Drunk, he slept with his big-breasted sister-in-law.

I am but a humble scholar, with a meager life. I wouldn't call myself a handsome man, but I'd say I'm only slightly less dashing (just a little daydreaming)... As for my name, let's call me Wei. I work for a private company, and the pay is decent. My wife is the eldest child in her family, with a younger brother and a younger sister. Her brother is already married, and her sister is 22. When I first met my sister-in-law, I didn't feel anything special, except that I was amazed by her ample bosom. At 1.62 meters tall, she had the impressive size of a C-cup (at the time, I was just guessing, as I didn't have a precise idea), which was quite impressive. Later, after some research, I figured it was probably genetic, since my mother-in-law also had a pair of large, firm breasts.
In the summer of 2008, my sister-in-law was transferred to a job near our home. Although the company provides dormitories, there's no air conditioning, and we can only eat in the cafeteria. My wife was worried about her younger sister suffering at the company, so she decided to have her stay with us. I was very reluctant at the time; we had just gotten married and hadn't even had enough of our life as a couple. The thought of someone else suddenly coming over felt awkward. Before, when it was just the two of us, we could make love anywhere else. With my sister-in-law here, wouldn't we be stuck in the bedroom, and even then, we'd have to be very careful?
But you can't fight city hall, so I had no choice but to obey unconditionally.
The day my sister-in-law moved in, the weather was unbearably hot. Even though the air conditioning was on, I couldn't expect the beautiful woman to do all the moving herself. I was drenched in sweat, and it was incredibly uncomfortable. After moving everything, I finally got a proper look at my sister-in-law. They say beautiful women are like a spring breeze, refreshing and delightful. One glance at her and I was instantly invigorated, feeling no longer hot. That day, she was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, revealing glimpses of her pink bra. Perhaps her breasts were indeed quite large, or perhaps the shirt was too small, but they seemed almost ready to burst out. I can't quite remember if she was wearing shorts or a skirt, because my attention was completely captivated by her large breasts. Everyone knows the Big Bad Wolf is a villain, but that's not entirely true. If it weren't for the allure of the large breasts, the Big Bad Wolf wouldn't be so evil. So, the culprit is definitely the large breasts.
"Brother-in-law!" A clear voice interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, oh, Ying, sit down quickly, I'll get you an ice cream." While speaking, I secretly glanced at my wife. I found that her attention was entirely on the TV, and I secretly rejoiced. After we got married, I took care of all the cooking, because my wife's cooking was really not that great. Every time we cooked, my wife would just help out, washing and preparing the vegetables. Naturally, the responsibility of preparing dinner still fell to me.
Perhaps because my sister-in-law was visiting, my wife wanted to show off her status at home. I called her several times to help prepare the vegetables, but she didn't move. "Brother-in-law, let me help you." My sister-in-law appeared at this opportune moment, probably noticing my embarrassment. After saying that, my sister-in-law sat on a small stool and started preparing the vegetables for me. Since I had to bend down every time I got the food, I sat opposite my sister-in-law, which was quite a feast for the eyes. Deep cleavage, tender skin, I couldn't even tell what color her nipples were. Several times I was just a hair's breadth away from seeing her nipples,
but each time I was disappointed. Perhaps sensing my gaze, my sister-in-law looked up, meeting my lecherous eyes. I felt incredibly ashamed, thinking how bad I was, trying to take advantage of my sister-in-law (later I concluded, "Why let the good stuff go to outsiders? If I don't take it, I'm not even as good as an animal"). Surprisingly, my sister-in-law only gave me a slight glare, and her face flushed instantly. That night's meal was truly exceptional, perhaps because I was so excited.
After dinner, I urged my wife to go to sleep. Perhaps due to excessive hormones, my penis had been protesting more than once, so I needed to release it quickly, or I'd definitely break down.
