I finally had sex with my wife's sister.

My wife and her sister are twins, but they don't look alike. My wife is quite large; people who don't know better might mistake her for the older sister. My wife's sister is petite and delicate, with fair, smooth skin like jade. She's very beautiful and has a cheerful, outgoing personality.
The two sisters are very close, so my wife's sister and I are also quite close. I've had a crush on my wife's sister for a long time and have always wanted to possess her, but I've never had the chance, nor have I dared to make any rash moves openly.
I just often take advantage of opportunities to visit her house to take out her underwear and masturbate with my penis, sometimes even ejaculating inside her. My wife's sister thinks it's her husband who does it and has even told my wife about it.
Two nights, while the two sisters went to the supermarket, I watched TV at her house. I took out her underwear and ejaculated a little bit inside, trying to make sure she couldn't see it, then put that underwear on top.
The next day, when she squatted down to sweep the floor, I saw she was wearing that same underwear. I was so excited!
I really wanted my precious sperm to enter her body and successfully mate with her!
To have her have my child. She has many very sexy underwear, see-through, lace, etc.
Some of her worn-out ones she would give to my wife. When I touch my wife, I always feel like I'm touching her. I often smell the underwear she gave me; it always has her body scent inside.
I'm very familiar with her body scent because she always asks me to massage her when she's tired.
The sisters have a very good relationship; when the older sister is tired, my wife will say she'll give her a massage.
My wife's older sister is very good to me. Of course, it wasn't always that kind of good at first. She treats me like a close brother-in-law, and also like a sibling, so she doesn't shy away from being affectionate.
We're all the same age, I'm a few months older. The massages are usually just on her back, but sometimes I take the liberty of massaging her thighs. The first time, she smiled and blushed a little, but she got used to it afterward.
When my wife is around, I pat my wife's older sister with my palms. Her buttocks are so bouncy. She doesn't do any skincare; she's a natural beauty, good in every way.
Twice, when my wife was cooking in the other room, I started massaging with the heel of my palm, and then I started kneading.
What appeared to be a natural massage technique was actually an attempt to rub her buttocks. Sometimes I'd give it a couple of squeezes and then tap her thighs, sometimes I'd give it a few more squeezes. To me it was just a squeeze, but to my wife's sister-in-law it was a massage, so she didn't say anything and even said it felt good.
Because we got along well, my wife's sister-in-law often gave me back massages too. Sometimes when she rode in my car, she'd naturally put her arm around my waist. When my wife wasn't home, I'd go to her place for dinner, and after I showered at night, she'd do my laundry, washing my underwear spotlessly clean.
Her husband was often away from home, or he'd be out with friends until late at night. Sometimes when she was lonely, she'd ask me to come and watch TV with her, and sometimes I'd sleep at her house.
We had a very good relationship, and my brother-in-law didn't have any ulterior motives. Because my wife was also very good to him, the four of us from both families were like brothers and sisters.
My wife sometimes tells her brother-in-law dirty jokes, and her older sister, being the eldest sister, occasionally tells ours, but not in a very suggestive way.
Over time, my feelings for her sister-in-law have grown stronger, and I'm always thinking about when I can have her.
Sometimes I even fantasize about a foursome between the two couples. Because my wife and her brother-in-law also have a good relationship, though not in that way, but I think if that were the case, she would be happy to have sex with him.
Our two families have been running a business together for the past two years, and my wife's sister and I often go out to buy goods. Sometimes we can't get back in time, so we share a room to save money, and we always manage to get along peacefully.
At first, she wouldn't take off her outer pants to sleep in front of me. But as it got more common, and sometimes it was hot and wearing them to bed wasn't comfortable, she started sleeping in her underwear like she does at home. Sometimes, when she wasn't careful, the blanket would be kicked off, and she'd be completely exposed.
Some of her underwear was see-through, and I could see her snow-white buttocks. When I looked at her from the front, I could vaguely see her pubic hair, though it wasn't very thick.
Once, we went out during the May Day holiday, and hotels were scarce. We could only find one single room with one bed.
We had no choice but to sleep together. At first, I slept at her feet, but the air conditioner was right above us, and I had a slight cold those days, so she let me sleep at one end of the bed with her.
Why did she so naturally ask me to sleep at the same end of
the carriage? Because back in the old sleeper trains we used to travel in, the berths were always pushed together, very cramped, and we often slept face-to-face at one end. Now there are regulations against that; new trains are all one-person-one-berth, and even the old ones have been converted to one-person-one-berth. So it's natural for us to sleep at the same end, and there's nothing awkward about it.
