A pleasant trip with my sister-in-law

When I first met my sister-in-law during my trip back to my hometown in 2008, I secretly glanced at her a few times, guessing she was someone's daughter growing up. She was a 6 or 7 out of 10, quite attractive, with a high nose, a pointed chin, and a slender figure, around 170cm tall, with long legs. The only drawback, judging by her appearance, was that she was only an A-cup. We sat together by the electric stove, warming ourselves by the fire, and I secretly admired her for about half an hour. Later, I found out she was actually my cousin's wife (I was away when she got married). My cousin was only three months older than me, and she was two years younger. Back then, we chatted a lot on QQ, without the many tricks of the trade. If we got along well, we'd meet up. My sister-in-law was in high school and quite naive. At that time, most girls longed for romance in romance dramas, and after watching a few, she was filled with yearning for love. After being invited out by my cousin, she got pregnant and we got married. In our county-level city, my sister-in-law was an only child, while my cousin came from a rural family. After they had a son, my sister-in-law had a tubal ligation. As the child grows older, my cousin has to live with his wife's parents in order to receive a good education, leaving his mother-in-law alone most of the time. Since it's not his own home, my cousin feels somewhat uncomfortable living there and spends little time at home. He often goes to friends' houses or shops nearby for tea and chats, and goes out drinking in the evenings. His wife complains a lot, saying he neglects the child and doesn't help with his studies, leading to frequent arguments between the couple. Most of the arguments revolve around one word: money. In a fourth-tier city, with limited education, salaries are generally low, except for civil servants. My cousin works in the logistics department of a third-party property management company, a job where he only works overtime when there are repairs, and otherwise just goes about his own business, essentially living off social security and a fixed salary. His wife didn't finish high school and, to take care of the child, has worked in a nearby shopping mall, changing jobs several times. However, she enjoys dressing up and uses her salary to buy clothes for herself and the child. She likes to travel and envies those on her social media who go on trips. Therefore, their combined income barely covers basic needs. His wife complains that my cousin shouldn't be so greedy for social security and should have changed jobs earlier to increase his income. My cousin complained that my sister-in-law was wasteful, buying clothes, shoes, and cosmetics constantly, and always dreaming of traveling. They didn't have a house yet, were living with relatives, and the money for the car was paid for by their parents. This led to a cold war, with them blocking each other and ignoring each other. For the past two years, because our children are close in age and live nearby, we've been more relaxed and often visit each other, mainly so the kids have playmates, making it easier for us adults. My sister-in-law is actually very kind to her family and ours; she's caring, making snacks and bringing food and groceries for the children. She's just a bit generous and not frugal. On weekends, our two families often get together. Most of the time, she comes to our house because her mother is sometimes home, and the four kids are quite noisy. In the summer, my sister-in-law wears all sorts of dresses, sometimes sitting or lying on the sofa with her legs bent, her snow-white thighs right in front of me. It's impossible not to react; my heart races. In the fall, she wears all sorts of colored stockings, and I start to have thoughts of possessing her. Her child needs a computer for studying, but her computer is an AM2 type, prone to memory problems and frequently won't boot up. I have some basic hardware assembly and operating system installation skills, so whenever it won't boot, she'll ask me to come over. Because it's her family home and we're relatives who see each other often, my sister-in-law didn't hesitate to open the door for me in her pajamas. In winter, it's fine, she's covered up, but in summer she often wears a nightgown. One time when I went over, I opened the door to find my sister-in-law wearing a brown, see-through camisole nightgown, her black bra barely concealing her 32B bust, and shorts on her legs—her long, white legs were incredibly alluring. My sister-in-law didn't notice my greedy gaze; after opening the door, she went into her room, covered herself with the air conditioning blanket, and started playing on her phone. I had no choice but to sit in the bedroom at the computer on the other side to solve the problem. After I finished fixing the computer, my sister-in-law had already changed in the bathroom and called my cousin back, inviting me to grab a late-night snack nearby. Now that mobile phones are so advanced, I hardly need a computer anymore, and I have no excuse to go to her house. The older the child gets, the more homework they have, and the less time they can spend together, with weekends filled with tutoring classes. Their relationship deteriorated further last year because my cousin had a herniated disc, making walking difficult. His already low salary was