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She's my boss's younger sister, eight years older than me. She and her husband had a good relationship, but unfortunately, a few years ago, he developed a growth on his penis and had most of it removed. He spent a lot of money on several reconstructive surgeries, and while it looks fine externally, it doesn't really help. Her husband is a respectable and cultured man. Considering his situation, he tried to persuade his wife to divorce him, but she refused. Later, he had no choice but to suggest she find a lover, saying there was only one condition: she shouldn't contract any diseases. She had a huge fight with him about this and became extremely careful about going to get off work on time, never lingering outside, and even stopping participating in company activities. This made her husband feel like a burden to his wife, and he became very depressed. I learned all this when I was tutoring her child for free, and her husband told me himself. At the time, I didn't think too much about it; I was mainly just very sorry for his situation. Later, her husband bluntly asked for my opinion, saying he wanted to abandon some vulgar ideas, but since women in their thirties and forties are like wolves and tigers, he asked if I could satisfy his wife. His words startled me. I quickly refused while trying to comfort him. After leaving his house, I didn't dare tutor his child again. My boss even complained about this, saying that his sister's child was at a crucial stage in her studies, and that what I did was irresponsible. My boss's attitude made me think a lot. I realized that given my position, his brother-in-law's status, and their financial situation, they could easily hire a professional tutor. Why should I tutor her? Besides, his sister's child was already a very good student, a smart and well-behaved girl. Perhaps my boss had other ulterior motives, but he didn't want to say them directly. So, two weeks later, I went to his sister's house to tutor her again, and also apologized to his brother-in-law. Six months later, the girl successfully entered a top high school. After the child started high school, to celebrate, his brother-in-law drove my wife and me on a weekend trip. We arrived at our destination in the afternoon. After checking into a local hotel, his brother-in-law said he was going to meet an old friend, leaving my wife and me at the hotel. He called around dinner time, saying he was with friends and told us to eat by ourselves and not wait for him. Around 9 PM, he called again, saying he'd had too much to drink and wanted to chat with his friends longer, so he wouldn't be home that night. At that moment, I understood everything. I hung up, took a good shower, and knocked on his wife's door to chat with her. She was wearing pajamas, and it seemed she was already in bed. We chatted while watching TV, and I deliberately brought up topics related to men and women. She glared at me, saying it was getting late and she needed to go back to her room to sleep. I was at my wit's end, so I pounced on her and pinned her to the bed. She struggled desperately and managed to scream. I covered her mouth and said, "Go ahead and scream. It would be best if the police came to your workplace to investigate; that would improve your reputation!" Hearing this, she stopped screaming, but continued to struggle, tears streaming down her face. After all, I'm a strong 34-year-old man, and she's a woman in her early 40s; she couldn't overcome me, and I pinned her to the bed. Perhaps knowing resistance was futile, or perhaps she struggled for a while until she ran out of strength, she finally lay motionless on the bed. I used the drawstring of my pajamas to tie her hands behind her back. Looking at her from behind, I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas, only underwear. I started straddling her waist, kissing and caressing her. She buried her head in the bed and sobbed. I ignored her, continuing to kiss her neck, ears, shoulders, and back, touching her breasts with one hand and reaching behind her to touch her genitals with the other. After about half an hour, under my ministrations, her sobs gradually began to be mixed with moans, and later it was mostly just moans. I felt the time was right, so I got up and stood by the bed, lifted her waist with both hands, and thrust into her directly from behind. After a while, she whispered, "Let go of my hands." So, I untied the drawstring from her hands. Unexpectedly, as soon as her hands were freed, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and turned to hit me. I instinctively dodged, grabbed her shoulders and pressed her onto the bed, ignoring her feelings, and started thrusting into her violently. Perhaps because I was so forceful, I ejaculated in less than 10 minutes. After we finished, I sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. She lay on the bed and cried for a few minutes, then grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After a while, the water stopped, so she was probably done, but she didn't come out. I was puzzled, so I knocked on the bathroom door, saying comforting words. After knocking for a while, she opened the door, didn't even look at me, and silently got into bed, turning her back to me. At that moment, I realized I had been too impulsive, so I apologized and comforted her, saying things that women like to hear, like how beautiful and charming she was. Later, I stroked her hair, and she slapped me, said "Get out," and ignored me. I said, "Then you rest, I'm leaving," but she didn't say anything. I said again, "I'm worried about you like this, I won't leave," but she still didn't say anything. I was indeed a little worried, so I didn't leave and sat there watching TV. Some suggestive scenes on TV aroused my desire again, so I leaned over and kissed her forehead. I didn't know if she was asleep or what, she didn't make a sound. So I moved her body, unbuttoned her nightgown, climbed on top of her, and began kissing her from head to toe. She didn't make a sound, but I saw a tear roll down her cheek from her tightly closed eyes. I suddenly felt a pang of heartache for her, so I lay down beside her and said some comforting words. Perhaps it was because my words carried this tenderness, and were sincere, that I felt her facial expression soften slightly. As I spoke, I caressed her entire body. Later, when I opened her legs, I didn't encounter much resistance. With the caresses at just the right pace, I penetrated her again. She kept her eyes tightly closed, but soon began to moan softly, even though tears still clung to her eyes. Because it was the second time, it lasted longer; after more than ten minutes, I felt her vagina begin to contract. I knew she was feeling it. So I asked her if she had orgasmed. She didn't answer. I asked again if she wanted to rest for a while. She hummed in agreement. So I pulled out and held her tightly as we lay on the bed. She kept her eyes closed, but this time she pressed her head against