Back in the bedroom, I couldn't wait to pounce on her. My wife has a very impressive figure, with curves in all the right places, especially her snow-white, large buttocks. Every time I climax, I want to ejaculate on her. My wife is also quick to heat up; after a few simple caresses, she immediately mounted me. Perhaps because she was concerned about her sister being in the opposite room, her moans were much quieter than usual, but I did the opposite. Each time, I thrust as deep as I could. The room echoed with the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
"Oh, oh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore…" my wife cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But I couldn't let her go, so I increased the frequency and thrust harder. But all I could think of was Xiaoshi's image, her deep cleavage…
“Wei, you're amazing tonight, I really can't take it anymore, mmm, mmm, mmm…” Just as I was thrusting intensely, I suddenly heard a slight noise outside. Since it was just the two of us at home, we never closed the door when we made love. Perhaps out of habit, this time I only slightly closed the door. My wife was probably too engrossed and didn't notice the door being closed. Clearly, the noise outside was coming from her younger sister.
“What's that noise?” my wife asked. “Nothing,” I chuckled, “Honey, I'm coming,” and perhaps influenced by the noise, I immediately ejaculated. "Ugh, go to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow." I wondered if my sister-in-law had seen this, and with this question in mind, I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my wife had already gone to work. My job
is quite flexible. As long as you complete your tasks, your boss doesn't really care what you do each day. Besides, my boss values me highly. We have a very good relationship. My wife's job is much more demanding. Except for the Lunar New Year holiday, she doesn't have any holidays, not even weekends. The nature of my wife's job led to my affair with my sister-in-law. Well, I can't say my willpower wasn't strong enough.
"Brother-in-law, come and eat!" My sister-in-law smiled at me when she saw me. There was nothing unusual on her face; it seemed she hadn't seen anything last night. I told myself,
"Okay, I'll wash up."
Eating was awkward, that's my weakness. I always feel tongue-tied when I see beautiful women. I don't know what to say. While eating, I secretly glanced at my sister-in-law a few times. She has a round face, a slightly pointed chin, and a bit of an oval face. I can't describe it, she's just very beautiful. Especially her lips, two thin, small lips that are playfully upturned like fresh fruit, very sexy. Seeing her lips, I thought how wonderful it would be to have her give me oral sex. They say you can tell the shape of a vagina and the amount of pubic hair by looking at the mouth. But I don't have that ability. I don't know what shape my sister-in-law's vagina is, whether it's like my wife's, with thick pubic hair? Or is it sparse? Her hair was casually tied up, but it gave off a natural beauty. Perhaps because she had just woken up, she hadn't changed yet, still wearing last night's pajamas. Hmm, she probably wasn't wearing a bra underneath. But the pajamas were too loose. I couldn't see her nipples.
They should still be pink. I hadn't heard my wife mention having a boyfriend. Sitting across from me, I could smell a faint fragrance, I couldn't tell if it was her natural scent or perfume.
"Ying, why aren't you at work?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "The company gave me two days off to pack," my sister-in-law said. Then I fell into an awkward silence, not knowing what to say. Although I had lustful thoughts, I really didn't have the guts. After dinner, I practically fled. Some readers might say, "Two days off is the perfect opportunity!" I think people who think like that have read too many erotic novels. Touching someone's hand, or creating an environment where they immediately give in—it's pure nonsense. If things go wrong, it could lead to divorce and children breaking up, ugh. And without children at all. That would make it impossible to live a decent life. Although I did have thoughts of having my sister-in-law at the time, it was just a thought; it might never become reality.
Every time I see my sister-in-law in revealing clothes, or looking alluring after a bath, I can't help but fantasize. Of course, I need an outlet, which is to attack my wife repeatedly. My wife is exhausted and confused by me. I don't know why my sex drive has suddenly become so strong, and I'm afraid her sister will hear, so I never dare to moan loudly. I feel this isn't working, because I don't know if my sister-in-law has feelings for me. I can't just sit here and wait to die. If she does have feelings for me too, then if I don't take action, wouldn't I be worse than an animal? So I often do some outrageous things to test my sister-in-law's reaction.
One evening, after dinner, my sister-in-law went to take a bath, and I deliberately teased my wife, making her itchy. Actually, my wife's sex drive is indeed very strong, she's just a bit conservative. I said to her, "Honey, I want it."
