My sister-in-law and I were completely captivated in the kitchen.

At that moment, she was slightly lowering her head, the top of her head at the same height as my nose. I could see her face clearly from below, her long eyelashes, her delicate nose, and her rosy lips. Her fair face was flushed with a peach-like blush because of the heat, which made me swallow hard... I have a very gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and charming wife. She has a younger sister who is seven years younger than her. The two sisters are considered to be two dazzling gems born one after another in their area. The older sister is a sapphire, and the younger sister is a ruby. No wonder they have such beautiful faces and graceful figures. Their mother had a nickname when she was young: Little Peony. Some people also called her Mimosa. She had countless suitors and is still charming to this day. My wife and I spent two years from meeting to dating, and then four years from dating to marriage. The moment I received our marriage certificate, my "graduation certificate" from our relationship, I truly thanked God for giving me such a wonderful wife. She loves me very much, and we've almost never argued. On our wedding day, we moved into a newly renovated two-bedroom apartment, a home we had painstakingly bought and renovated ourselves while living alone in a foreign land for the past few years. The excitement and happiness I felt then still linger. We don't have traditional values, and we started living together two years before getting married. Although we've been living together for over two years, our passion remains high. Except for her period, we have sex almost every day, averaging two to three times a day. It's usually before bed and after waking up in the morning, sometimes even during the night when we wake up. We also have sex during lunch, before dinner, and in different places – the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, balcony, dining room, living room, etc. Sometimes we even watch porn in the living room while we're having sex. Most of the time, I can bring my wife to orgasm, sometimes even multiple times, two or three times in a row. Sometimes I'm really worried that I'll exhaust myself prematurely. Our blissful little sex life continues like this every day. But blissful days don't last forever. Just when I was eagerly anticipating getting off work so I could go home and hug my lovely wife, suddenly… she became pregnant. I was overwhelmed with happiness once again; I was about to become a father. Suddenly, I had a strong desire for my wife to give me a boy. I'm not traditional; I like boys—they're easier to raise, mischievous, and I love playful children. However, after two months, we went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor recommended hospitalization to protect the pregnancy because my wife's placenta was weak, and she was experiencing frequent bleeding. It was said that she would recover by four months at the latest. So, I began to busy myself with various tasks, going to work and taking care of her at the hospital. Every day after get off work, I would buy groceries, cook what I considered delicious meals, and bring them to her. Because of her severe pregnancy symptoms, and the boredom of being alone in the hospital, she looked much more haggard in just a few days, and I also lost several pounds. I couldn't bear to see her so lonely, and she felt sorry for me too, so we discussed having her sister come and keep her company (both sets of parents were busy and only came once when she was first admitted to the hospital), and cook and bring her meals. Anyway, she had just graduated from junior college and had a month and a half before starting work at her new job, so she had nothing else to do. I helped her find the job at our company, but not in my department, which meant she could start working directly from here. Perhaps I had indulged in too much sex recently, and suddenly stopping has been quite unbearable. These past few days, whenever I finish work and calm down to think about my life with my wife, and the pitiful look in her eyes when I saw her in the hospital, my little brother protests with a raised Mongolian yurt. I can understand my wife; she has sacrificed so much for me and endured so much in the hospital. I had made up my mind never to do anything to betray her. And in these past few days, I have resumed the sex life I had before we lived together, and I have taken care of myself several times. One sunny afternoon, I picked up her younger sister from the station. Perhaps because of her youth, she looked more beautiful and charming than her sister, with a more alluring figure and a more delicate and captivating beauty. It was a hot summer day, so she was dressed fashionably and elegantly in a silk t-shirt. Although the shirt was loose, it couldn't conceal her full, fair, and shapely figure. Coupled with her beautiful, shy, and captivating face, I was instantly mesmerized. I stood there