My brother-in-law and I satisfied my sister's needs.

(I) First Encounter with My Husband
Changsha in July was like a sweltering oven filled with skyscrapers. I had just been hired by a small company with only a dozen or so employees. Aside from a few men who were frequently out selling, the office was entirely female. As the only man in the company with even a basic understanding of computers, I spent the first few days helping other staff with various computer problems.
Almost a month later, having originally intended to work in sales, I found myself relegated to the role of secretary. Besides handling documents and computer malfunctions, I had little else to do. Fortunately, the company atmosphere was good, and the boss was a very approachable middle-aged man.
He often treated us employees to gatherings at mid-range restaurants in Changsha.
The young women in the company, aside from their easygoing nature, didn't seem to offer me any other appealing qualities. It was the company's finance director, a woman in her thirties, who exuded a mature elegance that made me truly understand what dignified and virtuous mature beauty meant.
Because of her unique charm, I became a frequent guest at the empty table opposite her during breaks at work.
She was a gentle and rational woman. I could sense a special attention from her eyes. Chatting with her made me feel relaxed, and I would often naturally confide my innermost thoughts to her, from the heartbreak of my first love to the painful breakup with my girlfriend in college, including the various difficulties I faced after entering the workforce. In her presence, I, who was usually quiet, became a talkative boy, occasionally giving eloquent speeches, and often receiving some comforting words from her. Her
home was not far from the company. Her husband was a music teacher at a middle school and worked as a keyboardist in a nightclub in his spare time. Their family's economic situation was considered middle class in Changsha at that time.
Occasionally, she, as the eldest sister, would invite her colleagues from the company to her home for gatherings. Although their living conditions were not very good, they were arranged in an orderly manner, and the decorations and furnishings showed that the couple had excellent taste.
My colleagues and I had visited her house a few times. Each time, the girls would laugh and joke around, creating a lively atmosphere. I could only use this as an excuse to go online on her computer. Most computer users have a certain curiosity, and when I was online at her house, I often tried to find out what she and her husband were browsing.
Secretly checking her computer's history, I discovered that, like most computers, she and her husband were the type who only knew how to use it but not how to maintain it. The computer contained many pornographic and obscene images. I guessed that her husband, like most men, primarily used the internet to view pornographic pictures.
Among the pictures on her computer, I saw mostly images of two men and one woman. Although I've had a few girlfriends, I still found these images quite unusual. Fortunately, the computer in her study was well-hidden, so whenever the women were using it, I could quietly enjoy the erotic content on her computer.
Because my home is far from Changsha, I always felt a special care from her. Occasionally, I would visit her home for a few meals during holidays, and we would often share a drink or two. Her husband wasn't much of a talker, but he was very kind to me. As time went on, I felt a familial warmth from her.
During a conversation, I learned that she had a younger brother who was the same age as me and had tragically died young. She said that when I first came to the company, she could feel a special connection with me, and she teared up as she said this. From
then on, I called her "sister."
Our relationship became even closer.
Sister is beautiful. Her features aren't particularly striking, but she exudes a certain charm. This beauty doesn't stem from her appearance, but rather from the inner allure she radiates.
Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in the blink of an eye. There was no holiday for Mid-Autumn Festival at that time. The company distributed several boxes of fruit, and my sister asked me to deliver them to her house after work so we could have dinner there. Just as I brought the fruit in, my brother-in-law was online at his computer. When we brought the fruit in, he said some friends were treating her to dinner. My sister wanted me to go, but I felt awkward going with unfamiliar friends, and besides, it was too hot, and I wasn't hungry. I insisted on not going with them. Seeing me sweating and having nowhere to eat, my sister asked me to wait at her house and bring her a lunchbox when they returned. This was perfect for me; it gave me a chance to quietly use the computer at her house.
After they left, I noticed my brother-in-law's QQ account was still open, and there was more than one account.
Out of curiosity, I checked my brother-in-law's recent contacts. One number was entirely filled with acquaintances, and another QQ account had many contacts claiming to be couples. Curious, I opened several recent chat logs and carefully browsed them, only to discover that my brother-in-law had been discussing cuckoldry with a group of couples he was dating.