My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "Pervert, just wait until you go to bed." That's okay. So I continued teasing, took out my penis, put it to my wife's mouth, and asked her to give me a blowjob. My wife had no choice but to compromise and said, "How about we go back to the bedroom." I thought to myself, how can I do that? If I go back to the bedroom, it won't achieve my goal. I said, "I can't wait, just stay here." "Ying is still in the bathroom." I said, "It's still early to finish washing, let's solve it quickly." So I lifted up my wife's pajamas and looked for the launch port. In fact, my wife didn't wear underwear after she changed into her pajamas when she got home. So I entered easily. I really don’t want to describe my wife’s lower body and the process of making love here. Because just like eating, it already feels ordinary. I lost interest in describing it. Even if my wife is beautiful. I wonder if you, the reader, feel the same way.
However, this time my wife was more wet than before, probably because she felt her sister was in the room.
She climaxed quickly. I think I was losing control, but I couldn't stop because my sister-in-law hadn't come out yet. About ten minutes passed. (Yes, exactly ten minutes. Not bragging, but based on my performance. Haha.) I heard the bathroom door open, but my wife was probably too excited to hear it. I pretended not to hear it and continued. I didn't dare to look back. I was also afraid of embarrassment, but I knew my sister-in-law was behind us. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, trying to expose the point of contact to her. At this point, stimulated, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated hard inside my wife. I heard my sister-in-law's footsteps move back into the bathroom. Afterwards, my wife quickly got up and cleaned up the mess. A few minutes later, my sister-in-law came out. My wife pretended nothing had happened, saying, "Why did you take so long? I was waiting to use the toilet." She then hurried to the bathroom. Actually, I knew what she was thinking, because she still had millions of offspring inside her. She had to deal with it quickly.
After my wife went in, my sister-in-law stared at me for a long time before saying something that left me speechless. "Mind your image!" I asked, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean, mind your image?" My sister-in-law spat and didn't say anything more, but I noticed her face was red; I didn't know if it was from the shower or something else. This is impossible to verify now, because when I asked her later, she wouldn't say anything, only that I was being stubborn.
After this incident, I concluded that at least my sister-in-law wasn't averse to me. Whether there will be a chance remains to be seen. It seems that as a Communist Party member, my awareness is quite high; I know to summarize and reflect after each problem or difficulty. Thanks to the Party and the country, without such a good habit, there wouldn't be this development.
Afterwards, I frequently sought opportunities to contact my sister-in-law. After reading many novels, I summarized that there are many strategies that could be implemented, such as: drugging her. However, this would be difficult to resolve once done. If she's willing, that's fine. But if she's not, and she's the chaste and virtuous type, then I'm in for a rough time. Another option is to take the opportunity to touch her hand and see her reaction. If it's good, I'll put my arm around her waist and kiss her. Then… if that feels inappropriate, we could watch a pornographic film together and see her reaction. Yeah, that's what they say in novels—put a few adult films on the computer and let your sister-in-law watch them, then test her reaction. That's it. That's the only feasible idea I can think of right now. Since we only have one computer at home, and it's in my bedroom, and my sister-in-law often goes online there, I'll wait until the weekend, as soon as my wife leaves, and quickly put the hidden adult films on the desktop. Of course, I'll change the names to random movie titles. Then I'll hope my sister-in-law sees them.
By the time my hair was almost white, it was already past 11 o'clock, and my sister-in-law finally got up, which was frustrating. But as I hoped, she went online in the afternoon. I pretended to go back to the bedroom to get something to see if she was watching. Things didn't develop as I imagined, nor did she blush like in the novels. Later, I checked the playback; she had indeed turned it on, but only for a few seconds. She probably realized something was wrong and quickly turned it off. However, there was still something I gained, because when I went back to the bedroom to see what she was doing, I saw what I had always dreamed of. White and fleshy, I wanted to ravage it. Because the neckline of her pajamas was quite low, I could see her tender nipples. Even though her breasts were quite large, her nipples were actually quite small. I couldn't see very clearly, but that was enough. I don't usually like steamed buns, but ever since then, I've developed a liking for them, always squeezing them flat before eating. I only eat two at a time.
Ever since I saw my sister-in-law's breasts that time, I've been obsessed. I even thought about buying a camera, but I really didn't know where to buy one; I always felt like most of them were scams. But that didn't stop me.
