had tricked me—because only my wife knew I was afraid of breast licking. "Brother-in-law, you're so good, it feels so good!" Yanzi whispered, kissing my earlobe. I remained silent, not responding. She licked my earlobe with her tongue and said, "Don't be afraid, my sister agreed, you silly boy!" I still remained silent. Yanzi continued, "My sister knows you're addicted, but she's not physically able to give it to you, and she's worried you'll find other women outside. She saw I was also feeling pent up and craving sex, so she discussed it with me about letting you fuck me. It's like keeping the good stuff in the family, and she can keep an eye on us. She feels at ease!" Only then did I understand why my wife had acted that way last night.
I held Yanzi's head and kissed her, our tongues intertwining, sometimes entwined, sometimes dodging, our eyes fixed on each other, gazing deeply, thirstily sucking each other's saliva... I tasted her tongue, my hands kneading her breasts. Yanzi's breasts were full, but they felt incredibly comfortable to touch. I deliberately left a gap, letting her nipples peek out from between my fingers. Yanzi's heartbeat traveled through her breasts to my hands, and I pinched her nipples in rhythm with her heartbeat. The soft nipples hardened under my fingers, offering a different sensation. Yanzi's lips pressed tightly against mine, our tongues still tirelessly swirling together. I thrust my lower body forward, and Yanzi cooperated as best she could. We panted, we moved, body on top of body, flesh within flesh, a feeling of pure bliss. Because my penis hadn't been withdrawn from Yanzi's vagina, it was very wet, slick with my semen. My right hand released her breast and moved to the point where our bodies met, finding her clitoris. "Mmm...mmm..." Just as I released her lips, she let out a satisfied moan. I exerted all my strength, aiming for more contact between my penis and her vagina, to create a stronger pleasure. The head of my penis rubbed against her cervix, the shaft constantly rubbing against the vaginal walls with each movement. "Ah, brother-in-law... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming... I'm coming... Brother-in-law..." Yanzi was finally conquered by me once again. Her vagina contracted in waves, enveloping my penis. I quickly thrust a few times and ejaculated into her vagina. We fell onto the bed together, and I pulled out my penis. Yanzi lay opposite me, her legs spread apart, and pale yellow semen slowly flowed from her vaginal opening. Because she didn't have thick pubic hair, her pubic area was bare and raised, so the semen was very noticeable. "Ugh, still looking? You ejaculated inside me again. I'm afraid I'll get pregnant." Yanzi said, casually picking up a nightgown from the bed and wiping her vaginal opening. I stared blankly at the pale yellow liquid flowing from her vaginal opening, like small round beans, not water. There was so much; it felt like the most I had ever ejaculated in my life.
The room reeked of semen and vaginal fluids, making me feel like my life was utterly decadent. I asked Yanzi to open the window to let in some fresh air. "Brother-in-law, are you worried my sister will smell it?" Yanzi said mischievously with a smile. I said guiltily, "No, it's just too smelly, I need some fresh air." No way, I thought to myself. Yanzi opened the window naked, the sunlight casting a halo around her, making her look like an angel. "My God! So beautiful," I said casually. "Do you like it?" "Yes." "Then I'll spend more time with you from now on, and drain you dry!" Yanzi exclaimed, then took a tissue to wipe my penis. After wiping it, I held it in my hand; it felt warm, like I'd found home.
Yanzi bent down and rubbed her face against my penis. "Brother-in-law, I love it! I haven't had it in over three months!" Yanzi glanced at me sideways and said, "Then you can eat as much as you want once you're pregnant!" She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand still not letting go. "Put my pajama bottoms on." I said, "No way! You'll regret it after we're done!" she teased. I said, "It'll be so embarrassing if your sister sees."
"You're shy!" Yanzi persisted, "Yanzi is the best, the most lovable!" I had no choice but to surrender; I couldn't win an argument with her. "Your sister-in-law's butt crack is half of your brother-in-law's, and now it's all yours, and you're still acting cute!" Despite her words, Yanzi still helped me put on my pajama bottoms, changed into her own pajamas, lay down beside me, and kept smiling at me... From then on, my wife let me sleep in the same room as Yanzi. When we made love at night, my wife would peek in, sometimes even joining in, but most of the time she helped Yanzi until the baby was born.
Later, the two sisters slept in one room to take care of the baby, while I slept in another room, all alone. Watching them busy, my heart was filled with happiness!
In the summer of 2000, Yanzi got a boyfriend. They rented a place and lived outside, occasionally coming back to stay one night. I usually made room for the two sisters so they could talk and share their feelings. Perhaps feeling sorry for them, Yanzi got married in the fall, and we never made love again.
Later, Yanzi had a child, a boy. Her husband's business flourished, and gradually we only kept in touch by phone, QQ, and WeChat. Sometimes, even sending a simple "I miss you" made me nervous; the former ease and warmth were gone. Yanzi was still her mischievous self, always finding an opportunity to steal a sly glance at me and give me a wicked smile during family gatherings. I'm so grateful for you, my dear sister. Thank you for the time we spent together; I will never forget it!
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