Paralyzed sister-in-law

Xiaoduo and I have been married for less than a year, and our life has always been happy and joyful. However, a car accident last April dealt a heavy blow to Xiaoduo and brought us a lot of trouble. It was a weekend, and Xiaoduo's older sister, Xiaotang, was driving my parents-in-law on a road trip. On the highway, the car was hit by a large truck with a tire blowout, resulting in a terrible collision. My parents-in-law, who were not wearing seat belts, were thrown out and died. Xiaotang, who was in the driver's seat, survived because she was wearing a seat belt and the airbags bounced out, but she suffered a lumbar spine injury, and her legs below the knees lost mobility. She can only walk by holding onto a walking frame with her hands and moving her legs with her hips. Her legs cannot bend, so she cannot walk far and basically relies on a wheelchair, except for special occasions when she can get up and "walk" a few steps. Losing her parents was a devastating blow for Xiaoduo, who spent a long time in tears. Her older sister, Xiaotang, was even worse off, constantly blaming herself since the accident and even contemplating suicide. With my comfort and encouragement, the two sisters slowly grew stronger for each other. However, Xiaoduo and I had our private world disrupted. To take care of her, Xiaotang moved in with us. I truly treated her like my own sister; I had no complaints, but Xiaoduo and I had to shoulder even more responsibility. We went to work during the day, leaving Xiaotang alone at home, and we rushed back after get off work, worried about her safety. We used to go to the movies often, but we haven't done that since, because we can't leave Xiaotang alone at home. We used to make love freely, in every corner of the house, but now we can only sneak around in the room, and even then, we can't be loud. Before, on Sundays, Xiaoduo would walk around the house wearing only stockings, and I could chase after her with my erection; now we can't do that anymore. We can't even cuddle together while watching TV. Xiaotang has difficulty moving around. When we're at work, she can barely manage to use the restroom by herself, but she needs Xiaoduo to accompany her to shower. Occasionally, when she goes for a walk, Xiaoduo has to push her around. However, after taking the elevator to the first floor, there are still a few steps leading out of the building, making it impossible to use a wheelchair. So, I have to carry her on my back or hold her as we go down, while Xiaoduo takes the wheelchair down. I've said I treat her like an older sister and have never had any ulterior motives. But those few times I carried her, I clearly felt the subtle fleshy texture of her small breasts pressing against my back. When I held her, I felt her thin shoulders, slender waist, and thighs, and I realized that she was also a charming 29-year-old woman. Xiaotang is a quiet person, unlike the lively Xiaoduo. She used to be a teacher, but now, due to her disability, she has to retire. Her boyfriend disappeared after the one visit when he learned she couldn't stand. Coupled with the pain of losing her parents, she hasn't smiled since. I feel that she lives entirely for Xiaoduo. Even though Xiaoduo suffers, she still has me; I am her happiness and joy. Xiaotang was quite pitiful. Sometimes I really thought I could be her happiness and joy, but that thought was immediately defeated by my conscience and vanished. Xiaotang wasn't pretty; she had sparse pimples on her face and an average figure. I used to think she was good for nothing except for her height. She was 172 cm tall but weighed less than 100 catties. She had narrow shoulders, a flat chest, a thin waist, and a flat bottom—only her legs were long. Unlike my Xiaoduo, who, although only 165 cm, had a perky chest, a perky bottom, a thin waist, and slightly wide hips—truly feminine. I always liked to have her kneel and crawl, penetrating her from behind, lying on her back, and touching her drooping breasts. We loved this position; it was deep and comfortable. In short, I once thought Xiaotang wasn't my type. Later I learned that meat is delicious, but vegetables also have their own unique flavor—but that's another story. Xiaotang smiled again on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year this year, more than ten months after the incident last April. Xiaoduo and I took her to see a movie, *Enter the Dragon*. The movie theater didn't have accessible seats, so I carried her in and out, while Xiaoduo carried the wheelchair. There were a few funny parts in the movie, but she didn't laugh, and neither did either of us. However, she seemed to be in a good mood. When we came out, I gently placed her in the wheelchair. Light snowflakes were falling, the world was white, and we pushed her towards the car. She said to Xiaoduo, "Duo'er, I always treat your man like a maid, how do you settle this?" Then she laughed, but Xiaoduo cried, sobbing loudly. Xiaoduo said, "We're sisters, we share the same life, what's mine is yours." Then she laughed too, and Xiaotang kept laughing, tears welling in her eyes. I laughed too. I looked at this woman; because she had been indoors for so long, her skin was as white as snow, her expression serene, her figure slender, like a bean sprout, pitifully beautiful. At that moment, I decided I would cherish her. Before I knew it, the Lunar New Year was over, and Xiaoduo had to go on a three-day exchange trip with her work unit. Before leaving, she repeatedly told me to take good care of her sister. I agreed to everything, but secretly I was planning to give Xiaotang a chance at love. The first night Xiaoduo left was Friday. I knew I had a weekend to make Xiaotang my woman, so I went home early after work to cook dinner and then ate with Xiaotang. I went into the kitchen to clean up while she watched TV. When I came out of the kitchen, she was already wheeling herself into the house. Although we'd lived together for almost a year, this was the first time without Xiaoduo, and she seemed a little out of sorts. I grabbed her wheelchair and said, "Sister, stay a little longer, I want to chat with you." She said, "No, I'm sleepy." I said, "Then I'll push you in." I pushed her inside and then tried to carry her to the bed, but she refused, saying, "I can manage." I ignored her and insisted on carrying her to the bed, then pushed the wheelchair aside. I sensed her reluctance and embarrassment, and I wavered. I was afraid of hurting her, so I left, closing the door behind me. I sat quietly on the sofa for a while, thinking a lot, and finally made up my mind. I