Sister-in-law on the bus

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My name is Huang An. My appearance isn't exactly beautifying, but it certainly won't detract from the city's appearance. I currently live and work in S City with my wife.

That year, I was still in high school. It was a Friday, and as usual, after school, I boarded the bus to G Town. Shortly after the bus left the station, as it passed the county hospital, a young woman got on.

When I saw her clearly, my eyes lit up, and I waved to her, "Sister-in-law! There's a seat here." Saying this, I moved to a window seat, leaving the seat next to me empty. "What a coincidence, you're in the county too!"

My sister-in-law married my eleventh cousin five years ago. Because I'm the twelfth child, I always call her sister-in-law, which means "little sister-in-law." She was about 1.65 meters tall, with fair skin, long hair, and an oval face, but not very pointed; it was rather round. Her breasts weren't large, but by our standards, they were above average. That day, when she got out of the wedding car, I simply couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman really existed! Perhaps it's because I grew up in the countryside, where I mostly saw farm women with rough, dark skin. Seeing a beautiful young woman with delicate skin, light makeup, and a wedding dress was a stark contrast, and I was utterly awestruck. At that moment, I set my first life goal: when I grew up, I would marry a woman like my sister-in-law.

"Yes! I'm here for a checkup at the hospital." My sister-in-law tightened her skirt and sat down beside me. "Huang An, are you going home today?"

She was wearing a black skirt, a white short-sleeved t-shirt, and low-heeled sandals. Overall, she should have looked youthful, vibrant, and energetic. However, she seemed unwell today; her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. She looked preoccupied.

I looked at her and nodded. "Yes, it's Friday today. I'm going home for a couple of days." After saying that, I thought for a moment and then asked, "Is your wife feeling unwell?"

My wife looked down at a report in her hand. "No, just a physical exam."

"Oh!"

Actually, I also glanced at the report in her hand. It said it was a fertility test.

I knew very well that my wife hadn't had a very happy life these past few years, mainly because of having children. Although my cousin was doing business away from home, he came home three to five times a month. Logically, she should have been able to conceive by now, after five years. But they just couldn't have children. Obviously, one of them must have fertility problems. However, people in the countryside have old-fashioned ideas, and their first thought is always about the woman. So my aunt always said in the village that it was because of her. Over time, many of the more gossipy men and women in the village started saying behind her back that she was a "childless woman," which eventually became the fuse for her and my aunt to have small arguments every two days and big arguments every three days. "...Sobbing... Waaah..." My sister-in
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law suddenly slumped against the back of the seat opposite me and started crying. Instantly, everyone on the bus looked over, some even giving me strange looks.

I knew she was very upset; after being cursed behind her back for so many years, the sudden realization of her injustice was heartbreaking. I didn't comfort her, nor did I know how, I just silently handed her a tissue.

"Thank you!" She took the tissue and wiped her tears, then looked at me: "Why don't I sit inside?"

"Okay!" I replied, picked up my backpack, and switched seats with her.

"Sobbing... Waaah..." As soon as she sat down, she slumped against the back of the seat and started crying again, though she tried to suppress her sobs, her body was trembling, clearly she was very upset.

I've always considered myself an honest person, and everyone who knows me says so, so I'm really not good at comforting people. I could only hand her another tissue.

Time heals all wounds. As time passed, she gradually stopped sobbing. She looked up and took my tissue again: "Doesn't it look ugly when you cry, sister-in-law?"

"No, you look beautiful even when you cry!" Honestly, I really did think she looked beautiful when she cried.

After I said that, she suddenly smiled through her tears: "Then why do you always keep your head down?"

"Oh, I see you crying so sadly, but I can't help you, so I feel sad too." Actually, this was half true and half false. I couldn't very well tell her that I was looking at her cleavage. But seeing her cry did make me quite sad.

"Thank you!" After saying that, she turned to look out the window, seemingly lost in thought. But after a while, she turned back to look at me: "Am I really pretty?"

"Yes!" I looked at her and nodded.

"Am I prettier than your girlfriend?"

I smiled awkwardly: "I've never had a girlfriend!" This was my biggest pain; I really had never had a girlfriend.

"Don't be sad, next time your sister-in-law will introduce you to a beautiful girl as your girlfriend." Her tone was a little apologetic, probably because she thought she had touched a sore spot.

I looked at her seriously and smiled, "Am I prettier than you, sister-in-law?"

"Okay, stop teasing me, don't I know how pretty I am!"

