Let me tell you the true story between me and my sister-in-law.

Let me tell you the true story between me and my wife's younger sister. I'm a post-70s generation, considered an "uncle" now. First, let me tell you about my wife. Back then, she was considered a school beauty at our high school, while I, besides fighting, brawling, and causing trouble, had no other redeeming qualities. In the second semester of my second year of junior high, my wife and I started dating, and both our parents approved. My wife has three sisters; she has no brothers. She's the third oldest, with a younger sister who is four years younger than her. My wife and I didn't actually conceive until our third year of junior high. Before that, our nightly rendezvous consisted of nothing more than hugging, kissing, and touching. I won't go into details about my relationship with my wife; that's just the background. The key point is what happened between me and my wife's younger sister. I attended a rural high school about 20 kilometers away from my home, while my wife went to a vocational school in the county town. At that time, my family was relatively well-off, and from my second year of high school onwards, I rented a place to live. My wife and I would meet every week, and of course, we'd have sex. It wasn't until my junior year of high school, when my sister-in-law failed her high school entrance exam, that she came to my house one day, crying and saying she still wanted to continue her studies. Seeing her sobbing so hard, I felt a pang of sympathy. I asked her if her father-in-law (my father-in-law) agreed to her continuing her education. She said that's precisely why she came to my house. On a whim, I said, "Leave it to me." If I hadn't said that, none of this would have happened. Thankfully, although there were some hiccups later, she still managed to enroll in the school I attended, since I had a very close relationship with my homeroom teacher at that time. After she started attending, she lived on campus, while I rented a place outside. I had all the necessary utensils and cooked for myself every day. Her family entrusted me with taking good care of her at school. Every morning, noon, and evening, my sister-in-law would come to my house to cook and eat with me before returning to school. Let me explain first. The house I rented was a small two-room house. There was a bed in the outer room, which was next to the door and faced the small door to the inner room. The inner room was for cooking, and there was a table near the window next to the small door. We shared the room for homework and meals. This went on peacefully for several months until the winter break ended and school started again, and we were back to seeing each other every day. One morning, I was still in bed when I turned around and saw her cooking. Watching her busy herself with her butt sticking out, I suddenly realized that this girl seemed to have grown up over the winter break. She had a hot figure, full breasts, and a round butt. She didn't seem like a 16-year-old girl anymore. I couldn't help but want to push her down. My penis was getting increasingly hard under the covers, but reason stopped me. I just masturbated while looking at her butt under the covers. From that day on, I stopped getting out of bed early and stopped going to morning self-study, all so I could secretly watch her cook. Watching her profile as she ate, I became increasingly aroused. Meanwhile, I was masturbating in bed. I noticed that every time she ate, she would casually pick up a novel from the table and read it while eating. From then on, a wicked thought began to sprout in my mind; perhaps every man has a wolfish side. At the time, I had a handwritten copy of *A Girl's Heart* (Anna's memoir). Back then, these kinds of banned books weren't printed (many people born in the 70s and 80s should know this handwritten copy). I secretly slipped this *A Girl's Heart* handwritten copy among the other novels. In the mornings, I pretended to be asleep in bed, secretly observing whether she was reading it. On the third day, she casually pulled it out while eating. My heart pounded. Peeking from the side, I saw her face suddenly turn red, and she closed the copy, turning to look at me. Seeing I was still asleep, she opened it again and started reading. Perhaps it was curiosity, but even though her face was red to her neck, she couldn't resist reading it, occasionally stealing a glance at me. She looked at it for about five minutes, then put the notebook back where it was. I knew the blush on her face hadn't faded by the time she went to school. The next morning, she took it out again while eating breakfast, her face still flushed. I, lying in bed, suddenly had a whim. I quietly pulled down my underwear under the covers, slowly pulled the blanket in a little further, and propped it up slightly. I knew from her angle, she could definitely see my erect penis. I kept my eyes half-closed, observing her reaction. Sure enough, when she turned around again, her eyes were fixed on my penis, her face as red as if it were bleeding, for a full minute. I pretended to turn over before she realized what was happening. Then she hurriedly packed her things and ran to school. For several mornings in a row, I deliberately showed it to her. I knew she was smitten because I would come back immediately after school every day and only leave when it was time for class. This continued for more than a week. One night, I came back late from watching a video with some classmates. When I got back, I saw her sitting