for a moment, then we exchanged a few pleasantries and headed to the hospital. She always spoke with a shy smile and her head slightly lowered. I unconsciously observed her subtle movements, but I swear I had absolutely no ulterior motives at the time. Although she was a pampered princess, she didn't have a single bit of a spoiled brat's temper. Every day she helped with grocery shopping, cooking, delivering meals, and chatting with her sister. I felt much more relaxed, and after a few days, my sallow complexion regained some radiance. I was truly grateful for her efforts, even though she thought she did all this only out of respect for her sister. Another week passed, and every day was the same as yesterday. My wife was lying in the hospital, my wife's sister was busy at the market, in the kitchen, and back and forth between the hospital, spending her free time at the hospital. I was shuttling between the company, home, and the hospital. This was the same routine every day. Life was uneventful, but these past few days I'd had a feeling that something was off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Now I realize the problem lies between me and my sister-in-law. I was unconsciously avoiding something. I didn't dare to have much contact with her. She's so beautiful, so pure, so gentle, especially her pair of deep, watery eyes and her delicate shyness. It's impossible not to have those thoughts. I'm afraid, I'm really afraid. I'm afraid I'll start having those thoughts about her, afraid that I'll fall in love with her while loving my wife. People often joke, "Holding your sister-in-law's hand means you'll regret getting married." I don't want that to happen to me. I love my wife so much, and I don't want her to be hurt by the man she loves most and her dearest sister. There's nothing wrong with just avoiding what happened, but later I found out she was also avoiding something. Some people say God is good at fooling people; what you fear, He makes you experience… Yesterday was my wife's birthday. I came home from get off work, rang the doorbell. I have a key, but I ring the doorbell every day. It's summer now, and I didn't want to cause any unnecessary embarrassment. She (my sister-in-law) was cooking in the kitchen. I waited a while before she opened the door for me. Her hands were soaked with sweat. She said, "You're off work? Come in." I wanted to say, "Yeah, you're off work. What did you make today?" But when I looked up, my mind went blank and I couldn't say anything. I just stared at her blankly. There was no air conditioning in the kitchen, probably because she had been there for a long time, trying to cook more for her sister. She was still wearing that silk t-shirt, which was almost completely soaked with sweat. Her shirt clung tightly to her chest, revealing a thin, almost translucent bra. Through the bra, I could vaguely see two firm, white, and elastic breasts. As she spoke, her breasts bounced slightly, a tiny movement that drew my full attention. Although the room wasn't well-lit, her beauty was breathtaking. I had never dared to look in that direction before, not even stealing a glance, afraid I would lose control and have uncontrollable fantasies. But today, I was facing her at such close range. At that moment, she was slightly lowering her head, the top of her head at the same height as my nose. I could see her face clearly from below, her long eyelashes, her delicate nose, and her rosy lips. Her fair face was flushed with a peach-like blush because of the heat, making me involuntarily swallow. She blinked her expressive eyes, as if waiting for me to speak. After a while, seeing me standing there motionless, she looked up and saw my eyes. I think the look in her eyes must have been greedy. She followed my gaze and looked down, then suddenly let out a shy scream, her face turning bright red. She ran and stumbled back to the kitchen. It took me a while to come to my senses. I felt incredibly rude; I shouldn't have been so frivolous. It seemed like I didn't regret what had just happened, and even harbored some hope. I packed my work bag and headed to the kitchen, hoping to ease the awkwardness, offer some help, and chat about something harmless. Maybe that would help me stop thinking about what had just occurred. When I got to the kitchen, I saw her with her back to me, cutting cucumbers. I went over and said, "Let me cut them. You look hot; go stay in the living room for a while." She said, "No need, you do it." Although she held the knife and looked at the cucumbers, she didn't actually cut them. I figured she was still shaken from the suddenness of what had happened; her face was still flushed. I was afraid she might accidentally cut her hand while distracted. If those slender, fair hands got cut, I'd hate myself. I walked over and grabbed the knife from her right rear, saying, "Let me cut it." She probably didn't expect me to take the knife from her; her body trembled suddenly, and the cucumber fell from her