At that time, I was like a fanatic. Every time I saw my sister-in-law, my eyes would blaze with a burning light. Luckily, I didn't get a nosebleed. Otherwise, it would have been a huge problem.
One weekend, my wife's younger brother, sister-in-law, and their daughter came to visit. Because they had drunk some alcohol at dinner, my wife didn't let her brother drive home. Getting caught driving under the influence would be a big problem.
Arranging the sleeping arrangements became a problem, since we only have two beds. My original plan was for me to sleep on the sofa, with my wife and sister-in-law sharing a bed, and my brother, sister-in-law, and child sharing another. But my wife, probably feeling sorry for me, wouldn't let me sleep on the sofa. She said I should sleep with her and her sister-in-law, saying we weren't strangers and it was fine. What an understanding wife! I was so touched, but I had to pretend I wasn't too happy. So, my wife slept in the middle, and my sister-in-law and I slept on the sides. I tend to have a strong urge to have sex after drinking, even though it's bad for your health, I just can't control myself.
I'd barely lain down for a moment when my hands started wandering. With my sister-in-law right there, I became even more excited. I reached for my wife's breasts, but she pulled her hand away. So, true to my Communist Party spirit, I persisted. Perhaps afraid of being discovered by her sister, she tacitly accepted my actions. But once aroused, it's hard to control oneself. Finally, under my onslaught, my wife succumbed. Her vulva was now wet. She turned her hips towards me, and I understood. I moved my penis to the cleft of her labia and gently rubbed it, while simultaneously caressing her firm, pear-shaped breasts with one hand. My wife couldn't help but let out soft, wanton breaths. As I mentioned before, my wife doesn't wear underwear with her pajamas, which makes my movements very convenient. My engorged penis heaved against her pubic hair.
After a while, my wife couldn't take it anymore. She reached behind her and pressed her legs together forcefully. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I sped up. Just then, an untimely voice rang out. "Sis, are you feeling unwell?" My wife pretended to be fine and said, "No." But I could hear a tremor in her voice. After she finished speaking, I felt a gush of fluid from her lower body. My wife had an orgasm, and with the double stimulation, I also reached my climax. After a while, my wife pretended to go to the bathroom to clean up.
As soon as she left, I felt a change in the atmosphere, like the feeling of first love, sweet and tender. "Brother-in-law, really! I'm still here, couldn't you wait until I got back to do it?" It turned out my sister-in-law knew, and she didn't seem too bothered. Hearing this, I reached out and pinched her breast hard. Perhaps I pinched too hard, or perhaps she was startled by the sudden touch, because she cried out and slapped my hand hard. "Smack!" "What's wrong?" my wife asked, walking in. We both replied in unison, "Nothing." My wife didn't press further. The night passed peacefully.
Ever since that time I touched my sister-in-law, I've dreamt every night about touching her while she sleeps. This dream torments me, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted, so I decided to take a risk.
One night, after my wife had fallen asleep, I remember it was around midnight. I quietly got out of bed and carefully made my way to my sister-in-law's room, knowing she didn't lock her door when she slept. So I quietly opened the door and waited a while. Hearing no movement inside, I tiptoed in. My sister-in-law was soundly asleep. I walked to her bedside and reached out my hand towards her ample breasts. I gently touched them; they were soft. My heart pounded. I was worried she might wake up suddenly, and I was also worried my wife might find me out of the room and come to the bathroom. If she couldn't see me, it would be a huge problem. But my sister-in-law's body was too tempting; I couldn't be satisfied with just a light touch. So I reached out again. This time, I covered them with my hand. I can't describe the feeling; I felt like I had melted.
In reality, it only lasted ten seconds before I quickly retreated. Yes, I didn't dare to continue, because I still had my senses. From then on, I would sneak into my sister-in-law's room late at night to caress her, trying to find my inner Mona Lisa. But even the most careful person can get their shoes wet. Because I entered so frequently, my sister-in-law noticed something was wrong.
At that time, my wife was pregnant, and after discovering the pregnancy, she forbade any intimate contact with me. Even oral sex was forbidden. This was why I entered so frequently. That night, it was a rainy night; if it hadn't rained, there probably wouldn't have been any problems. I entered my sister-in-law's room as before.