She said that, but I could tell she was in a much better mood, and she even carefully tidied her hair. We mostly talked about everyday things, like how I was doing at school and how my studies were going.
Suddenly,

she asked rather abruptly, "Huang An, do you have a girl you like?"

I looked at her, unsure how to answer. I couldn't very well tell her I liked her! But I still blurted out, "Yes."

"What does she look like?" my sister-in-law pressed on.

I scratched my head, glanced at her, and then turned away shyly, "She looks a lot like you."

My sister-in-law looked at me with some surprise, "Did you ever pursue her?"

Her question made me feel a little sad. I looked at the back of the chair opposite me, head down. "She has a boyfriend."

"Then just poach her! Huang An is so handsome, he'll definitely get her easily."

I didn't respond, just smiled at her and silently turned my head away.

The bus ride from the county town to G town takes about an hour and a half. We chatted casually for a while, but I lacked life experience and didn't have many topics to discuss. Soon she started to feel sleepy and fell asleep looking out the window.

My sister-in-law's neckline was very low, and I could see two alluring glimpses of white flesh and that captivating cleavage when I looked down.

At first, she slept with the window open, but as the road conditions worsened and the bus became quite bumpy,

"Is it pretty?" Just as I was engrossed in looking at her, my sister-in-law's voice suddenly reached my ears. I was startled and didn't know how to answer. I awkwardly smiled at her and lowered my head, not daring to look at her again.

"It's a bit bumpy by the window, I'll lean on you for a while," my sister-in-law said, and before I could reply,

she leaned on my shoulder. My goddess was nestled on my shoulder, and the excitement I felt was indescribable. I slowly turned my head to look at her, afraid that any sudden movement would scare her away. When I turned, she opened her eyes, glanced at me, adjusted her position, and went back to sleep.

She was so beautiful, and I really wanted to touch her face, but I didn't dare. Perhaps because the car was so bumpy, after a while she naturally took my right arm. I was also wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, and it was the first time I had touched her skin—so soft and smooth. I couldn't resist reaching out my left hand and touching her arm.

I felt her hand flinch slightly when I touched her, and I was startled, pulling my hand back as my heart raced. However, seeing that she didn't open her eyes, I reached out again. At first, I only lightly traced her skin with my fingers, but as my heartbeat calmed down, I became increasingly audacious—yes, increasingly audacious. I always thought of myself as a gentleman, but at that moment I became a complete scoundrel. I began to half-grab her arm and reach forward, until I touched her palm. Her two hands were roughly clasped together, placed on her fair leg.

I gently caressed her fingers, but she still didn't react. Feeling encouraged, I gently placed my hand on her leg. I nervously watched her, not daring to move. But as time passed, and the car bumped along, she merely adjusted her posture slightly, ignoring the lewd hand on her thigh. My hand trembled slightly, but it began to move. At first, it merely wandered around outside the skirt, but it wasn't satisfied with that; it began to try to penetrate inside. It hovered back and forth along the hem, and finally, it mustered its courage and ventured inside. It stretched forward, but ultimately stopped and quickly withdrew. Because she opened her eyes and looked at me.
I was a sinner! A deep sense of guilt made it impossible for me to look her in the eye. I wanted to find a place to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. I could only lower my head and remain silent. I didn't know if she was still looking at me, I didn't know how much time had passed, or where the train was, until the conductor's voice rang out: "G Town has arrived..." What had to be faced had to be faced. I looked up at her, but she was asleep, sleeping soundly, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth! I mustered my courage and gently patted her arm: "Sister-in-law, we're here!" "Ah! We're here?" She opened her eyes, a little dazed, and looked around: "Give me another tissue." Although the car had entered G town, it was still some distance from the intersection where we were to get off. After wiping the water from the corner of her mouth, she began to tidy her clothes and hair. The car stopped. "Want a ride?" A three-wheeled motorcycle stopped beside us. "Ah!" The three-wheeled motorcycle sped along the bumpy road, so bumpy that her buttocks were thrown off the seat, startling her and making her scream. Her breasts bounced up and down in front of my eyes, drawing my gaze once again. I didn't feel the bumps at all; I quietly looked at her, wondering why I suddenly blurted out, "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful!" She smiled, somewhat flattered: "You're so sweet-talking!" Then she focused on holding onto the seat to prevent herself from being thrown off. The car would always stop eventually, and we would eventually arrive home. [The End]

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