Besides, we weren't so particular about these things when we were out and about, and because we were so tired, we both fell asleep quickly.
My wife always wants me to hold her when she sleeps, and I also have a habit of needing to touch her breasts every day to fall asleep; it's become a natural habit over time.
After my wife's sister and I went to bed, I fell asleep, and it was probably quite natural. In my sleep, I embraced her. She was so tired that she slept soundly and didn't notice. I held her for half the night, and in my hazy dream, it felt like I was making love with my wife.
I often make love with my wife in the middle of the night when she's half asleep. This time, I treated my wife's sister like my wife, and I naturally reached out to touch her breasts. I could only feel them in my hand, and I wondered why my wife's breasts were smaller.
But they were much more elastic and smooth than before, and the nipples were smaller too. I felt strange.
But my hand kept gently rubbing her nipples. My wife's sister was probably too tired; we had been running around for three days straight, and she was even breathing heavily. So she probably didn't feel anything at first because she wasn't awake. I was also half-asleep, touching her nipples.
Because she's petite, unlike my wife who's quite broad, when I put my right arm around her, I could touch her nipples, and my left hand naturally reached down.
She was still asleep and didn't feel anything, so I continued to touch her gently, sometimes touching and sometimes not.
But gradually, I felt her genitals getting wet. When my wife touches me in the middle of the night, she sometimes reaches orgasm while breathing; the two sisters are so alike.
A little bit of wetness started to increase, and she seemed to notice it too. Her soft breathing stopped, and after a while, she turned over and snuggled up to me, her right hand naturally wrapped around my waist.
I gently kissed her lips. At this point, I woke up and realized it was my wife's sister. I suddenly felt a little nervous, but also overjoyed. I had been waiting for this day for years.
My mind was racing, but possessiveness took over. I pushed her back to her flat position and continued to hold her, caressing her as before, but this time it was a conscious caress, with technique and intensity.
She became increasingly wet and started moaning.
I pulled her hand over so she could touch my penis.
After I grabbed it a couple of times, her eyes opened briefly, as if she realized something. Her hand paused for a few seconds, then grabbed again. Her eyes opened wide, she seemed to come to her senses, called my name, and shifted slightly.
She tried to pull away from my embrace, lifting herself halfway, but with a slight pull, she slumped back down, fully awake now, and I was sweating.
I paused for a moment, but I was still unwilling to give up, so I continued to touch her whole body. She couldn't break free from my grasp and said,
"What are you doing? Don't do this!"
I answered her with my actions, so I simply went all in, lifted half of my body, pressed down on her upper body, licked her nipples with my mouth, and pressed my penis against her buttocks, making her pant heavily and unable to speak.
She then used her hands to grab my penis forcefully. By this time, mine was already erect. She couldn't breathe under my pressure, so her grip wasn't very strong. It hurt a little, but there was also a somewhat pleasurable feeling.
I continued licking her nipples, even sucking on her entire breast. My index finger rubbed her clitoris.
She couldn't move, but she must have felt some pleasure, because I felt her hand was no longer grabbing my penis, but touching it. But she said,
"Don't do this, don't do this, this is not good, why are you doing this?"
"Sister wants to say it, get up quickly."
At this moment, my hand didn't stop, my mouth came out of her breast, I raised my head and said to her, "
Xiao Li (I usually call her by her name), give me one time, I want you, you are so beautiful!" Then I pressed my mouth to her mouth.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth to touch hers, but she pursed her lips tightly, trying to stop me. She twisted her body, attempting to reject me. Her movements caused my penis, which was pressed against her buttocks, to itch and feel pleasurably hard, making it even more erect.
However, I was too weak to break free. Seeing that she wouldn't kiss me, I started kissing her hair. She had short, dark hair that usually looked very neat and capable. I inhaled the fragrance of her hair and gently bit her earlobe. She turned her head away, refusing my kiss. She kept saying, "
Don't do this, get up, hurry up, stop!"
I said to her, "
Ali, please let me feel good just once. I miss you so much, please give me this once."
I knew words alone weren't enough, so I increased the rhythm of my hand stroking her clitoris, while my other hand continuously rubbed her nipples, and my penis rubbed against her body.
