I slept with my brother-in-law's sister.

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I fucked my brother-in-law's wife.

I first saw her on my brother-in-law's wedding day. I can't say her real name, so let's call her Ayan. My brother-in-law is average-looking, has a slight stutter, and isn't very wealthy. I don't know what Ayan saw in him. Because we live far apart, I hadn't met her before their wedding; I only met her then at their wedding. Our first conversation was during the newlyweds' toasting ceremony. My brother-in-law and Ayan raised their glasses and called me brother-in-law. I took the wine, drank it, exchanged a few polite words, and wished them a long and happy marriage. Ayan has a round face, fair skin, almond-shaped eyes, and lips painted with lipstick that look like two red orange segments—very sexy and alluring. I really wanted to take a bite. She was wearing a low-cut wedding dress, and when she bent slightly towards me, half of her breasts were exposed—round, full, and with a deep cleavage, extremely seductive. After I finished speaking, I quickly sat down because I realized my penis was aroused; otherwise, I might embarrass myself in public. They went to other tables to toast, and my eyes couldn't help but follow her, admiring her slender waist, full hips, and breasts. She always smiled and exchanged polite words with the guests.

The day after our wedding night, before the newlyweds had even gotten out of bed, I left to go back to work. I didn't see her again until several months later, during the Spring Festival. Winters in Northeast China are extremely cold, and transportation was inconvenient back then. After a whole day's journey, it was completely dark when we arrived home. As my wife and I got off the bus, someone called out, "Big sister's husband!" It was Ayan who had come to pick us up. She was wearing a bright red down jacket, the hood completely covering her head, only her eyes showing. If she hadn't spoken, we wouldn't have recognized her at all. She took the bag from my wife and led us away. The thick cotton coat concealed her good figure.

Enough rambling; I know you don't like this kind of nonsense, let's get straight to the point. There wasn't much to do at home during the Spring Festival; we just drank, played mahjong, and when we couldn't get enough people together, we'd lie on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed) and sleep. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the whole family went to visit relatives. They had originally planned for me to go too, but since we had to feed the pigs, I volunteered to stay. My father-in-law was going to stay, but when he heard I was staying, he readily agreed, saying, "Okay, I haven't visited his family in years. It's only for one day anyway, so you can stay." I stayed, but there was no one I knew there, and nowhere else to go, so I just lay on the kang watching TV out of boredom. The TV programs weren't interesting, and I was just starting to doze off when I heard the gate open. I sat up and saw that it was Ayan, back in her red down jacket, who had flashed into their house. I didn't know why she was back, and since she didn't come to my room, I didn't feel comfortable asking. I just kept watching TV and eventually fell asleep. I don't know how much time had passed when Ayan woke me up, saying, "Brother-in-law, lunch is ready." I sat up to wake myself up, washed my face, and went to eat with her. I casually asked her why she hadn't come along, and she smiled, saying they took a taxi and there wasn't enough room, so I told her I wasn't going. Ah, that's the simple reason. Yes, my in-laws, my wife, and my brother-in-law made up the four of them, and the bus could only seat four. I asked why they didn't take a bus, and she said the buses were too crowded, and she couldn't squeeze on, so she insisted on taking a taxi. Taking a taxi is fine; it's fast and safe. The meal was simple, it's Chinese New Year, just leftovers, reheated. Ayan was wearing a beige, tight-fitting wool sweater, her breasts standing out prominently, and I couldn't help but stare. She clearly noticed my gaze and looked a little embarrassed, saying, "Brother-in-law, would you like some wine?" I said, "Sure, I'm bored, a drink will help me sleep." She laughed and poured me some wine. I said, "You should have some too," but she said no, she doesn't drink. I said, "What's there to be afraid of? It's like drinking water, there's no such thing as being unable to drink." I took a glass and poured her a glass.

