To comfort my brother-in-law

Life is unpredictable. One day, I suddenly learned from my husband that my brother-in-law's wife had cancer.

From then on, her illness became a frequent topic of conversation between my husband and me. We felt sad for her and regretful for my brother-in-law. What happened? My mother-in-law had died of cancer, how could my brother-in-law also get cancer? It's truly a case of "people have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning, nothing in this world is perfect."

Cancer—an incurable disease for all of humanity, there's nothing anyone can do about it. We could only call my brother-in-law every few days to inquire about his condition as a sign of concern (partly because we were hiding the illness from my sister-in-law, and partly because we didn't want to trigger her grief; women are always more vulnerable, so we mostly called my brother-in-law).

One afternoon, I unexpectedly received a call from my sister-in-law. She spoke weakly, "Third Sister-in-law, this is Zhang Yan. I've been sick for almost half a year. Although your brother and nephew haven't told me, I can guess what illness I have. I feel like I don't have many days left to live."

I quickly interrupted her, saying, "Zhang Yan, don't talk nonsense. You'll get better slowly."

"Third Sister-in-law, don't interrupt. Let me finish. I understand your good intentions, but I know my own situation. I have difficulty speaking now, and I estimate my days are numbered. Our parents-in-law have already passed away. Third Sister-in-law, you are the best person among us sisters-in-law, you have the kindest heart, and Third Brother is the most loyal to his brothers. Now, only you can comfort him. I love him very much. I wanted to accompany him through life, but I never expected to leave him. After I'm gone, he'll be all alone, so pitiful. My heart aches..." She choked up and couldn't continue.

I forced back the tears welling up in my eyes and comforted her, saying, "Zhang Yan, don't talk nonsense, you'll be alright." I knew my words were utterly inadequate; I truly didn't know what to say to comfort her.

After a short pause, my sister-in-law's weak voice came through again: "Third Sister-in-law, I won't say much more. I entrust my beloved person to you. Please comfort him for me, take good care of him, promise me..." My sister-in-law couldn't continue, overcome with grief.

I quickly said, "Okay, Zhang Yan, I promise you, I will take good care of him. Don't worry."

"You are the person I trust most, thank you!"

Just as I was about to say a few more words of comfort, she hung up the phone. I was so heartbroken; I cried for a long time.

When my husband came home from work, I tearfully recounted my sister-in-law's phone call. My husband also wept.

Three days later, in the evening, we learned of my sister-in-law's passing. We had our son fly to XX City to help my uncle and nephew with the funeral arrangements, and persuaded my uncle to come to our home with my son. My husband took three days off to be with him, hoping to ease his brother-in-law's grief over the loss of his wife.

Our home is in a newly developing small city; although it has developed rapidly in recent years, it still retains some rural characteristics. For example, our neighborhood is named XX Village, and we all have small vegetable gardens. To distract him from thinking about his sister-in-law, I took him to our small vegetable garden, about two acres in size, to see the various vegetables we grow. I even got him to help us till the soil and plant. My brother-in-law is a hardworking man, loves to work, and is in good health. We had originally planned for my husband to take two days off to till the soil, but he finished in half a day. I also had my husband and son accompany him on a tour of our small city.

Soon, there was nothing else to do.

On the third day, at home, we tried to comfort and console him, but he just sat there silently with his head down, not saying a word. We knew that words alone couldn't heal his heart; only time could slowly soothe his pain.

The three-day holiday quickly passed, and my husband and children had to go back to work.

That night, as we were going to bed, I whispered to my husband about my husband's younger brother: "You're all leaving tomorrow, going to work, leaving him all alone. Won't he miss his sister-in-law? Sigh, it's easy to talk about the dead, they just close their eyes and it's over, but it's hard for the living! Besides, he's only in his forties. Although he has a son and a daughter-in-law, he sleeps alone at night. What will he do, all lonely?"

My husband also said with a heavy heart, "Yes, maybe we should find him another one. I just don't know if the children will agree?"

“I’ll talk to the kids about it when I have time, and have their dad find a companion so they won’t have to worry,”

my husband agreed. “We have to find someone for our fourth brother, otherwise it’s really not a good thing.”

