Let me tell you the true story between me and my sister-in-law.

I'm a post-70s generation, considered an "uncle"

now. First, let me tell you about my wife. Back in our middle school, she was considered a school beauty, while I, besides constantly fighting, brawling, and causing trouble, had no other redeeming qualities. In the second semester of my second year of middle school, my wife and I started dating, and both our parents approved. My wife has three sisters; she has no brothers. She's the third oldest, with a younger sister who is four years younger than her.

We didn't actually conceive until our third year of middle school. Before that, our nightly rendezvous consisted of nothing more than hugging, kissing, and touching. I won't go into details about what happened between my wife and me; that's just the background. The key point is what happened between my wife's younger sister.

I attended a rural high school about 20 kilometers from our home, while my wife went to a vocational school in the county town.

At that time, my family was relatively well-off, and from my second year of high school onwards, I rented a place to live. My wife and I would meet every week, and of course, we'd have sex.

It wasn't until my junior year of high school, when my sister-in-law failed her high school entrance exam, that she came to my house one day, crying and saying she still wanted to continue her studies. Seeing her sobbing so hard, I felt a pang of sympathy. I asked her if her father-in-law (my father-in-law) agreed to her continuing her education.

She said that's precisely why she came to my house. On a whim, I said, "Leave it to me." If I hadn't said that, none of this would have happened. Thankfully, although there were some hiccups later, she still managed to enroll in the school I attended, since I had a very close relationship with my homeroom teacher at that time.

After she started attending, she lived on campus, while I rented a place outside. I had all the necessary utensils and cooked for myself every day.

Her family entrusted me with taking good care of her at school. Every morning, noon, and evening, my sister-in-law would come to my house to cook and eat with me before returning to school.

Let me explain first. The house I rented was a small two-room house. There was a bed in the outer room, which was next to the door and faced the small door to the inner room. The inner room was for cooking, and there was a table near the window next to the small door. We shared the room for homework and meals. This went on peacefully for several months until the winter break ended and school started again, and we were back to seeing each other every day.

One morning, I was still in bed when I turned around and saw her cooking. Watching her busy herself with her butt sticking out, I suddenly realized that this girl seemed to have grown up over the winter break. She had a hot figure, full breasts, and a round butt. She didn't seem like a 16-year-old girl anymore. I couldn't help but want to push her down. My penis was getting increasingly hard under the covers, but reason stopped me. I just masturbated while looking at her butt under the covers.

From that day on, I stopped getting out of bed early and stopped going to morning self-study, all so I could secretly watch her cook.

Watching her profile as she ate, I became increasingly aroused. Meanwhile, I was masturbating in bed. I noticed that every time she ate, she would casually pick up a novel from the table and read it while eating. From then on, a wicked thought began to sprout in my mind; perhaps every man has a wolfish side.

At the time, I had a handwritten copy of *A Girl's Heart* (Anna's memoir). Back then, these kinds of banned books weren't printed (many people born in the 70s and 80s should know this handwritten copy). I secretly slipped this *A Girl's Heart* handwritten copy among the other novels. In the mornings, I pretended to be asleep in bed, secretly observing whether she was reading

it. On the third day, she casually pulled it out while eating. My heart pounded. Peeking from the side, I saw her face suddenly turn red, and she closed the copy, turning to look at me. Seeing I was still asleep, she opened it again and started reading. Perhaps it was curiosity, but even though her face was red to her neck, she couldn't resist reading it, occasionally stealing a glance at me. She looked at it for about five minutes, then put the notebook back where it was. I knew the blush on her face hadn't faded by the time she went to school.

The next morning, she took it out again while eating breakfast, her face still flushed. I, lying in bed, suddenly had a whim. I quietly pulled down my underwear under the covers, slowly pulled the blanket in a little further, and propped it up slightly.

I knew from her angle, she could definitely see my erect penis. I kept my eyes half-closed, observing her reaction. Sure enough, when she turned around again, her eyes were fixed on my penis, her face as red as if it were bleeding, for a full minute. I pretended to turn over before she realized what was happening. Then she hurriedly packed her things and ran to school.

For several mornings in a row, I deliberately showed it to her. I knew she was smitten because I would come back immediately after school every day and only leave when it was time for class. This continued for more than a week. One night, I came back late from watching a video with some classmates. When I got back, I saw her sitting there, not having gone back to school, holding that handwritten book in her hand. She didn't even notice me when I opened the door and walked up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at? Why haven't you gone back yet?" She screamed in fright, slammed the book shut, and stuffed it into her clothes, blushing as she said she wasn't looking at anything.