further strained by the constant medical expenses. My sister-in-law, who recently started working in the beauty industry, mostly interacted with wealthy women who had prepaid for services, which made her resentful. As a result, her spending increased dramatically, buying iPhones and cosmetics with her credit card. After get off work, she went to bars with groups of women, dressing up even more glamorously. My cousin was unhappy with her spending habits, and my sister-in-law felt he lacked financial means, leading to talk of divorce. Finally, after a meeting between both sets of parents, they made an agreement for the sake of the children, preventing the divorce. This summer, due to the pandemic in the first half of the year, the children had been taking online classes for a long time. A tourist attraction in Z city offered a limited-time 50% discount on hotel tickets for two adults and one child. My sister-in-law, who enjoys these discounted travel deals, invited our family and the children to go. My wife is pregnant with our third child, and my cousin had to work on weekdays (he privately told me that my sister-in-law was wasting money again). So, only my sulking sister-in-law and I set off in two cars. Worried about traffic, I bought some snacks and instant noodles to keep in the car, mainly because I was concerned about the prices at the scenic spots. After a four-hour drive, we arrived at the hotel. Because of the peak season, the two rooms we booked couldn't be next to each other—one in the east wing and one in the west wing—but thankfully they were on the same floor, the kind with two beds per room. We spent the afternoon sightseeing, and in the evening, we grabbed a quick bite at the scenic spot. The portions were small, but it barely filled our stomachs (my sister-in-law is very thin; she doesn't look like a young woman at all). The kids always have so much energy when they have something to play with, and they were constantly playing and laughing. My sister-in-law and I followed behind, carrying their bags to keep them from getting lost. When we got back to the hotel that night, the kids wanted to sleep together, so they took their clothes to my sister-in-law's room. So, I was left alone. After driving for so long and sightseeing all afternoon, I took a shower, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. I vaguely heard the doorbell ring and opened the door. It was my sister-in-law, wearing a white, knee-length, strapless chiffon dress that revealed thin black B-breasts, subtly showing her white V-neckline encased in black. She wore flat sandals, and her toes, manicured and painted pink, were delicate and beautiful. She had clearly just showered; her hair was slightly damp and smelled lovely. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately invited her in. Having a sexy woman knock on the hotel door in the middle of the night—it's easy for male hormones to surge, and I fantasized about my sister-in-law throwing herself at me. When she came in, she told me the kids were hungry and wanted instant noodles, asking for the car keys. I was instantly utterly disappointed. At noon, I arrived at the hotel without incident, grabbing my backpack, suitcase, and (one of those plastic boxes with wheels, filled with congee, bread, and cake). I didn't take the large box of braised beef noodles. Grabbing my keys and phone, it was 11:34 PM. I put on my shoes. Sister-in-law: Are you coming too? Me: It's the middle of the night, and you're all dressed so beautifully; I'm worried about you! Sister-in-law: Hehe, what's there to be afraid of? I'm used to it... (Feeling lonely?) After leaving the house, I took the room key, and my sister-in-law walked ahead. Under the light in the corridor, I stared at my sister-in-law's back, but I didn't notice any underwear marks on her back. Was she not wearing underwear? When we arrived at the elevator, while waiting, my sister-in-law said, "I'm so tired today, my legs are so sore, I really want to get a foot massage." I replied, "I'm going to play until tomorrow night before I go back." My sister-in-law said, "There seems to be a foot massage place downstairs." I said, "If there is, I'll treat you, but we'll have to wait until the kids are asleep, right?" The elevator went down to the underground parking lot, and we saw a foot massage place right outside. I said, "Let's take the snacks upstairs and let the kids sleep before we come down for a foot massage." My sister-in-law said, "Okay." The underground parking lot had two levels, and the worst part was that when we came at noon, there were so many cars that the security guards pointed out the spaces, and we just parked wherever we saw one, without paying attention to the numbers on the floor. The elevators were also divided into east and west elevators, and after getting off the elevator, we couldn't find our car, so we just wandered around the parking lot. It was late at night, and the whole parking lot was very quiet. To save energy, the hotel lights were motion-activated, only turning on when you walked over. My sister-in-law and I walked side by side, only our footsteps echoing. Suddenly, she took my arm, and I turned my head. She said, "I'm a little scared." We walked around several areas, pressing the key button, until we finally found our car. It turned out we had parked at the west gate but had taken the elevator from the east