My sister-in-law's request after her breakup

I'm from Jinan and run a small company selling indoor fitness equipment and hotel decoration materials. I own a small shop near Quancheng Square, and business is decent.

I have a very gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and charming wife. She has a younger sister, four years her junior, currently a junior at Shandong University. She's very independent and, because she studied dance as a child and enjoys singing with a decent voice, she works part-time at a relatively large karaoke bar. I heard the manager takes good care of her, and she earns a considerable salary each month. She's basically never asked her family for money during her university years. When she first came to Jinan, she stayed at my house for a while, then moved out to share an apartment with classmates closer to the university. Later, after my wife miscarried, she moved back in to help take care of her sister for a few months, but then, for reasons I can't share, she insisted on moving out again.

My wife and I went from knowing each other to dating for two years, and from dating to marriage for four years. Because of these six years of companionship, we cherish our relationship immensely.

My wife and I had sex before we got married. Back then, we hadn't bought our current house yet; we rented a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment of 60 square meters. Our neighbors were all working professionals who left early and returned late, the kind of people who never interacted. But looking back now, that period was arguably the happiest and most joyful time of my life.

My wife had one day off a week, and I also had one day off from my job at the gym. Every day, I'd be home at 7 pm sharp, push open the door, and immediately grab my wife, who was waiting for me at the door, giving her two big kisses on the lips. Then I'd close the door, and my hands would immediately climb up to her two firm breasts, kneading them vigorously through her clothes. My wife would obediently wrap her arms around my neck, panting, and bury her head in my shoulder. Although my wife appears quiet, she has a rather outgoing personality and is very open in bed. Even though we'd been living together for over a year, our passion remained high. Except for her period, we had sex almost every day, averaging two to three times a day. After work, we'd warm up with a little warm-up. The best times for our passionate lovemaking were before bed and after waking up in the morning. Sometimes we'd even interrupt the night if we woke up. We constantly changed the location for our lovemaking: the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, balcony, dining table, and sometimes even the living room while watching porn. Especially on our days off, we'd often buy groceries in advance and stay home all day. When we got tired, we'd rest a bit, teasing each other until our desires were aroused, then we'd get down to business. Even after I'd ejaculated, my wife wanted my penis inside her vagina, saying she loved the feeling of her vagina being filled.

Because I work at the gym, I'm in great shape and have plenty of stamina in bed, always bringing my wife to multiple orgasms. At first, she'd intentionally cover her mouth with a towel to avoid making a sound, but often she couldn't control herself after a short while, throwing the towel aside and squeezing my neck, screaming. My wife is very sensitive; she comes quickly and reaches climax very fast each time, but she also recovers quickly. She's ready to go again soon after her orgasm. At this point, I slow down and kiss her slightly sweaty breasts and forehead. Soon, she'll actively respond with her lower body, holding my waist tightly so I can penetrate deeper.

The sweetness and happiness of living together also led to a breakthrough in my career. The gym was doing well and we wanted to expand, so we acquired a new location. The owner took a liking to me and invited me to oversee the preparations for the new club, promising me the acting manager position if I did well. Excited, I didn't think deeply about why I deserved the manager position; I was simply thrilled and wanted to tell my dear wife the good news as soon as possible, then seize this opportunity and do my best to make things perfect. I got home very late that day, but my wife was even happier than I was when she heard the news. We were both in a state of inexplicable excitement all night, making love to each other again and again until she was practically a lump of flesh, too weak to even move a finger. I didn't stop until she was completely exhausted.

The club's setup, from interior decoration to equipment procurement and consumable selection, was all done by me. I was running around everywhere, selecting different brands, considering their cost-effectiveness, how to replace damaged parts, and choosing the placement of equipment. I humbly consulted experts in equipment sales about all of this. During the day, I wrote reports based on market research and submitted them to the general manager at night so he could choose suppliers and place orders. Everything was proceeding smoothly.

That day, just as I got home and hugged my sweet wife, ready to take things to the next step, she suddenly told me she was pregnant. I was overwhelmed with happiness again; I was about to become a father.

But one sentence from my wife immediately cooled me down: How was I going to tell my parents? Yes, although our parents knew we'd been living together and often urged us to get married, we always felt the pressure would be too much after marriage, so we made various excuses to avoid it. But this time, we couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.

So we quickly informed both sets of parents of our upcoming wedding. Overjoyed, they began planning our ceremony, while I used my savings to buy an 80-square-meter apartment in a newly developed neighborhood as our new home. The wedding was completed in a swift and grand manner amidst the blessings of many relatives and friends. My wife, accompanied by her sister, entered our new home, her smile blooming like a flower as she held a bouquet of flowers. After the wedding, my

wife quit her job and stayed home. Her sister also moved in with us during this time to prepare for university entrance exams. The young woman had blossomed into a more beautiful young woman than when I first met her two years ago, her skin even fairer and more delicate than her sister's. Because of her regular exercise, her breasts were well-developed, though not as full as my wife's, they were more perky.

For the past three months of my wife's pregnancy, I've tried my best to restrain myself for the baby's safety. Seeing that I couldn't satisfy her, she would often playfully tease me, making me constantly aroused. Even though she would occasionally use her hands and mouth to help me release my pent-up desire, I still often felt like I was on fire. So I would download porn and masturbate to relieve myself, while my wife would laugh uproariously at my embarrassing state. In the fourth month, according to the doctor's advice, we could have some light intercourse. I felt my suffering could finally be somewhat relieved. That night, I trembled as I caressed my wife's large breasts, my large penis slowly pushing into her depths. When the head of my penis gently touched something soft, suddenly a deeply lingering and incredibly satisfied moan came from my wife's mouth. The sound was so loud that I thought it could be heard several rooms away. Just as I was about to tell her to be quiet so her sister wouldn't hear and embarrass the young girl, my wife began to eagerly thrust her lower body, making my penis rub against her vagina, teasingly urging me to give it to her quickly, to fuck her pussy hard.

I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them hard a few times, eliciting a few soft moans. Then I started thrusting rapidly. Although I still didn't dare to go too deep, afraid of hitting her uterus and harming the baby, my wife's pent-up desire from not being satisfied for months made her tremble with pleasure. At first, she clearly called out, "Husband, fuck me! Husband, fuck me!" But soon she started babbling incoherently. Especially her almost screaming moans as she approached orgasm stimulated me so much that every pore on my body felt open with pleasure. We made love for most of the night. The next day, my wife lay in bed for most of the day. She even came over to ask why her younger sister hadn't gotten up. She lied and said she had a cold and felt weak. As a result, her sister-in-law made her drink a lot of hot water, saying that pregnant women shouldn't take medicine for a cold and should drink more water. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

During this time, I continued to work tirelessly for my business. Just as my meticulously planned project was nearing completion and I was preparing to celebrate the opening of the new club with my colleagues, the manager suddenly announced to the staff that he had appointed his younger brother as the manager of the new club. I was immediately furious and questioned the manager about his change of heart. His words chilled me to the bone: he said he had only said he was considering it, not that he was certain, and that he didn't need to consult me about who would be the manager. Those words were a wake-up call. I immediately packed my things and prepared to leave. The manager, perhaps realizing he had gone too far, softened his stance and offered to put me in charge of the new store's marketing. I merely gave him a cold look and turned away.

After returning home, I stayed with my wife. During this time, I frantically sent out resumes online, but due to my lack of education, I couldn't find any opportunities. Then, something devastating happened: my wife suddenly miscarried. Completely panicked, I stumbled and carried my wife, whose lower body was soaked in blood, to a taxi and sped to the hospital. Several tens of minutes later, the doctor came out and told me that the baby might not survive and that drainage might be necessary. I stared at the surgery notification in anguish, my hands trembling; those few simple pages felt like a mountain. My sister-in-law, who had rushed over, quickly supported my swaying body. Looking at my face, contorted with pain, she gently comforted me, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be alright."

My emotions slowly calmed down with her soft words of reassurance, and I finally took the notification and signed my name heavily.

The baby couldn't be saved. After the surgery, my wife became completely depressed, staring blankly at one spot all day without saying a word. Ignoring my own anguish, I tried my best to comfort her, showing her old photos and sharing funny stories from our past experiences, desperately trying to help her forget her pain and rekindle her courage to live.