I said, "No, let me see what you're reading!" Then I hugged her from behind, pretending to snatch the book from her arms. I could clearly feel her body stiffen for a moment. I rested my chin on her shoulder, pressed my face against hers, and hugged her tightly. After a long while, I said, "You can't read books like that."

She said, "Then how can you read it? You must have read it with it!" Then we didn't say anything more. After a while, she stood up, turned around, and looked straight at my face. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Silently, I kissed her eyes and her lips. She didn't flinch, and didn't say anything.

I moved back to the edge of the bed, and she sat on my lap. Her head was buried in my chest,

and she was sobbing softly. I smelled the faint scent of shampoo in her hair and waited for her to calm down. After a long while, I said, "You know what? I've liked you for a long time." After saying that, I lifted her head and kissed her lips again. She hugged me tightly and responded passionately. Our breathing was rapid. My hand slipped under the hem of her clothes and touched her breasts, pinching her small nipples. My left hand gently unbuttoned her clothes, and she trembled slightly. When I took off her clothes, revealing her almost perfect, white and tender breasts, I was amazed by their development. I couldn't help but kiss them and gently suck on her pink nipples. Such large, white and tender breasts with such small pink nipples—the sight, the feel, and the taste were incomparable to her sister's.

Stroking her smooth abdomen, my blood pressure soared, and my predatory side was fully unleashed. When I recklessly pulled off her last piece of clothing, her panties, I was stunned. Her pink labia, with their sparse pubic hair, looked so pure and sacred. I don't even know how I managed to fumble off my own clothes.

When my lips touched hers again, she closed her eyes tightly. My lips traced her body, past her neck, her breasts, her navel, all the way to her pink labia.

Her genitals had no odor, even a faint, pleasant fragrance. My tongue gently traced her clitoris, and a low moan escaped from deep within her throat. Her legs clamped tightly together, her waist even lifting off the bed. Having experienced this before, I knew she had orgasmed.

When she relaxed, I saw that the sheet beneath her was soaked, and there was even a sticky, clear fluid being squeezed out of her tightly closed labia. At the same time, I noticed tears welling up in her eyes. I silently kissed her, murmuring indistinct words of love. Suddenly, she sat up, raised her hand, and slapped me, saying, "What will happen to my sister if you do this?" I said, "I don't know, but I really love you."

She cried as she said, "I don't care. You two have been together for so long. You can't abandon my sister."

After saying that, ignoring my tugging and attempts to stop her, she resolutely put on her clothes and said she was going back to school, leaving me alone on the bed in a mess. Looking at my still-erect penis, I remembered the school gates were already closed. Worried, I put on my clothes and chased after her. I caught up with her at the school gate, led her through a gap in the wall, and climbed over it. I took her to her dormitory entrance and only returned home after watching her go inside.

She didn't come back for breakfast the next morning or lunch, and my heart was pounding. She finally came in the evening. During dinner, we didn't say anything. After dinner, I sat on the bed, and she came over with red eyes and said, "Do you really like me?" "

I said, 'Yes!'

She continued, 'Then why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you get to know me first, but instead got to know my sister?'

To such a childish question, I simply hugged her and said, 'You were young then, and besides, this is fate!' She said, 'I like you too, I think about you every day in class, but I can't compete with my sister for you. Promise me you won't leave my sister, okay?'

I said, 'And what about you?'

She said, 'I won't compete with my sister, as long as you have me in your heart and treat me well.' I whispered in her ear, 'I will definitely treat you well, haven't I always treated you badly?'

She said, 'I don't care, just don't change your mind.' After a while, she whispered again, 'I'm not leaving tonight, I want to sleep here from now on.'

When I heard her say that, I felt like a million grasshoppers were jumping in my heart, and I felt like jumping up and down.

That night we were truly honest with each other. When her fair little hand grasped my hot penis, I felt like I was floating. We kissed each other all over our bodies, and at the same time, I used my tongue to bring her to orgasm again."

When my penis, coated with her bodily fluids, tried to penetrate her, she would be in excruciating pain every time the glans went in halfway. I couldn't bear to see her suffer, after all, she was only 16. Seeing my pain, she willingly used her mouth to suck it out, and I ejaculated directly into her mouth.

Perhaps influenced by that handwritten book, she didn't reject oral sex or ejaculating in her mouth; later, she even swallowed it.

We had sex in this way every day until I graduated high school. We never actually penetrated, and I never actually took her hymen.