gate. Back on the middle floor, she took the instant noodle box from me and went back to our room. I went back to my room, lay on the bed, and after the incident, I couldn't sleep. I scrolled through Douyin (TikTok). An hour later, she messaged me on WeChat: "Are you asleep?" I asked, "Are the kids asleep?" She replied, "They just finished eating instant noodles and are all asleep." I asked, "Want to go get a foot massage?" She said, "Wait at the elevator." I waited for her at the elevator and went down to the basement foot massage parlor, only to be disappointed to find it closed. I then noticed the sign said the opening hours were 16:00-00:00. My sister-in-law was also angry, cursing in the elevator. Usually, foot massage parlors are open until at least 03:00. I suddenly remembered: why not soak my feet in hot water? Even without a massage, it wouldn't be so sore. Sister-in-law: The hotel doesn't have a basin. Me: Yes, there is, that big plastic box that holds snacks. If it's not hot enough, just boil a kettle of water and pour it in. Sister-in-law: You even came up with such a bizarre idea! But the kids are all asleep. Me: The box is with me, you can soak your feet there. Anyway, the kids are staying in your room, and I have some unused towels. Sister-in-law: Okay, I'll soak my feet in your room then. Back in the room, after clearing out the snacks, I realized that because the bathroom had a wet/dry separation, I couldn't put the chair in after putting the box in. Sister-in-law: Still no good. Me:I filled the water tank and pushed it to the bedside. You could sit or lie on the bed to soak your legs (the beds in the themed hotel are tatami mats, quite low). After filling the tank, I closed the lid and covered the gap with a towel, then pushed it to the bedside. My sister-in-law immediately took off her sandals, sat on the bed, and tested the water temperature with her feet before soaking both legs. I sat on another bed, looking at her snow-white thighs peeking out from under her skirt, and remembering I hadn't seen any trace of underwear earlier… I was itching to get in. Watching my sister-in-law's feet circling in the water, I squatted down beside the tank. Me: "Would you like me to massage you? Although my technique isn't perfect, I've been to many foot baths." (Here I played a trick; I only asked after squatting down. If I had asked directly, she probably would have refused, because it would have been too abrupt.) Sister-in-law: "Hehe, no need. A soak is enough." (Since I was already squatting down…) I immediately grabbed her right foot and pressed hard on the sole with both thumbs and the bent index finger of my right hand. When I did, my sister-in-law clearly let out a soft "Ah!" When I started massaging her, my sister-in-law didn't resist and even lay back comfortably. Because of her skirt, it stretched back slightly, and the angle was just right to see the top of her thighs through the gap between them—a faint, dark, inverted triangle. This tantalizing glimpse was incredibly alluring. So I moved my suitcase over and sat on it, massaging her while secretly peeking under her skirt. While massaging her, I deliberately chatted with her, trying to avoid being discovered, discussing my technique and the day's sights. I was actually quite curious if that dark patch was pubic hair, so I secretly pressed her legs apart further until I could clearly see the top of her thighs. It turned out she was wearing a thong, just a piece of black fabric covering her secret. Seeing her relaxed posture, my penis grew increasingly erect. And so, with my haphazard massage, my sister-in-law half-fell asleep on the bed, one foot still soaking in the water. I called my sister-in-law's name twice, but she didn't answer. I became even more audacious, spreading my legs apart, lifting her skirt, and bringing my head close to her thong. I stared at the wet patches and the faint smell on the fabric. My penis was already hard, bouncing against my pants. I was afraid she'd wake up suddenly, so I didn't dare masturbate in front of her; if she found out, I'd be finished, and I wouldn't know how to face her. But sleeping like this wasn't a solution either; the blanket was pressing against my back, and with the air conditioning on, it would be cold in the middle of the night. So I got into bed, intending to grab her arms and pull her a little further onto the bed. Just as I touched her arms, she woke up. She glanced at me, said nothing, and turned over to lie face down again, especially since she had just glanced at my penis. Seeing that she didn't say anything, I covered the side of the blanket that wasn't pressing down. Suddenly, she spoke, "Are you going to sleep? I thought you were going to massage my back." Massage my back? Isn't that going to be intimate? I immediately sat on my sister-in-law's waist and massaged her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare except for the straps of her tank top. My four fingers touched her shoulders, brushing against the thin straps of her bra. Each massage caused her waist to twitch. I knew my sister-in-law had sensed my erection. We remained silent, and I didn't dare move, my hands continuing to massage her shoulders. After a while, my sister-in-law propped herself up with her hand. I immediately got off and turned away, unable to face her. But she leaned over from behind and kissed my cheek, then grabbed