Their chat logs led me into a completely unfamiliar space of desire. I had always assumed men considered their wives to be off-limits to other men, but their chat logs revealed fantasies of their wives having sex with other men. This concept and desire were completely incomprehensible to me.
My brother-in-law's chat logs completely transported me to a world of desire I had never imagined. In his chats with several young men, he even fantasized about how to "persuade" my sister to have sex with him, and how to experience a threesome.
He also mentioned me to others, saying that my wife had a handsome young man at work who had a good relationship with them, and he often fantasized about how to involve me in their marital sex life.
From my brother-in-law's chat history, I sensed that my sister knew about this, but they hadn't actually experienced it together.
My brother-in-law was merely in a fantasy stage.
Originally, my feelings for my sister were purely familial and respectful, but my brother-in-law's chat history awakened my sexual desire for her.
When they returned from dinner, it was already nine o'clock at night.
My brother-in-law seemed quite drunk. Usually quiet, he was rambling incoherently while I ate,
patting his chest and declaring that he considered me a brother and wanted me to treat their home as my own.
I thanked him profusely while eating.
It was only with great difficulty that my sister managed to persuade him to go to sleep.
After dinner, I sat in front of the TV, watching my sister busily settling my brother-in-law. At that moment, the mature and dignified charm emanating from my sister stirred a different kind of excitement in my young heart. I
had never appreciated my sister with such eyes before; I truly didn't want her to leave my sight.
When it was time for me to leave, my sister said she had to go to work the next day, and it wasn't a short walk back to her dorm, so she suggested I stay home for the night. I agreed, saying I'd eaten too much and didn't want to move.
She said she was tired and went to the bedroom to rest. I'm a night owl, so I sat in front of the TV, intending to spend the night on the sofa in the living room.
Although I was sitting in front of the TV, my mind wasn't on the program at all; I was still replaying my brother-in-law's chat history in my mind.
As I replayed it, my young body was filled with passion.
I don't know when, but I vaguely sensed someone beside me. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister, wearing pajamas, bending over in the dim light to cover me with a blanket, worried I'd catch a chill in the cool autumn night.
From the neckline of her pajamas, I felt the fullness of a mature woman, and my already passionate heart pounded, so I sat up and hugged her tightly.
My sister, startled, tried to push me away. I pressed my face tightly against her soft chest, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and forcefully prevented her from leaving my embrace.
She struggled for a moment, then quietly let me nestle against her chest. She gently stroked my hair. I moved my face from her chest to her soft neck, trying to kiss her ear. She gently pushed me away: "Silly boy, I'm your sister." "Yes, sister, I like you." At that moment, I didn't know how to express my feelings.
"Sister really treats you like a younger brother."
"I know, sister is good to me, but I really like sister."
"But we don't..."
Before she could finish speaking, I pressed my lips tightly against hers.
My sister's mouth was tightly closed, but I held her rosy lips tightly, trying to open them with my tongue.
I could feel her heart racing, her fragrant breath growing more rapid. When her body completely relaxed, my tongue slipped between her teeth, searching for the tip of her tongue, sucking the sweet nectar between her lips and teeth.
As my sister completely relaxed under my kisses, my hand slipped inside her nightgown, her soft, full breasts slowly hardening under my caresses.
I removed her nightgown and suckled at her breasts like a hungry baby.
As I suckled, she completely relaxed on the sofa, letting out a weak moan of resistance. During
the kisses, I removed all unnecessary clothing from our bodies, kissing her from her breasts down to her navel and between her legs; she completely surrendered to my kisses.
When she reached out to embrace me, my hard body pressed tightly into hers.
The instant I entered, I lingered at the deepest part of her, holding her tightly, as if trying to force us into a single entity.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and at that moment, we both froze on the sofa as if struck by a pressure point.
As my sister let out soft moans, I slowly thrust into her.
Perhaps it was because the passion came too easily, or perhaps it was because I hadn't experienced such passion in a long time, or perhaps my brother-in-law's chat history had already pushed my passion to its limit. When my sister kissed me again, my excited body suddenly ejaculated.
I lay weakly on top of my sister, and when she came to her senses and gently pushed me away, we almost simultaneously noticed my brother-in-law quietly leaning against the bedroom door, watching us with a strange look.
At that moment, even though I knew this was just my brother-in-law's fantasy, I still felt utterly ashamed.
