Me and my sister-in-law

The story goes back to 2000, when I was 19. First, let me describe my situation at the time. I started school early, at 5 and a half years old, in first grade. At 16, I was in my second year of high school. Because I hadn't gotten into the honors class after graduating from junior high, the learning atmosphere in my regular class was terrible. The class, originally 40 students, dwindled to 13 by the time I dropped out. Basically, the number of students was equal to the number of teachers. Most of my classmates had either transferred schools, joined the army, or simply dropped out altogether. My parents initially wanted to transfer me, but I absolutely refused, insisting on joining the army. Back then, military service guaranteed job placement, and since my parents' workplace was decent, I could directly join their unit after my service. The chances of getting into university after high school graduation were about 5 to 1. After much deliberation, my parents finally agreed to my request. [By the way, I graduated in 1995; if you're a fellow student from the same class, please support me!] Enlisting went smoothly. I was in good health, passed the physical exam without any problems, and since a relative was the political commissar of the armed forces department, I joined the army with minimal effort. Once there, it was a male-dominated world; all we did was eat and exercise. Given my age, the hormone levels were incredibly high. Friends who have served know the saying in the army: "After three years in the army, even a sow can be as beautiful as Diao Chan." Haha, you can imagine how much the men in the army crave women. Of course, "even a sow can be as beautiful as Diao Chan" is an exaggeration, but I've heard many bizarre stories from veterans. Things like homosexuality, affairs with middle-aged women in the army store, and most commonly, getting local village girls pregnant. I even heard a veteran say that one of them actually slept with the company's sow once… Of course, most soldiers chose to go to the hair salons and karaoke rooms outside the military base on weekends to find prostitutes to release their pent-up energy. After all, they only had one or two days off each week, and soldiers didn't have much money. But it was different for people my age. Because I was young and in school, I wasn't very interested in women. While others were starting to date, I was still indulging in fighting, smoking, and skipping classes—basically still a virgin. Even in the army, some veterans wanted to take me out, but I refused. My thinking was naive; I felt it wasn't worth it to lose my virginity to a prostitute. So, aside from masturbating, I was relatively well-behaved. But my desire for women was undeniable!

Internet cafes had started appearing around that time. I took advantage of my weekly outings to start chatting on QQ. Anyone who lived through that era knows that anyone who used QQ during those years experienced online dating. And I, a young man of marriageable age, began my first online romance. There was no video chat back then. After we met online, she gave me her pager number, and I would page her every night. I already had my first cell phone, a Nokea 3210, which my parents bought for me so I could make calls while in the army. [Back then, each regiment in the army only had two IC card phones, and the line to make calls could stretch for dozens of meters every day. Compared to my comrades, my family was relatively well-off.] She was working at the transportation bureau in a suburban county of Chengdu at the time, and had just started working. That's how we started chatting on the phone. [Xiao Lang is from Mianyang, Sichuan]. We exchanged photos through letters. She was quite a beauty, 165 cm tall, weighing only a little over 90 kg, but with a very full bust, which I later learned was a 36C, and very trendy. Her hair was the most popular Korean style at the time, like terraced fields. Her hair was tiered from the bangs to the sides.

After meeting her in the army, of course, I thought about meeting her the most. I was serving in the Northeast, and she was in Chengdu. More than 3,000 kilometers apart. My allowance at that time went entirely to phone bills and wasn't even enough. [I was in the navy, and I had about 300 yuan a month for miscellaneous expenses.] Finally, the end of the year came, and it was time for my leave. Having not seen my parents for three years, I restrained myself from going directly to Chengdu to see my girlfriend and went straight home. A few days after arriving home, it was almost Chinese New Year. She was from the same hometown as me, and she was also going back to her hometown with her parents to visit relatives for the holiday. At that time, our phone conversations mostly revolved around our meeting. Beautiful women are often a bit arrogant, and her demands were excessive: she wanted me to pick her up at the train station, and she insisted on wearing a military uniform and carrying a large bouquet of roses. I felt I couldn't do it. First, her parents would get off the train with her, and second, wearing a military uniform and carrying a large bouquet of roses at a train station during the Spring Festival would be too conspicuous. Later, after my repeated requests, she finally agreed to meet me at a coffee shop in the city center after she settled in. The day finally arrived. I remember clearly, we agreed to meet at 2 PM, and I went to the florist that morning to order the flowers. I ate a quick lunch. I went out, first to the hair salon to get my hair done, then took a taxi to the flower shop. After picking up the flowers, I immediately called her. She said she was already there, but wouldn't tell me her seat, telling me to find her myself. I quickly took a taxi to the coffee shop where we were supposed to meet. Inside, I saw several beautiful women seated at different tables. Although we had exchanged photos before, I was still a little unsure. I took out my phone and started dialing her number, but strangely, no one took out their phone, and I didn't hear it ring. I felt like I'd been stood up, but I wasn't giving up. I asked each number, "Miss, are you waiting for someone?" Finally, on the third call, she couldn't help but laugh. It turned out she had deliberately put her phone on vibrate. She had recognized me from afar and deliberately didn't answer my call. Her distinctive hair was hidden under a knitted hat. The conversation went smoothly, and we quickly found our rhythm on the phone. Before I knew it, the afternoon was over. For the next few days, I began a life of nightly karaoke. Back then, there weren't many karaoke bars, so I mostly went to discos, and I started spending money like crazy. Every night, besides her and me, I'd invite a bunch of friends out. Under the influence of alcohol and music, everyone would dance wildly, usually a few of us forming a circle with her and me in the middle. Looking at her alluring curves, my buddies would all cast envious glances my way. She had to go to her relatives' house every night and spend the day with her family. So, aside from a brief moment of intimacy on the stairs when I took her home each night, nothing more happened. At that time, I was rather shy around her; just holding her hand would trigger an erection. She was supposed to go back home in a few days, and although I was anxious and frustrated, I couldn't find a good way to seduce her. After the New Year, she went back to work, and we kept in touch by phone.

