My wife's older sister comes from the countryside

I went back to my hometown before the Lunar New Year and stopped by my wife's older sister's house. Her house was located in a rather remote mountain valley; it took us quite a while to find it after driving around in a winding road.
It was my first time visiting her home, and even before entering, I was quite upset by the sight before me, not for any other reason than their extreme poverty. A stone wall about waist-high, three black-tiled houses—that was their home.
The older sister was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, and her child was two years old, a very cute and lively little boy. However, perhaps because the child hadn't seen many strangers before, he hid behind his mother after seeing us, refusing to come out, though he seemed very curious, peeking out from time to time to peek at us. Since it was
the first time meeting someone else's child, and it was the Lunar New Year, I immediately took out six hundred yuan and put it in the child's pocket. My son was also very sensible; seeing me give him money, he took out candy and toys from his own bag and gave them all to the little guy.
The two children quickly became friends, running around the yard hand in hand, shouting and yelling. We adults laughed heartily.
My older sister then remembered to invite us inside, urging her husband to quickly get some cigarettes and water.
My brother-in-law was an honest, taciturn man, big and burly, but lacking any manly air. Upon seeing us, he acted as if he'd met some high-ranking official, too excited to utter a word.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it to me. I didn't recognize the brand; it was probably cheap, costing only two or three yuan a pack. I didn't take it, instead offering him my own Yuxi cigarettes, then casually tossed the half-pack onto the table. Being smokers, we could naturally tell the quality of cigarettes by smell.
I lit one for him, but he wouldn't let me, holding the cigarette between his hands and smelling it repeatedly, saying it was good cigarettes, and I should smell it a little longer.
I wanted to laugh, but I was too embarrassed to laugh out loud. My older sister secretly pinched him, probably because she thought he was too embarrassing.
We didn't stay at their house for long that day. I was worried about the road being difficult to navigate if it got dark early, so I headed back after lunch.
As we were leaving, my sister's little one clung to my son's hand, pleading, "Brother, don't go!"
Everyone laughed and said the child was so thoughtful, but I suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and tears almost welled up in my eyes.
On the way back, my son was excitedly pointing out things he'd never seen before to his mother. I noticed my wife seemed a little unhappy too. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw she was looking at me as well.
"Regret it?" my wife suddenly asked.
"Huh? Oh, no!"
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, and when my wife wasn't looking, I secretly wiped away the tears that had welled up in my eyes.
The road ahead became easier to drive on, wide and straight, stretching into the distance, and my heart soared further and further away, my thoughts like a car without brakes, uncontrollably returning to those chaotic days.
My wife's eldest sister didn't have much schooling and married very young, reportedly before she was twenty. My wife often says her sister is a woman with a hard life; she didn't enjoy any happiness at home as a child, and her life after marriage was also difficult. Moreover, she had never been able to conceive, which, in a rural area where traditional values are still strong, is a source of great shame for a woman.
Her sister-in-law is honest and doesn't speak her mind, and she's relatively good to my wife, but her mother-in-law is terrible. When she first married into the family, she treated my wife like a treasure, but after two years, seeing that she still wasn't pregnant, she started making sarcastic remarks, which later escalated to her constantly verbally abusing her with very harsh language, saying that raising her was worse than raising a chicken, since chickens at least lay eggs! You can imagine what kind of life my wife's sister lived in their family. In
2006, after my wife and I graduated from university, we both stayed in the provincial capital. Two years later, we got married and had a son that year.
When our son was born, many people from my wife's family came, including my wife's eldest sister. It was clear that my older sister also desperately wanted a child. She held her son tightly, refusing to give him to anyone, kissing him while crying, making everyone in the room feel uncomfortable.
At that time, I suggested to my wife that we take my sister and her husband to a big hospital in the provincial capital for a checkup. You know the hospitals in our area; their standards are practically the same as a rural clinic.
My wife agreed, but nothing happened for a long time.
One day in the autumn of 2010, my wife received a phone call from home. She burst into tears, crying and cursing. I didn't know what was wrong. Later, she told me that my older sister had been beaten by her mother-in-law, badly; her hair had been pulled out in clumps.
I asked, "What happened?" My wife said, "What else could it be! It's because she can't get pregnant!"
I said, "Being unable to have children isn't a serious crime, why beat someone? Just divorce her!"
My wife said, "You make it sound so easy. Will my older sister live with you after the divorce?" You know how things are in the countryside. She's already so old, and she got divorced because of this. Who would want her in the future?
I thought about it, and it makes sense. In the countryside, a man marries a wife to carry on the family line. Besides, according to rural beliefs, a woman like her is unlucky, like a woman whose husband has died. No one would want her unless it's a last resort.
I was also at a loss and asked my wife what to do.
My wife said, "Why don't we invite them over for a visit? We're free at home anyway, so we can treat it as a vacation! We can also take them to the hospital for a checkup; maybe there'll be a chance."
At the time, I thought it was a good idea and agreed without thinking. But what I didn't expect was that, looking back, I felt like I had fallen into a trap orchestrated by my wife.
