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********** ... Her husband, my brother-in-law, was a salesman who was frequently away on business trips. My sister-in-law, raising her child alone, spent her days in loneliness. This loneliness and solitude accompanied this 27-year-old woman. My story with her began in the summer a year after my marriage. I clearly remember it was a sweltering night. My wife and I had dinner and, having nothing to do, went for a walk. My wife suggested going to her sister's house, so we walked there. They were both home, and after sitting for a while, they both expressed a desire to go to a karaoke bar. Unable to go, we found a nearby karaoke bar, booked a room, and ordered two cases of beer, fruit platters, drinks and so on. That time, my sister-in-law was wearing a simple cotton t-shirt, a short skirt, and black stockings. I was completely captivated by her. It wasn't that I was particularly attracted to my sister-in-law, but I had a particular fondness for black stockings. Everyone knows about the wailing and screaming in karaoke bars. When it was my turn to sing, I stood up. My sister-in-law were separated by a coffee table. She was sitting on the sofa, and I was standing opposite her. After singing a verse , during the cheering and applause, I picked up a bottle to express my gratitude. As we clinked bottles, my sister-in-law naturally leaned forward. Even in the dim lighting , I could see her pink bra and half of her breast through her loose t-shirt. Instantly, I felt a surge of wickedness; my penis became aroused. Worried that they would see my reaction, I looked up and took a few gulps of wine, then turned back to continue singing. I sang several songs in this way. Then, the song "We Seem to Have Met Somewhere Before" appeared on the screen. At this moment, my sister-in-law stood up and reached out to my brother-in-law, but he said he didn't know how. At this moment, my sister-in-law said to me, "Xiao Wang, you come here." I looked at my brother-in-law and said, "Is it appropriate?" My brother-in-law smiled and said, "Of course, of course, we're all family, what's there to be embarrassed about?" (But now that I think about it, what my brother-in-law said makes a lot of sense, haha!) I respectfully accepted and stood next to my sister-in-law. Halfway through the song, my brother-in-law went out, probably to the bathroom. My wife, being a foodie, was looking down, shelling sunflower seeds with both hands. I decided to take the first step and test whether my sister-in-law disliked me. I pretended to be a little drunk and unsteady on my feet, bumping into her arm and secretly observing her expression. She wasn't unhappy; instead, she smiled at me. I thought maybe she was just being polite. No, I 'll have to try again when I get another chance. That's what I was thinking, but everyone was there, how could I find an opportunity? I don't need to tell you , opportunities are seized and created by ourselves. I seized an opportunity. My brother-in-law was singing passionately , and my sister-in-law was selecting songs at the karaoke screen. I pretended to select songs too, and as I walked past her , I deliberately brushed my arm against her breast, almost both at the same time . Actually, before I did it, I knew what the consequences would be, but hormones clouded my judgment , and I didn't think about all that. Surprisingly, she didn't get angry and just slapped my butt (later I learned that my sister-in-law had a crush on me). This brief action didn't attract their attention. Actually , I already knew what was going on. After this initial test, I learned that my sister-in-law didn't dislike me, so I had to strike while the iron was hot. The next day, my brother-in-law was away on a business trip again. That night, after singing, my brother-in-law said his computer kept crashing with a blue screen and wouldn't turn on. I thought this was the best opportunity to get close to my sister-in-law alone. I called her, exchanged pleasantries, and explained my purpose for coming. After getting my sister-in-law's permission, I rushed to her building and knocked on her door. The moment I opened it, I was stunned by what I saw. She was wearing a loose-fitting cotton nightgown that reached below her hips, exposing her long, slender legs. The first impression was that she was only wearing a nightgown and her lower body was bare. Seeing my embarrassment, my sister-in-law explained, "Your brother-in-law got up early this morning, so I made him breakfast and then slept for a while until you called." I said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep!" My sister-in-law said, "It's okay, I should have gotten up by nine o'clock anyway." After entering the room, my sister-in-law poured me a glass of water. I, of course, went straight to the computer. After my sister-in-law finished washing up, she squatted down in front of me and watched me fix the computer. Incredibly, I could see her breasts through her neckline, clearly and distinctly. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the size of her nipples was clearly visible—no kidding, slightly larger than mung beans. Although she had given birth, she had recovered remarkably well; it was unbelievable. I really wanted to grab them and suckle them, but I couldn't; I suppressed my impulse. During this time, I couldn't help but joke with her, chat casually, and compliment her on her beautiful skin and how well she took care of herself. She was beaming. After fixing the computer, I sat on the sofa, and she offered me a cigarette. As I took it, I deliberately touched her hand. She didn't say anything, but I smiled and said, "Your hands are so smooth!" She said, "Really?" I said, "Of course." She said, "Girls are all like that." Then she sat down and started chatting with me. We talked a lot, and I inevitably brought up, to some extent, her struggles with staying home alone with her child, feeling scared and lonely. She said she couldn't do anything about it, and I could see the helplessness in her expression. I sensed that she wasn't guarded around me. We talked for a long time, and then I brought up a topic...