there, not having gone back to school, holding that handwritten book in her hand. She didn't even notice me when I opened the door and walked up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at? Why haven't you gone back yet?" She screamed in fright, slammed the book shut, and stuffed it into her clothes, blushing as she said she wasn't looking at anything. I said, "No, let me see what you're reading!" Then I hugged her from behind, pretending to snatch the book from her arms. I could clearly feel her body stiffen for a moment. I rested my chin on her shoulder, pressed my face against hers, and hugged her tightly. After a long while, I said, "You can't read books like that." She said, "Then how can you read it? You must have read it with it!" Then we didn't say anything more. After a while, she stood up, turned around, and looked straight at my face. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Silently, I kissed her eyes and her lips. She didn't flinch, and didn't say anything. I moved back to the edge of the bed, and she sat on my lap. Her head was buried in my chest, and she was sobbing softly. I smelled the faint scent of shampoo in her hair and waited for her to calm down. After a long while, I said, "You know what? I've liked you for a long time." After saying that, I lifted her head and kissed her lips again. She hugged me tightly and responded passionately. Our breathing was rapid. My hand slipped under the hem of her clothes and touched her breasts, pinching her small nipples. My left hand gently unbuttoned her clothes, and she trembled slightly. When I took off her clothes, revealing her almost perfect, white and tender breasts, I was amazed by their development. I couldn't help but kiss them and gently suck on her pink nipples. Such large, white and tender breasts paired with such small pink nipples—the sight, the feel, and the taste were incomparable to her sister's. Stroking her smooth abdomen, my blood pressure soared, and my predatory side was fully unleashed. When I recklessly pulled off her last piece of clothing, her panties, I was stunned. Her pink labia, with their sparse pubic hair, looked so pure and sacred. I don't even know how I managed to fumble off my own clothes. When my lips touched hers again, she closed her eyes tightly. My lips traced her body, past her neck, her breasts, her navel, all the way to her pink labia. Her genitals had no odor, even a faint, pleasant fragrance. My tongue gently traced her clitoris, and a low moan escaped from deep within her throat. Her legs clamped tightly together, her waist even lifting off the bed. Having experienced this before, I knew she had orgasmed. When she relaxed, I saw that the sheet beneath her was soaked, and there was even a sticky, clear fluid being squeezed out of her tightly closed labia. At the same time, I noticed tears welling up in her eyes. I silently kissed her, murmuring indistinct words of love. Suddenly, she sat up, raised her hand, and slapped me, saying, "What will happen to my sister if you do this?" I said, "I don't know, but I really like you." Between sobs, she said, "I don't care. You two have been together for so long. You can't abandon my sister." After saying that, ignoring my attempts to stop her, she resolutely put on her clothes and said she was going back to school, leaving me alone on the bed, disheveled. Looking at my still-erect penis, I remembered the school gates were already closed. Worried, I put on my clothes and chased after her. I caught up with her at the school gate, helped her climb over a gap in the wall, and escorted her to her dormitory. Only after watching her enter did I feel relieved enough to return. She didn't come back for breakfast the next morning or lunch, and my heart was pounding. She finally came in the evening. During dinner, we didn't say anything. After dinner, I sat on the bed, and she came over with red eyes and said, "You really like me?" I said, "Yes!" She continued, "Then why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you meet me first, but instead met my sister?" To such a childish question, I simply hugged her and said, "You were young then, and besides, it's fate!" She said, "I like you too. I think about you every day in class, but I can't compete with my sister for you. Promise me you won't leave my sister, okay?" I said, "And what about you?" She said, "I won't compete with my sister, as long as you have me in your heart and treat me well." I whispered in her ear, "Of course I'll treat you well. Haven't I always treated you well?" She said, "I don't care, just don't change your mind." After a while...She whispered again, "I'm not leaving tonight. I want to sleep here from now on." Hearing her say that made me feel like a million grasshoppers were jumping inside me; I just wanted to jump for joy. That night, we were truly honest with each other. When her soft, white hands grasped my burning penis, I felt like I was floating. We kissed each other all over, and I brought her to orgasm again with my tongue. When my penis, moistened with her fluids, tried to penetrate her, she would cry out in pain every time the glans went in halfway. I couldn't bear to see her in pain; after all, she was only 16.