A few days later, my older sister and her husband arrived at our house. They were wearing their best clothes, but even so, you could still see the poverty that comes with being a rural person. They also brought many local specialties from their home, mostly things grown on their own land, not worth much money, but it was their kind gesture.
At that time, the older sister's injuries were still very noticeable, bruised and swollen, her eyes were swollen, and she looked listless.
My wife felt sorry for her, but didn't say anything in front of her brother-in-law. Only at night, she would mutter under the covers, saying, "Why doesn't that vicious old woman die?"
Since they were supposed to be on vacation to relax, we had to put on a good show. My wife and I took turns taking time off work to take them out, and in just a few days, we'd seen all the good places in the city.
My wife also bought them a lot of new clothes, especially for the older sister. After only two days at our house, she was completely dressed in new clothes, inside and out. One day, I was chatting with my brother-in-law in the living room when I heard the two sisters talking quietly in the inner room.
The older sister said, "I don't want to wear this, it's so tight, it's so uncomfortable!"
My wife chuckled, saying, "No, no, you have to wear this. Look, I've changed into this one too. Oh dear, what are you wearing? A rag?"
My older sister laughed too. The two of them chatted and laughed
, fiddling with something. After a while, the door opened, and my wife pushed my older sister out. My older sister seemed hesitant, glancing at me briefly before looking away, as if embarrassed.
At first, I didn't notice anything unusual about her, but then I inadvertently glanced at her chest and vaguely felt that her breasts seemed quite large, plump and well-endowed, completely different from my wife's small breasts.
My older sister was taller and had a better figure than my wife. Although she was over thirty, she had never had children and did physical labor at home every day, which was a kind of exercise, so she maintained a very good figure, no different from a young woman in her twenties, just slightly more voluptuous.
When she first came to my house, her clothes were loose and ill-fitting, and I couldn't really tell what she was wearing. Now, my wife had changed her entire outfit—tight leggings, a short wool skirt, and a dark brown fitted sweater. Although the color combination was a bit dated, it perfectly showcased her mature, womanly charm.
To be honest, when I saw her dressed like that, my heart skipped a beat; I felt a sudden jolt.
Not only me, but I noticed my brother-in-law seemed stunned too. He stared at her blankly, so much so that his cigarette burned his fingers before he snapped out of it.
Seeing the two of us men looking at her like that, her already flushed face turned even redder. She smiled shyly, then turned and went back into the inner room.
I heard her mutter a complaint to my wife, saying, "How can I face people without wearing this?"
But despite her complaint, she didn't take the clothes off. Later, my wife bought her several more outfits, and each one made her look more sexy and alluring than the last.
Two days later, during a meal, my wife suddenly mentioned that our company had given out some free medical check-up cards, which normally cost one or two thousand yuan. She suggested we all get checked out.
I knew this was my wife's trick; she was trying to coax the couple into going for the check-up. Of course, she could have just asked directly, but they would have been embarrassed. My wife is so clever; she came up with this idea.
Sure enough, I noticed my sister-in-law and brother-in-law were stunned, especially my sister-in-law, whose face turned red.
I immediately pressed my advantage, saying, "Great idea! Let's all go, and get our son checked too. They say wasting money is shameful; it's over a thousand yuan a card, what a waste!"
Once the money was mentioned, the couple who had been hesitant immediately understood. That's how rural people are; they love to take advantage of small things. Of course, I'm not mocking rural people; they're forced into it by life, earning money isn't easy!
So we agreed to go on the weekend. That weekend, the five of us went to the provincial capital's best-reputed hospital for reproductive health. My wife and I divided the tasks: I took my brother-in-law, and my wife took my older sister and child.
The trip went smoothly. Neither of them had much education, and they were completely disoriented in the city, so they just did whatever we told them to do. By the end of the day, we had done all the necessary tests for them, and we were just waiting a day or two to get the final results.
When we got home, my wife secretly told me that my sister seemed fine, and that it was probably my brother-in-law who had the problem.
I told her not to guess, we'd know once we got the results. And
sure enough, my wife was right. My sister really didn't have any problems, not even the common gynecological issues for women her age. But my brother-in-law's problem was serious: congenital seminal vesicle hypoplasia. In other words, he would never be able to have a child.
After receiving the results, my wife and I were speechless. My wife silently shed tears, saying, "Why is my sister's life so miserable?"
I said, "At least this isn't the worst outcome. Haven't we figured out their problems? It's good that it's not my sister's fault. Let's tell them, so their family will know the truth."
My wife said, "You make it sound so easy. Do you think they'll believe you? Besides, no matter whose fault it is, my sister definitely can't have children anymore. Isn't that the same thing?"
I said, "Then what can we do? You heard it yourself, my brother-in-law's illness is incurable. If my sister wants to get pregnant, she'll have to get pregnant with someone else's child."
My wife, who had been crying, suddenly stopped after hearing my words. She stared at me blankly for a while, then said, "That's one way."
I was amused and annoyed by her. I said, "You're really coming up with some crazy ideas! If your sister is willing, I'll change my mind!" My
wife chuckled and said, "If you put it that way, then it seems like there's a chance."