I placed my hand on her chest. I caressed her, feeling the delicate softness of her breasts. Just as I was lost in this sensation, a hand suddenly grabbed mine. My mind went completely blank; I knew it was all over.
But my sister-in-law didn't make a sound or do anything drastic. She simply said two words: "Get out." I don't know how I got back to my bed. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unable to understand what my sister-in-law meant. As dawn approached, it dawned on me: my sister-in-law liked me too. Looking back, I realize how foolish I was. It was because my wife was pregnant, and my sister-in-law didn't want to upset her, fearing it would affect the baby. But because of my mistaken thinking, I ended up with my sister-in-law by accident—but that's a story for another time.
The next morning, my sister-in-law acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as usual. This reinforced my belief that she liked me. After breakfast, she changed into a business suit. She had a very mature, married air about her, wearing a light blue mini skirt and sheer, flesh-colored stockings that were either cropped or bodysuits. I really wanted to touch them. I wouldn't have dared to do this before, but since what happened last night, I've become bolder. My sister-in-law was putting on her shoes, sticking her butt out as she did so; it looked very full, especially with the stockings, making it even more irresistible. I couldn't see any panty lines, so was she wearing a thong? At that moment, I was already driven by lust. I pretended to put on my shoes too, and then, as if I was about to stumble, I grabbed her buttocks. My sister-in-law reflexively straightened up immediately. I smiled shamelessly, and she walked away as if nothing had happened.
After she left, I quickly went into her room and finally found her underwear and bra in the drawer. The underwear was Reese's, some were even thongs. Why hadn't I thought to come and look at underwear before? I put the underwear over my penis, fantasizing about my sister-in-law's appearance, and ejaculated on it. After finishing, I quickly wiped myself and put it back in the drawer. That evening at dinner, while my wife was away, my sister-in-law suddenly asked me, "Did you go to my room?" "No, how could I?" I answered guiltily. "Don't think I don't know what you did. If you do that again, I'll tell my sister." It seemed she still had some reservations, but at this point, I wasn't scared anymore. Because she had tolerated me time and time again, if I turned against her the first time, there probably wouldn't be a future. Since that was the case, I might as well go all the way and sleep with her that night, I thought to myself.
That night, after my wife fell asleep, I went into my sister-in-law's room again. Yes, I didn't lock the door. Maybe she thought I wouldn't dare to go back. I didn't play with her breasts anymore, but instead chose to directly attack her pubic hair. Because I was afraid of waking her up, I gently lifted her nightgown. Sure enough, she was wearing a thong. The small piece of fabric couldn't cover up her pubic hair at all. Well, I can't say it was a pubic hair, because her pubic hair wasn't particularly thick; it was sparse.
I gently pressed her clitoris with my hand. The thong felt a bit restrictive, so I went to the living room and got a pair of scissors. I cut the small ligament shorter, and then I couldn't wait to lie down on it and smell it deeply. It smelled nice. I gently parted her labia. Her labia were rosy in color, completely different from her sister's. My wife's labia were thin, wrinkled, and a bit dark. The difference was huge.
I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris and labia. At that moment, my sister-in-law made a soft "hmm" sound. I stopped in surprise, but after a while there was no other reaction. Maybe she was having a wet dream. I wondered if the object of her dream was me. I increased the speed of my licking. At this moment, my sister-in-law's body moved slightly. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and teased the flesh at the entrance. The two labia minora began to naturally separate and turn to the sides. At this moment, some fluid flowed out. I thought it was about time, so I quickly aimed my already proud and erect penis at my sister-in-law's vagina. I knew my sister-in-law didn't have a boyfriend, so I felt that she should be a virgin. So I carefully moved forward. Huh? There was no resistance.