my penis in front of her. "It's already so hard." I didn't dare say anything. My sister-in-law's hand moved up and down my penis through my pants, stroking it in her hand. Driven by lust, I turned back and kissed my sister-in-law. She didn't resist and responded with her tongue. I put my tongue in her mouth, teasing her tongue tip, while my hands didn't stop either, one massaging the back of her head and the other kneading her breasts, occasionally drawing circles with my fingers. My sister-in-law hugged my waist, making soft moaning sounds. At this point, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her through her clothes. My right hand reached under her skirt and, from beside her thong, touched her vulva. She didn't have much pubic hair, just a few small tufts. I continued digging, feeling a slippery, wet spot. With a gentle slide, my middle finger went in. My sister-in-law grabbed my right hand and started stroking it back and forth. I teased her, not stroking it, but instead digging around. "Jian, hurry up, I can't take it anymore." Me: "What?" Sister-in-law: Stimulate my vulva. Me: How? Sister-in-law: With your hand. Me: With the top hand or the bottom hand? Sister-in-law: Both. My sister-in-law's lewd words stirred up the sin within me, igniting a raging fire within me. I joined my middle finger in the fray, rapidly inserting both fingers into her vagina. My sister-in-law was left only with moans and groans. Me: Aren't you afraid the children will hear you moaning so loudly? Sister-in-law: Yes, but it feels so good. Me: Do you want it to feel even better? Sister-in-law: Yes. Me: What do you want? Sister-in-law: I want you to penetrate me. At this point, I couldn't refuse anymore. I pulled my hands out, untied the thin string of her thong, and wiped my fingers clean with a piece of cloth. I took her skirt off her head, reached around her back, and unhooked her bra. My sister-in-law was very... She reached out her hands in cooperation. Instantly, a pair of small, white-pink breasts were revealed. I made my sister-in-law lie down, and touched her breasts with both hands. Just one touch and I felt they felt wonderful; the skin was very smooth, and the nipples were already hard. I ran my fingers over the nipples, then back, and then sucked on them. My sister-in-law covered her head with her skirt, not letting me see her face. My fingers slid down her belly to the middle, where there was a white horizontal line—the scar from the C-section. Further down, I reached the dark red, slightly parted valley. I rubbed the small clitoris at the top with my thumb. My sister-in-law bent her legs and arched her belly upwards, ready to receive me. I quickly took off my pants and underwear, and... My second brother thrust into my sister-in-law's prepared vagina. She groaned in pleasure, her body undulating with each thrust, her breasts swaying rhythmically. She began to moan and cooperate consciously. I stroked her legs, and her juices flowed again. She gradually shifted from passive to active, her movements becoming increasingly aroused. Soon we were both drenched in sweat. I felt my sister-in-law had lost all sense of shame; her legs were wrapped around my waist, welcoming my thrusts. Seeing her pubic hair matted together with her overflowing juices, my second brother jumped a few times, then quickly lay on top of her, a surge of heat... He ejaculated after a few thrusts, then lay there for a while, went limp, pulled out, and cleaned himself with a small tissue. Me: Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to you all. Sister-in-law: It's alright, I haven't done it in a long time either. Your brother has a bad back, he can't do it. Tonight, you touched my foot and I got aroused, it's not your fault. When we get back, everyone should pretend nothing happened, we can't do this again. Me: Is my brother's back still not better? It's been over a year. Have you been too demanding? Sister-in-law: Bullshit, he only drinks with his buddies every night, he doesn't care about me at all. Sometimes, I'm quite envious of how good you are to your wife. Me: Now I'm not good to my wife anymore, I've even cheated on her. Sister-in-law:Tonight was an unexpected surprise; thank you for the massage. I have to go back now, afraid the baby will wake up and cry. My sister-in-law then put on a dress and left the room. The next day, after I returned home, she indeed acted as if nothing had happened and kept her distance from me. Then in December, the year-end supplier organized a trip for clients to X province. I had two spots (depending on sales volume, one or more spots were available). The other clients, like me, came from various parts of the city and didn't know each other. I was worried about being bored on the trip, with no one to talk to. Initially, I only wanted my cousin to go with me. I mentioned it in our group chat, and my cousin, who has never been interested in travel, was no exception this time. My sister-in-law found out and said she would go. So I added her to the list. On the bus, we learned that tour groups usually have two people per room; extra women share a room with the tour guide, and men share a room with the driver. On the bus, my sister-in-law spoke little, just wearing earphones and scrolling through Douyin (TikTok). Plus, I was a bit carsick, so I rested my head on my sister-in-law's shoulder with my eyes closed, smelling