My affair with my wife's younger sister

It's often said that "men love because of sex, and women have sex because of love," but I believe that regardless of gender, there's no difference in attitudes towards sex and love. Both men and women love because of sex and have sex because of love, especially when love and sex are suppressed and forbidden. Many times, in the quiet of the night, as I sleep in my wife's arms, lost in the dreamlike moments of lovemaking, I can't help but think of her, my wife's younger sister, Ying. I don't know whether to repent or cherish this distorted relationship.
Many years ago, when I was in college, I met Xia and fell in love at first sight. We quickly became deeply in love, making vows of eternal love, believing that she was the only one in the world who mattered. But that winter, when I went to her home for the New Year and met Xia's younger sister, Ying, for the first time, I was deeply attracted to her. She resembled Xia in features, but together they possessed a completely different temperament and charm; she was slightly taller than Xia, with more alluring curves, long flowing hair, and bright, ever-smiling eyes.
Xia and I had reached the point of discussing marriage and had already made love; meanwhile, she was deeply in love with her college boyfriend. I could only fantasize in vain. Later, when I made love with Xia, I had to try hard to control myself so as not to call out Ying's name. I loved Xia very much, and even if I had the chance to choose again, I would hardly betray my years-long relationship with Xia. But Ying also intoxicated and tormented me. Whenever I was with Ying, I tried my best to act normal, and even if I said something inappropriate, I never dared to do anything improper, although I often had improper thoughts.
After graduating from university, we each found jobs, and a year later, Xia and I were about to get married. We went to her home one after the other because we worked in different cities. I arrived at her home first, and Xia would arrive the next day. That evening, I had dinner with Ying and my future in-laws. My future in-laws liked me very much and had Ying keep pouring me wine. It was summer, and Ying was wearing a thin dress. Her near-perfect body made me lose control; I felt a burning sensation and swelling below, and my mind raced with wild thoughts. The only way to distract myself was to drink heavily and chat with her parents.
I tossed and turned all night. Later, a sudden summer rainstorm hit, and the wind shook the house, plunging the peaceful world into turmoil. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom and heard snoring downstairs. Her parents, having worked all day, were fast asleep. Years of hard work had made them strong and healthy; they couldn't even hear thunder in their sleep. Just as I was about to go back to my room, I noticed that Ying's door wasn't locked, but ajar, probably for the heat.
My heart pounded. After a struggle, I closed my own door first, then mustered my courage and quietly entered her room, slowly closing the door behind me. The rainy night was pitch black. I groped my way to her bedside, and gradually I could see a faint light. She was fast asleep, her breathing calm and even. I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, vaguely looking at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
I gazed at her for a long time, wanting to leave yet unwilling to give up; this opportunity might only come once in a lifetime. Finally, I succumbed to my desire and slowly climbed onto her bed, lying next to the woman of my dreams. I thought to myself, if she screamed, I'd just say I'd had too much to drink and wandered into the wrong room; her parents wouldn't do
anything to me, at most it would be embarrassing. For her, at that moment I truly felt I'd be willing to die. I gradually calmed down, kissing her hair and stroking her arms. She was wearing a loose nightgown, uncovered, lying on her side. Then I began to stroke her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin cotton fabric. Further down, I felt her slender waist and full hips. I lifted her skirt, and a fleeting glimpse revealed her two fair mounds; her tiny panties barely covered her most intimate parts. I gently touched her waist, hips, and thighs, my erection growing larger than ever before. Remembering my lovemaking with Xia, I longed to strip Ying naked and thrust deep inside her.
I turned to her side, pressing myself tightly against her back, holding her close, and gently caressing her breasts. Then I pulled my throbbing member out and rubbed it against her buttocks, against the warm, soft area between her thighs through her panties, feeling it grow hotter and wetter. Finally, I slowly slipped my hand inside her panties, making direct contact. The slippery, moist spot and the soft, fragrant pubic hair around it made my heart pound with excitement, a wave of pleasure rushing to the back of my head, almost causing me to ejaculate.
Just as I was trying to control myself, my attention completely focused on that point of intimate contact, she suddenly pushed me away and sat up. I felt her anger and was terrified. My erection quickly shrank, drooping dejectedly, embarrassingly exposed outside my pants.我赶紧把它塞进去，对她连声说对不起，心里只求她别嚷嚷，让她父母知道就完了。她没有骂我打我，也没有喊叫，只是默默地抽泣起来，满脸都是泪水。
我慌了，觉得自己真是禽兽不如，给她一遍遍道歉。她抽泣了好一会儿，才抬起头，问我这样做对得起她姐姐吗她说她对我一直很信任，想不到我竟然是个伪君子、色狼。我呆呆地坐在那里，听着她的数落，一言不发。最后她说，你还在这里干嘛，还不快滚，要我去叫爸妈来揍扁你吗我赶紧下床，狼狈不堪地转身就走。到了门口，听见她的抽泣变为小声的哭。
我无比悔恨和懊恼，回到她的床边，跪下对她说，实在对不起，你怎么惩罚我都行，别哭了。你要觉得委屈，就叫爸妈过来揍我一顿，我不配娶你姐姐。她什么都没说，只是哭得很伤心。 I desperately wanted to hug her and comfort her, but I didn't dare. I could only kneel there and reflect on my actions. Finally, she calmed down and said, "Go. I won't forgive you, but I won't tell my sister or anyone else about this, unless you treat my sister badly in the future."