During this time, my sister-in-law stayed home to help care for my wife, but I did all the dirty and tiring work myself, only asking her to cook and clean the living room. Since my wife lost her voice, she had no normal physiological needs; she didn't know she was hungry or needed to defecate or urinate. So, I fed her little by little, slightly less than her usual amount, and every few hours I would take her to the toilet to sit on the toilet for a while. Even so, she would still frequently soil or urinate in bed. I would then undress her completely and take her to a bathtub filled with warm water to wash her thoroughly before making the bed, washing the sheets, and airing out the mattress.

To keep my wife from getting bored, we always moved the dining table in front of her during meals. My sister-in-law would tell my wife about her school life every day, how she and her classmates worked part-time tutoring outside of school, how naughty so-and-so's child was, how well so-and-so's girl danced, and how even she, as a teacher, was falling behind, and so on. To liven things up, I would deliberately tease my sister-in-law until she got all sulky and started to whine. She would then grab my wife's hand and ask her to take charge, while I would come up with some ideas to symbolically punish myself, as if my wife was backing me up and calming down my sister-in-law's resentment.

After our persistent efforts, my wife finally began to respond to external stimuli, which relieved our whole family. When she struggled to open her mouth and stammered out my name, I was moved to tears. Seeing my sister-in-law also covering her mouth and with tears welling in her eyes, I pulled her into a tight hug. Feeling her soft breasts, I immediately realized my embarrassment and quickly turned away to hug my wife, oblivious to my sister-in-law's flushed face and tearful eyes.

Although my wife had regained consciousness, she was still unable to care for herself and needed assistance. Especially as the weather grew hotter, her body couldn't move on its own, and the sweat on her back often soaked the bedding. She would often be drenched in sweat when she consciously tried to raise her arms and legs, so I had to carry her to the shower every day. Because I always undressed and showered with her, I was always the one bathing her. After my wife

was able to raise her arms on her own, she suddenly asked me to stop carrying her; she wanted to get out of bed and walk by herself. Knowing my wife's strong-willed nature, I didn't say anything and obediently helped her to her feet. Her leg muscles were recovering slowly, so when she stood up, her legs trembled and she couldn't take a step. As she gritted her teeth and tried to move one leg forward, the other supporting her suddenly gave way, and her whole body plummeted downwards. I quickly grabbed her waist and tried to pull her up, but because of the heat and sweat, my hands slipped and I couldn't hold on. At that moment, my sister-in-law screamed and rushed over, grabbing my wife's shoulder and arm. I broke out in a cold sweat, letting out a soft sigh of relief, finally preventing my wife from falling to the floor. I smiled at my sister-in-law and turned back to comfort my distraught wife. It took her a while to catch her breath.

Then my wife's temper flared up again. She firmly rejected my suggestion to carry her, insisting that my sister-in-law and I each support her on one side and slowly move her forward. Because my wife was basically clinging to me, I had her wrap one arm around my neck, while I placed my other hand on her waist to support her weight. My sister-in-law was in the same position, her entire right side pressed against my wife's. My hand was initially on my wife's waist, but after a couple of steps, it began to slide upwards, reaching my wife's chest. Because my sister-in-law's body was pressed so tightly against my wife's, I quickly felt a soft, yielding sensation on the back of my hand, gently massaging it as I moved. I soon realized what it was and awkwardly glanced at my sister-in-law. She was looking down, sweat trickling down her temples, her face flushed, whether from heat or exhaustion, I couldn't tell. I felt incredibly awkward, unsure whether to put my hand down or not. What made it even more embarrassing was that as the shape of that fleshy mound became clearer on the back of my hand, my lower body slowly began to rise. Especially when my fingers unconsciously moved as if they touched something hard, and then my sister-in-law let out a suppressed but still audible moan—"Mmm-ah-"—my mind went blank. A single thought flashed through my mind—she wasn't wearing a bra. Immediately, my lower body became fully engorged, rock solid. Honestly, I had never had any improper thoughts about my sister-in-law, but I am, after all, a man of vigor. Before, I hadn't had the time or energy because of my wife and children. Now that my wife's condition was improving, I felt much more relaxed, and the previously suppressed desire suddenly erupted like a volcano, uncontrollably. I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths and adjusting my posture to prevent my erect penis from protruding too much. I glanced back at my sister-in-law; her already flushed face looked even redder, and her head was bowed even lower.

I finally managed to help my wife to the bathroom door. I let my sister-in-law go in first to support my wife. I carefully pulled my arms away from my wife and changed my position so I could carry her while showering. I took another step forward, about to tell my sister-in-law she could rest, but before I could speak, she hurriedly said, "Okay, I'm out," and bumped into me. Because the bathroom door was small, only allowing two people to pass sideways, I quickly stepped inside and leaned back to make room. My sister-in-law, to avoid hitting my wife's head, deliberately bent over, and unfortunately, her buttocks bumped directly into my erect penis. I don't know if my sister-in-law sensed something, but she let out a short "Ah!" and then ran out even faster with her head down.

My wife turned around suspiciously, "What's wrong?" My face twitched awkwardly, and I said, "How should I know?" My wife frowned but didn't ask any further.

I breathed a sigh of relief; that little girl's move just now was really something else—a press, a tightening, a tug—it almost made me lose control. I quickly took a deep breath to suppress the urge. I was thinking about how to explain it to my sister-in-law, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. I couldn't exactly say, "I didn't mean to touch your breasts, I was just touching you with my penis." If that happened, my sister-in-law would probably just grab a knife and kill me.

After this incident, my sister-in-law and I seemed to have suddenly become very distant. We were no longer able to laugh and joke freely with each other, and she no longer proactively told us about her funny stories from school, while I was plunged into deep self-reproach. I kept trying to find an opportunity to talk to my sister-in-law, but I never succeeded. A month later, I saw my wife's younger sister moving her luggage out. I asked my wife and learned that she had rented a place near the school with a classmate, so she wouldn't have to commute so far for meals every day. She also wanted to find a part-time job to earn some extra money. I knew I couldn't stop her, so I silently helped her carry her large bags downstairs and loaded them into the minivan her classmate had rented. She didn't look me in the eye, just lowered her head and said, "Thank you, brother-in-law." Then she smiled at my wife, who had come downstairs, and said, "Sister, I'm leaving!" before sitting in the passenger seat. The minivan van disappeared in a flash.

After that, I only heard about my sister-in-law from my wife. She said she was about to be a sophomore in college and had exams coming up. She also said she'd found a part-time job at a nightclub with pretty good pay. A few days later, when I came home, I saw some dried goods and fruit on the table. My wife came out of the room and said my sister had come back on her classmate's electric scooter. She'd bought her a sweater; it was quite trendy. Watching my wife beaming and striking different poses in front of the mirror, I sighed silently. My wife saw my reflection in the mirror and chuckled. "You look jealous of me, huh? Don't worry, your sister-in-law hasn't forgotten you. Look, your gift is in your room—a three-sided electric shaver. It'll save you from always having messy shaves and hurting people."

I kept thinking about how to restore my relationship with my sister-in-law, but for a while I was busy with the shop's management and contacting suppliers. Because I had previously studied fitness equipment and building materials, I quickly got the hang of things and secured sources. Then, for the new shop's opening, I spent a lot of money advertising on TV. Although it was expensive, the results were immediate. My shop quickly became packed with customers, and I earned my first pot of gold.

Business soon got on track, and I returned to my nine-to-five life. My wife's illness was cured, but her health deteriorated significantly. And for some reason, she wasn't as sexually active as before; sometimes she would have two orgasms in a row and be exhausted, while I still hadn't ejaculated. My wife had to help me ejaculate with her hands and mouth. Looking at my wife's tired and apologetic eyes, I felt guilty. If she hadn't gotten pregnant because of me, she wouldn't have suffered so much, and her health wouldn't have deteriorated so drastically.

My sister-in-law came back a few more times in the following months. She finally smiled at me, and her laughter seemed to bring back memories of the past. I was overjoyed. During dinner, watching my wife constantly piling food into her bowl, I picked up a piece of meat to put in hers, but my sister-in-law quickly stopped me, saying, "I don't eat meat! I don't eat meat! I'm on a diet!" Seeing my awkwardness, unsure whether to put the meat in or not, she sucked on the tip of her chopsticks, snatched the meat from mine, and chewed it, giggling, "But it's okay to have a piece now and then." My wife grumbled, "Why are you on a diet? You're so thin, you eat like a kitten..."

