I slept with my sister-in-law while taking a shower.

If it were just awkwardness, it wouldn't have mattered, but it still happened—I had sex with someone I shouldn't have.

After returning from Hubei in 2011, I gradually reconnected with classmates I'd lost touch with. The city isn't that big, so it's inevitable to run into so-called relatives and friends; he and his wife were among them.

Speaking of which, he's the eldest brother in my classmate's family, surnamed Song, and I call him Brother Song. He was a classmate of my brother, who is exactly 12 years older than me. This year I'm 33, he's 45, and his wife is a year younger than him.

As everyone knows, junior high school classmates are practically childhood friends. Although we live in the city, our hometowns are several miles apart; if you really wanted to connect us, you could definitely link us.

For them, they were strangers at first, but as classmates got married and moved away, I gradually became familiar with them. I'd often visit them, and the eldest brother was very kind to me.

They ran a trading company in the suburbs, in a two-story building. In my memory, my sister-in-law was a shrewd, capable, and family-oriented woman. Although she was 44 and a mother of two, she was very tall. Not conventionally beautiful, she knew how to dress well, with well-defined eyebrows, a large bust, and a love for black stockings. She had long legs and was taller than my brother. However, she seemed a bit arrogant. Every time I visited them, she would subtly inquire about my classmates, my brother's cousins. I even heard later that they had a falling out over money matters. But in my mind, one thing was one thing, and I always did what a younger brother should do.

As we got to know each other better, we felt like family. We were very relaxed, whether eating or chatting. That's when the story happened.

Because they were in the clothing trade, there were fabrics everywhere, a mess, and they were very busy. I usually ate at their place.

Last summer, after returning from a business trip, I went to their place for a meal. I got a lecture as soon as I arrived; the older brother scolded me for not getting married and always running around. My sister-in-law came down from the second floor, just smiling, seemingly happy to see him nagging me. I knew they meant well, so I just went along with it. I noticed my sister-in-law was wearing a sexy orange dress that day—a spaghetti strap top with black bra straps hanging on her fair shoulders, quite alluring.

We arrived early, but they weren't off work until late at night. It wasn't until very late, after all the employees had left, that we started looking for a place to eat.

As luck would have it, the older brother received a phone call and needed to pick up a document or contract. He said it was nearby and that my sister-in-law needed to tidy up, turn off the lights, etc., and that he needed time to get there, so he asked me to stay there while she drove me over. I agreed.

After the lights were turned off, the entire workshop was pitch black, and I couldn't wander around. I waited in my brother's office, while I didn't know where my sister-in-law was; I could only hear her tidying upstairs.

I was idly looking at my phone when I heard a scream from upstairs, which startled me. Realizing it was my sister-in-law, I groped my way up to the second floor and saw that only the bathroom light was on. I rushed over, first shocked, then filled with desire.

My sister-in-law was completely naked, facing me, her towel lying on the ground, one hand supporting her on the floor. I could see her two heavy breasts, large pink areolas, slightly sagging, forming a perfect arc. Perhaps because she had just showered, her pubic hair was messy and thick, and her labia were thick, like a fish's mouth, forming a bump in the front. I could even see water droplets forming on her abdomen.

Actually, my sister-in-law's figure was pretty good; she didn't have much fat on her lower abdomen, but it formed a small circle, which was particularly alluring. Actually, I only observed this for a short time. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was my sister-in-law blow-drying her hair, and somehow, her hair got sucked into the hairdryer.

I really admire their design; the entire hairdryer was fixed to the wall. If my sister-in-law were standing, she could easily reach out her arm. However, because the floor was tiled, perhaps due to the slippery hair, she fell, and like she was hanging herself, her hair got stuck. She tried to get up, but every time she moved, her legs wobbled, and she held onto her hair with one hand. I looked closely and saw that the hairdryer's plug and power strip were glued together and fixed to the wall.

Perhaps a little flustered, I went up and picked her up, like embracing a lover. Her back was wet. I reached under her armpits and realized then how tall she was, with long legs and toes that looked especially alluring under her nail polish. Wearing a thin t-shirt in the summer, I could clearly feel the pressure of her breasts. My head reached her forehead; she was taller than me. My hands were on her back, and I felt a surge of desire. I could feel my blood rushing to my head, and my penis instantly hardened. I stood there, rooted to her lower abdomen, as if time itself had stopped. We could hear each other breathing heavily.

"You go out first."

"Ah, oh, um."

I sheepishly let go of her, not daring to look at her face. At this moment, she turned around, one hand holding the washbasin, the other pulling at her hair, the hairdryer dangling from her shoulder. As if possessed, when I reached the door, I looked back. My sister-in-law's anus, through the fluffy pubic hair, revealed a deep crimson. For a moment, I wanted to pounce on her. Following my gaze upwards, to her buttocks and back, and then through the mirror, my eyes met hers. She was looking at me.

"I'm at the door, waiting for you!"

"Mmm." Her voice was very soft. Although I came out, the workshop on the second floor was dark, except for the area near the bathroom door which was bright. But at this moment, I couldn't calm down at all; my mind was filled with the scene from earlier.

I sat down heavily next to the fabric, my heart pounding.

I thought, at this moment, she's probably in there pulling at her hair. Once a person has evil thoughts, they can't stop themselves. That's exactly what happened to me. The only thing missing before the unexpected situation occurred was a trigger. The scene I just witnessed was one trigger, and the underwear my sister-in-law had changed out of on the bench outside was another. And that's exactly what happened; I touched it without thinking.

I hadn't looked closely in the bathroom, but it turns out my sister-in-law had taken it off outside—a small black triangle, a thin sheer bra, and a black bra. I couldn't resist bringing it to my nose and smelling it. It didn't have the unpleasant smell described in novels, but rather a soft, feminine scent. I guess that's a perverted act.