I offered to read her palm, but she didn't believe me. I told her she'd see how accurate it was after I finished reading, and that's when the real show began.

I took her hand and placed it in mine. The soft, smooth skin and the warmth instantly
sent shivers down my spine, and my heart started pounding. I pretended to be calm and professional as I examined
the lines on her palm, while my fingers gently stroked the back of her hand. I quickly sensed her unease, and
I became convinced she had been deprived of love for too long.

Later, I learned that her brother-in-law rarely touched her, and even when he did come home, he was always drunk.

As for what he said to her that day… Now, all that remains in my mind is the memory of holding her hand tightly,
pulling her into my arms, and with lightning speed, pressing my lips to her moist and warm
lips. She pushed me away, asking what I was doing. I said, "I'm sorry, I like you so much, can I hug you
? I know this is wrong, but I really can't control myself. Please forgive me. When your sister and I first
met you, I fell in love with you, but I knew it was impossible because you're my sister. Later, I
heard that my brother-in-law was often away from home, and I thought you shouldn't have to endure this kind of torment, after all, you're still young."

During that time, I also talked a lot about life and how to enjoy life. She said no, that it would be unfair to my
wife and her sister, but in the end, she gave in. She wasn't angry or scolded me; she just
nestled obediently in my arms. I kissed her forehead, stroked her hair, and my hand naturally
slid down her hair to her back, then from her back to her chest, gently caressing it.

She grabbed my hand but didn't pull it away, so I groped and
kneaded it .

I observed her expression and movements. Her legs, which had been side by side, were
now she was definitely wet with desire; after all, it had been too long since we'd had sex. I had to press my advantage.

I kissed her ears, I kissed her neck, I lifted her nightgown, and my hands caressed and kissed
her breasts. She moaned, and it was a very stimulating moan, which further aroused my already throbbing
penis.

Just as I was about to take the next step, my sister-in-law pushed my head away and said, "The building across the street will
see."

I then remembered that it was daytime, and the curtains were all open. Actually, I liked this kind of excitement
because I had made
love with other women in parks, woods, by the roadside, in toilets, on stairs, on balconies, and in front of hotel windows before—it felt incredibly pleasurable and exciting.

But today was different. "I'll train you slowly later," I thought to myself. I said, "Shall I carry you to the room
?"

Without waiting for a reply, I picked her up and headed towards the west bedroom. She said no.

I was instantly stunned, thinking she'd changed her mind. But she said the west bedroom was out of the question; the baby was
sleeping Good heavens, my heart finally settled.

I carried her to the east bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and leaned over her, beginning my
gentle assault. I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, to make her wet, to let her experience
a true orgasm. I wanted to unleash all my knowledge and experience on her
, so she would never forget me.

I lightly kissed her forehead, kissed her earlobes, tickling her, stimulating her hormones.
I wanted to push her to the peak of arousal before even making love, so that even without a penis, just a
finger would be enough to bring her to orgasm.

Her moans were unique, her voice was stimulating. I took off her nightgown, revealing her purple
lace panties. Her breasts were really big and firm. Her skin was very white and smooth, practically
flawless, without a single blemish.

