The older sister-in-law, shy yet determined, unbuttoned her clothes.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't help but write down what happened between me and my sister-in-law. This woman was someone I acquired unexpectedly, a gift that heaven unintentionally gave me! Recalling every little thing about us, my heart is filled with sweetness, yet also with overwhelming passion!

My sister-in-law isn't really my sister-in-law; she's the wife of the eldest of my sworn brothers. Her name is Ping! Ping isn't actually that beautiful. She looks a bit like the singer Tsai Chin, and she has a mole on her lip, which adds a touch of charm. When she was young, she was tall and slender, with a curvaceous figure. Her speech and mannerisms were elegant, and her every move was full of grace. But after having children, coupled with the busyness and hustle of life, like most women, she eventually couldn't escape the marks of time. Her figure gradually gained weight, and wrinkles began to appear on her face. However, as a regional manager selling cosmetics, she knew how to maintain her appearance and apply makeup, making her look at least several years younger. Her figure wasn't considered fat by woman standards, but rather voluptuous. And sometimes, a woman's fullness is even more alluring; her plump, almost bursting breasts and pert, full buttocks constantly attracted the lustful eyes of men.

In all the years he'd known Ping, he'd never had any improper thoughts about her. Although sometimes seeing her dressed provocatively might have stirred a slight itch in his heart, he'd never imagined having any intimate contact with her. After all, she was his brother's wife. Even if he had a few fleeting thoughts, he'd mostly just keep them to himself and forget about them. Our usual interactions are limited to gatherings among brothers, where we eat, sing karaoke, and then go home separately. We rarely contact each other individually unless something really happens that my industry can help with, in which case she'll call or text to ask for my help. And because she's my sister-in-law, I've done my best to help her with a few small favors. On the phone or QQ, she'll just say thank you briefly and that's it; it doesn't make me have any romantic feelings for her.

The turning point came at another of our gatherings. Because she was working late, I was on my way to the hotel when my boss called, asking me to pick up my sister-in-law. I hung up and went straight to Ping's studio. The lobby was empty. I went directly to her office and saw her working on her computer. I knocked, and she looked up, a little surprised, and asked, "What brings you here?" "I'm here to pick you up!" My sister-in-law said, "Oh, I'll be right there, just wait a little longer!" I sat down in a chair nearby, lit a cigarette, and idly glanced at Ping working. Because she was a professional woman, she was wearing a women's business suit and a short-sleeved shirt. Wearing a tight-fitting shirt and a gray short skirt, Ping's figure was quite voluptuous, which was even more pronounced as she sat down. Her large buttocks were encased in the skirt, making me worry that it might burst under the pressure. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, and her full breasts stretched the neckline wide, revealing half of her right, snow-white breast from my angle. In the quiet office, suddenly seeing a woman's most alluring features stirred up all sorts of thoughts in my mind. Even though I knew the woman before me was my brother's wife, my sister-in-law, I still had a wicked physical reaction. Since I wasn't in a hurry and she was focused on her work, I quietly smoked, my eyes occasionally drifting to her most captivating parts. But then I noticed that Ping seemed a little flustered, her face flushed, and her chest heaving rapidly. Although most men are prone to misinterpreting things, at this moment I didn't think Ping was having any thoughts because we were together. I asked, "What's wrong?" Ping glanced at me, her eyes a little flustered, then quickly turned back to the computer, replying that she was fine. But I could clearly hear a slight tremor in her voice. Even now, I didn't have any other thoughts; after all, we rarely interacted. I quickly went to her side, bent down, and asked, "Are you alright?" I saw a blush on both cheeks. Knowing I was looking at her, her head was lowered, but her breathing was noticeably more rapid. Her hands were frantically tidying the documents on the table, flipping through them repeatedly, but she couldn't get them sorted out. I reached out to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever. When my right hand touched her forehead, she froze as if electrocuted, then sat there stiffly. I felt her forehead; it was cold. I touched her face with the back of my hand, and this time I felt her face was a little hot. I quickly asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong? Have you had a cold these past few days?" Ping looked up at me, her large eyes suddenly filled with tears. The way she looked at me was completely different from before. I felt embarrassed by her gaze and couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that my sister-in-law really has feelings for me? That's impossible! I scratched my head involuntarily and said with a wry smile, "What's wrong with you? If you're not feeling well, let's go to the hospital, okay?" I don't know if it was just my feeling or not, but I sensed a hint of resentment and a touch of melancholy in Ping's eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly for a while before relaxing it, then suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go. I'll do what needs to be done here tomorrow!" She then walked straight out the door. I continued scratching my head, completely baffled, utterly confused about what was wrong with Ping. I could only follow her out.