Thinking about my brother-in-law’s situation, I said sadly, “Sigh, it’s easier if the man dies first and the woman is left behind, but it’s sad if the woman dies

and the man is left behind. If I die first, you should find someone.” My husband also said sadly, “Whether it’s a man or a woman, it’s not good for the one left behind. If I die first, you have to find someone too.”

I teased my husband, “If I find someone, won’t you be so angry and resentful that you’ll crawl out of your coffin?”

My husband replied, “Is your husband that petty? Why don’t you find someone now and see if I’m angry or resentful?”

I was silent for a while, then changed the subject, “Tonight, only our fourth brother is left in that room. Will he miss his sister-in-law again?”

“Of course he will.”

"Sigh, we've always been together as husband and wife, and suddenly he's all alone in this empty house. How lonely and unbearable it must be! Especially seeing him so pained and lost in thought when he's alone, it's really heartbreaking," I said softly.

My husband didn't speak, remaining silent.

I turned to look at him and asked, "Asleep?"

"No."

"Then why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about?"

My husband suddenly asked me, "Do you think your fourth brother is pitiful?"

"Of course he is."

"Then do you feel sorry for him?"

"Of course I feel sorry for him."

"Then can you go and comfort him?"

"I've been comforting him all afternoon, but it's just the same old words, will it work?"

"I'm not talking about just comforting him with words."

"Then how do you comfort him?" "

I'm talking about comforting him with your body and soul." "

Comforting him with your body and soul?" I was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand what my husband meant, and I blushed instantly. But I still pretended to be clueless, to see what my husband was trying to say.

My husband chuckled dryly twice and said, "It's about comforting him with your body, giving him love with your heart."

Finally, he got it all out, and I gritted my teeth and punched my husband. My husband cried out "Ouch!" and then fell silent. I was terrified. My careless punch landed squarely on my husband's chest. I sat up, staring at him in horror, completely at a loss for what to do. After a while, he caught his breath and said angrily, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"

Seeing his pain, I whispered with heartache, "It's your own fault

for being so irresponsible and talking nonsense." He rubbed his chest gently and said, "I wasn't talking nonsense. I was genuinely thinking of my fourth brother and you."

"You're more like thinking of your brother, not me? Do you think I'm a prostitute?"

"Don't say such harsh things, okay? Have you forgotten what we discussed before? You're the one I care about most. We've been married for over twenty years, and you've only ever been intimate with me. You've never experienced what it's like with other men. Before, when we talked about this, you were tempted, but for various reasons, you never had the chance. Now there's this opportunity; you can put it into practice. It can help your brother escape his painful cycle, and it can also fulfill our long-held desires. It's a win-win situation."

My husband's words reminded me of a few years ago when I tricked him into hiring prostitutes. To appease me, he repeatedly tried to seduce me and persuade me to try being with other men.

I remember back then:

My husband was originally a section chief in a state-owned enterprise. He resigned due to a higher salary and joined a private company. Because of his exceptional work ability, he quickly became the vice president of the company, frequently traveling for business. In those years, bribery between clients for business deals was particularly prevalent. I was very worried about this. Once, through a subtle interrogation, my husband confessed that several clients had arranged for him to meet prostitutes, but he only actually did it the first time. That time, the client said he wanted the prostitute to do a Thai-style service. My husband had never experienced a Thai-style service before, but seeing scenes like that on TV dramas, he decided to try it. The room did have those kinds of beds, with a frame above them like parallel bars. When the prostitute arrived, she sounded like a local, and seemed quite attractive, young and pretty, around 20 years old. My husband said she was definitely married. He asked, "What's wrong?" The prostitute had him lie on the bed and symbolically massaged his back a few times. My husband asked if this was a Thai-style service. Unexpectedly, the prostitute bluntly said she would if she didn't know how. Although my husband had never been with a prostitute before, he vaguely understood what she meant. My husband said he was out of his mind that time, wanting to try having sex with another woman to see if it would feel different from his wife's. He wanted to try something new, but was afraid the prostitute might have an STD, so he foolishly checked her genitals. They looked clean, not like someone with a disease. The prostitute's vulva was dark and definitely different from his wife's, much smaller and larger. Was the inside different too? With this curiosity, he decided to try it. After entering, it felt empty and not slippery at all, like the descriptions of an old woman's vagina in books, far inferior to his wife's. He felt like a thief that time, constantly afraid of being caught, anxious and uneasy, almost giving up halfway through. He decided to finish quickly, finishing in only ten minutes. Afterwards, he was suspicious and felt itchy, fearing something was wrong, so he quickly went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed himself before he felt better.