To put it bluntly, after one sip of wine, her face turned red. Her cheeks became even more delicate, like a flower, so beautiful. I hadn't thought much about it before, but seeing her like this, my desire stirred again. I deliberately said all sorts of things to urge her to drink, and when she had drunk more than half a glass, she became a little restless, her eyes glazed over. I said, "Ayan, let me help you lie down for a while." She didn't speak, tried to stand up, but her body swayed. I took the opportunity to grab her arm and help her out, into their room. I put her on the bed, and she pulled the covers over herself, ready to sleep. How could I let her sleep like that? I said, "Ayan, have some water." I poured her some water and handed it to her. She reached out to take it, and I took the opportunity to tickle her palm. She smiled at me and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Brother-in-law, you're so naughty." I, also emboldened by the alcohol, said, "Ayan is so beautiful, even more beautiful after drinking." She said, "It's all your fault for making me drink so much." I asked Ayan how things were going with Xiaomin (her brother-in-law), and she said it was alright, that he was quite considerate. I asked how he was considerate. She said she wouldn't tell me. I went over and grabbed her hand, saying, "Ayan, actually, your brother-in-law likes you quite a bit too." Ayan tried to pull her hand away and said, "Brother-in-law, don't talk nonsense." I didn't let go, pretending not to hear what she said, and said, "Ayan's breasts are really big, let your brother-in-law touch them." Her face turned even redder, and she said again, "Brother-in-law, don't talk nonsense." I ignored her and actually touched her breast. She pushed my hand away immediately. I sat down next to her and whispered, "Just once, okay?" She stared at me and said, "Didn't you just touch it?" I said that didn't count, I'll touch it again. She said that wouldn't do, if others found out, I'd lose face. I said, "How could I let others know? No one's coming over, they won't be back until tonight." By this time, I had already placed my hand on the front of her sweater, grabbing one of her breasts, and my other hand was slipping under her clothes. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from putting it inside, saying no, why are you doing this for real? I said, I'll just touch it once. She said, what's so good about touching a breast? I said, of course it's good, just one touch will make me feel good for days. She laughed and said, you men are all lecherous. I said a man who isn't lecherous isn't a man. She pinched my arm hard and said, "I'll let you off easy, you can only touch it once." I laughed and quickly reached my hand inside her clothes to her chest. My other hand reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and grabbed her breasts in my hands. Her breasts were really big, and the milk from not having been breastfed was very elastic. I pulled her into my arms, my hands sliding over her breasts, kneading them wantonly. She closed her eyes slightly, her body soft and weak against my chest, saying, "Okay, I've already pinched it once," but she didn't struggle. By this time, my penis was already hard and erect. I couldn't resist pushing her down onto the bed, pouncing on her, pinning her body beneath me, and sealing her mouth with my own. She kept turning her face away, trying to avoid my mouth. My body was burning with desire. I pushed her clothes up and kissed her exposed breasts incessantly, sucking on her erect nipples. After a while, her body stopped writhing so much, letting me kiss her mouth to mouth, our tongues intertwining. While kissing her, I slipped one hand under her pants and reached for her plump buttocks. Her skin felt incredibly soft and smooth. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and released my throbbing penis. I pulled her hand towards me, but she quickly pulled it back as soon as she touched it. I whispered to her, "Just touch it." She blushed and said, "Dream on, I won't touch you." I didn't force her, and reached over to unbuckle her belt. She waved her hands to stop me, saying, "You only asked to touch my breasts, you're not satisfied." I said, "Let me see down there." She said, "What's so interesting about that?" But in the end, she still let me pull down her pants and waistband. I licked her vulva with my tongue. At first, she covered it tightly with her hands, saying anxiously, "No, how can I use my mouth?" I didn't say anything, just showed her with my actions. Her labia were already swollen and congested with blood. I licked her clitoris until it was as big as a pea, and it was already oozing fluid. I stared into her watery eyes and whispered, "Let me fuck you." She said no. I said, "I can't take it anymore, look." Saying that, I pulled her hand to my penis again. This time she didn't let go, and as I asked, she gently pinched and slowly rubbed it with her fingers, saying softly, "It's scary, so big." I said, "Big is good, big is more comfortable to fuck, I'm going to put it in." This time she didn't refuse anymore, but said in a coquettish voice, "If you fuck me, you can't tell anyone." I said, "Of course." So she completely relaxed. My penis was already as hard as an iron rod, and it easily entered her slippery vagina. After all, she was young and had never given birth, so her vagina was very tight. I put her legs on my shoulders, thrusting my hips up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and then pushed hard to the deepest point every few thrusts. Every time I hit her G-spot, she would let out a soft moan. The pleasure that penetrated to the bone at that moment was truly indescribable. After thrusting for more than ten minutes, she had an orgasm, moaning and groaning. I also felt my lower abdomen tighten and had the urge to ejaculate. I said I was going to cum, and she quickly said not to cum inside. I understood; she was newly married and not pregnant yet, and she was afraid that if I got pregnant, it wouldn't be good. I was thinking the same thing. Later, at the crucial moment, I pulled out and ejaculated on her breasts. She reached for toilet paper from the bedside table, wiping the semen off her nipples as she said, "You cummed so much, you're so strong, it felt so good to fuck you." I didn't even know what an orgasm was when I was with Xiaomin. I lay there, panting heavily, so tired. After resting for a while, seeing that I still had time, I said, "Let's do it one more time." She said, "You're such a glutton, don't you ever feel tired?" This time, we fucked for over twenty minutes, and she came again. Her pussy gripped my cock very tightly, and I said, "Be gentle, you're going to break it." I teased her, asking her to tell me what we were doing. She wouldn't say, so I took my cock out. "If you don't tell me, I won't fuck you anymore." She said, "No, no, I'll tell you, we're fucking." "Who's fucking you?" "It's my brother-in-law, my brother-in-law." "Will you let me fuck you again?" "Yes, yes." "Does your brother-in-law fuck you well?" "Yes, it's so good, my brother-in-law is so good." "What's so good about my brother-in-law? His cock is good." When I was about to ejaculate, I said, "Let me ejaculate in your mouth this time." She wouldn't let me. "Then let me ejaculate on your face." She didn't say anything, so I ejaculated on her face.

After it was over, and I was sober, I started to worry. I quickly got up and dressed. While I was getting dressed, she played with my now limp penis, saying, "Why are you so weak? You shameful thing," and then laughed. I said, "Wait a minute, I'll come back and fuck you again in a bit." She said, "Brother-in-law, I can't do that now, we'll do it another time." I said, "I have to go feed the pigs. I was so focused on feeding you that I forgot about the pigs." She laughed and said, "You're so shameless." During the Spring Festival, we only had this one chance. Although I touched her a few times when no one was looking, it was a pity we never actually did it. I tried to fuck her a few more times after that, but none of them were as memorable as that first time.

After I finished writing the above, I sent it to her on QQ. She said it wasn't well written and that it was more fun when we actually did it.

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