My sister picked up her pajamas and went into the bathroom, leaving me alone on the sofa to await my brother-in-law's judgment.
I lowered my head, quietly waiting for his judgment, instantly imagining many possible outcomes in my mind. But to my surprise, my brother-in-law came over, sat down beside me, offered me a cigarette, and asked with a smile, "Was it good?" This unexpected ending left me speechless. I took the cigarette and lighter, my eyes never leaving the cigarette butt I had just lit.
(II) The First Threesome
My brother-in-law sat next to me for a while, perhaps sensing my awkwardness, or perhaps unsure how to break the ice. At that moment, my sister came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, smiled slightly at my brother-in-law and me, and went into the bedroom alone. I was surprised by her composure. My brother-in-law followed her into the bedroom, and I clearly heard them making out.
I quietly leaned against the sofa, listening to the sounds from the bedroom, sensing that my brother-in-law and sister were continuing the brief passion I had just experienced.
The bedroom door was ajar; my sister was trying to stop my brother-in-law from making any more noise, but I sensed he was intentionally letting me hear everything clearly. I recalled the clips of him having sex with other netizens on his computer. Perhaps this was the passionate scene he had always longed for. Although I understood these were his fantasies, I still couldn't believe it was real.
My sister and brother-in-law continued their intimacy; I had no heart to appreciate their passion anymore.
I went into the bathroom alone, washing my body, still burning with passion, in the cool autumn water.
I lingered in the bathroom, reluctant to leave. A moment later, my brother-in-law stood outside, asking me to let him shower. I dried myself and brushed past him at the bathroom door. He pointed to their bedroom, indicating I should go to my sister's bed.
Whether out of fear of disobeying him or because the brief passion hadn't fully released my pent-up energy, I found myself drawn to my sister's bedroom.
Seeing me enter, she shifted slightly towards the bed. I sat half-sitting on the edge, touching her body, still warm from our passion. She pulled me closer.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Brother-in-law won't be angry, will he?" "He won't, don't worry." "Really?" "Really. If he were angry, I wouldn't be with you anymore,"
she reassured me.
I gently climbed onto the bed, nestled in her arms.
Seeing that I was somewhat relaxed, my sister tapped my nose with her finger and said affectionately, "Silly boy! You've got guts!" I gently hugged her, looking at her smile with a hint of allure I rarely saw, and couldn't resist kissing her cheek.
When I kissed the corner of her mouth, she responded with a tight kiss of her own.
I held her tightly in my arms; she was much softer on the bed than on the sofa, perhaps because of the two passionate encounters we had just shared. Her body was warm and delicate, exuding a fragrance that intoxicated me.
This scent made my blood boil again, and as we kissed, our breaths grew more rapid. When I entered her again, she completely relaxed in my arms, like a sail in the wind, letting the waves I created carry her to the ends of the earth.
As my passion surged against her body, my brother-in-law came to the bedside and gently sat beside my sister's pillow. He held her flushed face and kissed her, asking, "Is it comfortable?" When I saw my brother-in-law, I pressed my face tightly against my sister's chest. I remained inside her, unsure whether to continue or withdraw. My sister tightly hooked her legs around my waist, as if afraid I would leave her in that instant.
My brother-in-law gently patted my back, signaling me to continue.
I lifted myself up, watching my brother-in-law embrace her face, lost in her kisses. I gently pushed her body deeper into their embrace.
My brother-in-law held her tighter and tighter. When I felt my involvement was interfering with their intimacy, I gently withdrew from my sister's body and knelt beside their tightly embracing bodies. Looking at their intertwined bodies, I suddenly felt superfluous. I tried to leave the bed where they were embracing, but my sister reached out and pulled me back. I quietly nestled against her back.
My brother-in-law gently pulled me, gesturing for me to hug my sister from behind. I reached out and gently embraced her waist, pressing my burning body against her back. My sister reached out and stroked my genitals, slightly raising her full hips. I responded by thrusting my body deep into her once more.
Lying on my side, I slightly raised my upper body, watching the couple embracing tightly before me. I gently aroused their passion with my own body, and as my rhythm quickened, their intimacy grew stronger.
As I thrust wildly, releasing my last burst of passion, my brother-in-law held my sister's completely relaxed body tightly in his arms.