[The text appears to be a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, seemingly unrelated and fragmented. A coherent translation isn't possible without further context or clarification. A literal translation would be nonsensical.] After graduating from high school, I went to college in the city. I would come back every Sunday, and sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, I would secretly go to see her. We would find secluded woods or fields to have our so-called secret trysts. This continued until she graduated from high school. On her eighteenth birthday, I took her to the beach in our city. We didn't come back that night and stayed at a room rented by one of my classmates. That night, I truly entered her body for the first time. The moment my penis pierced her hymen as she endured the pain, she cried. She told me that she had finally become a woman, no longer a little girl. My penis slowly moved in and out of her warm vagina, feeling her vaginal walls tightly enveloping my engorged penis. Every thrust was so clear, and her vagina even produced a faint sucking sensation. The feeling was truly unparalleled. We both wildly enjoyed the pleasure we brought each other. During her second orgasm, her legs clamped tightly around my waist, and her arms clung tightly to my shoulders. At that moment, I thrust deeply inside her, feeling the head of my penis press firmly against her cervix. Thick semen, uncontrollably, filled her vagina. That night we made love four times, until we were both completely exhausted and slept until almost noon the next day. Looking at the semen-soaked crotch of her white pants, we both laughed. Then we bought her emergency contraception and played around for another afternoon before taking her home. It was today that we slipped up. When I got home, her sister was there and asked where I'd been. I said I'd gone out to play. When her sister heard what I said, she went straight home. She asked her sister, who had just returned that evening. Back then, there were no cell phones, and contacting each other wasn't as convenient as it is now. So her sister lied to her, saying I'd already told her, and asked her sister to tell her where she'd gone. She told her sister she'd gone to the beach with me, and her sister scolded her. (Later I found out that my sister-in-law only said she went to the beach; she didn't mention us having sex, let alone what happened between us in school.) Her sister didn't tell me anything when she got back, and it seemed like the matter was over. However, on the third day, I found out that my sister-in-law had gone to Shanghai to work. When I found out, she was already on a long-distance bus. After that, we could only communicate by letter until I graduated from junior college. Since letters couldn't be sent home, I had her send them to a friend's house. One day, my friend wasn't home, and a letter from my sister-in-law arrived at his house. My friend's sister, finding it strange that it was from him, delivered it directly to my house. This letter ended up in my wife's hands. Things often turn out this way, and we had a huge fight about it. She wrote back about her sister, and from then on, I lost contact with my sister-in-law. Almost two years passed. My sister-in-law found a boyfriend from another city, the same age as me. That year, she came back to get married, agreeing to be a live-in son-in-law who would live with her family. On her wedding night, I slept with her. More than ten years have passed since then. I know my sister-in-law has been deliberately avoiding me, rarely even coming to my house, but I can see a melancholy in her eyes when she looks at me. However, we both remain rational. This situation continued until last year, when things took another turn, and I finally understood something that had been puzzling me. At the end of last year, my sister-in-law was learning to drive and taking her driving test. The day before the road test, she wanted her sister to take her for a practice drive, but her sister wasn't home that day. So, I drove her out for practice that evening. During the practice, I kept asking her what had happened. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but when she sensed I was getting angry, she told me the truth. The night we came back from the beach, her sister contacted her and asked about our relationship. My sister-in-law selectively told me some things. Her sister was worried that something might happen between us, so she forced my sister-in-law to go out and work. That letter became the fuse again; her sister wrote a letter scolding her. To avoid arousing her sister's suspicion, my sister-in-law foolishly accepted her current husband's advances. Actually, my sister-in-law had absolutely no love or feelings for him; she was just trying to prove something to her sister. I said, "How could you be so foolish?" She said, "What else can I do? Compete with my sister? Sigh! Anyway, we've been through so many years, and we've lived without feelings. All the love is buried deep in my heart... My husband used to secretly read my diary and has always been suspicious of what happened between us. He also doesn't like me having too much contact with you. Although he doesn't say it, he definitely cares about who I lost my virginity to." I asked my sister-in-law to park the car on the side of the road and asked her, "Do you still love me?" She cried and said, "What good is love? I've thought about you every day for so many years, but what can I do? What can I do? Just like you said back then, this is fate. I can only hide my love deep inside. Every night I think about every little thing from those times. What's the use of waking up crying so many times in the night?" Hearing this, I hugged her tightly and said, "It's all my fault. I'm sorry. I've never forgotten you, you know? I think about you every day, you silly girl." That night we hugged