my chest. I caressed her while telling her some funny stories from my childhood. After about half an hour, I said I hadn't ejaculated yet. She still didn't say anything, but she pinched my waist hard with her hand. This pinch was like a command; I got up, kissed her, teased her, and then penetrated her. She occasionally made "ah, ah" sounds. After we finished, I asked her to go shower with me, but she resolutely refused. We showered separately and then lay on the bed. I said, "I'll hold you for a little while longer and then go to my own room to sleep." Unexpectedly, perhaps because she was tired, we fell asleep holding each other like that. I woke up the next day when the sun was high in the sky. I was startled; her husband hadn't returned yet. I quickly got up, kissed her forehead, and went back inside. Back in my room, I was even more shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. There was a key and a note on my bedside table. The note read: "I came back too early and didn't want to disturb my wife's sleep (she loves to sleep in), so I came looking for you, but you weren't in the room. I don't know where you went. My friend needed my help with something, so we went back together. Here are the car keys; you can go check out the sights, the scenery here is quite nice. I've already paid for the room until tomorrow, so don't worry about it. Be careful on your way back tomorrow." I plopped down on the bed, feeling a mix of emotions. After a moment's thought, I quickly dialed his number. He said, "I'm really sorry, I invited you out, but I can't join you. My friend's business is very important and can't be delayed. I was planning to take some good photos at Wild Goose Valley, and since you're a good photographer, I'll have to ask you to take some for me. Please take some good pictures! If anything happens while we're out, just mention my friend's name; he's the director of the county's education bureau, so his connections might hold some sway." After washing up, I went to the restaurant for breakfast and brought some up for her. She was up too, getting ready. She saw me...The girl blushed and ignored me. I told her that her husband had something to do today and asked us to go to Wild Goose Valley to take some photos to take back. She picked it up, and I knew it was for her husband, so she stood aside without saying a word. I don't know what to say, but anyway, she ate breakfast and set off with me, barely speaking to me the whole way. When we came back in the afternoon, I asked her what her plans were for tomorrow. She said she would talk to her husband when she saw him. I said, "Your husband has already gone back to the city, didn't you know?" She was surprised. I quickly said, "You called your husband this morning, I thought you knew." She looked blank. I took out the note her husband left, and after reading it, she refused to wait until tomorrow and wanted to go home immediately. Nothing I said could change her mind, so I had to drive back. I had originally planned to take advantage of her on the way, but seeing her gloomy face in the rearview mirror, I didn't dare to be provocative. When we arrived at her building, it was already past 10 p.m. Her husband came down to pick her up, and she slapped him without saying a word and went inside. She went upstairs. Knowing better, I handed the car keys to her husband, told him to hurry up and go upstairs, and left. The next day, I didn't dare call to inquire, and she didn't come. Then, it was Monday, time for work, and a normal week began. About two weeks later, her husband called, saying that the National Day holiday was approaching, and her daughter wanted to see me. I declined several times, but couldn't refuse, so I agreed. This time, we went on a picnic to a park in the suburbs, and I brought my wife and child along. Six adults and children together made for a lively time. I noticed his wife's expression wasn't unusual; she just didn't talk to me much, but whispered to my wife, occasionally letting out knowing smiles. After the National Day holiday, my wife went to another city for research. One afternoon, I was chatting with a former female military officer on my office computer when she (my boss's sister) called, which surprised me greatly. She said she was currently in my neighborhood, at a friend's house, and wanted to see what my home was like. Upon hearing this, I quickly greeted the director and hurried home. She entered and looked around my house, especially my study. She remarked, "Even without my wife, you've kept the house spotless and tidy." Unsure of her intentions, I could only offer an awkward smile. Unexpectedly, she said, "Do you know why I didn't resist that day?" I didn't speak, but questioned her with my eyes. She said, "You tutored my child for so long, and I felt you were a very cultured person, so I didn't dislike you. If it were anyone else, I would have fought them to the death!" Her words shocked me. I wasn't sure if her reasons for not resisting were sufficient, so I kept apologizing for what happened that day. I invited her to sit down and poured her a glass of water. She continued, "But I still struggled that day; it's a woman's instinct." I quickly hugged her and said, "Sister, please don't overthink it. I really like you. That impulse was just my instinct, sister. Please forgive me!" She trembled slightly after hearing what I said. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, kissing her as I unbuttoned her clothes. This time, she didn't struggle or resist, nor did she actively cooperate; we did it again. Before leaving, she said, "After what happened to your brother, I was in despair these past few years, and I was prepared to give up. But you've given me that feeling again. You know, that feeling is irresistible. I'm not a cheap person; you're the second man to touch my body. As long as you don't dislike me, I'll come to see you secretly from time to time." I quickly said I didn't dislike her, I really liked her. And so, I became regular sex partners with her; she would come to see me once or twice a month. I noticed that ever since my relationship with my older sister became established, our leader had been particularly fond of me. That year, I was nominated as an outstanding employee in the unit. The following year, our leader was being transferred to the Beijing headquarters. The farewell party was attended by all middle and senior-level managers, but I was an exception. At the party, our leader said that I was his relative and hoped everyone would hold me to high standards in future work. All the middle-level managers at the table said, "We haven't seen it coming for over ten years; our leader is truly upright and honest!" They showered him with high-sounding flattery. After our leader left, I was quickly transferred from the office to a business department. The following year, I became the deputy director of this department, thus becoming a member of the middle-level management team. (End of text)

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