He took in his sister-in-law

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In this world, every gain has its loss; in reality, no one can truly escape this hurdle. For example, being an official means bearing corresponding responsibilities (whether it's an emperor in feudal times or an ordinary citizen in modern society), while not being an official means being free from all burdens; wanting to get rich means being obsessed with money (because you need to be busy making money), while those without money have more freedom… This gives rise to many opposing terms, such as big and small, many and few, black and white, water and fire, hot and cold, and so on. Some colors aren't so absolute, but they are still opposites, such as pink and light green, clear and blurry, etc… My sister-in-law and I went from passionate infidelity to parting ways, afraid to cross the line, turning pale at the mere mention of her name. Is this right or wrong? Please, dear readers, judge.

I got married in the mid-1980s. When we got married, my sister-in-law was still a child (a big child), with two pigtails, big, bright eyes, a round, rosy face, always following me around, calling me "brother-in-law," very endearing.

At that time, my father-in-law retired and returned to his hometown (where they had always lived), where he cultivated a few acres of private land. During the summer harvest, after the wheat was harvested, it was placed on the threshing ground at the edge of the village. On a good day, it was left to dry in the sun, then threshed using a threshing roller and winnowed with wooden shovels, using the resulting wind to separate the chaff from the wheat. Pulling the threshing roller mainly required livestock; if there were no animals, manpower was used, usually requiring two people. This was heavy physical labor, so naturally, I, a strong young man, participated. My sister-in-law and I pulled the threshing roller together. The roller was wider at one end than the other, and it would automatically rotate as it was pulled. Under the sun, when my sister-in-law pulled the roller, she would often brush against me. In summer, clothes are thinner, and through two layers of clothing, it naturally felt like our bodies were touching. My father-in-law was right there, so even if she had feelings for me, I didn't dare to act impulsively. I had to desperately suppress my feelings, lest I spontaneously arouse my urges and give myself away, which would be incredibly embarrassing. That would be truly agonizing!

After the baby was born, I found my sister-in-law a temporary job. Naturally, she moved into our house. At that time, I lived in a two-room house allocated by my work unit. It was an inner and outer room, separated by a door. The large bed inside was my wife's and my bedroom. There was a small bed outside, where my sister-in-law slept. Anyway, I knew my sister-in-law had feelings for me, so I often went to her bedside in the evenings or mornings, caressing her breasts and kissing her lips. My sister-in-law didn't object; instead, she would put her arms around my neck and kiss me back. She seemed to enjoy it very much.

At that time, because the baby was young and my wife had to work, my sister-in-law often used her spare time to take care of the baby. After my wife went to work, while the baby was still sleeping, my sister-in-law would come directly to our large bed and let the baby continue sleeping. My work was relatively flexible, and when I came home after work and saw my sister-in-law sleeping in our bed, I would go to the window and hug and kiss her. My sister-in-law was very cooperative, and we kissed for a long time. Then I pulled down her underwear and was about to mount her. Just then, a colleague from the office came in and asked me to go back to the office. Just like that, the duck I was about to get flew away. No worries, there's plenty of time and opportunity. Since my sister-in-law is interested in me, I'll get her eventually.

One day, my sister-in-law was doing laundry for me at home. My wife had gone to work, and my sister-in-law was home alone. Seeing that the conditions were right, I took my sister-in-law into my bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. I truly loved my sister-in-law. As we kissed after taking off her clothes, I asked her, "Are you still a virgin?" What I meant was that as long as she was a virgin, I would save her first time for her future husband, so that she would be happy for the rest of her life. Perhaps my sister-in-law misunderstood me; she got up, dressed, and ran out of the house. My wife and I searched for a long time before we finally found my sister-in-law with her red and swollen eyes from crying.

When I got back, I didn't explain anything to my sister-in-law. To this day, she still doesn't understand my good intentions.

Back then, I often played cards with my colleagues outside. I'd come home very late, and my wife would already be asleep. My sister-in-law had already moved to a small house outside. When I got back, I rushed to her bedside: "Move over a bit!" Seeing it was me, she quickly said, "Shourong is here." (Shourong is my wife's uncle's cousin. Her name is Huang Shourong, and she used to help me with my child. She used to live with us.) I said "Oh," and hurried back to the master bedroom. I was so worried; if another sister-in-law found out, it wouldn't end well.