As the tide of passion receded into the quiet night, my limp body lay on the edge of the bed, letting the cool autumn breeze blowing in from the window wash away the remaining warmth from my body.
Dreams drifted into my body with the autumn wind.
(III) Morning Breeze
The cool breeze of early autumn outside the window washed away the remaining warmth from my passion, and I gradually drifted away in the coolness.
In the bustling crowd, I suddenly felt a figure flash past my sight. It must be my first love from high school. I followed the indistinct figure closely in the surging crowd. The figure appeared and disappeared, and I could never confirm her face.
I squeezed through the crowd to an open lake. A light mist shrouded the opposite shore, and in the mist, there seemed to be a small boat. I gently lifted my body forward and flew towards the boat on the lake.
When I stepped onto the boat, I found myself in a meadow. I wandered on the meadow, the sunlight shining on it. At this moment, I couldn't remember why I had come here.
In a corner of the meadow, I felt a bit tired and tried to find a clean patch of grass to lie down.
I weakly pressed my body completely against the warm, damp grass, and vaguely felt someone gently embracing me from behind. I tried to break free, but a warmth made me reluctant to let go.
I turned over, trying to escape the embrace, but saw my sister covering me with a towel. I was still completely lost in thought, looking at her with surprise.
My sister covered my naked body with the towel again and softly said, "Be careful not to catch a cold." I sat up and looked at my brother-in-law sleeping on the other side. I didn't know when he had left. From the sunlight streaming through the window, I realized it was getting late.
My sister nestled gently against me and whispered in my ear, "Are you tired? Your husband went to work. I just called my boss and told him you came to the bank with me and will be at work later." Only then did I fully wake up. Lying on my sister's comfortable bed, I savored the passion of last night—the little boat and the green grass. I tried to distinguish between the dream and the reality I had just experienced.
I gently pulled my sister into my arms. Since my husband wasn't home, I was completely relaxed. I lightly kissed the corner of her mouth, half-leaning against her. I was filled with questions, but I didn't know how to get answers from her. So many times I wanted to ask her why her husband was so forgiving, tolerating her infidelity in front of him. Was I the first man to have such passion in her bed?
But I couldn't bring myself to say any of it. I just softly said to her, "Your husband is so good to you!" My sister softly replied, "Mmm!" Then, without a word, she gently stroked my face.
After a long while, my sister asked me, "Am I very lewd?"
"No, why would you think that?"
I replied, sounding somewhat flustered.
My sister smiled and looked at me, then suddenly kissed me. In the middle of the kiss, she said between my lips, "I am lewd!" After saying that, she kissed me passionately, slowly moving her kisses down my body. At that moment, my sister seemed so unfamiliar to me. I couldn't find any trace of the dignified and virtuous woman I knew in the office in her body.
I completely relaxed on the sheets, enjoying my sister's kisses. It was as if she was searching for something on my body with her lips, leaving the warmth of her kisses on every inch of my skin.
Although I had had several girlfriends and had many passionate encounters with younger women, young women's superficiality about sex was nothing like my sister's unbridled passion.
The passion in my body slowly awakened under my sister's kisses, and her kisses filled every inch of my flesh with heat once again.
When she took my genitals into her mouth, I jerked back as if electrocuted, grabbing her shoulders tightly and pulling her body onto mine.
She straddled my reclining body, making us one again, and slowly, she swayed against me in the morning breeze.
I lifted myself, holding her shoulders, pressing my face against her heaving breasts. With a gasp, she completely relaxed in my arms. I gently laid her down on the bed, watching the fine beads of sweat on her full breasts, the sweat exuding a sweet fragrance emanating from her body. I gently licked the beads of sweat from her breasts, feeling the skin on her chest rise with my licking.
She weakly clung to my neck, and I moved slowly back and forth inside her. With my rhythm, she moaned softly from her slightly open mouth.
I couldn't bear to end her entranced state, so I slowly prolonged the moment, using my passion to guide her step by step into a boundless realm of passion.
After the climax, she was like a lump of clay, ready to be kneaded and molded into any shape I desired.
At this moment, she was like a vampire clinging to my body, her entire form like an open mouth, sucking every drop of hot blood from within me.
When my body could no longer resist her sucking, after a frenzy, I collapsed weakly onto her gentle body.
[The End]

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