I was stunned for a moment, and then we both burst into laughter.
Although my wife said that, I really didn't think she would actually do it. My older sister, being a rural woman, is very traditional. It's so difficult for her to wear anything even slightly revealing, let alone do something like this.
So I just took it as a joke from my wife and didn't take it seriously. But to my surprise, she actually did it.
When we got home, of course we couldn't tell them the truth. My wife lied and said that our whole family was healthy, except for you two. She said you had to take it easy on yourself, that the doctor said you were overworking yourselves and your bodily functions were disordered. She said if you took good care of yourselves, you might get pregnant soon.
I don't know if they understood my wife's fabrication, but they were clearly very happy. Especially my older sister, who was blushing nervously and hugged my wife, asking, "Really? The doctor said that?" My wife
said yes, "Come, come, let me tell you something else, but the men can't hear." She then pulled my older sister into the inner room.
My brother-in-law was also very happy, constantly rubbing his thigh. He chuckled and said, "I knew it! We're perfectly fine, why would we need any tests?"
I said, "Yes, yes, but the doctor also said you should be careful. These things can't be rushed. We're still young, take it slow, okay?"
My brother-in-law's dark face immediately turned bright red. He said, "That's right, that's right. I'm just tired. Your sister is always acting like a man, how can that be?"
I patted his thigh and said, "Brother-in-law, you know that's good. In the future, take better care of your sister. You'll have a whole bunch of sons, won't you?" I gave him a sly smile.
My brother-in-law was definitely thinking the wrong thing. His dark face turned purple, his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, he just kept nodding.
Sure enough, that night I heard noises coming from their room.
During the days they stayed at my house, I really hadn't heard anything from them. I even wondered if my brother-in-law was even capable of that. Now it seems they were just holding back because they were too embarrassed to do it.
The couple seemed simple and honest, but who knew they'd get so into it?
That night, after putting our son to sleep and going to our own rooms, I heard them get started before I even lay down.
At first, it was relatively normal, just some soft moans and groans. But soon, the bed started banging loudly, probably at a high frequency and with great force—the sounds of their slapping echoed for days.
Towards the end, the older woman, who hadn't been making much noise until then, seemed to lose control. Her moans and groans grew louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her
lungs, one after another, deafeningly loud. While they were having a great time, I was laughing uncontrollably in my room. I tried my best to hold back my laughter, and then I saw my wife was also laughing hysterically.
She was covering our son's ears with her hands, biting her lip tightly as she mumbled.
I said, "If you want to laugh, just laugh. Why are you holding it in?"
My wife glared at me and kicked me, but only in the lower half.
I knew she had the same idea.
For the next few days, their house was a cacophony of noise and activity every night.
We were all adults; we all knew what was going on. I guessed my older sister knew we'd overheard their commotion, so when she saw me during the day, her face was always flushed, and she looked adorably shy. I didn't know if it was because her husband had thoroughly pleased her these past few days, or if she felt embarrassed.
What I didn't expect was that my older sister had other thoughts in mind back then.
Ever since that day I talked to my wife about having my older sister borrow sperm, she's been bringing it up with me, intentionally or unintentionally.
Seeing how interested she is, I teased her, saying that the fewer people who know about these things, the better. If my sister-in-law doesn't object, I could offer myself—we can keep the good stuff in the family, right?
Of course, I only said it casually; I never actually thought about it. After all, she's my wife's older sister. If it were any other woman, I might actually dare to offer myself, but with my sister-in-law, forget it. If I really did that, my wife would strangle me!
One weekend, our family went out for a day trip. The weather was quite warm that day, and my sister-in-law took off her thick clothes, leaving only her tight-fitting sweater in front of me. I noticed that her breasts seemed to have gotten even bigger, jiggling as she walked, looking like two big rabbits were hidden inside. Moreover, the sweater had a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her white breasts, especially the faintly visible cleavage below. Just a few glances were enough to ignite a burning desire within me.
That night, listening to their usual shouts and screams of passion, my wife and I went for a wild ride. Perhaps it was the deep impression my older sister's large breasts had left on me during the day, but as I thrust into my wife, her image inexplicably popped into my mind.
In that instant, I suddenly felt a surge of desire for her, a simple male desire for a woman, unrelated to familial love or moral obligations.
Thinking of my older sister fueled my frenzy; I felt my penis swell again, and my waist felt incredibly strong. I fucked my wife for a full half hour before finally ending the battle amidst her violent, trembling screams.
My wife nestled gently in my arms and said, "You rascal, why were you so fierce today?"
I chuckled, wiping the sweat from my brow, and said, "It's all your fault for seducing me!" As I spoke, I grasped her breast again, holding it in my hand; it was only a tiny handful.
My wife chuckled and said, "You like it?"
I said, "Yes."
My wife said, "My sister's are bigger, didn't you notice?"
I was taken aback, a sudden, inexplicable pang of jealousy rising within me.
I honestly replied, "Even if they're bigger, they're still my brother-in-law's, what's it to me!"