Actually, I wasn't really intoxicated by it; my mind was still clear. It felt like a long time, but it was very short—only about ten minutes from when my brother left until now. I only came to my senses when I heard my sister-in-law calling me.

I rushed over. It turned out my sister-in-law wanted me to unplug the power cord. She was wearing a bath towel—I don't know how she got it on, maybe she hooked it with her feet, like in the movie *Pan Jinlian*, exposing her shoulders and white feet. My sister-in-law was covering her chest with a bath towel with one hand and holding a hairdryer with the other. I noticed a clump of hair stuck in it. After checking the height, I went out and brought in a stool. Perhaps driven by lust, I deliberately left her underwear on the bundles of fabric outside instead of bringing it in. I admired their ingenuity; the plug and power strip were wrapped with multiple layers of tape. Afraid of electrocution, I handled it carefully until I unplugged it, at which point my sister-in-law finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, I should have left at that point, but I didn't. My thoughts were becoming clearer. I said, "I'll do it for you. You sit down; it's not comfortable for you to do it yourself." "Okay."

That feeling came back. I took the hairdryer and stood behind my sister-in-law. I knew she wasn't wearing anything. There wasn't much hair stuck in the hairdryer, so I carefully tried to remove it. Sometimes it hurt, and my sister-in-law would tell me to be gentler.

It was actually quite easy, mainly because my sister-in-law had difficulty using one hand, making it easier for me. Looking at her neck and shoulders, I felt my blood pressure rising, and she seemed to feel the same way. We were both breathing heavily. People say lust is the strongest urge, so I did something I never expected. It wasn't out of love or affection, just pure excitement. After all her hair was out, I couldn't help but kiss her shoulder. Just as I had anticipated, my sister-in-law stood up abruptly, glanced at me, and although her tone wasn't harsh, she said, "What are you doing?" I felt like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss for words. "You should go out first, don't tell XX (my brother)."

"Okay."

I went out again. A little while later, my sister-in-law came out, wearing a bath towel. We looked at each other, but there was no spark, only a hint of lust. "Go downstairs and wait for me, I'll get dressed." Then my sister-in-law went to get her underwear and such.

This is the ultimate internal struggle. Watching her bend over to get her underwear, her protruding buttocks sent me the strongest signal. I don't know where I got the courage, but I went up and hugged her from behind, placing both hands directly on her breasts. I felt like I used a lot of force. She seemed to be startled. "What are you doing?" I ignored her and tore off the towel. After truly grasping her breasts, I pushed her down and rolled her onto the fabric on the floor, kissing her neck and back incessantly.

People say women are the weaker sex, and it's absolutely true. Although she was taller than me, I still gained the upper hand in just a few minutes of struggling. From fierce resistance to gradual softening, until I threw away the entire towel, she still tried to stop me, saying, "Your brother will kill you if he finds out." But it didn't mean much to me anymore. I forcefully turned her around, facing her, pressing down on her, kissing her from her neck to her breasts. At first, she hit my back hard, but when I sucked on her large breasts, she softened. Even when I kissed her intensely, she would hold my head. Then I vigorously rubbed her breasts with my hands, moving downwards. When I licked her labia, she had already given up. "Your brother will kill us if he finds out." But I still couldn't hear her. Even when I was taking off my clothes, she was still limp. She only struggled a little when my penis touched the entrance of her vagina. But it didn't matter to me. As my penis slowly slid into her vagina, we completed the most primal intercourse. As if she had given up, she stopped struggling, and I just kept thrusting. Whenever I thrust deeper, she would moan softly.

Her vagina was very tight, not at all like a mother, much less a 44-year-old woman. We stayed in that position for a while when her phone rang. She was startled and suddenly sat up, but I still didn't pull out. "It's your brother," I said, "Don't answer." Then I just looked at her, and she looked at me. The phone kept ringing, ironically, jarringly. For about 20 seconds, she suddenly put the phone aside. "Hurry up." Those three words changed our relationship. I was no longer raping her, and my sister-in-law seemed to want to let loose. She actively wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs naturally hooking around my waist. I did like this position, especially her long legs.

The position didn't change; we continued this primal movement. When we got excited, I would kiss her on the lips, and she would respond. Perhaps it was the stimulation from the phone call, but my sister-in-law was finally acting like a woman. At the moment of ejaculation, accompanied by emptiness and pleasure, I realized I had done something I shouldn't have.

I didn't ask if it was safe to ejaculate inside her. After I finished, we just hugged for a while without saying a word. My sister-in-law pushed me away and went to take a shower by herself.

She finished quickly and said, "You should shower too. I'll wait for you downstairs." When I came downstairs and saw her, she was on the phone, putting her finger to her lips. That expression made me feel relaxed, meaning I shouldn't say anything. After she hung up, she told me that my older brother would be busy until very late and asked me what I meant. What could I mean? I said, "Let's go home.

" I rode in my sister-in-law's car all the way to my door. Neither of us spoke. When I got out of the car, I just said, "Take care."

"Okay, I know. Go home." She said more words than I did, but nothing else. Until I got home, took a shower, and lay in bed, I suddenly felt like I had just woken up from a dream. I no longer had my sister-in-law's phone number or WeChat. Another woman had entered my life, someone I had an intimate relationship with. It was a tragic fate, but also a destiny.

Much later, when I went to see her again, she was still the same, only now her eyes held an emotion no one else could understand. I understood, and she understood too. Even today, she remains the same. Several other things happened in between, but that's another story. We weren't friends with benefits, but we were like friends with benefits; we weren't lovers, but we had the care of lovers. It's hard to explain, so hard to explain…

[The End]

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