I have a cousin in Chengdu whom I hadn't seen for many years. He invited me to visit, and thinking I could see my girlfriend there, I went. My cousin had been running a hair salon in Chengdu for many years; he owned a car and a house. Every morning, he'd leave early for the shop, while my sister-in-law and I ate lunch at home, and then she'd take me out. My sister-in-law is also very beautiful. She's been married to my brother for just two years, a typical Sichuan woman—petite and charming. I was in the army when they got married, so it was the first time I'd ever met her. She's not much older than me, though. We quickly became very close. She always held my hand when we went out. She kept dragging me shopping with her, saying that my brother was always busy with his shop and didn't have much time to go shopping with her, and she wanted me to make it up to him. So I was dragged around like that for a few days. I was actually quite anxious, thinking about how I could finally meet my girlfriend, but she told me she was very busy right after the New Year holiday and shouldn't come to see me. She said it wouldn't be good if her parents found out. She said she'd come to the city to see me after a few days.

The events unfolded quite by chance. All that has been said so far has simply described the situation at the time. The following paragraph should truly reflect the title. During that period, I became quite close to my sister-in-law, and she started telling me about her relationship with my brother. She told me that my brother was a womanizer, and they had been arguing constantly for the past two years because he was always having affairs with female customers at the shop. [My brother is 178cm tall, very handsome, practically a born pretty boy]. She also said that my brother didn't cherish her body, and that she had two abortions for him before marriage. Actually, I had heard these things before; my parents had told me. My family knew my brother was a womanizer, and that he probably got together with my sister-in-law because of her family's wealth. Otherwise, it might have taken several more years before they got married. Every time my sister-in-law talked about this, she would cry. She told me that she usually worked at the shop and had no opportunity to meet any friends, nor could she confide in anyone about her troubles. She felt very depressed and didn't know why she was telling me all this. Back then, I was inexperienced. Besides offering a few simple words of comfort, I mostly just listened to her and drank with her. She got drunk in front of me several times. It was just the two of us at home, and when she was drunk, I would help her to bed. My sister-in-law had a large bust, and at home she only wore a close-fitting sweater. When she was drunk, her small breasts heaved a lot, and my penis would always get aroused. But she was, after all, my cousin's woman, my sister-in-law, so I didn't dare to think too much about it. Another week passed like this. I spent more time with my sister-in-law and heard more, and I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. One night, it was the birthday of one of the employees at their shop, and he invited us out to dinner after get off work. Everyone at the table was young, so naturally, they drank a lot. Since they had already finished get off work around 10 pm, we went to a cheap hot pot restaurant, not a fancy one. We drank beer. Everyone went to the bathroom very frequently. It was a family-style hot pot restaurant, and we were sitting on the second floor. To get to the bathroom, we had to go through a room and a balcony. To save electricity, the boss didn't even install a light on the balcony; only the toilet had a light, and there was only one spot. My brother, who usually gets drunk after three bottles of beer and doesn't drink much, had to toast everyone he worked with that day because I was there. He couldn't take it for more than an hour, complaining about wanting to go home and sleep, but his colleagues wouldn't let him leave, so he just lay there, suffering. My sister-in-law and I both have a high alcohol tolerance, and we all played drinking games. By midnight, we were basically the only ones left at our table. That's when I needed to pee, so I went to the toilet. Since there was no one else behind me, and I wanted to finish quickly, I didn't lock the door. When I was halfway through peeing, the door was flung open, and my sister-in-law barged in. I was startled and embarrassed, quickly shoving my penis into my pants. My face was contorted with embarrassment. My sister-in-law, however, burst out laughing. She said, "Did I scare you? Were you terrified?" and touched my crotch. I was completely bewildered. Before I could react, her lips were already pressed against mine. I felt her tongue was so soft, easily capturing mine. Then her hand reached into my pants, gently stroking my penis. I quickly pushed her away, saying, "Sister-in-law, are you drunk?" She said, "You think I'm drunk? Not at all." Then I left the restroom and walked away quickly. She returned to her seat after a while, drank a little more, and then the group dispersed. My sister-in-law and I helped my brother into a taxi. I didn't speak to her the whole way; my brother just kept saying how uncomfortable he felt. When we got home, I helped my brother to bed. I sat on the sofa watching TV, my mind still replaying what had just happened. I thought it must have been an accident, but my sister-in-law's lips did feel so good. My sister-in-law settled my brother down and sat on the sofa too. She asked if I was drunk. I said no. She said she wanted to drink more and go dancing. Before I could say anything, she had already picked up her bag and was about to change her shoes. Without thinking, I followed her out. We took a taxi to a dance club. The atmosphere was electric; the beautiful women and handsome men were dancing wildly to the energetic music and DJ music. We joined them. We drank another dozen Carlsberg drinks. By then, my beautiful sister-in-law and I were dancing together, embracing. My mind went blank; I just knew something was going to happen tonight. My sister-in-law wrapped her arms around my neck and offered her lips. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the previous incident, but this time I didn't back down and pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues intertwined, swirling and sucking. My hands went behind her back, then slid down to her buttocks. My sister-in-law's buttocks were already beautiful, and they looked very shapely in her tight jeans. The kiss lasted about three minutes. Then, my sister-in-law pulled me out of the dance club. We got into a taxi, sat in the back, and her hands never left my side. She leaned against my lap. My courage grew, and I reached my other hand to her breast, caressing it through her bra. Just as I was enjoying myself, the car arrived at her apartment complex. We got out and went to the elevator. I was about to press the button when my sister-in-law pulled me by the hand and led me into the stairwell. When we reached the corner on the third floor, we embraced again. This time, her hand slipped under my shirt, and my lips responded passionately to her kisses. My hand wasn't idle either; it slid under my sweater and lifted her bra from below. I grabbed her breast. These were the best breasts I'd ever touched—so soft, perfectly fitting in my grasp. Her nipples were erect. I buried my face in her neck, then lifted her shirt and began sucking on her nipples. My sister-in-law moaned as she sucked on her nipples. My hand then reached into her jeans, but they were so tight; I could only manage to slip my fingers inside, just enough to touch her buttocks. Then something unforgettable happened. My sister-in-law suddenly squatted down, unzipped my pants, took out my already throbbing penis, and took it into her mouth. Good heavens, I was stunned. This scene, which I'd fantasized about countless times while watching porn, was actually happening, and the person sucking my cock was my sister-in-law! So exciting, so pleasurable. I can't find the words to describe the feeling. My sister-in-law's movements were incredibly skilled; she didn't hurt me at all. With each deep and shallow thrust, my penis slid in her mouth. I quickly couldn't take it anymore, grabbing her head with both hands and increasing the frequency. After a few more thrusts, I ejaculated. I ejaculated into her mouth. My sister-in-law struggled between my legs, clearly choking. As I released her after my last ejaculation, she immediately vomited, then gagged several times, tears welling in her eyes. I felt embarrassed by my earlier recklessness and reached out to help her up. She seemed to notice and quickly said, "It's okay. It's okay." Then, we went upstairs. She took a shower first and then went back to her room. I took a shower too, and just as I lay down in the guest room, I heard the door open. My sister-in-law walked in wearing a loose white blouse. We didn't speak, and we hugged each other again. It was then that I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath her blouse. This time, she didn't lick my penis again, but instead pressed me down on top of her, squatted between my legs, and used one hand to hold my glans, rubbing it back and forth on her labia. I saw her labia; it was probably the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals in person. The pubic hair was short, probably trimmed, the labia were a light color, and the labia majora were thick, probably already engorged. My glans could clearly feel the moisture, and her labia were glistening under the lamplight. She used her hand to guide my penis as she sat down. My little brother thus experienced the feeling of being completely enveloped by a woman for the first time—it felt so good, so warm. My sister-in-law began to wildly twist her hips, grabbing my hands and pulling them towards her breasts. It probably only took about three minutes before I ejaculated. My countless offspring entered a woman's vagina for the first time. I could sense that my sister-in-law wasn't satisfied, but she still got up and used tissues to clean me up, very carefully, so as not to hurt me. Then she put the tissues away, kissed my forehead, and left. The next day, I went home. My sister-in-law saw me off. My brother was still busy at the shop, but we didn't say another word. Before getting into the car, we just said goodbye. Back home, I felt guilty for a long time. Later, before I returned to the army, I went to Chengdu to see my girlfriend, but I didn't go to my brother's house again. Later, I returned to the army. A year later, they divorced. My brother has a new family now, and I heard my sister-in-law went to the south… Then I was discharged from the army and had many girlfriends. Now my son is one year old.

I believe everyone's first time is unforgettable, and mine was indeed very special.

(The End)

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