My wife suddenly rolled over and straddled me, her hot lips gently licking my cheek, my neck, and slowly sliding down to my ear. "
Do you want it?" she whispered.
"Yes!" I thought she was asking if I wanted her, so I nodded and began to respond to her passionate kisses. "
If you want it, just go for it, she's willing.
" "Huh!?"
I froze, stunned for a long time.
"Idiot! What 'huh'? Didn't you understand?
" "Ah."
"Oh, you're so stupid! I'm serious, I already told my sister, and she's willing, really..."
I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but that night my wife was incredibly gentle, even begging me to let me sleep with her sister.
My mind was a mess, a huge mix of panic and excitement welling up inside me.
My wife said she genuinely cared for her sister, and would do anything to make her older sister's life better. She said her sister desperately wanted a child, even if the father wasn't her brother-in-law, she didn't care. She was already over thirty, and didn't care about innocence or morality; she just wanted a child, even a girl, to make her feel like her life hadn't been in vain.
Her sister made this decision after learning the test results from my wife.
Her sister said she never planned to divorce her brother-in-law; they'd spent most of their lives together, he loved her dearly, she was used to it, and she couldn't live without him. Only if she could have a child could she hold her head high in that family and live a peaceful life.
That night, my wife murmured a lot in my arms, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
I knew the bond between my wife and my older sister, and I could understand her feelings, but the solution they came up with was hard for me to accept.
Winter finally arrived, and the northern winter was exceptionally cold, just like my mood.
My older sister and her family had been staying at my house for over a month, doing nothing but playing all day. I guess they were used to rural life, and this new way of life was really hard for them to adjust to, so my brother-in-law started nagging about going back.
My older sister didn't say she wanted to leave, but when we talked about it at the dinner table that day, I noticed she kept glancing at me furtively, avoiding eye contact, always just glancing away.
In the end, my wife made the decision, saying there was no work to be done at home, and they'd just be idle if they went back. It would be better to find some work here, at least they could earn a little something.
Hearing that it could earn money, my brother-in-law changed his mind and asked my wife what kind of work he could do.
My wife said, "Don't worry about it, I'll find you something." It just so happened that
my wife's workplace was renovating its cafeteria at that time. I don't know what methods my wife used, but she managed to bring my brother-in-law there the next day. He worked with the renovation team, and they provided food and a hundred or so yuan a day. My brother-in-law was naturally very happy, saying, "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? You've been playing around for so many days, how much money have you missed out on?" My wife smiled and said, "Just focus on your work. If you don't mind, you can even spend the New Year at our house." My brother-in-law waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No way, we still have to go home for the New Year." Knowing that she didn't have to go back, my sister-in-law seemed very happy too. Her absent-mindedness of the past few days disappeared, and she became cheerful again, busy around the house, and even took the initiative to take on the task of picking up and dropping off her son at school. Ever since my wife told me about that incident, I've felt uneasy whenever I see my sister-in-law, especially since my wife said that my sister-in-law was also willing. My feelings are even more complicated than I can describe. How to put it? This kind of thing is a real test for a man, not only mentally but also physically. Every time I'm alone with my older sister, seeing her voluptuous yet slender figure makes me inexplicably uneasy. It's like knowing something is about to happen to you, but being powerless to stop or change it—you feel a mix of resistance, anticipation, and a strange impulse. One day, it was my day off, and with nowhere to go, I stayed home playing on the computer. My older sister came home after dropping her son off at school, leaving just the two of us. She first tidied up the house inside and out, then started doing laundry, even coming to my room to ask if I had any clothes to wash. After all that, she was panting, her face flushed, and beads of sweat on her forehead. That day, she was wearing a set of loungewear my wife had bought her—basically pajamas, loose and rather thin. I'm sure she was wearing underwear underneath, because even in such loose clothes, her breasts were still very prominent, and the top of her shirt was undone, making her deep cleavage even more clear. I could even vaguely see the color of her underwear through her clothes—damn, it was a very alluring black. Perhaps the stark contrast between black and white was too obvious, because as she bent over to pick something up, I noticed that the panties she was wearing on her round buttocks weren't ordinary boxer briefs or briefs, but rather a very small and sexy kind, somewhat like a thong. Damn! It must be something my wife bought for her.

I slowly realized that this was definitely one of my wife's tricks, but I didn't know who it was for.
I said no, sister, you should rest for a while, look how tired you are.
My sister smiled shyly and said it was nothing, doing some work makes me feel better. I've been cooped up at your house for so many days, I'm almost going crazy from laziness.
As she spoke, she gestured to herself, tugged at her clothes, and her cleavage became even more obvious.
I felt a surge of desire, and my lower body became aroused. I thought that if my wife were home, I would definitely pin her down and have a good time with her. I
don't know if my sister noticed my abnormality, but a blush suddenly rose on her face, and she started to stammer. But she still didn't leave our room, instead sitting on the edge of the bed watching me play on the computer and talking to me.
The washing machine in the bathroom was making a lot of noise, the old machine spinning like a battle.