I stared blankly at the glistening line of saliva on the tip of my chopsticks, swallowing hard. My sister-in-law seemed to notice too; her face flushed slightly, and she glanced at me furtively before lowering her head to eat. I heard everything they said after that, but suddenly my brain felt like a broken string. It wasn't until my wife's glare that I snapped out of my daze. What were I standing there for? Aren't you going to see your sister off? My sister-in-law waved her hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, I'll just take a taxi home." My wife chimed in, "Do you really need a taxi? Let your brother-in-law drive you home; it's safer that way. I don't trust a young woman like you to take a taxi alone." I chimed in, "Yes, yes, I'll take you home." My sister-in-law insisted, but finally couldn't resist my wife's insistence and followed me downstairs.

I drove my recently purchased pickup truck out of the garage. Just as I was about to open the side door, my sister-in-law opened the cargo door and got in. "Brother-in-law, let's go," she said.

I had no choice but to close the door again. Looking at my sister-in-law in the rearview mirror, she wore a white coat and light makeup, appearing much more mature than she had a few months ago. I aimlessly searched for topics to ease the awkward atmosphere, but my sister-in-law kept her head down, only responding with a single word when I asked her a question. This continued until we reached the school gate. After getting out of the car, she suddenly turned around as if to say something, but seeing me look up, she swallowed her words, said goodbye, and walked into the school gate with her head down.

I shook my head, bewildered, and drove away.

Later, I ran into my sister-in-law outside Shandong University. My wife asked me to bring her some food. Since I usually have classes, evenings are the only time I have enough time, so we agreed to meet her at the school gate after afternoon classes. At 5:30, she rushed out of the school, her eyes lighting up when she saw my car. She exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, can I borrow your car to take me to work?" I said, "Huh? What for? Don't you have a performance today?" "

To fill in," she said urgently. "The singer who was originally scheduled couldn't make it, and the manager asked me to fill in. It's a lifesaver, brother-in-law." She replied quickly, "Okay, no problem, I'll be there in five minutes." I started the car, stepped on the gas, and sped off. My sister-in-law screamed in fright, coquettishly saying, "What are you doing, brother-in-law? Don't do this to me, okay?" The words probably felt a little inappropriate as soon as they left my mouth. We usually just playfully tease each other with our girlfriends, but "doing this" carries a different meaning, and for a girl to say it aloud definitely carries a hint of provocation. After saying it, my face flushed slightly. Seeing no reaction from me in the rearview mirror, I let out a soft sigh and stuck out my tongue. Little did I know that her every move was within my sight. Seeing her stick out that pink tongue, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. Lately, I don't know why, but I keep having inappropriate thoughts about my sister-in-law. I silently berated myself and then sighed. Lately, my wife has been listless, even during sex she lacks energy. In the end, she didn't even bother to help me ejaculate manually. I'm so tired that I have to watch porn to finish myself. It's been like this for several days in a row. Now I feel like my nerves are particularly sensitive; the slightest teasing will make me jump up.

*Squeak* The car arrived, and my sister-in-law grabbed her bag from the back seat and rushed through the door. I watched her unusually energetic movements with amusement, then got out and entered the dance hall.

The dance floor was huge, capable of holding hundreds of people simultaneously. Everywhere I looked, people were shaking their heads, swaying their hips, and dancing wildly, enjoying the relaxed pleasure in the dimly lit, passionate atmosphere.

I had been to dance halls with clients before, but always in private rooms. I had never been in such a chaotic environment before, and after a while, my ears started to hurt. So I retreated to a quiet corner and waited for my sister-in-law to take the stage.

The music gradually subsided, and the previously frantically dancing bodies returned to their seats one by one. Then the music started again. It was a very elegant song, and my sister-in-law's rendition gave it an ancient, otherworldly quality, instantly dispelling the chaotic atmosphere. My sister-in-law's voice was beautiful. As she sang, she walked up from backstage, eliciting whistles from the audience. It was clear that she had connections and was somewhat famous there. As the song ended, the audience clamored for an encore, another one! My sister-in-law glanced at a man who looked like the manager, who nodded. She then said to the audience, "Okay, thank you everyone, I'll perform another song for you."

The music started again, and this time my sister-in-law sang a fast song, accompanied by a hot dance, showcasing her talent as she sang and danced. Watching her sway her hips and perform seductive moves on stage, I suddenly felt like someone had stolen my treasure. My chest tightened terribly, and after a while, I couldn't stay any longer, so I turned and left the dance hall.

Once outside, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, inwardly laughing at myself for being so angry. I pulled out a cigarette, took a deep drag, and immediately coughed. "

Why are you smoking if you can't smoke?" A familiar voice called out. My sister-in-law opened the car door and waved her hand frantically, trying to drive away the smoke.

I turned around and saw my sister-in-law still wearing the sexy, super-short leather jacket she wore during her final performance, her thighs and navel exposed, making this lustful man of mine restless. But the thought of her exposing herself to so many people in public irritated me, and I blurted out, "It's none of your business."

My sister-in-law froze, but she seemed to see something in my turned gaze, and forced a smile. "Don't you like this outfit?"

I don't know what got into me, but the more I looked at her pitiful expression, the more irritated I became. I turned my face away again, unconsciously saying, "Wear whatever you want, show it to whoever you want, it's none of anyone else's business."

Hearing this, the tears that had been welling up in my sister-in-law's eyes streamed down her face. I saw this in the rearview mirror and felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in my heart, but a surge of anger rose within me, holding me back from looking at her.

My sister-in-law sobbed a few times, then suddenly threw her bag on the ground, walked to the car window, and yelled at my back, "Yeah, it's none of anyone else's business, but who are you to them? What right do you have to tell me what to wear? Who I'm showing off is none of your business! What right do you have to tell me what to do!" She then pulled open the car door, crawled to the back of the car, curled up in a corner, and buried her face in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

I was completely flustered and panicked. I wanted to comfort her, but I was afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting her. I wanted to call my wife for help, but I didn't know how to explain what had happened.

I was at a loss, scratching my head in confusion. My sister-in-law gradually calmed down after a while. The back seat was too dark, and I could only see her dark figure sobbing intermittently. After a while, I saw her huddled motionless in the back seat.

It was getting darker and the night was getting colder. I was afraid she would get cold in such light clothing, so I called her name, but she didn't answer. I turned on the back seat light and saw that she had fallen asleep, her head resting on the backrest. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she seemed to be feeling cold.

I gently opened the car door, grabbed a coat to put on her, and sat down. My gaze was immediately drawn to my sister-in-law's sleeping expression.

From my angle, her earlier crying had given her a pitiful and endearing look. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes made her even more endearing. Her small nose and slightly pouting lips gave her an irresistible urge to kiss her. Her pink open-necked t-shirt didn't accentuate her bust, but rather highlighted her playful cuteness; I really wanted to reach out and gently touch it, to shower her with affection. Her black mini-skirt was slightly lifted due to her sitting posture, vaguely revealing the bulge of her white cotton panties. Combined with her round, white thighs and black stockings above the knees, I suddenly felt a surge of heat. My lower body instinctively went into a state of arousal, my heart pounding. A force urged me to reach out, but reason immediately told me it was wrong to do this to my sister-in-law. Yet, that force was as powerful as a divine call, a voice echoing in my mind: "You like her, otherwise why do you care so much about her? Go for it, cherish her, let her body release your soul." Trembling,

I slowly reached out, gently placing my hand across the gap in the chair back onto my sister-in-law's thigh, lightly caressing it. I stared intently at my sister-in-law's expression. She seemed oblivious. I lovingly caressed the spot where her stockings met her skin, my fingers slowly moving upwards, touching her skirt. Afraid of waking her, I suppressed the itch within me and forced myself to cross that mysterious area covered by the white cloth. My fingers moved up to her lower abdomen, caressing her flat stomach, but I couldn't lift her clothes to touch her cute navel. My fingers involuntarily rose, reaching the edge of her breasts. At this moment, I was controlled by excitement, completely unaware that my sister-in-law's eyelids twitched, her breathing became rapid, and her face grew increasingly flushed.