On the way to the hotel, she sat silently in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead without saying a word. I turned to look at her several times, but she remained in the same position. The atmosphere was too awkward, and I didn't dare to ask her anything. At the hotel, during dinner, I couldn't help but glance at her several times. Almost every time I looked at her, she looked at me too, then looked away with a slightly flustered expression. I knew something must have happened between us, but I was completely unaware! I had no idea what was wrong with her reaction! Her behavior and the way she looked at me in the office—you could call it flirtatious, but I still didn't understand. Our interactions were limited to things like this dinner or karaoke; we almost never interacted or communicated outside of work. I didn't presume to think I was that charming! I thought I'd ask her another time. The gathering ended as usual; the guys got drunk and were taken home by their wives. But that scene in the office was etched in my mind, impossible to forget! I was a little confused, but also a little expectant, because a woman's reaction to a man, at least, wasn't one of disgust or hatred!

A few days later, I turned on my computer at work and opened QQ. Soon after, her QQ avatar lit up, and I immediately sent her a message: "Sister-in-law, what happened to you that day?" Several minutes passed before she replied: "You really don't know?" I started scratching my head again, carefully recalling my interactions with her, but there really wasn't anything memorable!

"I really don't know, can you tell me? If I did something wrong, I apologize!"

"Why did you treat me like that at the karaoke bar that day?"

I knew she wasn't referring to the previous time. I racked my brain again, but still couldn't recall anything! But from her words, at least I understood one thing: I must have done or said something to her! If that's true, I need to apologize. After all, friends are for life, and I don't want my unintentional mistake to affect our brotherhood! But I also found it strange; when we're together, it's always with a group of brothers. In front of so many brothers, would I dare do anything out of line?

"Sister-in-law, can we meet and talk?"

"Yes, at the xx teahouse!"

I grabbed my bag and drove straight to the teahouse. She had already arrived before me, booked a private room, and sat quietly there, holding her tea and gazing out the window. I quickly sat down opposite her, ordered a cup of tea, and waited for the waiter to leave before eagerly asking, "Sister-in-law, what did I do? I'm so sorry!" Ping turned to look at me, with that same look in her eyes again—good heavens, how could a man resist such a tender gaze? She stared at me intently, her face seemingly a little angry: "You really don't remember anything? So, what you did to me that time, what you said to me, was it all because you were drunk?" Although I still couldn't recall anything, I knew I had indeed done something inappropriate to her! At this moment, any answer could provoke anger and hurt in this woman. If I had indeed taken advantage of her because I was drunk, it would be disrespectful to her and immoral to my brother! But women also have self-respect, and every woman has a bit of vanity, feeling that she is still attractive. There were only two possible answers before me. First, I was drunk, and my inappropriate behavior towards her was due to my intoxication, not her charm. I figured she'd be furious about it! Second, I had feelings for her all along, so I used alcohol to embolden myself and did things I wouldn't normally dare to do. This would be disloyal to my friends, but at least the woman's charm had its effect! I quickly came up with an excuse. After all, I'm over 30; even a naive person like me has some understanding when it comes to women. I did some inappropriate things to her, but she was still willing to talk to me about it, so at least she didn't dislike me. If she did, this would have been irreparable! I exhaled, already having a plan in mind: "Oh, so that's it. It was definitely my fault. I apologize!" She shook her head: "I don't want an apology. I just want to know if you were drunk or if, as you said, you've always liked me!"