I continued forward, and most of my penis was already inside. It seemed my sister-in-law wasn't a virgin anymore. I felt a mix of disappointment and joy. If she wasn't a virgin, my guilt would be less, but the fact that she wasn't made me curse in my heart who had taken her virginity. But this wasn't the time to think about that. I moved my body slowly. I was so tired, so very tired. I was afraid of waking my sister-in-law, but she did wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw it was me, she immediately pushed me away. Since she was awake, I didn't need to be careful anymore. I lowered my hips and entered her completely. "Ah," my sister-in-law let out a soft moan, not very loud. It seemed she was still worried about her sister hearing. Since that was the case, I wasn't afraid anymore and increased the speed of my thrusts. "No, brother-in-law, no!"
my sister-in-law pleaded, her voice low as she pushed against my arms and chest, perhaps trying to avoid making noise if she hit me.
I didn't let her continue, my lips chasing her retreating mouth while my hands kneaded her breasts and nipples. I pulled her loose clothes up, and when I saw her firm pink nipples and smooth, white breasts, I didn't hesitate to bite them, my tongue quickly licking her sensitive nipples. She cried out in stimulation.
"No, no! Brother-in-law, my sister is next door, I can't let her down." Hearing this, I became even more enthusiastic, gently biting her nipple with my teeth. "Ah," my sister-in-law was already breathing heavily, repeatedly saying, "No, no." But her hands were no longer resisting. She was also occasionally stroking my back, it seemed she had already broken down. I knew I couldn't be careless now, I had to completely conquer her, I sped up, making slapping sounds. At this moment, she suddenly pressed down on my buttocks and said, "Keep it down, don't let your sister hear." When I heard that, I almost lost control and ejaculated. It seemed she had accepted, at least temporarily, so I reached out to take off her pajamas, and my sister-in-law cooperated by lifting her back and taking off her pajamas.
I was so focused on forcing myself on her that I hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate my sister-in-law's breasts. Since the lights were off, I couldn't see them properly, so I could only feel them with my hands. While kneading her breasts, my penis was thrusting rapidly inside her vagina. After dozens of rapid thrusts, my sister-in-law's body trembled, and she tightly hugged my neck. "Ah," I let out a sound of pain.
My sister-in-law bit me during her orgasm! Oh no, what if my wife sees this tomorrow? Never mind, I'll deal with it tomorrow. As she tensed up, experiencing that excruciating, bone-melting pleasure, I slowed down a bit and thrust deeply into her vagina, feeling its slippery, hot surface, the sensation of her vagina constantly writhing due to her orgasm. I thrust heavily into her flower, and after the first orgasm, the second one came quickly. This time, having learned from the first experience, I didn't let my sister-in-law bite me. After the orgasm, my sister-in-law said, "Let's not do this anymore. I'm sorry to my sister." I knew it was too late to say anything now, because she was awake, and I was worried that my wife would find out I hadn't been home for a long time, so I hurriedly ran back to the bedroom. Luckily, my wife was sleeping soundly.
"Sister, I think I should move back to the company dorms. Work is really busy right now, sometimes I have to work late, and it's inconvenient to come home at night." I had just woken up when I heard my sister-in-law talking to my wife. I knew she was making excuses to avoid me, so I quickly got out of bed and said, "You shouldn't stay at the company dorms. Your sister is pregnant, you can take care of her if you stay home." "Yes, Ying, don't stay at the company dorms. There's no air conditioning in the company dorms. If you come home late, I'll have your brother-in-law pick you up," my wife chimed in.
Seeing there was no other way, my sister-in-law didn't insist anymore. But for the next few days, she kept avoiding me, leaving early every morning and locking herself in her room at night. And she never let me pick her up, which was really frustrating.
The opportunity finally came; my wife was going to stay at her mother's for a few days. I happily tidied up for her, eager to get her to leave. My wife probably noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "You're so happy I'm not home?" "No, I was just thinking that when you go home, your mom can cook you some good food to nourish you. After all, my cooking skills are limited, and I can't come home to cook lunch for you." My wife seemed quite satisfied with my answer.
Just after seeing my wife off, I came back and found that my sister-in-law's cosmetics and other belongings were gone too. What happened? I went to her bedroom and found it spotless. Apparently, my sister-in-law had also moved out quickly. It seems she's still afraid to face me; she still has a grudge. That makes sense; it wouldn't be normal if she wasn't feeling awkward. I'm incredibly bored being home alone. Every night I go out drinking with friends, and I always come home drunk. When my wife is home, I'm very careful about what I drink, afraid of upsetting her, especially since she's pregnant.