and kissed each other, saying what we had kept in our hearts all these years. We wanted to have sex in the car, but it was already very late, so we had to come back. Until recently, my father-in-law was sick and hospitalized. His sisters would take turns taking care of him. The day before yesterday, my sister-in-law was taking care of him. I went to visit her that night. Before leaving, we hugged for a while at the hospital stairwell. I told her that I would pick her up the next morning and asked her to call me when she came out. I picked her up yesterday morning and took my sister-in-law straight to a hotel. We were both excited when we got to the room; there was no awkwardness at all, everything felt so natural. Although my sister-in-law is over thirty, her figure hasn't changed at all. Her skin is still so smooth, and her breasts are still so full. Only her nipples and areolas are no longer that pale pink, and the color of her labia has deepened slightly, but her genitals still have no odor. When I kissed her from her round breasts to her genitals, a lot of sticky fluid flowed from her vagina. I used the tip of my tongue to coat it with this fluid and gently circled her clitoris, occasionally sucking on it. Each time I sucked, my sister-in-law would tremble, especially when my tongue brushed against her anus; she would involuntarily moan. After repeated licking and sucking, my sister-in-law finally let out a suppressed groan from deep in her throat. With my gentle caresses, she gradually calmed down, and I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my throbbing penis and gently inserted it into her vagina, which I hadn't touched in many years. My sister-in-law's vagina wasn't as loose as I had imagined; it still tightly enveloped my penis, allowing me to clearly feel the vaginal walls rubbing against the head of my penis. We made love wildly in various positions, our sweat mingling, even dripping from our hair. When my sister-in-law was on top of me again, my fingers touched her anus. The love juice flowing from her vagina covered the area around her anus, and my fingers easily slipped inside. My sister-in-law had an expression of pure enjoyment on her face, and my fingers could easily feel my penis moving inside her vagina… We were so wild that I lost track of time. She couldn’t even remember how many orgasms she had, and I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, ejaculating inside her all at once… Afterwards, we rested in each other’s arms. My sister-in-law said, “I haven’t felt like this in all these years. I’ve been so repressed all these years. Every time I’m with my husband, it’s just a perfunctory thing.” I said, “Silly girl, I’m here for you. I won’t let you live such a repressed life anymore.” We rested like that for about half an hour, and then my hands started wandering over her body again. She lay there with her eyes closed, looking like she was ready to be picked. I slowly got up and gently moved to her head, rubbing my penis against her lips. She was very cooperative, opening her small mouth and slowly sucking and swallowing my gradually swollen penis, occasionally doing a deep throat. I could clearly feel the pressure of the glans entering my throat. Seeing the tears welling up in my sister-in-law's eyes from choking, I felt so sorry for her. I stopped her from deep throating and had her lie face down on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. I...Behind my sister-in-law, my penis was already covered in her saliva. I gently pressed the head of my penis against her anus and slowly inserted it... Because I had used my fingers to penetrate her during sex before, my sister-in-law was probably prepared and didn't object. I inserted the whole thing and started slowly thrusting in and out. My sister-in-law even moved her buttocks back to cooperate, but whenever I thrust quickly, she couldn't take it. I asked her if it hurt, and she said, "It doesn't hurt, but it feels like my heart is racing when I thrust too fast, an indescribable feeling." Every few quick thrusts, I would slow down to let her calm down. But to be honest, inserting into the anus really feels different from inserting into the vagina. It's inexplicably exciting, both visually and tactilely. Several times, when my sister-in-law tried to get up, I held her down tightly, telling her it was almost time. After several rounds of alternating fast and slow, the pleasure came again, and I ejaculated directly into my sister-in-law's rectum... When my penis was pulled out of my sister-in-law's anus, strangely, there was no odor, no dirt, not even a speck of dust in the coronal sulcus of the glans. Of course, we hadn't had any enemas or anything beforehand, which is what I can't understand. Afterwards, we still hugged and talked. My sister-in-law said that her vagina, her anus, her mouth—every part of her body—was her first time with me. She never imagined that after more than ten years, her first time with her anus would still be with me. She even said that she had never sucked her husband's penis except for giving me oral sex, and that I was her nemesis. I truly believed what she said; she never lied to me. We chatted in the hotel until almost noon before checking out. This all happened just yesterday. This is what has happened between my sister-in-law and me from the beginning until now. I know that our story is far from over, and I don't know how things will develop in the future. Everything is still unknown. (Word count: 13862) [The End]

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