Of course, we tried various other positions and methods. Every night, I used my hands and mouth to bring her to orgasm, and sometimes even rubbing my penis against her genitals could bring her to orgasm. I could also ejaculate through the squeezing of her thighs and genitals. We

also got used to sleeping naked. We were madly infatuated with each other's bodies, and we could only fall asleep peacefully while holding each other. Of course, she would go back to school to stay for a day or two each week when her sister came to visit.

After graduating from high school, I went to college in the city. I would come back every Sunday, and sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, I would secretly go to see her. We would find secluded woods or fields to have our so-called secret trysts.

This continued until she graduated from high school. On her eighteenth birthday, I took her to the beach in our city. We didn't come back that night and stayed at a room rented by a classmate. That night, I truly entered her body for the first time.

The moment my penis pierced her hymen as she endured the pain, she cried. She told me that she had finally become a woman, no longer a little girl. My penis slowly moved in and out of her warm vagina, feeling her vaginal walls tightly enveloping my engorged penis. Every thrust was so clear, and her vagina even produced a faint sucking sensation. The feeling was truly unparalleled. We both wildly enjoyed the pleasure we brought each other.

During her second orgasm, her legs clamped tightly around my waist, and her arms clung tightly to my shoulders. I thrust deeply inside her, feeling the head of my penis press firmly against her cervix. Thick semen, uncontrollably, filled her vagina.

That night we made love four times, until we were both completely exhausted and slept until almost noon the next day. Looking at the semen-soaked crotch of her white pants, we both laughed. Then we bought her emergency contraception and played around for another afternoon before taking her home.

It was today that we slipped up. When I got home, her sister was there and asked where I'd been. I said I'd gone out to play.

Hearing this, her sister went straight to her house, only to find out that her sister had just returned that evening. Back then, there were no cell phones, and contacting each other wasn't as convenient as it is now. So, her sister lied to her, saying I'd already told her, and asked her sister to tell her where she'd gone. She told her sister she'd gone to the beach with me, and her sister scolded her. (Later I found out that my sister-in-law only said she went to the beach; she didn't mention us having sex, let alone what happened during our school days.) Her sister didn't tell me anything when she got back, and it seemed like the matter was over. But on the third day, I found out my sister-in-law had gone to Shanghai to work. By the time I found out, she was already on a long-distance bus. After that, we could only communicate by letter until I graduated from junior college. Since letters couldn't be sent home, I had her send one to a friend's house.

One day, my friend wasn't home, and my sister-in-law's letter arrived at his house. My friend's sister, seeing it was from me, found it strange and delivered it directly to my house. This letter ended up in my wife's hands. Things often turn out this way, and we had a huge fight about it. She wrote back about her sister, and from then on, I lost contact with my sister-in-law.

Almost two years have passed. My sister-in-law found a boyfriend from another city, the same age as me. That year, she came back to get married, and it was agreed that she would be a live-in son-in-law, living here afterward.

On the night of her wedding, I slept with her. More than ten years have passed since then. I know my sister-in-law has been deliberately avoiding me, and she doesn't even come to my house often. But I can see the melancholy in her eyes when she looks at me, but we both remain rational.

This situation continued until last year, when things took another turn, and I finally understood something that had been confusing me.

At the end of last year, my sister-in-law was learning to drive and taking her driving test. The day before the road test, she wanted her sister to take her for a practice drive. Her sister wasn't home that day, so I drove her out for practice that night.

During the practice, I kept asking her what happened. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but when she saw I was getting angry, she told me the truth. The night we came back from the beach, her sister contacted her and asked about what happened between us. My sister-in-law selectively told me some things. Her sister was worried that something might happen between me and her younger sister, so she forced her to go out and work. That letter became the fuse again; her sister wrote a letter scolding her. To avoid arousing her sister's suspicion, her younger sister foolishly accepted her current husband's advances.

In fact, her younger sister had no love or feelings for him at all; she was just trying to prove something to her sister. I said, "How could you be so foolish?"

She said, "What else could I do? Compete with my sister? Sigh! Anyway, we've been through so many years, and we've lived without feelings. All the love is buried deep in my heart... My husband used to secretly read my diary and has always suspected what happened between us. He doesn't like me having too much contact with you. Although he doesn't say it, he definitely cares about who I lost my virginity to."