My husband said, "Hiring prostitutes is definitely not enjoyable, it's torture. Psychologically, I'm afraid of getting STDs; mentally, I'm afraid others will find out. I regret it so much. Forget the fear, the feeling is nowhere near as comfortable as with my wife. So I've decided never to hire prostitutes again." The next few times clients hired prostitutes, my husband, to avoid spoiling the fun, would privately tell the prostitutes that his wife was amazing, that she had marked the prostitutes and checked them every night, and that if she found out, it would be terrible. So they didn't actually do it, it was just for show. Hearing my husband's lingering fearful account that time, I wasn't angry at all; instead, I almost laughed myself to death. With that kind of guts, he still goes to prostitutes?

Later, my husband took me online, browsing porn sites, learning about things like cuckoldry, threesome videos, and novels. He slowly lured me into accepting these things, sometimes imitating what I saw online, saying he'd find me handsome guys with big dicks to have sex with. I found it very exciting, imagining myself being penetrated by other men, and I would get into it quickly. Reading too many novels and watching too many movies has a significant impact on a person. For example, my husband used to get jealous if he saw other men making flirtatious remarks or gestures towards me. But after reading a lot of stories and novels about cuckolding, his thinking changed. He keeps saying he wants to find me a strong, muscular man to have sex with, saying he wants to see me suffer terribly at the hands of other men. At first, I strongly opposed his idea, but slowly, I felt a stirring within me resurfacing, and I began to accept his idea of finding me men. So, you can't resist temptation.

My husband actually did look for single men for me online, but I always compared them to him. While he's not tall and handsome, and his penis is just average, he's intelligent, quick-witted, and knows how to cherish and care for me, so I usually feel he's not as good as me. He's afraid that anyone better than him will run off with me, and he's worried about that. Finally, after we both agreed on someone, I changed my mind and backed out at the last minute. My husband asked me why I did that. I said, "What if it gets exposed? How can I live with myself if others find out?" So, it hasn't worked out yet.

Just then, my husband nudged me and said, "What are you thinking about? Were you even listening to me?"

I quickly snapped out of my reverie and asked, "Oh, what did you say?"

My husband continued, "As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders.' Fourth Brother is my own brother, family. He's definitely not sick, and he won't leak it to outsiders. It's safe, convenient, and highly confidential. Everyone can rest assured. It's a win-win-win situation, isn't it great?"

Seeing my husband's earnest and eager expression, I tried to find another excuse, saying, "What about me and Fourth Brother? Isn't that what we're doing?"

My husband hugged me and said, "Don't listen to that feudalistic Confucianism. Fourth Brother and I are related by blood, but you aren't. How could it be? Even if it were, if you don't tell and I don't tell, Fourth Brother definitely won't tell either. Who would know? Didn't I just say that this is both secretive and safe? You can rest assured and be bold." "Go do it, and you'll be rewarded if you succeed."

Confused, I asked, "How?"

My husband said mysteriously, "Don't ask, you'll find out when the time comes."

I said worriedly, "I'm almost 40, who would like an old woman? Especially a fat one."

My husband smiled and said, "Even in your later years, you still have your charm. You have a nice face, fair and delicate skin, and you're quite attractive. Especially your lower body, which is very outstanding. You have to believe in yourself."

I felt my husband's selfless love, and I was moved. I hugged him tightly and kissed him on the lips. I was burning with desire, and I wanted to make love, but my husband gently refused, saying, "We won't do it tonight. You should rest up and comfort your fourth brother. I wish you success and all your wishes come true! Go to sleep."