I said the washing machine should be thrown away; it's so noisy, it must be disturbing everyone's sleep!
I just said it casually, but to my surprise, the older woman suddenly froze, her face, which had just relaxed a little, instantly turning bright red again. She lowered her head, twisting her clothes and fidgeting, and said, "Dajun, are we disturbing you?"
I didn't hear what she said at first, turned my head and grunted, staring blankly at her.
Her face turned even redder, so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
My older sister kept her head down, refusing to look at me. She kept saying it was all that doctor's fault for coming up with such a crazy idea. It was clearly impossible, why did he have to do it? And Yanzi, she insisted on keeping it from him, and he, on the other hand, became even more energetic, like a bull in heat every day. I… I'm annoyed with him too…
Listening to her muttering to herself, I slowly understood what she was talking about. But I felt it was a bit abrupt to discuss this with her. After all, she was my older sister, my wife's older sister, and I really didn't know what to say.
So I didn't say anything, just letting her ramble on and on. Eventually, the conversation turned to the children.
She praised my son for being smart and sensible, saying that such a little thing already knew how to care for people, and that he even wiped away my tears the other day, which broke my heart.
Then, somehow, the conversation turned to herself, saying that this was her fate. She had loved children since she was a child, but who knew her life would be so hard? She was already quite old, and her friends of similar age had children in middle school, while she didn't even know what childbirth was like.
As she spoke, she suddenly started sobbing.
My wife's older sister, a woman in her thirties with the body of a young girl, sat in front of me crying, crying so heartbrokenly that I couldn't console her.
At that moment, I really didn't know what to do. I just held a tissue box and watched her cry. Every time she used one, I would hand her another.
After crying for a while, she suddenly stopped. She raised her red and swollen eyes, stared blankly at me, and said, "Dajun, is your sister really that ugly?"
I quickly said, "What are you talking about? Who said you're ugly?"
She said, "I'm not ugly. Then why don't you ever give me a proper look?" As she spoke, her lips trembled, as if she was about to cry again.
I hurriedly shoved a handful of tissues at her, frantically rubbing my hands together, completely bewildered by this whole mess and how it involved me.
I said, "I really didn't! How could I not look at you properly? Besides, if I stared at you every day, wouldn't my brother-in-law beat me with his shoe?"
My sister finally stopped crying and laughed, saying, "He wouldn't dare! Let whoever wants to look, look. I'm not something he bought; he can't control me."
I said, "Yes, yes, my brother-in-law is an honest man; he doesn't have any designs on me. I can tell you everything. You're just bullying him."
My sister glared at me with a smile and said, "I'm really not ugly?"
I said, "Really, not only am I not ugly, I'm very beautiful."
Hearing this, my sister became even more excited. Suddenly, she stood up and stood in front of me, gently biting her lip, her expression changing repeatedly, like a young woman in love, her face full of blissful shyness.
The older sister leaned forward again, her voice low and almost trembling, saying, "Dajun, look at me..."
Suddenly, my mind went blank, and I felt completely stunned.
The older sister stopped talking, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes as she slowly lifted them, then began to unbutton them one by one.
She did it slowly, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, gradually revealing a delicate and alluring picture before my eyes.
A flat stomach, a slender yet shapely waist, white breasts, and two full mounds encased in a black lace bra... "
Look... look..."
the older sister whispered, her trembling voice carrying a faint sob.
If I didn't tell you what had happened before, you would definitely think this moment was incredibly passionate and erotic.
But in that instant, to be honest, all I felt was immense panic, utter panic.
I stared blankly at her, forgetting that this wasn't something I should see, nor was it something I could see.
Seeing that I remained motionless and silent for a long time, my older sister began to cry even harder, her hands tightly wrapped around her clothes and pressed against her chest, her shoulders shaking.
I stood up, took my wife's nightgown from beside me, and covered her chest. The moment my hand touched her shoulder, my older sister suddenly threw herself into my arms. "
Dajun... Dajun... I'm not a bad woman... I just want a child... Waaah..."
Since junior high school, I've read countless descriptions of lovemaking in various books and online, but I can't find the right words to describe that scene.
I can only say that it was a primal instinct between men and women, a release of immense pressure, an indulgence that is condemned by ethics and morality.
Time seemed to pass for a long time, or perhaps only three or five minutes, before I ejaculated inside my older sister.
From beginning to end, my older sister's eyes were tightly closed, neither resisting nor yielding, as if she were asleep.
Only after I rolled off her, looking at the messy scene before me, unsure whether to feel remorse or joy, did my older sister scramble to her feet and run out naked, without even grabbing her clothes.
But I saw her face; it was clearly filled with happiness and joy, and of course, a deep shyness.
After the passion subsided, remorse and panic began to creep into my heart. I almost trembled as I cleaned the mess on the bed, throwing my clothes and hers into the still-running washing machine.
The washing machine continued its roar, just like my mind, a chaotic, incessant noise.
I locked myself in my room, not even eating lunch.
I heard my older sister's door open; she was washing clothes, mopping the floor, and making a racket in the kitchen.