I asked my sister-in-law to park the car on the side of the road and asked her, "Do you still love me?" She cried and said, "What good is love? I've thought about you every day for so many years, but what can I do? What can I do? Just like you said back then, this is fate. I can only hide my love deep inside. Every night I think about those moments, and I've cried myself to sleep so many times, but what good does it do?" Hearing this, I hugged her tightly and said, "It's all my fault. I'm sorry. I've never forgotten you, you know? I think about you every day, you silly girl." That night, we hugged and kissed each other, saying what we had kept hidden in our hearts all these years. We wanted to have sex in the car, but it was already very late, so we had to come back. Until recently

, my father-in-law was sick and hospitalized. His sisters would take turns taking care of him. The day before yesterday, my sister-in-law was taking care of him. I went to visit her that night, and before I left, we hugged for a while at the hospital stairwell. I told her that I would pick her up the next morning and asked her to call me when she came out.

I picked her up yesterday morning and took my sister-in-law straight to a hotel. We were both excited when we got to the room; there was no awkwardness at all, everything felt so natural.

Although my sister-in-law is over thirty, her figure hasn't changed at all. Her skin is still so smooth, and her breasts are still so full. Only her nipples and areolas are no longer that pale pink, and the color of her labia has deepened slightly, but her genitals still have no odor.

When I kissed her from her round breasts to her genitals, a lot of sticky fluid flowed from her vagina. I used the tip of my tongue to coat it with this fluid and gently circled her clitoris, occasionally sucking on it. Each time I sucked, my sister-in-law would tremble, especially when my tongue brushed against her anus; she would involuntarily moan.

After repeated licking and sucking, my sister-in-law finally let out a suppressed groan from deep in her throat. With my gentle caresses, she gradually calmed down, and I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my throbbing penis and gently inserted it into her vagina, which I hadn't touched in many years.

My sister-in-law's vagina wasn't as loose as I had imagined; it still tightly enveloped my penis, allowing me to clearly feel the vaginal walls rubbing against the head of my penis.

We made love wildly in various positions, our sweat mingling, even dripping from our hair. When my sister-in-law was on top of me again, my fingers touched her anus. The love juice flowing from her vagina covered the area around her anus, and my fingers easily slipped inside. My sister-in-law had an expression of enjoyment on her face, and my fingers could easily feel my penis moving inside her vagina... We were so crazy that I lost track of how long it lasted. She couldn't even remember how many orgasms she had, and I finally couldn't hold back anymore, ejaculating all of my semen inside her... Afterwards, we rested in each other's arms. My sister-in-law said, "I haven't felt like this in so many years. I've been so repressed all these years. Every time I had sex with my husband

, it was just a perfunctory thing." I said, "Silly girl, I'm here for you. I won't let you live such a repressed life anymore." We rested like that for about half an hour, and my hands started wandering over her body again. She lay there with her eyes closed, looking like she was ready to be picked. I slowly got up and gently moved to her head, rubbing my penis against her lips. She cooperated very well, opening her small mouth and slowly sucking and swallowing my gradually swollen penis, occasionally doing a deep throat. I could clearly feel the pressure of the glans entering my throat.

Seeing the tears welling up in my sister-in-law's eyes from choking, I felt a pang of pity for her. I stopped her from deep throating. I had her lie face down on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, while I stood behind her. My penis was already covered in her saliva. I gently pressed the head of my penis against her anus and slowly inserted it... Because I had used my fingers during sex before, my sister-in-law was probably prepared and didn't object. I inserted the whole thing and began to slowly thrust in and out. She even moved her hips back to cooperate. But whenever I thrust quickly, she seemed unable to bear it. I asked her if it hurt. She said, "It's not that it hurts, but it's that when it's too fast, I feel palpitations." "It's an indescribable feeling." Every time I thrust quickly a few times, I would slow down to let her calm down. But to be honest, the feeling of anal sex is really different from vaginal sex. It's inexplicably exciting, both visually and tactilely. Several times, when my sister-in-law tried to get up, I held her down tightly, telling her that it was almost over. After several rounds of alternating fast and slow, the pleasure came again, and I ejaculated directly into my sister-in-law's rectum...

When my penis was pulled out of my sister-in-law's anus, strangely, there was no odor or any dirt. There wasn't even a speck of dirt in the coronal sulcus of the glans. Of course, we hadn't done any enemas or anything beforehand, which is what I can't understand.

Afterwards, we still hugged and talked. My sister-in-law said that her vagina, her anus, her mouth, every part of her body, was her first time with me. She never expected that after more than ten years, her first time with her anus would still be with me. She even said that she has never sucked her husband's penis except for giving me oral sex, and that I am her nemesis.

I truly believed everything she said; she never lied to me. We chatted on and on in the hotel until almost noon before checking out and returning home.

This all happened just yesterday. This is what has happened between my sister-in-law and me from the beginning until now. I know our story is far from over, and I have no idea how things will develop. Everything is uncertain until it happens. (

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