Could I sleep? My mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts. But my husband's words gave me some confidence. I'm 1.65 meters tall, and my skin, as my husband says, is fair and smooth. I've had a child, but I don't have stretch marks. Although I've gained a little weight, I don't look bloated. I wouldn't call myself beautiful, but others always compliment me. Perhaps, as my husband says, I'm a woman who retains her charm even in her later years? Then I think of my brother-in-law. He's two years younger than my husband, the same age as me. He's more handsome and stronger than my husband, not as intelligent, but more down-to-earth, which makes him quite likable.

But how do I talk to him? Will he agree? If I take the initiative, will he look down on me? What would it feel like if he were willing to sleep with me? Just imagining him on top of me, his hard penis inside me, makes my lower body twitch and itch, and I ejaculate. Am I just naturally promiscuous? Suddenly, I feel incredibly ashamed. But thinking about my husband's words, I tried to convince myself: "I'm helping my brother-in-law alleviate his pain. My husband said it's the best medicine to eliminate pain. When my mother-in-law passed away, my extremely filial husband was deeply mired in grief, and it was I who slowly pulled him out of that vortex. So what I'm doing shouldn't be considered an act, right?" I

tossed and turned until midnight before finally drifting off to sleep.

I woke up with a start when I heard my husband's words as he said goodbye before leaving for work. It was already 7:30 in the morning. I hurriedly tried to get up, but my husband stopped me, saying, "You didn't sleep well last night, sleep a little longer. I'll lock the door for you. If possible, I hope you can take the initiative to help your fourth brother escape his pain and give him a new hope for life."

Lying in bed, thinking about my husband's words before leaving for work, my thoughts were in turmoil. How could I comfort my brother-in-law? I had already offered empty words of comfort several times, with almost no effect. Perhaps this was the only feasible way to change his grief and pain. Using this strategy would definitely require me to take the initiative, but would my brother-in-law accept this approach? What if my uncle rejected me? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? How could I face him afterward? The thought of rejection filled me with shame and fear. Then I thought, maybe it won't be so bad? To help him, should I just give it a try? But how could I bring it up? I thought quietly for a while, sorting out my thoughts. I decided to take it one step at a time; if it worked, great; if not, at least I'd done my best. I

took a deep breath and, with a sense of recklessness, went into my fourth brother's bedroom in my pajamas. My uncle was already awake, just sitting there, wrapped in his blanket, lost in thought. I knew immediately he must have missed his sister-in-law and hadn't slept well last night. Seeing me enter, he called out "Third Sister-in-law" and then fell silent.

I went to my fourth brother and asked, "Are you thinking about Zhang Yan again? Don't keep thinking about her. The dead can't be brought back to life. As the saying goes, 'A living person thinking about a dead person is like a stupid dog chasing a flock of birds.' It's useless. You need to pull yourself together and start a new life."

My uncle's eyes reddened. My heart softened instantly, and a maternal tenderness made me instinctively hug my uncle and say softly, "If you're feeling sad and want to cry, just cry it out. Don't hold it in; it'll hurt your health."

Perhaps because there was no one else at home, my uncle really started sobbing in my arms. Yes, at home with his son and daughter-in-law, he couldn't cry, but in my house, in front of his brother and nephew, he couldn't cry either. The pain of missing his loved one was tearing at his heart, and perhaps only in my sister-in-law's arms could he dare to release it.

I didn't say anything, just gently patted my uncle's back like I would a baby. Yes, even the strongest man has his vulnerable moments, and at these times, he needs loving care.

My uncle cried in my arms for a while, then seemed a little embarrassed, and lifted his head from my embrace. Looking at my chest, he noticed not only tears but also a little snot, and he shyly wiped it with his hand. Since he was only wearing pajamas, the tear stains were right on my nipples. After wiping a couple of times, he touched my erect nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, and after my uncle wiped them twice, my nipples felt a tingling sensation, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My uncle also stopped in surprise, his hand frozen in mid-air. Seeing this, I quickly covered him up, saying, "It's okay, don't wipe it."

To ease the awkwardness, I made conversation, asking, "Do you feel a little better now?" My uncle nodded.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulled him close again, and tenderly kissed his forehead, murmuring as if in a nightmare, "Let me take over your love from your sister-in-law." I licked away the tear stains on his face, then gently kissed his lips, trying to pry open his tongue with mine. My uncle seemed a little flustered at first, but after a while, he slowly pulled me close in response... We slowly fell onto the bed...