After taking off her pajamas, I kissed her lips and caressed her breasts with my hands. It felt so good, so good. My
lips left hers and I kissed her neck, then down to her breasts, my hands sliding down to her private parts
. Even though she was wearing underwear, I could already feel that she was soaking wet. I kissed her stomach and her
thighs . I pulled down her underwear, wanting to kiss her vulva… But when I pulled down her underwear and was about to kiss her vulva
, I hesitated because the vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva had already reached her anus. There was so much vaginal fluid that
I couldn't hesitate any longer and didn't care about anything else. I licked her vulva from bottom to top with my tongue.
Suddenly, she tightened her legs, trapping my head between them, and said to me, "No, you can't lick, it's too dirty!"

I said to her, "It's okay, loving you makes everything clean. Relax, don't think about anything, just enjoy
our time together…"

She loosened her legs. I'm sure she had never been licked before.

I licked her back and forth, licking her vaginal fluids, licking her vagina. When I parted the
clitoris with my hand and kissed it with my tongue, she convulsed, screaming wildly, and a gush of
warm, clear, wet fluid flowed out... At this moment, I first wanted to conquer her with my tongue skills.
I probed her vagina with my tongue, circling it along the vaginal walls. The slightly fishy-smelling vaginal fluid wet
my mouth and my chin; I liked the taste. I

couldn't hold back any longer. I knew she had been waiting for my penis to enter her. I lifted her
legs and aimed my already swollen and hot penis at her opening, gently inserting it... because
I knew that it would hurt if I didn't have sex for a long time.

My sister-in-law wrapped her arms around my neck and let out a long "Ah!", feeling that she had finally
released her pent-up emotions.

She was incredibly wet; every thrust was accompanied by a splashing sound. I grew more and more aroused,
increasing my speed and intensity. Her juices soaked my testicles, and her moans
rose , completely oblivious to the fact that the child was sleeping.

What surprised me even more was that she was actually very wanton. Perhaps it was too pleasurable, or perhaps she was just too eager,
because she said to me, "It feels so good, so good, I'm going to die, I'm going to die… harder, harder… I
've never felt this good before, harder, harder, it feels so good, faster, faster…"

I wasn't going to let her control me. I said to her, "I'm so much older than you, I've called you 'sister' for so long, call me 'brother'
today and I'll fuck you to death."

Without any hesitation, she grabbed my collarbone with both hands and said, "Brother, fuck me hard, fuck me hard,
fuck me to death, brother."

That's how women are; as long as they're comfortable, they'll do anything. I changed positions, pinning
one of her legs under my crotch, lifting the other, and thrusting in and out with all my might
. The sounds of the impact were loud; I'm sure anyone next door could hear.

That slut, my sister-in-law, actually said to me, "It's so deep! It feels like it's hitting my cervix, so good!
So good... You're fucking me to death, fucking me to death..."

She couldn't be more lewd. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting my cock hard. I
noticed I'd scratched her breasts raw, but she didn't seem to feel any pain, moaning loudly and wantonly. Of course
, I was also incredibly aroused. I "threatened" her, saying, "If you moan again, I'll bite your breasts and leave teeth marks."

But my sister-in-law said, "Go ahead and bite! If you don't bite, you're not... " "Man."

My sister-in-law actually dared to challenge my limits. During sex, it's always like that—it's so pleasurable, I
don't care about . I lowered my head and bit her hard, instantly turning her breasts purple
, leaving teeth marks with faint traces of blood. That slut actually said, "So good, so good!" Well, I'll make you feel good to the end. I bit around her nipples on
both breasts. I felt I bit too hard; the teeth marks were deep, and
they were actually bleeding. Both breasts swelled up immediately. I was only focused on my own pleasure and didn't care about anything else. After I

'd had enough of that position, I made her kneel on the bed, her buttocks facing the window, her head facing the living room. I entered her from
behind . This slut kept screaming, saying it felt so good, saying my penis was bigger than her husband's
, and that I was good at fucking. She even wouldn't let me fuck her sister, saying my penis would rot if I fucked her sister
, and that I could only fuck herself.