I lingered at the foot of her breasts, unwilling to defile this sacred snow-capped peak, but desire drove me to tremble. My stiff hands struggled to rise, about to touch her breasts, when suddenly a murmur from my sister-in-law exploded in my ears like thunder. I hastily withdrew my hands like a thief, my face burning hot, shame gripping my entire being.

I actually took advantage of my sister-in-law! How could I be so shameless? How could I do this? Did she find out? What will she do? Will she tell her sister? How am I supposed to get along with them then?! Oh my god, may lightning strike me dead! "

Brother-in-law, what time is it? Ah, why is it so dark? I'm so hungry, brother-in-law, please treat me to dinner." My sister-in-law's series of self-talk pulled me back to reality.

What? She didn't notice? Thank God, thank Buddha, thank Athena for granting me this lucky power. My entire mind became a mess, and I didn't even notice that my sister-in-law's face went from blood red to flushed to pink before returning to normal, but the sparkle in her eyes never faded.

"Um, okay, what do you want to eat? Brother-in-law will take you to a big meal." Coming to my senses, my worries vanished, and I felt invigorated. To make up for it, now even if my sister-in-law asked me to get her dragon meat, I would do everything in my power to get it for her.

"Ah, I really want boiled corn, and corn soup! Brother-in-law, do you know where I can buy that?" My sister-in-law seemed to have completely forgotten who made her angry and cry. But that's good. When she was silently sobbing in that corner before, I felt like the sky was falling. That feeling was so unbearable; I really don't want to experience it again. "

Hmm, I know a place where they sell boiled corn. I guarantee you can eat your fill." I agreed, fastened my seatbelt, and drove off.

The destination wasn't far. I parked the car outside, opened the door, and my sister-in-law got out with a grin, almost skipping along, muttering, "Time to eat! Time to eat brother-in-law's food! I'm starving! I'm going to make a killing off brother-in-law and eat my fill!"

I stared dumbfounded at my sister-in-law's figure, feeling like I was seeing her for the first time. I thought to myself, "A woman's face is like the weather in June, changing three times a day!"

My sister-in-law surprised me even more during dinner. After quickly devouring an ear of corn, she started brandishing the leftover corn kernels like weapons, stabbing them at me. Naturally, I wasn't going to back down, so I grabbed one too, yelling, "Let's see how powerful my golden cudgel is!" and we battled. Corn kernels flew everywhere, and the corn kernels rolled around like a tumbleweed. The two of us, acting like crazy fake Sun Wukongs, shocked the passersby.

We ran out of the small restaurant laughing and joking, looking at each other covered in rice grains and corn scraps, looking so disheveled, and burst into laughter.

For the next few days, I was busy with business, coming home very late every day. When I got home, I would kiss my sleeping wife and then fall asleep beside her. Because my wife had found out she was pregnant again, I didn't want the previous tragedy to repeat itself, so I was extra careful and attentive to her. My wife enjoyed my care and even hired a professional prenatal doctor to guide us in prenatal education, hoping to give the baby the best possible care.

A few days passed, and then one day, my wife suddenly told me that her younger sister had a boyfriend. I was stunned for a moment, then my face turned bitter. I forced a smile as I answered my wife's description of her sister's boyfriend, and a thread in my heart seemed to snap. I suddenly thought that maybe cutting it off was the best choice; there shouldn't have been any entanglement in the first place.

After that, I threw myself into my career even more frantically, filling my days with social engagements. I forgot about my physical needs, forgot about everyone except my wife, and forgot about her.

But could I really forget?! "

Hey, honey, come back quickly! My sister's in trouble!" My wife's tearful voice came from the other end of the phone. My scalp felt like it was about to explode, and I sat bolt upright, startling the client on the other end. "

Okay, don't worry, honey, I'll be right back." I bit my lip so hard I almost bled to death to say those few simple words. I frantically pushed back the seat, ignoring the concerned questions from the customer beside me, and stumbled downstairs. I fumbled to start the car, the tires leaving a black mark on the concrete. The car screamed and lurched onto the driveway, speeding forward.

All the way, I kept telling myself, "Don't panic, don't panic. We don't know what's going on yet. Maybe it's not that serious." Slowly, my emotions finally calmed down.

At that moment, I finally understood what kind of feelings I had for this girl. Was it familial love? No. Was it sex? Not entirely. What was it then? I had a vague sense of certainty.

At that moment, my heart suddenly felt unexpectedly peaceful.

When I got home, my wife immediately threw herself into my arms, crying as she told me her suspicions. My sister-in-law had a habit of writing a diary on QQ Space, and my wife was a loyal reader. One day, my sister-in-law, who had never had a boyfriend, mentioned a boy in her diary. He seemed very outstanding. She had gone from not understanding him to admiring him, and had been quietly accumulating memories of their time together. But she always felt unworthy of this outstanding boy, so she silently protected him and dared not confess her feelings to him.

One day, she suddenly realized he liked her, and they fell in love. It was after reading this that my wife deduced her sister-in-law was dating. In her subsequent diary entries, her sister-in-law constantly described the sweetness of their romance, but never mentioned the boy again. For several days afterward, her sister-in-law didn't update her diary. My wife was worried, but then she suddenly found a diary entry that seemed like a suicide note.

The diary entry was about her sister-in-law suddenly realizing that their previous ambiguous relationship might have been just that—an ambiguity. He had never liked her, and she felt she wasn't good enough for him. Perhaps she should end it all so she could be free!

My wife choked up as she showed me the online entry, then clung to me like a lifeline, pleading, "Honey, is my sister really thinking of doing something drastic? Please think of something to save her! Sister, don't scare me!"

I quickly comforted my wife, calming her excessive worry. I had a vague suspicion, but I wasn't sure. Perhaps my sister-in-law wouldn't do anything rash.

I knew my sister-in-law had been staying at school to prepare for her final exams, so I went to her school first to find out which dormitory she was in. However, boys weren't allowed in the girls' dorms, so I had to ask a girl to go up and ask her. When she came back, she told me that her roommates hadn't seen her for several days. They asked where they last saw her, and someone told me it was at her part-time job.

So I rushed over. The dance hall was nearly empty, and it took me a long time to find the person in charge—my sister-in-law's supervisor. He told me that since I brought her here for her last performance, she had come to tell him the next day that she wouldn't be coming back. When asked why, she sweetly said that her boyfriend didn't like her job.

Hearing the supervisor's words, I was stunned, recalling every word my sister-in-law had said. "

And who are you to her? What right do you have to tell me what I wear? Who I'm showing off is none of your business! What right do you have to tell me what to do? What right do you have to tell me what to do? Silly girl, so that's what you meant

.

How could I be so stupid?"

At that moment, I panicked. I couldn't find her in two places she should be. Where could I look for her?

Oh, right, didn't she share a house with a classmate before? She must be there, she must be!

I rushed back to school and found my sister-in-law's roommate again, asking who shared a house with her. But the answer was no one. No one shared a house with her because renting off-campus was too expensive. Compared to the cheap accommodation on campus, most students wouldn't rent off-campus.

Then, a girl next to me suddenly seemed to remember something and muttered to herself, "I think I heard her say that she shared a house with her boyfriend."

I was stunned again. With her boyfriend? No, that can't be. She's always been single. How could she suddenly have a boyfriend? This time, I didn't dare to make any hasty judgments.

The most important thing was to find her, calm down, and think things through.

It was already dark. I walked out of the school and squatted by the roadside, trying to recall every word she had said. Suddenly, a sentence she had once said jumped into my mind.

"Hehe, brother-in-law, drop me off here! I live up ahead. I'll get off here to buy some things before heading back. Bye-bye..." "Yes

, right here!" I jumped up excitedly, quickly hopped back into the car, and sped off.

We arrived in this area; my sister-in-law got off here. She said she lived up ahead, in this building, but it had six floors. Which floor was she on? I decided to knock on doors on each floor.

First floor: I knocked tremblingly. An old lady opened the door.

Second floor: The door opened; a little girl, maybe five or six years old.

Third floor: A middle-aged man in his fifties.

Fourth floor: No one answered. Was she not home?

Fifth floor: I knocked hesitantly. A handsome young man opened the door. My face immediately darkened. I pushed him aside and barged in. With a scream, I was punched twice and chased out in a sorry state.