I felt the changes in my uncle's body, and my heart pounded. Fear? Excitement? Maybe both? With trembling hands, I tentatively and quietly grasped his erect member, my ears burning and heart pounding, and whispered, "Do you want it?"

My uncle hummed in response, but then, as if suddenly realizing something, he pushed me away, saying in alarm, "I can't. You're my sister-in-law. I can't betray my third brother."

Hearing this, I felt a surge of panic. After calming myself, I said to my uncle, "You haven't betrayed your third brother. I'm doing this as he instructed. He told me to comfort you with my body and soul."

"Is this appropriate? Will my third brother agree to this?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. This is indeed your third brother's idea, and I'm willing to do it too. As long as it relieves your pain, do whatever you want. Don't have any worries. If you don't do it, you'll be letting your third brother down. Unless you think I'm too old and don't like me."

“No, it’s not that I look down on you. You’re not old, you’re young and beautiful. You’re the most beautiful wife in our family. If you’re not beautiful, then there’s no one beautiful. Actually, I… I don’t mean to be unwilling, it’s just… I’m afraid that doing this would be letting down my third brother.”

“Silly brother, don’t worry, this is really your third brother’s idea.”

“Is that possible? Who would want their wife to serve another man?” My uncle muttered doubtfully to himself.

“This is really what your third brother asked me to do. Your third brother loves you very much. He sees you always missing your sister-in-law and looking so depressed and miserable. He feels very sorry for you, and so do I. I hope you get better soon, so I came to find you.”

“Third brother and sister-in-law are so kind. How can I repay you?”

“Listen to me, getting better soon is your repayment.” I said, and tried to hug and kiss him again. Perhaps my explanation and persuasion worked, dispelling his concerns. Without the psychological pressure, my uncle began to kiss me back, and his arms around me became stronger. His penis became erect again. I reached out and gently grasped it. "Oh," it was quite large, feeling about an inch longer and thicker than my husband's, and burning hot. My brother-in-law hesitated for a moment before slipping his hand inside my pajamas and kneading one of my breasts.

My body began to heat up, and while kissing my brother-in-law, I hastily pulled off his underwear. He also took off my pajamas, and we both slipped into the covers, naked, cuddling and kissing, burning with passion.

My brother-in-law climbed on top of me, sucking on one of my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other with his other hand.

His actions quickly became too much for me; I became very wet and itchy. My hand involuntarily grasped my brother-in-law's hot, throbbing member and guided it to my mouth. My brother-in-law probably couldn't resist any longer either. Guided by me, he thrust forward, and his throbbing member plunged into me. We both let out a comfortable "Oh!" My brother-in-law's penis was indeed longer than my husband's, and it reached all the way in one go. My lower body was a little sore from the impact, but the intense, itchy pleasure completely overshadowed the pain.

My brother-in-law started moving, initially very gently, slowly, one stroke at a time. With each thrust and friction of his thick shaft, my vaginal muscles experienced a very obvious tingling pleasure. As his movements became stronger and faster, the tingling pleasure gradually intensified. Combined with the tingling stimulation from his sucking and kneading my nipples, I couldn't help but arouse. Suddenly, the thought that my brother-in-law was raping his sister-in-law came to mind. A strange thought simultaneously stimulated that itchy nerve in my heart. The three sensations, like three giant waves in the ocean, converged and instantly formed a tsunami, crashing into my mind and then engulfing my entire body. My mind went blank, and I knew nothing more.

When I regained consciousness, I saw my uncle staring blankly at me, asking, "Third Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! What happened?"

"Just now, you let out a scream and then stopped breathing, it startled me."

I laughed sheepishly and said, "Maybe you were too amazing, I just passed out from the pleasure."

"Oh, I see!" My uncle was delighted, like a child receiving praise, and became even more enthusiastic, thrusting harder and faster. In less than a minute, another wave of pleasure washed over me, engulfing me once more. This cycle repeated itself, and I tumbled in the waves. I don't know how many times I experienced this. Until my uncle's engorged, hard penis gushed out like a cannonball, shooting like rockets into the vaginal muscles at the base, and I was knocked unconscious again.