I felt she was going crazy with pleasure. She was kneeling on the edge of the bed, and I was gripping her waist with both hands, fucking her hard. When I tried to
grab her breasts with both hands, she took my hands away. Her breasts probably hurt from where I bit them, but I
was so excited that I lost my mind. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands and fucked her hard from behind. Doggy style breasts feel
big and comfortable. I kept fucking her like that, and her juices didn't decrease. In fact, they kept increasing...

Amid her moans and her incoherent speech, I freed one hand and quietly pulled the window screen
open halfway. She didn't notice because the window screen was transparent. It was just that you couldn't see inside from the outside during the day
. I switched hands and pulled the other window screen open halfway as well, exposing us to
the view .

I enjoyed the thrill, so I fucked her even harder. I was convinced someone could see us. I fucked her like that,
kneeling and doggy-style, for a full 15 minutes. Then I told her, "Let's turn around, I'll fuck you from the front." She
obediently turned around, and when she saw the window screen was open, she immediately turned pale, lay on the bed, and said to me, "What are you
doing ?"

I said, "It's so exciting!"

She said, "Quick, pull it up! I don't want anyone to see."

I told her, "It's okay, this house isn't yours anyway, and they don't know you."

But my sister-in-law was still relentless, so I had no choice but to obey. As long as you make a woman feel good, she
won't be angry with you. I held her and sat on the bed, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest,
moving back and forth like that. I didn't expect that position to be this slut's Achilles' heel. In less than two minutes, the slut had an orgasm
.

Her orgasm was truly terrifying. I won't even go into the sound, but she actually bit my shoulder with such force that it
almost made my penis go limp. I estimate her orgasm lasted about a minute, and I endured it for a minute as well
. Afterwards, she said to me, "Serves you right! You love biting me."

It was both laughable and infuriating. Since my sister-in-law was satisfied, I should also finish. I gently laid her
down and said, "You're here, so I'm coming too."

She said, "Come on! Just cum inside."

I thought, damn, better be careful. I concentrated and thrust quickly a few times.
When , I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. The force was so strong that it even hit her face. I
immediately said to her, "Don't waste it, it's a face mask!"

However, I sensed she was a little unhappy that I hadn't ejaculated inside.

But she didn't say anything. We cleaned each other up briefly, opened the door, and discovered that her son
was already awake. Luckily, the child didn't understand, or it would have been terrible.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once you get to the first time, everything else falls into place. Inevitably,
over time, my sister-in-law became less conservative under my influence. We've done it in parks and woods
; in my mind, she's an absolute stunner.

But in front of others, she's still my sister. No one has ever suspected us, and I've never
been discovered. Since my sister-in-law and I crossed that line, we see each other frequently and make love whenever we meet,
sometimes even in front of the children.

Speaking of which, I'm reminded of something very meaningful and exciting that happened just about
two weeks ago, which I'll share with you.

Two weeks ago, my wife accompanied her to buy clothes. When they got home, it was already noon. Her
child was at her parents' house, and my wife called to tell me she wouldn't be coming home for lunch and asked me to come along and pick her
up.

That time, I went simply to pick up my wife; I had no ulterior motives. Besides
, with my wife there, it was impossible for me to do anything else. So I drove there.

When I got there, my sister-in-law was cooking in the kitchen, and my wife was looking at the cross-stitch my sister-in-law was sewing. That day,
my sister-in-law was wearing a red thermal underwear set. I went into the kitchen, greeted her, and came out to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

A little while later, my sister-in-law pushed open the kitchen door and asked, "Who can peel some garlic for me?"

My lazy wife said, "You go, my hands are allergic."

I had no choice but to go into the kitchen. As soon as I closed the door, I grabbed her. My sister-in-law said
, "Let go, don't cause trouble."

I knew she was afraid my wife would see. I don't know what came over me; on the way there, I hadn't felt any urge
or thought, but as soon as I saw her, I couldn't control myself. I whispered in her ear, "How about we do something exciting?"