left hand to the ground. She stepped back, trying to bend down to pick it up. But fate loves to play tricks; as she stepped back, her not-so-large but very firm buttocks pressed against my inner thigh. I could clearly feel the elasticity of her buttocks. I couldn't bear it any longer. I believe women are sensitive; she must have sensed my change, because her face turned even redder, reddening to her neck and ears. She was startled by this sudden...Stunned by the sudden turn of events, she stood there motionless, letting me thrust into her. I, too, stood motionless. I saw her breathing grow heavier, her chest rising and falling. Looking down past her ear, I saw her… trembling from the violent heaving, making her breasts appear even more firm and alluring. I'm not a saint; I have emotions and desires. At that moment, I couldn't control myself. Suddenly, my mind went blank, and I threw everything to the back of my mind. Forget about being a gentleman, forget about ethics and morality; I'd deal with those later when I came to my senses. I truly understood the meaning of that saying: men are all impulsive animals. I put down the knife, embraced her from behind, and placed my hands on her firm, full breasts. I felt how elastic they were. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel the smoothness and softness of her skin. The waves of stimulation from my hands sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist kissing her delicate earlobe, and I could clearly feel her trembling. Perhaps from shock, perhaps from embarrassment, she seemed to have lost all strength, her head bowed lower, her face flushed even more, like a gentle kitten at my mercy. I slowly turned her around, and she suddenly became much more alert, her strength returning, and she struggled fiercely. But I had already lost my senses, aroused by her. I hugged her tighter and kissed her delicate little mouth. She struggled a few times, then closed her eyes, letting me hug, caress, and kiss her. Later, she slowly responded to me. We caressed and kissed each other, and I could feel that she was also enjoying the excitement we were having together. I grew bolder and slowly carried her to the bedroom. She wasn't wearing many clothes, and in the midst of our passionate kiss, I took off her clothes and pinned her down. Afterwards, we lay quietly in each other's arms on the bed, neither of us wanting to leave the other's body, or so I thought. The bedroom was a mess. After a while, neither of us spoke. We cleaned up the mess and got dressed. I saw two lines of tears on her face, and I suddenly realized my beastly behavior. I went over and hugged her, wiping away her tears, but they started flowing again. I panicked and kept apologizing. I took her hand and told her to hit me. She refused. I said I would hit her myself, and I hit her once, but she stopped me. She said, "Brother-in-law, I don't blame you. Actually, I've secretly had feelings for you for years. You're so outstanding, steady, and mature. But I know we can't be together; you belong to my sister. My sister loves me very much, and I wanted to keep this secret until I'm old, but just now I actually wronged her! Brother-in-law, what should I do? What should I do? My mind is in turmoil!" I finally understood her feelings. No wonder I'd had this indescribable feeling these past few days. At that moment, I also understood my own feelings. I truly loved her, no less than I loved her sister. Seeing her emotions now made my heart even more confused and painful. But what should I do? I'm not an irresponsible man, but this responsibility is too great, too great for me to bear. If I were to be responsible for her, what about her sister, who is now my wife? Pregnant and giving birth to my child in the hospital. I didn't say anything, only promising that I would never do anything to betray her again. But as I said that, I saw a hint of disappointment in her sad expression. We arrived at the hospital with the prepared food and the cake we bought at noon (which had been in the refrigerator). My wife looked unhappy. I knew she was upset that we were late on her birthday. I tried to calm myself down and comforted her, saying that it was because I wanted to cook more delicious food for her to celebrate her birthday at home and ordering the cake took some time, so we were late. "Let's have a special birthday celebration in the hospital," my wife suggested. Her innocent smile revealed her joy and contentment, which only made me feel more despicable. My sister-in-law had been following us around the hospital since we arrived, and while I was comforting my wife, she kept going along with my lies. I don't know what she's feeling or what her expression is like right now. I didn't turn around to look at her; I couldn't bear to. From yesterday to today, I've been completely distracted. I almost messed up the task my boss assigned me at work. My mind is a mess; I can't think straight.

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