I woke up from my unconsciousness again, excitedly and happily hugging my uncle, saying, "You're amazing! You made me feel so good! I've never felt so good before. You're such a great man!"

My uncle chuckled foolishly and said, "You're the best, sister-in-law! Your pussy is so tight and lubricated, and it sucks on my penis like a little mouth. That's what I call comfortable."

"Really? Is it as good as you say? You're not just flattering me, are you?"

"Really, your pussy is so beautiful inside, tight, warm, slippery, with lots of folds, and it keeps sucking me in. I've never experienced anything so wonderful, it's unforgettable."

"Is it really as good as you say?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful, very wonderful. I'm afraid I'll get addicted."

Hearing my uncle say this again and again, I felt a great sense of accomplishment and said passionately, "If you really like it, I can give it to you every day."

My uncle said with surprise, "Really? Then thank you, third sister-in-law."

It seems this method really works. I could clearly feel the joy and relief in my uncle's heart. I think I'll be able to pull my brother-in-law out of his throes of pain in a while.

That evening, after my husband came home from work, he greeted my brother first. I noticed my brother-in-law's face was a little red, and he was speaking hesitantly and unnaturally. Feeling embarrassed, I took the coat my husband had taken off and quickly said, "Go wash your face and eat."

"Okay, I'll wash up and eat," my husband replied, while giving me an inquiring look. My face immediately turned bright red, and to hide my embarrassment, I quickly turned and ran to the kitchen.

After dinner, we sat in the living room, watching TV and chatting. My husband probably noticed our awkwardness, so he mostly talked about work and funny things online, and my brother-in-law and I only gave perfunctory responses. This continued until bedtime.

Afterwards, my husband asked me, "How was it?"

"How was what?"

"What happened between you and your fourth brother today."

I nodded shyly.

"From the atmosphere tonight, I sensed things have progressed between you two, but I don't know how far. Can you tell me?"

"Finally, you've achieved your goal," I said shyly and nervously.

"So you've already slept together?"

"Yes,"

my husband suddenly hugged me, kissing me excitedly, "Thank you, my good wife."

He excitedly touched my genitals, saying, "Great! Wife, you've finally made a breakthrough! How does it feel? Good? Oh, you're wet down there, looks pretty good, right?" He then climbed on top of me and impatiently thrust his hard penis into my overflowing vagina. My husband urged

me to tell him about my relationship with my brother-in-law. I said shyly, "How should I put it? It's so embarrassing."

My husband kept asking while he was moving, "What are you shy about? Tell me, is your fourth brother thick? Big?"

"Thick, thicker than yours, bigger than yours."

"How much thicker? How much bigger?"

"Thicker, about an inch longer? When he thrust in hard, it felt like he went through a small section of the cervix, reaching the very bottom. Anyway, it felt very swollen and itchy inside." As I shyly described it, his erection increased, and we entered together when my husband ejaculated. Tonight we were both unusually excited; the feeling was just like the erotic novels described by our friends.

My husband hugged me and we rested for a while, then said, "Why don't you go and comfort your fourth brother?"

"Go again? It's too embarrassing, I'm not going."

"Good wife, go ahead, strike while the iron is hot, and cure your fourth brother's lovesickness as soon as possible."

I pretended to be coy, but actually, my lower body had already started to feel itchy and wet.

"Go on, stop dawdling." Urged by my husband again, I reluctantly got out of bed.

Entering my brother-in-law's bedroom, I reached his bedside. He softly called out, "Third Sister-in-law!"

"Not asleep? Still thinking about your wife?"

"No, I'm thinking about you."

"Thinking about me?"

"Yes, I'm thinking about you."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your beauty, and the wonderful feeling down there."

"Hehe, Fourth Brother has learned to be sweet-talking, he knows how to flatter." I said, lifting the covers and slipping under him.

"Thinking about me? Good, I've brought it to you."

My brother-in-law excitedly embraced me, kissing me while his hands roamed over my body, touching my breasts and buttocks. I had come with lust, and his groping had already made me incredibly aroused. Then, like a little boy, he pounced on me, parted my legs, and thrust his already raging member into me: "Oh, so comfortable, so beautiful." I felt the swelling and itching inside, causing a series of contractions.