I even knew she stood outside my door for a while, doing nothing, saying nothing, just standing there quietly.
Finally, she quietly left.
That evening, my wife and brother-in-law came home together.
My brother-in-law was clearly very happy. He unusually took out a pack of cigarettes worth more than ten yuan from his pocket, handed one to me, and took one for himself, saying, "I got paid, more than a thousand yuan."
My older sister pinched him, saying, "You show-off! You smoked this too?"
My brother-in-law reluctantly put the cigarette back in, tossed the whole pack onto the coffee table, and said, "Dajun, you keep it." His eyes were still fixed on the cigarette as he spoke, as if he'd thrown down a thick wad of RMB.
I quickly picked up the cigarette and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "I don't need any more cigarettes, why did you buy this? You smoke it, you smoke it."
My older sister glared at me, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face, and turned to go back into the kitchen.
My wife followed her in, and the two of them whispered and chuckled, I didn't know what they were talking about.
But a nameless panic still lingered in my heart, growing heavier and heavier.
That night, after turning off the lights, I held my wife in my arms, but I couldn't fall asleep.
For several days now, there hasn't been that kind of noise from my older sister's house. I guess my brother-in-law is too tired from work during the day to do *that* anymore. Or maybe the stimulant effect of my pretense of being a doctor has worn off. A couple in their thirties, not young anymore, can't withstand that kind of constant activity!
I couldn't sleep, so I gently pulled my wife's arm off my body, turned over, and felt an emptiness in my heart.
As I turned, I heard my wife let out a long, soft sigh. She didn't move at all; I wondered if she was also awake.
I wondered, if what my wife said was true, then my older sister would definitely tell her about me and my sister. And if my wife already knew, how would she react? Would she be relieved? Troubled? Or would she pretend she knew nothing, like she was now?
The weekend is in two days. My wife wasn't supposed to go to work, but that day she said she had to work overtime and got up early, taking our son with her.
My brother-in-law left too; the way he closed the door was different from everyone else's—he slammed it shut forcefully, as if afraid it wouldn't be properly closed.
I lay in bed, knowing that once again it was just me and my older sister in the house. For some reason, I suddenly felt a faint sense of anticipation mixed with an uncontrollable panic. I knew that what was coming would eventually come.
Perhaps my premonition was really accurate, or perhaps it was just an unspoken understanding between us.
The door opened, and I turned to the side, my back to the door.
I felt the blanket being gently pulled back, and then a hot, naked body slipped in.
My older sister lay down behind me, gently holding my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck and into my heart.
Everything seemed like a pre-ordained script; neither of us spoke, only our bodies growing hotter and our minds in turmoil.
Just like last time, when I rolled over and hugged her, my older sister had already closed her eyes. She lay quietly on the bed, her face flushed, a barely perceptible smile on her lips.
I kissed her, caressed her, and pressed myself against her, feeling that her lower body was already wet.
Having experienced the chaos of last time, this time I was able to barely control myself. I tried to be as gentle as possible, my movements as slow as possible, afraid of hurting her, and afraid that my rough actions would ruin this dreamlike scene before me.
Finally, I entered her and began to thrust instinctively, again and again, but my body was no longer under my control, becoming more and more urgent and forceful.
In the throes of excitement, I suddenly knelt up, pulled her thighs onto my shoulders, and as I sank down again, her breast was in my mouth.
I continued to thrust vigorously, using all my strength, repeating that simple action tirelessly, as if desperately trying to survive.
My older sister must have been unable to resist any longer. I saw her face, flushed crimson, shifting expressions constantly—sometimes looking like she was in pain, sometimes like she was happy. In a flurry of emotions, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with intense shyness and burning desire.
She pulled my face close, staring intently at me, and gently parted her lips. For the first time, she kissed me passionately and forcefully.
Her kissing technique was terrible; several times, our teeth clashed in a flustered exchange, but this didn't dampen our enthusiasm.
My older sister clung tightly to my shoulders, her lips biting me relentlessly. Her legs, which I had pinned beneath her, suddenly hardened, trembled violently a few times, and then she went limp.
And what was deeply inserted into her lower body, for the first time, clearly felt her tension and her electric-like trembling.
I have to say, compared to my wife, my older sister is definitely not young anymore. Perhaps it's because her genitals have been overused and developed by my brother-in-law over the years, or maybe it's because his penis is bigger than mine. Anyway, when we're together, I always feel a sense of mismatch, like a small horse pulling a large cart, or like trying to tighten a stripped screw.
But whatever the reason, the feeling I get when I'm with her is something I can't find with my wife. That tension and excitement, I only experienced on the night I took my wife's virginity.
That time, I was on top of my older sister for a long time, probably two hours or so. I ejaculated twice, each time a lot.
During the break, my older sister buried her head tightly in my chest, her whole body burning hot.
I wanted to kiss her, but she wouldn't let me, and even twisted my fingers.
I said, "You're so deep, I can't even reach the bottom."
My older sister pinched me hard again, saying in a low voice, "You bad guy, you almost killed me..."