On the sixth floor, I gently knocked on the door, but no one answered. I knocked a few more times, still no one answered. Disappointed, I turned around and was about to go downstairs when I heard a click, and a familiar voice echoed in my ears.

Who is it? Why is it so noisy?

I slowly turned around, stretching my stiff body. Light yellow, disheveled hair, a hazy, slightly flushed face, and slightly upturned lips. A can of beer was clutched in her delicate hand. Even her oversized pajamas couldn't conceal her high, firm erections. A loose t-shirt served as her pajamas, covering her underwear but not her long, slender, fair legs. Cartoon-print plush slippers covered her delicate, translucent feet.

This was the person I dreamed of, the person who made me lose my mind, so adorable.

I took two steps forward and pulled this lovely person into my arms. My sister-in-law seemed stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly screamed, frantically pushing and shoving to break free of me, yelling for help and accusing me of rape. I watched helplessly as she, as if waking from a dream, wildly waved a beer bottle, spilling the remaining beer everywhere. Only then did I react, grabbing her arm tightly and shouting, "Don't be afraid, it's your brother-in-law! Don't be afraid,

your brother-in-law is here!" At this, she slowly slowed her movements, gently raising her head, her bleary eyes wide with disbelief, stammering, "Brother-in-law!" The shock, combined with the alcohol she'd ingested, caused her legs to give way, and she collapsed into my arms. I swept her up in my arms, as if embracing the whole world.

My sister-in-law, like an ostrich burying its face in my arms, was now a pathetic drunken state, a far cry from her earlier screams.

The room was a little messy, with two large suitcases already packed with several pieces of clothing by the door, and neatly folded clothes that hadn't yet been put inside. Seeing this, I instantly understood. My heart was filled with tenderness for my sister-in-law. I hugged her soft body tightly, whispering softly in her ear, "You're so silly, so adorably silly. Why didn't you tell me?" My

sister-in-law's body trembled, then her hands clasped tightly together, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm a bad woman... I... I'm sorry to my sister... I..."

Looking at her tear-streaked face, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I hated myself for being so stupid, so oblivious. Seeing the tears streaming down her face, I impulsively kissed her, gently wiping away each tear with my lips. My sister-in-law seemed startled by my actions and stopped sobbing, but her shoulders were still trembling from the pent-up emotions of her earlier outburst.

Seeing that she was less agitated, I looked around and found a seat, my arm still around her, our bodies pressed together by our posture. I

gently patted her shoulder, and after a while, the trembling stopped. I gazed deeply at the girl nestled contentedly in my arms, took a deep breath to compose myself, and then, half-jokingly, questioned her, "Tell me, girl, why did you write a farewell letter? Do you know how much you scared your sister?" "

What, a farewell letter?" My sister-in-law looked up, her pretty face still streaked with tears, filled with confusion. Seeing me staring at her intently, she quickly turned away, her eyes darting around, and said, "I didn't write a farewell letter."

I narrowed my eyes, thinking to myself, "I can tell you're lying just by looking at your eyes. It seems she won't confess honestly using ordinary methods, so I decided to punish this dishonest child."

I continued to narrow my eyes, condemning her dishonesty with a sharp gaze, then rolled her body down onto my lap, lifting her oversized t-shirt to reveal her cute cotton underwear. I then raised my hand to threaten her bottom, "Hmph, lying. I'll give you one more chance. If you don't tell the truth, I'll have to torture you."

My sister-in-law blushed instantly, her alluring eyes shimmering, almost dripping with moisture. An ambiguous atmosphere began to rise in the room.

My breathing quickened, and my head slowly lowered. Before I knew it, my nose was tracing patterns on her hairline, my rapid, warm breath brushing against her neck. Unconsciously, she gripped my shirt tightly, lifting her pretty face from my chest to meet my gaze.

My lips lightly touched her neck, earlobes, and cheeks like a dragonfly skimming the water, while my hand, which I had raised to punish my sister-in-law, rested on her round, firm buttocks and began to gently knead them. My sister-in-law's breathing grew heavier, and she made soft moaning sounds through her nose, her hands caressing my strong body.

My lips were no longer satisfied with this, and I eagerly sought out her lips, lightly licking them before capturing them in my mouth and sucking on them, occasionally extending my tongue to explore between her lips. My sister-in-law's breathing became more rapid, and she involuntarily opened her small mouth, letting out a soft moan. I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, lightly touching her tongue a few times before we intertwined.

At this moment, my hands were not idle either, leaving my sister-in-law's round buttocks and caressing her long thighs a few times before slowly climbing up her body to her high, firm nipples.

My sister-in-law let out a captivating moan, her hand on my shoulder suddenly tightening around my neck, pressing our bodies even closer together, while her other hand scratched wildly at my chest. The grip on my neck was so strong it hurt a little.

This calmed my increasingly agitated heart somewhat. I looked up, my fingers caressing her waist, gazing tenderly at her beautiful face, now aroused. As if
sensing my gaze, her tense body slowly relaxed, she breathed heavily, and her beautiful, expressive eyes slowly opened, watery and full of irresistible allure. "

Silly girl, is your brother-in-law really that good? Is he really worth all the suffering and sacrifices you've endured for me?" I said tenderly.

My sister-in-law looked at me intently, nodding firmly. "Brother-in-law, I love you. I'm willing to do anything for you."

As she spoke, her hand slowly slid down, following her lower abdomen to the tent already erect between my legs. She gently caressed it through my pants, murmuring dreamily, "Brother-in-law, take me!"

My head felt like it exploded; all my previous concerns vanished, desire completely controlling my body. I scooped up my sister-in-law and carried her to the bedroom.

Placing her on the bed, I bent down, brushed aside her disheveled hair, and kissed her smooth forehead, her eyebrows, and her eyes. I gently sucked on her earlobe, occasionally nibbling at it. My sister-in-law

's breathing quickened; it seemed her ears, like my wife's, were extremely sensitive erogenous zones. My lips lightly touched her collarbone, then, through her clothes, I gently pressed my tongue against her firm breasts, eliciting a few alluring moans from her.

My tongue didn't linger, continuing its downward journey. After a light, fleeting kiss on her lower abdomen, I began to focus on my sister-in-law's inner thighs and the backs of her knees. These were my wife's sensitive areas, and I didn't know if my sister-in-law's were the same, but these were the areas I knew best and could best utilize my skills. So, I skillfully alternated between licking and kissing her earlobes, inner thighs, and the backs of her knees, but only lightly, sucking and kissing as I went, occasionally pressing with the tip of my tongue. After each kiss, I would gently blow on that area.

Sure enough, after a few times, my sister-in-law became entranced, her hands unconsciously reaching for her breasts, rubbing them through her clothes.

Seeing her expression, I knew it was about time, so I got up and took off her t-shirt, revealing a pair of fair and firm breasts. I gently pressed them against her breasts, kneading them lightly along the lower edge, before bending down and taking her nipple into my mouth.

My sister-in-law suddenly opened her mouth wide, let out a soft moan, took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh.

I enjoyed the smoothness and tenderness of her breasts, my lips beginning to suck, bite, and lick them. She hugged my head and began to moan loudly, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, mmm."

I continued my previous actions, alternating between nibbling and biting her ears, breasts, thighs, and knees, but my movements were much rougher than before, especially lingering on her inner thighs the longest, because I could see that the bottom of her cotton panties was already soaked with moisture, and the area was still expanding.

At this moment, my sister-in-law was completely immersed in lust and could not extricate herself, muttering incoherent words, while the fire of desire in my heart burned even more fiercely, but I was still in no hurry to have her. From my sister-in-law's previous reaction, I could tell that she was still a virgin. I wanted to slowly eliminate her fear of her first time. I couldn't let this girl who loved me so deeply suffer even the slightest unnecessary harm.

While kissing her lower abdomen and inner thighs, I slowly pulled down my sister-in-law's panties, completely exposing her private parts to my view. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair formed a heart shape, and her labia were clean, almost hairless. The central mound tightly enveloped the most sacred passage of a young girl, closed shut due to inexperience, revealing only a narrow slit.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my desire, and lowered my head, gently placing my lips on her pubic hair. The short pubic hair was exceptionally soft, carrying a youthful fragrance. I parted her legs, my fingers gently resting on her inner thighs, lightly caressing the outer edge of her labia, while my lips slowly slid down. I didn't immediately stimulate her clitoris or the slit, but instead used the tip of my tongue to lick back and forth along the outer edge and tip of her labia.