I tried again to touch her tongue with mine, forcefully pushing my tongue through her teeth, finally meeting her soft, sweet tongue.
I stirred it in her mouth, making her mouth full of saliva. I paused, and she suddenly bit my tongue, slowly but surely, holding back her strength. Her eyes seemed to be telling me to get off.
I knew she was afraid of hurting me, still a little reluctant to let me go, but if I got off like this, how could I face her afterwards? I had to make her have sex with me, and I had to make her want to too, so that I wouldn't be too ashamed to face her in the future.
I pretended to get up and let her go, and she indeed let go and bit my tongue.
Taking advantage of the situation, I suddenly pressed down on top of her. I'm taller than her, and when I pressed down on her, she couldn't breathe properly and couldn't move at all. She could only hit my back with her hands and say, "What are you doing?
Get off me!" I thought to myself, it seems I can't let her get aroused before doing it with her. So
I pressed down on her with my left hand and reached down with my right hand to pull down her panties. At this point, she started to resist and said sharply, "
Let go! Don't do anything!"
Her shout made me stop for a moment. I was a little afraid of her when she scolded me in a coquettish voice, but I knew I couldn't stop, so I hesitated for a moment and continued to pull down her panties. However, because I was pressing down on her too tightly and she was twisting and resisting desperately,
I was afraid that if I loosened my grip and lifted up, she would take the opportunity to get away, and if I forced myself on top of her again, she would definitely get angry, which would be worse.
So I decided not to take off her panties. I slightly lifted my hips, pulled out my penis, and aimed it at her vulva, trying to insert it from the edge of her panties.
I thought I'd make it a done deal first, then slowly bring her and me to orgasm. Women need to be conquered with my penis first.
Once she lost her virginity, she wouldn't resist like she was now—that was my idea. She saw my determination and started pleading: "
Good brother-in-law, please don't do this!"
She usually called me by my name, but calling me "brother-in-law" was a way of reminding me, but I had already gone ahead.
I said,
"Good sister, I like you so much," but
my penis kept moving, trying to reach her clitoris with my penis. She kept twisting, and my penis, trying to enter from the side of her panties, couldn't find her clitoris amidst her twisting.
Having no other choice, I increased the pressure to prevent her from moving, but I was afraid of hurting her, so I had to be careful not to hurt her. By this time, she was exhausted from being pinned down, only begging me to let her go and cursing at me a few times.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I pulled her panties down a little, found the right moment, and thrust into her flower.
As soon as I entered, I felt a sensation different from my wife's. After all, she was a woman, and her lower body was very tight, immediately enveloping me from all sides. I thrust all the way in, reaching the very depths of her cave.
As I thrust all the way in, I clearly felt her resistance weaken. I heard her let out a long sigh, and tears welled up in her eyes.
It seemed my idea was correct; once I was inside, it meant she had lost her virginity, and her resistance was useless.
Now it was up to me to work harder. I wanted to take a good look at her. I couldn't be afraid of her anymore; I had to adopt the posture of a conqueror.
I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. She turned her head to the side, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. My heart warmed, but I couldn't be soft-hearted.
I lifted my hips and quickly thrust my penis into her several times, pumping forcefully, aiming to break down her pride at the same time.
Then I lowered my head to kiss her eyes and lick away her tears. She bit her lip and remained silent. I knew she was in great pain. I didn't comfort her. I thrust into her a few more times and rolled off her.
I hugged her and kissed her incessantly—her hair, eyes, face, lips, chin, her shoulders—using kisses to express my humility. This time, she didn't resist.
I hugged her again. She struggled slightly, trying to pull away, but with a little more force, she half-pushed, half-yielded into my embrace.
I lowered my head to kiss her, my other hand reaching for her breast, and then pulled her hand to my penis, making her open it and grasp it. She didn't pull away; she
just held onto me. I took her hand and rubbed my penis, and she followed suit. There were only sobs in her throat.
I removed my hand and went back to touching her breast, but her hand continued mechanically stroking my penis. That was enough for me.
As I caressed her smooth, alabaster-like body, I poured out my love for her
and how good she had been to me. She lay in my arms, eyes closed, listening quietly. After a long sigh, her hand began to move naturally and gently, touching my penis.
I knew she was beginning to accept me, because she had already given herself to me, and there was no point in resisting anymore.
I was now her second man besides her husband. She used to joke with my brother-in-law that I often helped her with chores and was like a second husband to her; now I truly was.

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