I drank too much last night, and woke up with a terrible headache this morning, so I didn't go to work. As I lay in bed, half-asleep, I suddenly heard someone open the door. My wife's back? No way, she should have let me pick her up. It's my sister-in-law! Sure enough, it was her. She paused for a moment as she passed my room, probably surprised I wasn't at work. I quickly got up. "Why are you back today?"
"Um, just picking up some things." My sister-in-law was wearing a semi-transparent shirt, and her black bra added a touch of allure. At this point, I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I rushed over to my sister-in-law, who mechanically stepped back and said, "I'll leave after I get my things." I didn't care anymore. I pulled her into my arms and began a frenzied kiss, my hands also busy, ravaging her budding flower.
This time, it was a bit unexpected. I was prepared for her to resist, but she only offered a token resistance. I stopped what I was doing, looked at her, and saw tears welling in her eyes. She said, "Why wasn't I the one who met you first?" Waaah. It seemed my sister-in-law did have feelings for me. I knew I couldn't say anything more; I had to conquer her first. So I pushed my sister-in-law down onto the bed and pounced on her, caressing her through her clothes and kissing her passionately. My sister-in-law was probably aroused too, and she kept caressing me as well.
I took the opportunity to unbutton my sister-in-law's shirt, pushing her bra up to reveal her white breasts. This was the first time I'd seen her breasts so clearly. She tried to cover them with her hands, but she was stronger than me. I pried her hands open and saw her erect nipples surrounded by pink areolas. Perhaps she was shy and didn't want me to look any longer, so she pressed my head against her breasts, making it almost suffocating me. At this point, if I didn't know what to do next, I'd wasted all these years. With my teasing, she became very wet, her panties soaked. I ripped off her panties, positioned my penis at her pink vagina, and thrust in. (1500 words omitted here.) In short, we kept moving around in bed, on the sofa, on the balcony, and so on, until we were too exhausted to move anymore.
For the next few days, we indulged in sensual pleasures every day. Well, I'm getting carried away writing this; if this continues, it'll become a long story. Anyway, we'll make love whenever we have the chance, and even when we don't have the chance to write, we'll still make love. In the kitchen, my wife was watching TV in the living room, and my sister-in-law and I were making love. Imagine the scene. While my wife was taking a shower, we were having sex in the living room. While eating, I kept teasing my sister-in-law under the table. Basically, there's nothing we won't do. Use your imagination! Anyway, my sister-in-law is completely submissive to me. However, there's something I need to mention separately, because it was my sister-in-law's first time experiencing vaginal ejaculation, and also the only time any woman in my life has ever done so. I feel it holds great sentimental value.
It must have been the beginning of autumn then, but the weather was still quite hot. Around 7 PM, my wife, sister-in-law, and I went to a beauty salon. I went to get a haircut, while my sister-in-law and wife went for a facial. Although my wife was several months pregnant, she still regularly gets her beauty treatments done. After my haircut, I went to the car to wait for them. After a while, my sister-in-law came out too. She said she knew I was waiting outside and was worried I'd be anxious, so she made up an excuse not to get her treatment done and came to keep me company. I was truly touched. At that moment, a mischievous thought also crossed my mind, because there was a small square across from the hair salon, and we parked our car there. This square is an old one, and there weren't many people.
So I dragged my sister-in-law into the car. When I bought the car, I had this idea in mind: to get a bigger car so I could have some fun in the car sometime, so I bought an SUV. We got to the back seat and, understanding each other perfectly, started caressing and kissing. Because it was still quite hot, my sister-in-law was wearing a skirt and I was wearing shorts, so it was very convenient. I leaned against the trunk, and my sister-in-law sat on my lap, leaning forward, holding onto the front seat, her body constantly twisting and turning against me. We could only use a grinding motion because I was still worried that if the car shook, someone might notice.