Even this was enough to overwhelm her; her hands gripped the sheets tightly, twisting and turning, her legs opening and closing, her body contorting like a limp snake.

Seeing a lot of clear, sticky fluid flowing from my sister-in-law's vulva, I stopped just exploring the outside. Gently using my thumb and forefinger to part her labia, my tongue began to roam inside, occasionally pressing her clitoris with the broad surface of my tongue. The thin strands of love fluid that had seeped from her vulva were licked clean by my skillful tongue.

My sister-in-law was now experiencing even more intense stimulation than before; her body contorted more violently, and she let out plaintive moans, her fingers tearing at the sheets with all her might.

I knew her orgasm was imminent; at this moment, she was in a state of semi-consciousness, her reactions to the outside world were at their slowest. I quickly removed my clothes, and using my erect penis as a substitute for my tongue, I continued to explore between her labia and clitoris. After getting enough lubrication on my glans, I lifted my sister-in-law's legs and slowly arched my back until my glans encountered some fleshy resistance. I didn't rush in, but instead continued to stimulate her sensitive areas with my fingers, while my penis moved in and out, adapting to her secret passage and getting more lubricated.

Under my continued stimulation, my sister-in-law's voice became more and more excited, and her breathing became more and more rapid. The speed of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina also increased. Seeing that her voice was about to reach its peak, I didn't hesitate any longer. I hugged her slender waist and thrust my hips forward. Then, my sister-in-law screamed and hugged my neck, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

About a minute later, my sister-in-law stopped trembling and began panting heavily. I stroked her smooth skin, trying to calm her down.

After a while, she came to her senses, her face beaming with happiness. She softly asked, "Brother-in-law, am I yours now?"

"Yes, baby, you're mine now. Did it hurt?" I asked tenderly, stroking her hair.

She gasped, glanced at our joined bodies, and then shyly covered her face, mumbling, "I don't know. I just felt something filling me up, and it was a little uncomfortable. As for pain, it wasn't that bad. I didn't feel anything at all. I just went completely blank, like I didn't know anything."

"Oh," I said, relieved. Then, with a mischievous grin, I teased her, "So, how do you feel now?"

Her face flushed again. She bit her finger, as if trying to feel it, before seriously saying, "Mmm..." I felt a little bloated, my stomach was uncomfortable and distended, but I didn't feel anything else.

I was amused by my sister-in-law's earnestness, but when I saw her red lips parting and sucking on her slender, white fingers, the desire I had been suppressing ignited like oil meeting a spark, and my already hard penis suddenly became even harder. "

Mmm," my sister-in-law groaned, feeling the huge thing inside her become even harder and hotter. She bit her lip and said to me, "Brother-in-law, take me. I know you've been holding back, it's okay, come and be good to me." As she spoke, she lay down on her own, her waist twisting to meet my penis.

Although I felt sorry for my sister-in-law, I knew that every woman's first time was like this. Unable to resist, my penis began thrusting in and out of my sister-in-law's newly opened passage. Because her vagina had already secreted lubrication, the thrusting wasn't too difficult. However, because she was a virgin, her lower body was very tight, and each thrust felt like someone was squeezing my penis tightly, giving me a completely different and novel feeling compared to making love with my wife.

Although I tried my best to slow down, my sister-in-law still winced in pain when I thrust. To ease my worries, she deliberately made some sexy and seductive moans, which intensified the burning desire within me. I stopped caring and began to gradually increase the speed, my lower body slapping against my sister-in-law's buttocks, making slapping sounds, later mixed with splashing sounds. My sister-in-law's initial seemingly genuine moans gradually turned into soft, tearful cries of pleasure.

This time, because I hadn't released for a long time, my accumulated desire exploded, truly uncontrollable. We made love for three hours, during which my sister-in-law had countless orgasms, while I ejaculated four times. Seeing my sister-in-law limp and unable to continue, we finally stopped.

After this physical encounter with her, I discovered that her physique was very similar to my wife's; her desire arose quickly and she had a strong stamina. Even more remarkable was the special ability of her vagina. Whenever she consciously clenched her genitals, her vagina would emit a unique suction, similar to sucking on something, giving my penis a sensation comparable to deep throating.

When I told her this and described her as a natural slut, she surprisingly wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she seduced me with an even more alluring voice, saying, "I'm your exclusive slut, brother-in-law. Do whatever you want with me, I'd even let your big cock fuck me to death!"

Those words instantly made my recently limp penis erect again,
igniting the flames of the next battle.

After the battle ended and we called a truce, I held my sister-in-law's soft body in my arms, whispering sweet nothings that made her blush and her eyes shimmer with happiness.

We talked about the embarrassing incident when my wife miscarried, and I asked her why she got so angry when I accidentally touched her, even going so far as to move out, since she already had feelings for me.

She was silent for a long time before finally murmuring, "I was afraid of hurting my sister! Because you, brother-in-law, are her pillar of support. If I caused a breakup between them, she wouldn't be able to handle it, and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. So I deliberately avoided you, even lying that I was moving out to share an apartment with a classmate."

I wanted to ask her why she wasn't afraid of hurting her sister now, but I felt it would be too contrived. After all, I had already wronged her. I promised to take responsibility for the future, ensuring that I wouldn't hurt my wife while also making my sister-in-law happy.

My sister-in-law looked up, gently stroking my face, and leaned against my chest, murmuring, "Actually, the time after my sister was discharged from the hospital was the happiest time of my life. During this time, I spent every day with my brother-in-law, enjoying your care and concern, enjoying your tenderness. I was lost in it all. I even thought how wonderful it would be if my sister could stay like this forever." "I actually thought that," she said. "Don't you think I'm a bad woman?"

I didn't answer, only sighed softly.

My sister-in-law continued, "Actually, at first, when my brother-in-law and sister were dating, I looked down on him. He was uneducated, and his family was poor. What happiness could my sister have with such a burly man? But after a few meetings, you completely changed my mind. When I stayed at your house, I witnessed firsthand how good you were to my sister, and I saw her attachment to you and the happiness in her eyes.

I don't know when it started, but I began to envy my sister, thinking that if my future partner could be half as good to her as my brother-in-law was to her, I would be content." Later, my sister miscarried. During that time, I stayed by my brother-in-law's side every day, personally experiencing the immense pain he endured. He silently bore it all, forcing a smile to cheer her up and help her recover quickly. During that time, his image was deeply etched in my heart; I even wished I were my sister.

Listening to my sister-in-law's fragmented account, I felt heavy-hearted and didn't know how to comfort her, so I could only let her continue. "

From the three months I've been at my sister's house, I've known my brother-in-law has a very strong sex drive. You can tell from the fact that you make love to my sister every night. Don't treat me like a clueless little girl. Every night, my sister's moans can be heard in the hallway, and the next day you're all trying to hide it, thinking I know nothing. The internet is so advanced now; you can find all sorts of information. Besides, I've had a vague understanding of sex since I was 13. Later, I secretly researched online and watched a lot of porn with my roommates. When it comes to understanding men, even my sister might not know as much as I do." My brother-in-law never went out to see other women while taking care of my sister. I know you've been suppressing yourself. Seeing him force a smile every day breaks my heart. Sometimes I really want to run over and tell him, "Don't suppress yourself anymore. Just treat me like your sister, even if it's just physical. I don't care."

Hearing this, I hugged my sister-in-law emotionally. She gave me a bitter smile and continued telling her story.

But I hesitated. If I did that, my sister and brother-in-law's relationship wouldn't be so pure. I would become the third party between them, and my sister would never forgive me.

Every day, seeing my brother-in-law's joy at my sister's recovery always made me feel a pang of sadness. Since my sister woke up, my brother-in-law has shown me much less concern. I knew I had to leave, otherwise, I didn't know if I might impulsively do something to hurt my sister. The incident in the bathroom later gave me a reason to leave, so I moved out of my sister's house.

I rented a room in a shared apartment. I fantasized that I was still living with my brother-in-law, so I put his photos in every prominent place in the room so that I could see him every time I came back. At night, I would look at his photos and fantasize about sharing a bed with him and being intimately entwined.