When the child was young, we often went back to her parents' house. Her parents' house was in a small village in a remote town. One time, we were driving back from her parents' house at night. Given the transportation conditions back then, there were naturally no cars at night. We drove back from her parents' house, which was about seven or eight miles away. My sister-in-law and I... We took turns carrying the baby, while my wife and mother-in-law walked ahead alone. Taking advantage of the baby-carrying opportunities, I took advantage of my sister-in-law's chest, casually kneading and pressing her breasts. My sister-in-law was already eighteen. Her breasts were firm, perky, and very elastic. They felt wonderful to the touch. We carried the baby, taking advantage of the opportunity to grab her breasts for amusement, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. My sister-in-law's face was flushed, as if painted red.

After returning home from my mother-in-law's house, I began planning to cross the final line with my sister-in-law and take her as my own

. That night, I deliberately played cards until very late before going home, specifically to see my sister-in-law. When I got home, I first checked the master bedroom to see if my wife was really asleep. After that, I tiptoed to my sister-in-law's bedroom. The door was open. My sister-in-law always leaves the door open for me.

I turned on the light and saw my sister-in-law's flushed face, radiating youthful vitality. I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her. My sister-in-law opened her eyes, saw it was me, and pulled me onto the bed. We kissed passionately. While kissing my sister-in-law's lips, I caressed her... Touching my sister-in-law's breasts, I kissed her with loud "tsk tsk" sounds.

After kissing her lips, I moved down to her feet, kissing my way up from her toes. Her calves, thighs, vulva, abdomen, breasts, and then her lips. Our tongues intertwined.

My sister-in-law's eyes were closed; she looked so beautiful.

I touched her vulva with my fingers, feeling it was already wet, and prepared to mount her. I aimed my glans at her vulva and rubbed it back and forth a few times. At that moment, a sharp shout rang out: "Li Mingjian, what have you done!"

I quickly rolled off my sister-in-law and knelt before my wife: "My dear wife, I was wrong! Please have mercy on me!"

"Guizhi lives in our house, dependent on us, and you still treat her like this. Are you even human?!" My sister-in-law called out to Miao Guizhi.

"It's all my fault. I'll never do it again. Please let me go! " My

wife burst into tears, tearfully recounting the past, crying and cursing. I listened, forcing myself to listen. Why was I so pathetic? I didn't need to be so invested in foreplay! At the very last moment, with a thud, my lifeline was seized by my wife.

Was it fate? I had several chances, all so good, but I just couldn't penetrate her. Regret, regret!

Although I had several women afterward, I was terrified of my sister-in-law. Because my wife was always watching me, I didn't dare even touch her buttocks when I was with her. Ultimately, I never took the final step.

My view of women is different from most people. I believe all women are exceptional. A woman's honeypot… It's a delicate organ, the most precious thing. Once the final boundary is crossed, when a man and woman unite, it must be treated with life itself.

Although my sister-in-law and I didn't cross that final boundary, during the duration of our love affair, she gave me everything she wanted, allowing me to take as I pleased, which was almost the same as crossing that boundary. Therefore, in my heart, I always cherished her. This relationship with my sister-in-law can no longer continue. But I can never forget her.

Is it because we weren't meant to be? Back then, we were so affectionate, touching each other's hymens, kissing and caressing, like it was everyday life, like having a wife at any time. But if we were meant to be, why didn't we enter each other's bodies?

I can't understand it. I won't bother trying to figure it out anymore. Anyway, knowing what I want, what's lost isn't necessarily a blessing in disguise. Maybe there will be a next life. If there is an afterlife, we'll go crazy again. Then, I won't consider the consequences; I'll definitely mount her, go all the way, and thrust in and out to my heart's content. I'll let my sister-in-law experience the pleasure of sex, the true love of humanity. Just massaging her breasts and kissing her lips isn't what we want. We need to enter each other's bodies and achieve perfect union.

My sister-in-law's body is already deeply etched in my mind, indelible. Every time I think of her, it's as if she's right before my eyes. Those pert breasts, that smooth belly, that beautiful, heavenly vulva, that pretty face—these have all changed with the passing years. Engraved in my heart, my sister-in-law has long been defined as the embodiment of beauty, in my heart, in my memory, in my mind, she will accompany me for life.

I wonder if my sister-in-law can sense my love.

I love you so much, I think of you so much, but do you know my heart? My love? My lifelong pursuit?

There's no medicine for regret in this world, and even if there were, no one would buy it. Because what's lost is lost. There's no afterlife, no future.

Between gain and loss, what will I gain?

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