I returned to my room in a daze and didn't sleep a wink all night. I got up early the next morning and wandered around outside for a long time, feeling terrible. When I came back, I saw Ying washing clothes, including the ones I had changed out of the night before. I glanced at her nervously, and she said to me, "Breakfast is on the table. Go and eat." Her parents had already gone out to get things done; they had to go and invite relatives and friends to my and Xia's wedding in the afternoon. I ate breakfast hastily, took the dishes to wash, and accidentally broke a bowl. While picking up the shards, I cut my palm, and blood flowed freely, but I didn't feel the pain. She heard the noise, put down the clothes, and came over. Seeing my bloodied hands, she cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged them. I remained silent, unable to look at her face, and couldn't even say thank you. My heart was filled with nothing but regret.
Xia returned in the afternoon. Ying and her sister chatted and laughed intimately, and I pretended to be happy too, afraid Xia would notice something. On our wedding night, I drank myself into a stupor amidst the toasts and was carried into the bridal chamber. Since Xia and I had already done everything, the wedding night didn't matter, so I fell asleep immediately. I vaguely heard Xia and Ying talking, and I wondered if Ying would reveal what happened that night.
Ying got married shortly after our wedding. The four of us often played cards and drank together, chatting about everything under the sun, and got along very well. But I never dared to be alone with Ying again, afraid she would remember what happened that night. It seemed Ying kept her promise and didn't tell Xia or her parents, for which I was very grateful, and my love for her deepened. Sometimes I fantasized that she and Xia were both my wives, and the three of us were together, far from the world, incredibly happy. When I woke up, I felt guilty towards my wife, repenting, yet unable to control myself. I know I shouldn't have liked both sisters at the same time, but they were both so outstanding, so gentle, kind, and beautiful.
A few years later, Xia and I went abroad to study and work. We were very much in love, although we often argued over small things. After Xia and I started working, we went back to visit our families every year, mostly in the summer, and occasionally at the end of the year. We always met up with Ying. As time went by, the bond between the four of us deepened. However, because of the shadow of that incident, I often felt guilty and deeply regretted my impulsive act.
Last summer, Xia was busy with work, so I went back to China alone to visit my family. I went to my parents' house first, and then to meet my future in-laws. Ying's husband called and invited me to his home. The next day, I met with them. They had a very cute four-year-old child. That evening, I played Go with him while she bathed the child. After the child fell asleep, she sat between us and watched the game. Ying also knew Go, and she gave her husband advice and chatted with me.
Suddenly the phone rang; it was for him. His father had been unwell recently and was in the hospital. Things seemed a bit off tonight, and his sister wanted him to come over. He got up and left, saying he'd be back in an hour or two and everything should be fine. My heart pounded again, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. We chatted for a while, both feeling a little awkward. I couldn't help but say to her, "Ying, I've never had a chance to thank you. Thank you for not telling your sister about my shameful behavior. I've always felt sorry for you, and I hope you can forgive me."
She was silent for a long time before saying to me, "Brother-in-law, I forgave you a long time ago. I know you like me, and I secretly like you too, but we're not meant to be. That night, I was so conflicted; you really scared me." I apologized to her repeatedly. She suddenly blushed and said, "Don't apologize anymore. It's all in the past; don't bring it up again." My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but grab her hand, carefully examining her face. More than ten years had passed, but she hadn't changed at all, just like when we first met, with long hair flowing down her shoulders and bright, ever-smiling eyes.
"Ying," I whispered to her, "you have no idea how ridiculous I am, liking both of you sisters." She pulled her hand back, lowered her head and thought for a while, then said to me, "My college classmates are having a reunion in K City in three days. I'm going alone; the hotel is already booked." I was so excited that I told her, "When is it convenient to meet you after 4 PM?"
A few days later, I made an excuse to go to K City to meet my classmates and rushed to the hotel, sitting in the lobby early to wait for her. Finally, she appeared from the crowd, wearing the same long dress as when we first met years ago, making me feel as if I had returned to a dream that I could never realize. We walked hand in hand, first shopping, then going to the hotel for dinner. Red wine, glass after glass, and watching Ying's face gradually flush, I felt that this life was enough.
Ying's room was on the top floor, with bustling traffic and brightly lit city lights outside the window. I held Ying in my arms, standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the boundless city. Time ticked by, seemingly rushing forward, yet also surging backward, taking us back to that rainy night. Under the bright light, her naked body was like a sculpture, her soft, long hair lying on the white pillow, like a forest after the rain. As I slowly entered her, she closed her eyes, stepping from reality into illusion, a swirling world in the clouds, warm and dizzying. She gripped me tightly, letting me gently pull away, then pushing me in deeply and slowly again. With each thrust, a tingling sensation flowed from my core throughout my body, growing stronger and stronger, until two lightning bolts pierced my cheeks and the back of my head.
We began to murmur, from love to lewd and obscene nonsense. The part of me she held melted in boundless tenderness, losing all sense of size and length, only knowing it was still my own during the act. I wanted to make this moment last forever, to lie on her body, to give myself completely to her, to let the world crumble, to turn humanity to ashes. Everything finally burst into flames, the flames leaping upwards, growing larger and larger, heaven and hell becoming indistinguishable, both falling from the heavens, turning into fragments, into nothingness.
In the early morning, we fell asleep naked, embracing each other. A sliver of sunlight peeked through the curtains, dazzling. We remained silent for a long time; this was an extra act of sex and love, a distorted emotion trembling in the light. Later, we got up. I dressed Ying first, then she dressed me. We packed our things, ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel, and took a taxi straight to the airport. The driver, as usual, was very talkative, asking us where we were going. I said we were going to America, coming back to visit relatives.

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