That day, my wife and son came home very late. I asked them where they had been, and my son blurted out, "Playing in Mom's office! Nobody plays with me, I'm so bored!"
Hearing my son use the word "bored," I was happy for a moment, but then my heart suddenly ached.
I looked at my wife, but I noticed she was avoiding my gaze.
That night, holding my wife, I knew perfectly well that she was deliberately creating opportunities for us.
I wanted to talk to her about something, but the words wouldn't come out.
While we were silently facing each other, we heard that noise from the next room again. The noise was still very loud, booming into my ears.
I don't know why, but I felt a strange sadness. Was I jealous? I asked myself. I didn't know, I really didn't know.
My wife nestled into my arms, her small body trembling.
I touched her face and found my hands were damp. My wife cried, her sobs growing more and more heartbroken.
Just then, it seemed they were nearing the end of their ordeal; I heard my brother-in-law let out a low growl, and with that growl, the world fell silent once more.
I kissed my wife's ear and asked, "Was what we did wrong?"
My wife shook her head, silent, and began kissing me passionately.
She aroused me; I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, trying to remove her nightgown, but she grabbed my hand. "
You belong to my sister now, I don't want you!"
During that time, I rushed home whenever I had a spare moment. I knew my chances with my older sister were slim, and the hope of creating a huge surprise for her with those few opportunities was even more distant.
So I became tireless, insatiable.
Perhaps because of our physical intimacy, my older sister became increasingly uninhibited in front of me. A few times, she even called out my name during sex, something she rarely did.
She said, "Dajun, fuck me to death...fuck me to death..."
They say desire is a demon, and perhaps that couldn't be more fitting for my older sister and me.
I realized I couldn't live without her, or more accurately, I couldn't live without her body.
We made love very frequently then, almost every day or two, but I still thought about her every single day, constantly. Just
thinking about her made me feel an intense urge to possess her, so I would abandon everything else and rush home like a madman, just to have her as soon as possible.
One evening, my older sister was cooking in the kitchen, my wife was taking a shower, and my brother-in-law was watching TV with our son.
As I went to get a drink from the refrigerator in the kitchen, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of my older sister's ample buttocks. Through the thin fabric, I could even see her narrow panties and the irresistible cleavage beneath.
My desire flared instantly. I slammed the door shut, moved behind her, and cupped her breasts with both hands.
I bet she never expected me to be so bold; I could clearly feel her body tremble violently.
"Oh...you...you're crazy?" she whispered.
I didn't reply, continuing to caress her breasts, while my lower body pressed against hers, my hard penis thrusting against her buttocks, again and again, just like my favorite position when we made love.
My sister was both surprised and frightened, perhaps also aroused by me. She gently leaned against me, turned her head to find my face with her lips, and kissed me, saying, "No...we're all here...tomorrow..."
I said, "No, I want it now!"
My older sister sighed heavily, turned to look at me, her eyes softening, and slowly squatted down.
She gently unbuttoned the front of my pajama bottoms, pulled out my penis with her fingers, flicked it lightly, and tilted her head back with a mischievous smile.
I suddenly thrust forward, catching her off guard, and pressed my penis against her lips.
She let out a soft "ah," glanced at the door, and then, as if making a great decision, gently opened her mouth and slowly took it in.
During that time, under my tireless instruction, the naive older sister who only knew the missionary position was gone. She once asked me playfully, "You bad boy, where did you learn all this? You're so naughty!"
I said it was all taught by Yanzi.
She casually added that she didn't know how, and asked who she learned it from.
Then, as if realizing her words were a bit inappropriate, she stuck out her tongue and grinned at me.
I said it was okay, we learned it from porn.
Just like that day, my older sister skillfully sucked and swallowed my penis. She was much more adept at it then, unlike before when she was clumsy and would sometimes hurt my teeth.
I noticed she learned things very quickly. No matter the move, once I used it on her, she would master it and even apply it to other situations. Sometimes her unexpected and novel ideas would surprise me.
Watching her rosy lips enveloping my penis as it went in and out, her eyes filled with lust, her face full of a lewd smile,
my desire grew stronger. I had only intended to tease her, but I had unexpectedly gotten myself into a rage.
I knew this wouldn't be enough, so I became bolder. I turned the range hood to its highest setting, letting the roar of the hood drown out the noise in the room, then pulled her up, simultaneously slipping my other hand inside her pajama bottoms.
Ah! "You...oh, what are you doing...ah..."
My older sister pressed her head tightly against my chest, moaning softly in a low voice.
I fiddled with her lower body for a while, feeling that she was already soaking wet, then turned her around, pulled her pants down to her knees, and thrust my hard penis inside.
My older sister held onto the stove with both hands, her head sometimes tilting high and sometimes drooping low, occasionally letting out soft moans, but they were so suppressed that her body trembled more and more violently.
Perhaps it was because making love in that kind of environment was too stimulating, but after only a few dozen thrusts from behind, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back, knowing I was about to climax, so I thrust a few more times quickly and forcefully, and then streams of thick semen shot inside her.