My uncle didn't move his lower body, but only sucked and kneaded my breasts, feeling the wonderful sensation of the vaginal muscles contracting and writhing tightly around them.

Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and began to act.

I, too, was stimulated by the pleasure and began to move.

My uncle's strength increased, his movements accelerated, like a wild horse galloping across the grasslands. It felt as if my body was flying, my soul carried away by the wild horse, soaring into the sky.

When my soul returned to my body, I realized I was still on the bed, the wild horse still galloping.

After several out-of-body experiences, we were both drenched in sweat. I trembled, gasped, and held each other tightly, unwilling to separate. We savored the beautiful afterglow of pleasure until it subsided and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up needing to urinate, my uncle was still fast asleep on top of me, my legs still draped over his knees. It seemed I had truly driven away his pain of missing his wife. To my surprise, although his penis wasn't as hard anymore, it was still inside me, perhaps due to our tightly embraced position! Seeing my uncle sleeping soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb him, but the urge to urinate forced me to get up. So I gently embraced him and slowly rolled over, freeing myself. As my uncle withdrew, it caused another wave of tingling and contractions.

After relieving myself, I found my lower body was wet, even my thighs were sticky. Afraid of waking my uncle and husband, I didn't dare go to the bathroom to wash, so I just wiped myself with a tissue and quietly lay back down on the bed, savoring the sweet scene from earlier, before drifting back to sleep.

In the morning, I was awakened by an itching sensation in my nipples and found my uncle teasing me again, his erection pressing against my thighs. I asked him in surprise, "You want more?"

"Yes, I do," my uncle replied shyly.

"Don't tire yourself out!"

"It's okay, sister-in-law, let's do it again, I'm not tired."

"If you don't feel tired, come on if you want to."

So my uncle and I went to bed again and made love.

After our lovemaking, my uncle suddenly said to me, "Oh no!"

I immediately asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't wear a condom, what if my sister-in-law gets pregnant?"

"Oh dear, I forgot too, what should I do?"

"Hurry up and buy emergency contraception at the pharmacy, is it too late?"

"You didn't wear one yesterday, it's been more than 24 hours now, I'm afraid it's too late, right? Oh well, whatever, you two brothers have already done it, you won't be able to tell whose it is, I'll just have a baby for you."

"How can that be? Would it be a son or a nephew, wouldn't that be a mess? What should I do?"

Looking at my uncle's earnest and anxious innocent look, I couldn't help but chuckle: "Silly brother, I was just teasing you, I already took precautions, otherwise I wouldn't dare let you do this. Do you think I'm serious? I still have my bottom line, it's fine to have fun with you, but I absolutely cannot have a child with you, if I have a child with you, then it'll be a real child."

"You scared me to death! I guess I'll buy a box, that's safer."

"How about we stop? That's the safest way."

"But ever since I slept with my sister-in-law, I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore."

"I don't like using condoms. Using a condom is like scratching an itch through a boot; the feeling isn't strong enough."

"Then I'll control myself and not ejaculate inside."

"No, I like the feeling of ejaculating inside. Don't worry, you won't get pregnant."

After teasing my innocent and honest brother-in-law for a while, I looked at the clock and it was already past 6 a.m. I didn't dare linger in bed any longer. Although my husband had agreed, I was still a little embarrassed to face him directly. So I said to my brother-in-law, "Let's go wash up quickly. Your third brother

will be up for work soon." We had just gotten up when my husband got up.

I was very embarrassed and quickly arranged breakfast.

While my fourth brother was washing his face, my husband whispered in my ear, "Last night, I heard your voice. It seems to have worked well. Keep up the good work and guide your fourth brother."

"You?" I blushed with shame, feeling as ashamed as if my husband had stripped me naked and exposed me to the public.

"What are you shy about? Look at your blushing face. Oh, by the way, when you're free today, teach him how to use the internet, let him watch some videos or something, let him learn something too. Fourth brother is too naive, he only knows how to work, he doesn't understand anything else."

I blushed and scolded, "You've corrupted me, are you going to corrupt my brother too?"

"It's true that good deeds don't always get rewarded. You've tasted the benefits, but you blame me for being bad. Where is justice?"

I was about to hit him when my husband ran away.

[The End]

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