My sister-in-law absolutely refused, but I had no choice. I quickly pulled her thermal underwear and panties down
below , pressed down on her waist, and made her stick her butt out. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis as fast as I could.
Since there was no foreplay and she was nervous, her vagina wasn't wet. So I spat on my hand and smeared it on her
vagina, then spat again and smeared it on my penis. Without saying a word, I thrust in quickly and forcefully
.

My sister-in-law is such a slut; after just a few thrusts, I could feel her getting wet. Because of her pants, even though I
was thrusting, there wasn't a slapping sound, but she could feel my impact. She bit her lip tightly,
wanting to moan but not daring to. It was so exciting…

Unfortunately, I couldn't go on for too long, or she would become suspicious. I pulled out, zipped up my pants, and then she was pulling up her long underwear.
I grabbed her hand, pressed down on her shoulders, and made her squat. I inserted my ring and
middle fingers into her vagina, found her G-spot, and quickly vibrated. In just a few thrusts, she squirted, all of it
soaking her underwear. Her expression became even more excited because squirting feels completely
different is very difficult to control. (I remember the first time I made her orgasm was in a hotel. My arms were sore
because she was so nervous.) I pulled my fingers out; my hands were dripping wet. She pulled up her long underwear, slapped me,
and said, "You're all wet! How am I supposed to get out?"

I made a face at her, wiped the semen off my hands on my pants, peeled a few cloves of garlic, and went out
. My silly wife was still doing her cross-stitch and asked me why it took her so long to peel garlic. I suddenly realized that
time flies when you're having fun, so I said to her, "I finished peeling a long time ago. Watch how our sister makes fish, so
I can learn !"

My wife happily thanked me, saying it was a close call. Soon, my sister-in-law came out of the kitchen with dishes,
her legs and body soaked. I thought to myself, "It's impossible that her upper body got wet, is it?" Just then, my wife noticed and asked,
"Why are you all wet?"

My sister-in-law chimed in, "I was washing a dirty plate and it splashed all over me, and my pants are wet too."

To cover up her lie, she had no choice but to get wet somewhere else. It was quite a struggle, but I was
secretly pleased. When I was carrying the second plate, my sister-in-law paused for a moment opposite me and said, "Xiao Wang,
help me carry this dish."

I said okay and followed her into the kitchen. As soon as we entered, she pointed to my zipper area. I
looked down and , oh my god, it was bleached white! I realized how careless I had been; it was all the semen from our anal sex
that would turn white after drying. I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped it off, thinking, "Luckily, my wife was too busy with her cross-stitch and didn't notice
, or it would have been all ruined."

After dinner, we sat together chatting. I was incredibly happy because I knew they
were all mine. We played until almost 3 a.m. when my silly wife felt unwell and rushed to the bathroom.
How could I waste this precious time? I grabbed my sister-in-law and immediately pulled down her long underwear... My sister-in-law understood perfectly well and
knew she couldn't refuse me. I repeated the same routine I used in the kitchen, but I'm smarter now.
After , I grabbed a supermarket brochure from the coffee table, tore a hole in it, and slipped it over my penis
. I was still as vigorous and energetic as ever.

My sister-in-law was still very nervous, trying her best to hold back and not make a sound. This time it took a long time; my silly wife
needs at least ten minutes in the bathroom. We just kept having sex in the living room while waiting for her. A slut is a slut; despite her nervousness
, quickly became very wet…

I heard the sound of the toilet flushing. I immediately pulled out my penis, zipped up my pants, and she quickly pulled up her long underwear. Before
I could even throw away the toilet paper, my wife came out. I folded the paper, pretended to look at it, said something like "the supermarket doesn't have
any discounts ," and tore it into pieces before throwing it in the trash.

This was close, but also very exciting. Not only did we have sex behind my wife's and sister-in-law's backs, but it was almost 3 PM
, and because it was in the living room with the curtains wide open, anyone across the street could definitely see everything. Thinking about it
now is really exciting. My sister-in-law doesn't care anymore…

(The End)

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