After grinding for over ten minutes, my sister-in-law was comfortable; she had already reached orgasm twice. However, I barely felt anything because the stimulation wasn't intense enough. Suddenly, I noticed my wife coming out of the beauty salon. I felt a surge of tension. My sister-in-law noticed too, and she tried to get up. Wanting to deliberately stimulate her, I held her down, preventing her from getting up, and even deliberately thrust a few times. At this point, my wife had reached the middle of the road. Suddenly, my sister-in-law broke free from my grasp, lifted her buttocks, and a gush of fluid sprayed onto my shorts. Ah?! My sister-in-law had squirted! It was very sudden. However, the amount of fluid wasn't large, much less than what I'd seen in movies, but it was enough to soak my shorts.
My sister-in-law quickly moved to the other side, pulled up her shorts, and it was clear she was still enjoying it, as her legs were still shaking. Seeing my wife about to reach the car, I had a sudden inspiration. I pulled up my shorts, grabbed the bottled water next to me, poured some on them, quickly opened the car door, and jumped out. After getting out, I bounced a few times, pretending I'd just spilled it on myself, muttering, "Oops, how did I get it on me? How did I get it on me?"
I jumped out of the car for another reason: there's a smell during sex, and if I didn't open the car door, my wife would definitely smell it. My wife giggled when she saw me all wet. I pretended to be angry. I said, "Still laughing!" Because my wife's attention was diverted, she didn't notice why my sister-in-law and I were sitting in the back of the car. Every time I think about what happened, I feel very excited.
In the winter of 2009, my sister-in-law suddenly told me she was pregnant. I was completely stunned. We always had unprotected sex, and even when it wasn't her safe period, he always ejaculated outside. I couldn't believe she was pregnant. I was devastated. I wanted to take her to have an abortion, but she refused; she wanted to keep the baby. I panicked. What would that mean? But she firmly told me she had a way and I shouldn't worry.
The next evening, she brought home a guy. My wife was happy because she knew her sister finally had a boyfriend. After talking to her, I understood. My sister-in-law wanted someone to take the fall. He and his sister-in-law had known each other for eight years; they were classmates. He had always pursued her, but she had always been aloof. Later, I found out that she had lost her virginity to him. At the time, I even had the urge to cook him and eat him. But after spending more time with him, I realized he was actually a decent guy.
At least he was honest. Less than a week later, they got engaged. It was very sudden; the whole family objected because it was too fast to accept, but his sister-in-law was determined. They had no choice but to agree. A few days after the engagement, his sister-in-law went south with him. We didn't even get to see her before she left.
Readers might think this is the end, but no, it should have ended three months ago. However, things are different now because my wife's younger sister came back this May. She gave birth to a daughter. She's become much fuller-figured, with a touch more allure and maturity. She's captivating. Seeing her boyfriend still makes me a little envious. The daughter looks like her; thankfully, not like me, or there would be a lot of trouble. She doesn't like being held by others, but she doesn't cry or fuss when I hold her. Everyone in the family is curious. My wife says it's because I'm handsome, but I know it's because we're related by blood. She
's been back for over a month, and I haven't had a chance to spend time alone with her until the end of June. That day, my wife's younger sister came to visit. Coincidentally, my wife was busy. Perhaps it was fate, or maybe heaven wanted to give us a chance to rekindle our old flame. Without further ado, we simply made love silently. When my wife's younger sister lay naked in front of me again, I wasn't as impatient as before. I slowly began to appreciate her. Her breasts were larger than before, but her nipples had darkened somewhat. Her pubic hair was also thicker than before. Spreading her legs, I saw my long-lost paradise, its color no longer pink, but rather darker, probably due to frequent sex.
Thinking of this, a surge of anger rose within me. My woman was being taken by someone else; a hint of resentment welled up inside me. So I directed my anger at my wife's younger sister. After penetration, I found there was no longer the tension of before; it felt somewhat relaxed. Perhaps it was because of childbirth. At this point, I launched a full-scale assault on my sister-in-law. I don't know how many times she climaxed, but she only stopped when my penis was already sore.
After chatting for a while, I learned that my sister-in-law still couldn't let go of me and had come back. She had promised me she would never leave again and would just stay with me silently. Although cheating on my wife with my sister-in-law was wrong, it actually made her feel better, probably because she felt guilty.
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