her scent—I couldn't tell if it was from her clothes or her hair. When we met up in the morning, it was a chilly early winter morning. My sister-in-law was wearing a long pink down jacket and sheer tights, making it look like she wasn't wearing pants at all from a distance. The sights we visited in the afternoon were quite eye-catching, and I noticed several members of the group kept glancing at her legs. That evening, when we arrived at the hotel and were assigning rooms, we discovered they thought we were a couple and had put us in the same room. I wanted to ask the tour guide to rearrange things, but my sister-in-law didn't say anything. Everyone was tired and hungry, so we quickly grabbed our room keys, put our luggage down, and went to the restaurant next door for dinner. And so, we ended up in the same room. After our previous intimate encounter, my sister-in-law was quite tired after dinner, so she immediately lay down on the bed and scrolled through Douyin (TikTok), telling me to take a shower first. When I came out of the shower, she had already prepared a change of clothes. Perhaps because I was there, she was embarrassed to look for underwear. I saw that she had wrapped her underwear inside her thermal underwear. I watched as she took off her down jacket, revealing only a thermal undershirt underneath, and her tall, slender figure put on the slippers I had just taken off and went into the bathroom. The bathroom and bedroom were separated by glass, but unfortunately, there was a layer of blinds inside the double-glazed windows. I regretted forgetting to open the blinds when I came out. Lying on the bed, I could only see a flesh-colored figure taking a shower. But this tantalizing glimpse was even more stimulating, and my penis was throbbing. I lay there under the covers, my mind racing, scrolling through Douyin while admiring the beautiful figure. After a while, my sister-in-law finished showering and got dressed. Her pajamas were a long winter coat, and she wasn't wearing anything on her lower body. As she packed her clothes into a bag in her suitcase, I could see her snow-white thighs and the edge of her black lace panties peeking out from behind. After putting the clothes away, she got into another bed next to her and posted photos of the day in the group chat. Suddenly, my cousin video-chatted with her, which terrified me. I quickly covered my head with the blanket. Thankfully, she just leaned against the bed and chatted about tourist attractions and reminded the kids to do their homework. After hanging up, I kept scrolling through Douyin until 11:30 PM, still scrolling through Douyin and not going to sleep. She might be waiting for me, or she might genuinely not be sleepy. I was conflicted; should I go over? Looking at her back, desire ultimately overcame reason. I quietly went over, immediately lay down behind her, and covered her with the blanket. I hugged her from behind, my hand slipping under her neck. She lifted her head slightly, allowing my hand to pass easily. Holding her like that, she was still scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), smelling the fragrance of her hair. My penis hardened and pressed against her buttocks. My hands started to wander, my left hand kneading her breasts, but they were too flat, the feel wasn't great. I pinched her erect nipples through her pajamas, not wearing a bra. Plus, her body was warm, so I continued kneading and scrolling through Douyin. Her legs began to bend and intertwine, then she suddenly turned off her phone, turned around, and kissed me, kicking our underwear out from under the blanket. While kissing, my hand stroked her back, then pressed it against her bare buttocks. She also secretly grabbed my penis, already hard as a pillar, and began stroking it. She wasn't feeling very comfortable, so I gently pressed her head down. My sister-in-law looked up, pouted, and whispered that she didn't know how. I didn't force her, and continued to kiss her lightly, her eyes and ears. Perhaps feeling a little guilty, she rolled over so I was on top and she was on the bottom, rubbing her genitals against my penis. Soon, fluid flowed out, wetting my pubic hair. She lifted her buttocks, and as soon as she sat down, it went in. The sudden stimulation almost made me ejaculate, but thankfully I remembered the method shared by the community expert and took a few deep breaths. When I calmed down, she began to slowly move back and forth, her area becoming even wetter. I grabbed her breasts through her pajamas, squeezing them into various shapes. She came quickly, a lot of fluid flowing from her vagina, soaking my genitals. She suddenly sped up, and I could only hold her buttocks and rock her back and forth. After a while, she leaned down and kissed my earlobe. I stroked her buttocks back and forth until she finished convulsing. I turned her over, letting her legs drape over my shoulders. I thrust my penis into her slightly parted vulva, and she gasped. I pumped rapidly, watching her relentlessly beneath me. I paused to kiss her, but she arched her back. I continued thrusting, watching her head sway from side to side. I ejaculated quickly, and as I did, she arched her back and thrust upwards, moaning… After a while, we separated. She grabbed some tissues, used them to wipe her genitals, and rushed into the bathroom.

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