Then I remembered seeing so many photos of myself in her room before. So that's why. And a photo had also fallen out of the pillowcase of my sister-in-law's pillow before—it was also of me. It was a solo photo of me, the edges of which were worn, obviously from being handled frequently. At that moment, I was moved to tears. What a devoted woman she was to do this! What did I do to deserve such true affection?

I read online that men like women to wear sexy lingerie and uniform-style clothing, so I secretly bought a lot of pieces and changed into them every night to show my brother-in-law. As she spoke, my sister-in-law got up and took out several pieces of clothing from the bedside table. I looked at them—lace panties, thongs, and some very sexy business attire.

My sister-in-law casually picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. It turned out to be a very short maid's skirt. She walked back and forth in front of me like she was on a fashion show, her beautiful figure radiating charm, her breasts swaying. The skirt, which barely covered half of her buttocks, revealed glimpses of her mysterious forest and the paradise beyond as she walked. The allure was undeniable, and my penis immediately became erect, eliciting a snicker from my sister-in-law, who was constantly observing my expression.

And that wasn't all. Ignoring my protests, she tried on every single lingerie outfit, striking seductive poses each time, making my penis harder and harder. Just as I was about to reach my limit and rebel, my sister-in-law threw herself into my arms again, looking at me pitifully and saying, "Brother-in-law, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to help you?"

I was speechless, but I knew my sister-in-law had just lost her virginity, and the previous time had already been so long; forcing her to have sex again would definitely harm her body. So I took a deep breath and tried to suppress my desire.

I hugged my sister-in-law tightly, forced a smile, and said, "No need, it'll be fine in a bit."

My sister-in-law kissed me, snuggled closer to me happily, and said, "Brother-in-law, you're so good to me, I'm so happy."

I tried not to think about the feeling of my sister-in-law's slender body rubbing against me, and quickly changed my attention, saying to her, "Tell me about how you've been since you moved out of the house. Your sister and I are very worried about you."

My sister-in-law thought for a moment and continued. "

After moving out, I thought I wouldn't see my brother-in-law anymore, so I would only visit my sister when he was at work. I thought that by not seeing him, I could gradually diminish his importance in my heart, but the truth is, the longing only grows stronger." Finally, one day, I couldn't help myself and went to my sister's house after my brother-in-law got off work, deceiving myself into believing I was there to see my sister.

Seeing my brother-in-law suddenly calmed me down. Although I kept talking to my sister, my heart was constantly following his every move.

Later, I still couldn't control myself and would often run to my sister's house. Every time I saw my brother-in-law, my heart would lighten; if I didn't see him, I would feel anxious and insecure until I saw him again, at which point my mood would improve.

Later, while chatting with my sister, she suddenly said with great worry that she had suffered from aftereffects since her miscarriage. She felt that although her body was slowly improving with treatment, she was becoming increasingly impotent in bed. She felt very guilty towards her brother-in-law and wanted to persuade him to go to a prostitute, but she was afraid he would get angry.

My sister-in-law paused here, and after a while, she continued. For some reason, I suddenly felt like the sky above my head had suddenly brightened. But I quickly felt ashamed, realizing how heartless I was. How could I feel relieved instead of sad for my sister?

Afterwards, I tried to suppress my feelings, not wanting to take advantage of the opportunity my sister provided, lest I hurt her. But I couldn't suppress my desire for my brother-in-law.

That time, when I came back from the performance, I deliberately didn't change out of my sexy costume. I knew my sister had been sleeping alone for the baby's safety, so my brother-in-law hadn't had sex for several days. A man's pent-up desire is very strong, so I deliberately dressed very sexily, hoping he would see me. If he couldn't resist, wouldn't I get him? Although I wouldn't compete with my sister for my brother-in-law, it shouldn't be too outrageous to take her place where she couldn't.

Hearing my sister-in-law's story, I finally understood the whole story. I felt conflicted, unsure whether to laugh at this silly girl's supposedly clever scheme or feel sorry for her.

She continued, "I excitedly prepared to seduce my brother-in-law with this little plan." But I never expected to be ridiculed by my brother-in-law so soon after. I felt like the sky was falling. It turned out he never liked me and even hated me. What was the point of everything I'd done? Could I ever get him? I was heartbroken. Plus, I'd just finished several performances, so I was exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, my legs were itchy. I reached for them to scratch, but I was shocked to find my brother-in-law's warm hand caressing my stockings. I was both surprised and delighted. Delighted that he didn't hate me, at least he was interested in my body; surprised that my first time was going to happen in a car. His touch excited me greatly. I felt the fluid accumulating in my genitals, about to burst forth. I couldn't help but move slightly.

My brother-in-law was startled. Seeing my nervous, flustered state, I felt a pang of regret but also a sense of relief.

After that, I became absorbed in the satisfaction I had created, and I couldn't help but write down some ambiguous moments with my brother-in-law on social media. When I realized my sister also had my social media password and could see my diary entries, I quickly deleted the suspicious content, hoping she hadn't seen it yet.

Just as I finished deleting the entries, the phone rang. It was my sister. She spoke in that same doting tone, asking me to come over; she had something to discuss.

So I went. My sister-in-law seemed very tired at this point, letting out a soft sigh. From her reaction, I knew what she was about to say was definitely related to me. What would my wife say to her sister-in-law? I wondered to myself.

My sister-in-law gave me a complicated look and continued, "When I got to my sister's house, she pulled me into the inner room, closed the door, and then knelt down in front of me." I was terrified. At that moment, I understood that my sister must have seen my social media entries and probably guessed that my relationship with my brother-in-law was unusual. She was probably asking us to cut ties completely. So I immediately knelt down in front of my sister, crying and promising her I would never see my brother-in-law again, begging for her forgiveness.

To my surprise, my sister immediately interrupted me, saying that she was kneeling there to ask me to help her take care of her husband. I knew my sister's health was deteriorating, but she had always been healthy before, so I assumed this time would be the same. However, she told me that she had consulted a doctor, who said that her ovaries had developed a disease, and her ability to secrete estrogen was rapidly decreasing. This pregnancy would also have a significant impact on her condition. Even with medication, her ovaries would cease secreting estrogen by the time the baby was born. The direct impact would be the gradual loss of her sexual function and a gradual masculinization of her physical characteristics. Only by taking estrogen daily could she maintain a normal female body, but even that would only be superficially.

My sister also said that after hearing the doctor's report, she felt more at peace. She was well aware of her physical condition during this period, and her only regret was towards her husband. He was young and healthy, and she couldn't allow herself to selfishly watch the man she loved suffer a life of widowhood without doing anything.

She had initially thought there was some conflict between my brother-in-law and me, and never imagined that we would develop feelings for each other. Secretly, I began wholeheartedly searching for a reliable and worthy partner for my brother-in-law, hoping to persuade him to accept her. Then, the two of them could happily divorce, and my sister could peacefully spend the rest of her life with her child, without any regrets. But unexpectedly, she stumbled upon my blog and discovered how much I loved my brother-in-law, which led her to ask me to stand in for her.

"What?!" I was utterly shocked. I never expected to hear such a horrifying truth from my sister-in-law. I'd been so busy with work lately, and seeing my wife leaving early and coming home late every day, I'd just assumed she was exercising and hadn't paid much attention. I never imagined she'd been working so hard for me all this time.

"And then?" I choked back tears. "Wife, how could you be so foolish? Why didn't you tell me about something so terrible?" The thought of my frail wife suffering the relentless physical and mental torment of illness, yet still laughing and joking with me every day, torn my heart apart.

At first, I refused, still filled with guilt towards my sister, and simply wouldn't agree. Then my sister knelt before me, her voice filled with sorrow, pleading, "Don't you love your brother-in-law? Why won't you agree? Can you bear to watch him suffer day and night with this neither-male-nor-female body, unable to even satisfy his normal physiological needs, forced to force a smile for the rest of his life? Don't you feel any pity?" Even if you don't agree, I'll still help your brother-in-law find other women to take care of him. Don't you feel bad seeing your beloved in another woman's arms? Do you really want to see our family fall apart? If you accept your brother-in-law, we'll still be a family, just with a different woman in charge. We can still live happily together, just like before. For the sake of this family, for the sake of my sister, please, just this once, please help her. I'm begging you, sister.