After I finished, I didn't dare linger in the kitchen, quickly cleaned myself up, and then slipped away.
Looking back on that day, I felt a chill of fear. I wondered what his reaction would have been if my brother-in-law had suddenly pushed open the door and seen the scene of my sister and me in such a dissolute state. He probably wouldn't have hit me with a shoe, but more likely with a kitchen knife.
Much later, when I was arguing with my wife, she brought up that day again.
She said, "I knew everything you were doing in there. I was right at the door, watching. You were making so much noise! What if my brother-in-law heard? Thank goodness the kids had the TV on so loud! Dajun, what do you take my sister for?!"
I was speechless.
My sister and her husband stayed at my house until mid-December. My brother-in-law's construction team finished their pre-New Year work and disbanded, and only then did he remember he needed to go home.
The day before they left, I asked my boss for a day off. When I got home, I said, "You're going back already? We haven't prepared any New Year's goods yet. I happen to have some free time today, Sister, shall we go out for a walk?"
I didn't call either of them, but only my older sister. She probably
knew what was going on, so she quickly said, "Okay, wait a minute, I'll change." My brother-in-law first said, "No need, no need, we have everything we need," then said, "Then I'll come too?"
I said, "You don't need to go, just stay home and look after Lele. I'll take my older sister."
My older sister had already changed her clothes: a dark red fitted sweater, black leggings, and a long, light yellow down jacket over it, paired with black ankle boots. Her hair was styled, and she looked much younger and prettier. If a stranger saw her, they might mistake her for a white-collar worker!
Seeing my older sister dressed so beautifully and charmingly, I was even more itchy to get my hands on her, so I didn't say anything more and urged her to leave.
In the car, my older sister tilted her head and looked at me, saying, "You little rascal, are you planning something naughty again?"
I said, "Nothing naughty, it's all good stuff."
My older sister just chuckled.
I found a secluded hotel and checked in.
As soon as I entered, the older woman threw herself into my arms.
She clung to me tightly, kissing me and biting my lips.
I responded passionately, lifting her up and we both collapsed heavily onto the bed.
That day, we were both like madmen, making love again and again, trying every position imaginable, acting like we were on steroids or had been injected with adrenaline.
Our intense desire lingered on the bed, in the bathroom, on the windowsill, even on the floor—every inch of the room.
It was then that I realized for the first time how powerful my stamina, or rather, my ability, truly was. I brought her to the peak of climax time and again, and sowed the seeds of hope within her body once more.
For most of the day, we did it countless times, went wild countless times. It was
also that day that my older sister told me a secret.
After another passionate night of passion, she leaned lazily against me, panting, and said, "Dajun, I have a secret to tell you."
I asked, "What?"
She said, "You can't laugh at me when I
tell you." I said, "No, go ahead."
She smiled shyly, waited a moment, then brought her lips to my ear and said, "Dajun, from the first time you came to my house, from the first moment I saw you, I... I wanted you to fuck me..."
I was stunned, then kissed her hard on the cheek and asked her why.
She said, "I don't know, I just like you, I like the way you look with your glasses."
She chuckled to herself, kissing me as she spoke.
My heart softened, and my penis hardened again.
That afternoon, when we were both too exhausted to continue, we quickly got ready and rushed off to the supermarket.
It was already quite late, and to get home as quickly as possible, I stuffed almost everything I saw into the shopping cart, while my sister-in-law threw things back one by one, saying, "No, no, why buy this?"
In the end, we still filled two carts to the brim.
We got home around 7 p.m., and my wife was cooking in the kitchen.
My brother-in-law looked at us with displeasure and asked, "Where have you been? Lele has been crying for ages."
My sister-in-law smiled apologetically and was about to say something when I interrupted.
I said the car broke down on the way, and it took most of the day to fix it, otherwise we would have come back earlier.
My brother-in-law is a bit simple-minded; he probably didn't expect my sister-in-law and I to conspire to lie to him. Besides, he saw what we were carrying and knew it was all for their family, so he was all smiles and his anger vanished.
My wife, however, seemed a little unhappy that day, and she had a long face all evening.
My older sister knew she couldn't hide this from my wife, and tried several times to talk to her, but ultimately couldn't say anything.
After my sister and her family left, the house suddenly felt empty with two fewer people. Not only did I feel a little uncomfortable, but even Lele often cried for his aunt.
I hugged and comforted him, saying that his aunt had gone home for the New Year and would be back afterward, so he shouldn't cry.
My son obediently stopped crying and ran to find his mother.
My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "Dream on!"
That New Year wasn't a happy one for me, because of my sister's departure and my wife's coldness.
During those days, my wife barely spoke to me. When I wanted to be intimate at night, she seemed reluctant and refused. Occasionally, she would let me, but neither of us was very satisfied. It
wasn't until more than a month later, when my wife received another call from my sister, that her face was filled with excitement again.
I guessed it must be good news. I pressed her for details.
My wife rolled her eyes at me again and suddenly burst into laughter.
My wife hugged me and yelled that my sister was pregnant!!
(The End)

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