Drinking really makes things worse!! Despite my inner sigh, this experience actually gave me insight into a woman's heart! I knew her relationship with the eldest brother had always been good, even though he had his share of affairs. They were truly a loving couple. Yet, even in such a loving marriage, the wife's heart began to stir because of her husband's friend's unintentional drunken words and actions! At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a smug, self-deluded pride, thinking that making the woman before me so conflicted and confused meant I still had some attraction! This scene, this conversation—I could at least be smugly certain that she was somewhat attracted to me!

"So much time has passed, and you've acted like nothing happened, so I haven't dared to bring it up! I always thought you were angry, how could I dare to bring up that time?" I started making things up. At this moment, I had forgotten about brotherhood; all I could think about was how to seduce this voluptuous and alluring sister-in-law. Yes, I have to admit I was despicable, shameless, and immoral, but when it comes to women, who can control themselves? Especially married women, my friend's wife, just thinking about it is incredibly exciting and stimulating. I don't know if I can succeed, but as long as I write it well, even if I can't sleep with her, at least she will have a place for me in her heart, no matter how important it is! I looked at her with utmost sincerity and deep affection: "Although alcohol can cloud judgment, it also makes people speak the truth. If it weren't for the fact that I've always had you in my heart, I almost couldn't hold back anymore. Could I have done those things and said those words to you in that situation? I don't know why, I just miss you so much. I think about you every night. Even when I'm making love with her, I'm thinking about you, about making love with you. I imagine you've become my woman, that I have all of you. Just thinking like that makes me feel so happy and joyful." My heart was filled with trepidation. I couldn't imagine that my clumsy words could deceive this woman in her thirties who had already experienced the ways of the world. But fate was kind to me. Ping seemed to be intoxicated by something, her face slowly turning rosy, and her breathing quickening. She glanced at me, then quickly turned her head away, revealing a shy demeanor! Sometimes what people say online is true: you need sweet talk to win over young girls, but not so much hypocrisy with mature women. They no longer believe in those vows of eternal love; instead, more explicit language is more likely to stimulate their hormones! The woman in front of me was clearly aroused. Her voice was barely audible: "But you're too bold!" She quickly glanced at me: "If your wife had been there that day, you definitely wouldn't have dared to do this, right?" I deliberately chuckled: "Boss, you didn't notice, did you?" "Yeah! But you really are too bold. They had just helped the fourth brother out when you pounced on me, hugged me, kissed me, and...and touched me like that!?" Damn, what's going on? I actually went to that extent? "Why didn't you slap me? Why didn't you push me away?"

"You're so strong, how could I push you away? And I...I..."

"You're aroused

now, aren't you?" Suddenly, a cushion was thrown at me. She glared at me, feigning anger, her face flushed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I continued with my playful grin: See, you're aroused now too!

She grabbed another cushion and threw it at me, then suddenly started crying: You're bullying me like this, you're still bullying me like this! I was at a loss. This woman's mood was so unpredictable! One second she was flirting with me, the next she was bursting into tears. I quickly went to her side and, mustering my courage, put my arm around her shoulder. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding!" She glared at me again. "Which part was a joke, and which part was true?" She wiped her tears and continued, "You know, after what you did to me that day, I couldn't concentrate on work for days. I kept having all sorts of wild thoughts. Why did you do that to me? You bad guy, why did you do that to me?"

I wiped her tears and hugged her tightly. "I'm a bad guy, I'm a bad guy, but you don't hate me, right?" I held her chin with my hand, making her look up at me. I looked at her intently, her face streaked with tears, so pitiful. A wave of tenderness immediately welled up in my heart. "You don't hate me, you won't reject me, you won't?"

"If I hated you, I wouldn't be like this!" She said it so seriously, as if we were destined to grow old together! "What should we do? I'm so upset, I really don't know what to do. I know this is wrong, but I..."

I knew I was practically in her grasp, but we were both mature enough. Maybe she was just momentarily blinded by passion, which was why we'd come this far. But if we separated, and things calmed down in a few days, maybe nothing would happen, and it would never happen again!