At this point, my sister-in-law's voice grew increasingly choked, tears falling like broken beads onto my bare chest. Each drop felt like a heavy blow to my heart, causing excruciating pain.

Brother-in-law, tell me, am I despicable? Not only did I steal my sister's husband, but I also shamelessly endured her kneeling on the ground begging me to accept him. If there really is a hell in this world, will I be torn to pieces and fried in oil?

I quickly covered my sister-in-law's mouth, saying tenderly, "No, you can't say that about yourself. You did nothing wrong, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you and your sister wouldn't be in so much pain. All the blame should be borne by your brother-in-law."

I kissed the tear tracks on her face, gently stroking her hair, and softly said, "So, this time, writing that suicide note was also something you and your sister conspired on, right? Hehe, you tricked me so badly. Do you know how anxious and worried I was?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across my sister-in-law's face as she said shyly, "My sister said you can't be too gentle with your brother-in-law; you have to force him to submit. She got my QQ number and made me stay in this rented room every day waiting. She also said that as long as your brother-in-law has me in his heart, she'll find a way to make him obediently come and accept me."

I smiled bitterly. It seemed my wife had figured out my personality completely. I thought to myself, "I'll never escape my wife's control." But I didn't dislike this feeling; on the contrary, I enjoyed it.

"Ah!" My sister-in-law suddenly cried out again. It turned out that her occasional writhing movements had easily ignited my desire again, and my penis, uncontrollably erect, pressed against her lower abdomen.

My sister-in-law glanced at me with alluring eyes and chuckled, "Brother-in-law, it's very naughty." As she spoke, her pale fingers traced circles on my chest.

Watching her provocative actions, I swallowed hard, struggling to look away from her body, forcing a smile. "Hehe, I was so hungry recently, I couldn't resist anything good."

My sister-in-law smiled mysteriously, "Let me feed it." I was about to stop her, afraid her body couldn't handle it, when I saw her slowly lower herself, her soft hand grasping my penis, gently stroking it up and down a couple of times. With a grin, she said, "Don't underestimate me. I can do everything my sister can do. I've seen all of this in porn. Brother-in-law, just enjoy it."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and lightly licked the tip of the penis with her tongue. The soft, moist heat touched the sensitive glans, and I involuntarily shuddered. My sister-in-law watched my reaction with satisfaction, then took the huge glans into her mouth, sucking on the hot, hard shaft like an ice pop. I was momentarily captivated by her naive oral skills.

Feeling the hardness and heat of my penis, and the power it exuded, my sister-in-law began to explore and tease it with her soft tongue. When her tongue touched the throbbing pulse of my large penis, she fell in love with the feeling and sucked and stroked it even more vigorously. Nearly twenty minutes passed like this before my sister-in-law, panting, stopped sucking and stroking, pressed my penis against her cheek, and said, "My hands and mouth are so sore, brother-in-law, why haven't you ejaculated yet? Even the male leads in porn don't last this long!"

I chuckled and said, "Of course, otherwise how can I satisfy my darling? Why can't I finish now? I'm still waiting for you to satisfy my little brother."

My sister-in-law pouted and squeezed my penis hard, causing me to gasp and beg for mercy. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and said excitedly, "Hmph, don't be so smug, I've thought of a way to tame it. You'd better watch out."

My sister-in-law cupped her delicate, firm breasts in her hands, creating a deep cleavage, and slowly inserted my hard, swollen penis into her soft breasts. Then she lowered her head and her tongue followed.

"Hiss!" I groaned. My penis felt a novel sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced before—slippery, soft, and tight. The sudden stimulation of my glans made me feel like my penis was about to explode, swelling and rising. Then, a silent, pleasurable sensation quickly spread throughout my body from my sister-in-law's tightly embraced breasts and the way her breasts moved up and down on my penis. It was like an electric shock, sending a shiver down my spine.

My sister-in-law ignored my feelings and wet my penis with her saliva again. She first rubbed it evenly with her gloved hand, then smeared some saliva on her breasts. She then squeezed her breasts tightly around my penis and began to quickly squeeze them up and down, making a slapping, lewd sound as my penis slid between her large breasts. This was my first time experiencing breast sex, and I never expected it to be so addictive. "

How about it, brother-in-law? Does this work? It feels good being massaged by my breasts, doesn't it?" my sister-in-law said smugly.

"Hiss. Ah. Great. So comfortable. You're amazing, baby," I replied eagerly. "

Hehe, I'm so happy. Then I'll squeeze your penis even tighter with my breasts."

Hearing my quick and firm reply, my sister-in-law squeezed my penis even tighter with her soft breasts, her up-and-down movements becoming faster and faster, making me only able to moan with pleasure. "Brother-in-law, you've never done this before, have you? Breast sex feels so good, right? Your big cock is so hard! It must feel so good to have it squeezed and rubbed between my breasts." My sister-in-law, seeing my blissful expression, continued to fuel the fire.

"Mmm... So good, baby!"

My sister-in-law's seductive and wanton expression, coupled with these lewd words that would make me blush even before, coming from her mouth, both felt novel and incredibly stimulating.

The sounds of my breasts squeezing my penis, and the smacking sounds of saliva lubricating it, were like a demonic chant drilling into my head. At that moment, my mind was completely blank except for the pleasure.

"Hiss... So good, baby!"

"Hehe, is that so?" My sister-in-law started to get tired, panting, "It's going to get even more exciting."

She slowly stopped kneading my penis with her breasts, letting my big cock pull away from her chest. The angle at which it was pulled away caused it to bounce out.

Wow, it seems to have gotten even bigger! Brother-in-law, you're amazing!

Then, following my sister-in-law's instructions, I turned over, bent my arms and pressed them against the bed, and slightly squatted with my legs apart. Then, from behind, my sister-in-law pulled my scrotum and penis between her breasts, clamping them together. A pleasure I had never felt before welled up between her soft breasts.

My sister-in-law extended her pink, alluring tongue and actually touched my anus, quickly and lightly sweeping it, while her hands also cupped her breasts, squeezing and teasing my penis and testicles.

Hiss, I shivered again, feeling my legs suddenly go weak, my head spinning, as if everything around me had ceased to exist, and I was floating in mid-air.

My sister-in-law couldn't see the changes in my expression, but she could sense from the throbbing of my penis that I was about to reach my climax. So, she squeezed my penis and scrotum even tighter with her breasts, changing the way she squeezed, sometimes up and down, sometimes left and right, even forward and backward and rotating, and the speed gradually increased.

Uh... Ah. I yelled, my legs suddenly tensed, and my sister-in-law was caught off guard and pulled forward. My huge penis sprang out from between her breasts, then erupted like a volcano, spraying thick, milky-white liquid everywhere, especially onto her hair, which was covered in semen, sticky and gooey.

It took a while for my penis to stop throbbing; it was just too stimulating. I ejaculated more than ten times, and the amount of semen was exceptionally large, staining her sheets. "

Ouch, brother-in-law, you're teasing me!" My sister-in-law, startled by the accident and almost getting sprayed in the face, was now touching the wet patches in her hair, complaining coquettishly.

I, panting heavily, gave her a thumbs up, saying with lingering fear, "That was amazing! Where did you learn that?" "

Hehe, I'm a genius. I learned it all from watching porn. Pretty impressive, huh?" My sister-in-law was as smug as a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

Later that night, she got up and ambushed me again, managing to ejaculate. Before she could pull her penis out, I ejaculated, and the semen shot directly into her throat, causing her to cough for a long time by the bed. After this fright, she lay quietly in my arms for the rest of the night, trying to recover.

The night passed just like that.

The next day, my sister-in-law and I dressed up and went home to meet my wife.

A few months later, my wife and I went through divorce proceedings, and soon after, I got a marriage certificate with my sister-in-law, but the three of us still lived together. Not long after, our child was born, and we decided that the child would call my sister-in-law "stepmother," not "auntie."

A year later, the effects of the hormones my wife was taking wore off, and unable to bear her androgynous state, she committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. We weren't sad, because it was all my wife's own choice, but I remained silent for more than half a year.

From then on, we made our child call my sister-in-law "mother," and pointed to my wife's picture, making the child call her "auntie." Following my wife's will, we burned all her belongings, leaving only a photo of the three of us as a memento.

She is gone!

Our lives must go on!

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