wanted to love her. Pain was temporary, but happiness was for a lifetime. I wanted to love her forever, just like Xiaoduo. I went to her door, gently turned the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open. The bedside lamp was already off. I stepped in quietly, and the light came on immediately. Xiaotang turned on the light, propped herself up on her arms, and asked, "What is it?" I sat down on the edge of her bed and said, "Sister, I want you to be my other wife." "Are you crazy! Get out!" Xiaotang was very angry. I didn't say anything and hugged her tightly. Because of her long-term limited mobility, she was very weak, and I easily held her hands down. I held both of her hands with one hand, and with the other hand, I took out a pair of Xiaoduo's pantyhose from my pocket. I tied Xiaotang's hands to the headboard. Xiaotang kept yelling things like "Bastard, let me go, you beast," but these words didn't hurt me at all; instead, they excited me. After tying her up, I stripped myself naked, then crumpled my underwear into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth. I turned on the air conditioner, setting the room temperature high, and then pulled back all the blankets. Xiaotang was wearing a silk nightgown, which I gently lifted. She was wearing white lace panties; her legs were long, slender, and soft, with supple muscles. The doctor said her motor nerves were affected, but her senses were normal, so I knew she could feel my touch. I started kissing her from her toes down to her inner thighs. I didn't immediately pull off her panties; I continued upwards, kissing her flat stomach and then her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts weren't large, but the nipples were pink like peanuts, and the areolas were small, about the size of a coin. I kissed her breasts, licked her areolas, and gently bit her nipples, alternating between them, licking and biting them, and using my fingers to tease and knead her breasts—it was quite a unique experience. I kissed her for a long time, until her nipples were red and swollen, before I finally stopped. Looking up, I saw Xiaotang's face was covered in tears, her hair disheveled, her head swaying, trying to scream but only making muffled sounds. Seeing her like this broke my heart. I whispered in her ear, "Sister, I love you, I want you, I want you forever. Don't be sad, I'll give you happiness." Then I knew I had to get back to business. Perhaps a woman only truly loves someone after experiencing the thrusting of a large penis. Because her legs couldn't move, her lower body was very "cooperative." I parted her legs, pulled her panties to one side, revealing her hairy labia. I gently licked them, then pulled her panties down again, spreading her legs wide into an M shape. I saw her labia majora part, revealing her labia minora and dark red vulva. I gently parted them with my fingers, revealing a pink opening. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked it. I felt her trembling. I licked her clitoris, and she shuddered violently. Suddenly, fluid flowed from her vagina. I felt a surge of excitement. It turned out she really only had motor nerve damage; her senses were still quite sensitive. I knew a woman's rationality was crumbling, while lust and pleasure were overwhelming her. I inserted my tongue into her vaginal opening, skillfully licking. More and more fluid flowed from her vulva. I heard her moans, which seemed more alluring and less aggressive.I felt it was time. I climbed up, hugged her, and, holding my hard, hot cock, gently and slowly inserted it into her vagina. I felt her waist twisting, trying to break free, but she was so weak that she couldn't escape the force of my pressure. I successfully inserted it, and when I was about two-thirds in, I felt as if I had reached the vaginal opening. I was surprised that someone so tall had such a shallow and tight vagina, even tighter than Xiao Duo's. Xiao Duo's tightness was because she was intentionally or unintentionally squeezing me, but Xiao Tang's vagina was naturally narrow. It seemed she was in some pain, trying to adapt to my large cock, yet it remained so tight. My cock wasn't very long, only 14 centimeters, but it was very thick. I slowly thrust in and out, feeling the tightness yet smoothness. I thrust slowly and passionately, sometimes nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and sometimes three deep thrusts in a row. I noticed Xiaotang had stopped crying; her face was even flushed and hot. I kissed her cheeks, and when I removed the panties from her mouth and kissed her lips, she suddenly bit my lower lip. I felt a sharp, almost imperceptible pain, and I saw her large eyes glaring at me angrily. I didn't give up, continuing to thrust, gradually increasing the speed and force. I felt my entire penis was about to enter her. Her vagina was getting longer and wetter, yet still tight, hot, and throbbing. Her teeth slowly loosened, and the pain in my mouth lessened, eventually disappearing, leaving only a burning, tingling sensation. Finally, Xiaotang let out a soft moan. I knew this woman had surrendered; she had responded. I worked even harder, the fluid from her vagina flowing down, wetting my scrotum and her buttocks. Her body writhed, her eyes closed, moaning incessantly. I knew she was blissful. After a torrential downpour, my floodgates burst, and I gave myself entirely to her. At that moment, with the trembling of my ejaculation, her vagina twitched repeatedly, and her whole body trembled. I knew I had taken her to the peak. After I finished, I withdrew. I didn't immediately clean up; I knew a woman's orgasm subsided slowly. I gently stroked her face and kissed her. She responded. Then I kissed her armpits; the furry armpit hair was cute. I moved down, kissing her entire body, down to her toes. I dried her vagina with her panties and gently licked it with my tongue. I untied her hands, ready to kiss her lips, when suddenly I slapped her hard across the face, followed by her wailing. I didn't let go of her, gently holding her, offering no comfort or explanation, just repeatedly saying, "I love you, Tangtang." After a long time, she said, "Carry me to the bath." And at that moment, she was truly my woman. That day in the bathroom, that day on the sofa, that day on the balcony, that day in the wheelchair—five times that day. For those who love stories, let me tell you about it slowly, including the big bed I shared with Xiaoduo and Xiaotang. And one more thing: after hardship, happiness is something you have to fight for.

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