I stood up and told her to wait for my call. Ignoring her confusion, I walked out, found a hotel nearby, booked a room, and sent her a text message: "I'm at xx Hotel, room number X." I knew that if she answered the message, I could have this woman today. If she could remain rational and not come under these circumstances, then it would be as if nothing had happened, and such a moment would never occur again!

Waiting for a woman in this state is incredibly nerve-wracking and nerve-wracking. As Chicken from the "Young and Dangerous" movies once said, "The most exciting and thrilling moment when calling a prostitute is the anticipation before she arrives." This feeling is similar, especially for a first-time affair. You don't know if the woman will come. Even if you're absolutely certain she'll come, there's always a sense of disappointment and anxiety before she arrives. What if she doesn't come? You'll miss a golden opportunity! If she does come, how should I begin? The first time must be perfect so there's a second and third chance. What should I do during sex? How should I conduct foreplay? How beautiful will that alluring body be after I slowly undress her? What will it feel like when I enter her? And so on and so forth. At this moment, I'm like an ant on a hot pan, a cat on a rooftop. I can't calm down. I wait anxiously. Even the slightest sound outside the door makes my heart pound as if it's about to jump out of my throat. I don't dare call her; calling now would be pointless. My eyes are fixed on the door, unmoving. Finally, I hear a knock at the door!

At that moment, the monotonous knocking sound was more beautiful than the most exquisite music in the world. All my strength seemed to vanish in an instant. I took a deep breath, slowly went over, and opened the door. There stood that elegant and charming woman, head bowed, her hand gripping her phone tightly, her knuckles white! At that moment, happiness filled my heart. I couldn't believe this happiness had come so suddenly, so quickly. My voice trembled with excitement: "You've come?"

"Yes!" Ping's voice was almost inaudible.

I turned to the side. She stood there for a moment before slowly walking past me, head bowed. She stopped by the bedside, motionless. I closed the door, locked the chain, and turned to look at the woman standing by the bed. Her back was to me, still wearing that same colored business suit. Her heart must be as restless as mine. I gazed at her back, at her full buttocks, her long, white legs. Next, I would strip this woman of all her clothes, revealing her beautiful, white body, to my complete domination! I could kiss her sensual lips, caress her firm breasts, and enter her paradise that could drive a man to ecstasy. In my heart, I proudly shouted to myself: This woman, from this moment on, belongs to me, her entire being belongs to me! My lower body was already erect. I slowly walked behind her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently turned her towards me!

Her face appeared before me, beautiful, with two rosy blushes. Her eyes were so clear, a little shy, a little expectant. At least I couldn't see any regret or helplessness in them. I had so much to say, but I couldn't utter a single word. At this moment, any words would be pale and powerless! Before she came, I had countless fantasies, imagining myself roughly embracing her, kissing her, tearing off her clothes, and then immediately penetrating her. But at this moment, I felt how childish and ridiculous those fantasies were. The tranquility of the atmosphere and the surging of my heart formed a stark contrast, yet I enjoyed the feeling of these two extreme expressions within me! My left hand rested on her shoulder, and my right index and middle fingers, bent crooked, gently slid across her smooth face. At this moment, I looked into her eyes and saw the deep affection in them, genuine and unpretentious. Yes, suddenly, I realized how much I adored the woman before me. She met my gaze defiantly, and I think she saw my true intentions and expectations in my eyes as well. She gently bit her lower lip, slowly raised her hands, and unbuttoned the third button of her shirt, then slowly moved down, unbuttoning each button one by one. I could clearly feel my breathing become heavy. When a woman so slowly yet resolutely unbuttons her shirt in front of you, this suggestion is more breathtaking and uncontrollable than her spreading her legs for you to penetrate her! My eyes were fixed on her half-exposed breast; the white bra clearly couldn't conceal those full, firm breasts, and that deep cleavage foreshadowed my descent into her. I felt a surge of desire, a sense of unease creeping in.

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