My gentle and tender sister-in-law

I have a half-sister who is my wife's biological sister. Because of my mother-in-law's influence, we live in different cities. My wife and my sister-in-law are quite different; my wife is more than ten centimeters taller than her half-sister. Due to marital problems, my wife's sister-in-law got divorced. Her company is doing well, but after the divorce, the father of her child often harassed her under the pretext of seeing the child. My mother-in-law had to ask her supervisor to transfer my wife's sister-in-law to the sales department and send her to the sales service point in my city. This was to help take care of her and also to use my connections to help her achieve her sales targets.

I met my wife's sister-in-law when I got married. I was deeply impressed by her; she was the kind of girl from a modest family. Several years have passed, and she hasn't changed much. She's still so beautiful and charming. The only change is that she's become a bit more mature. At about 1.5 meters tall, she looks like a young girl. She looked at me shyly with her bright eyes and sweetly called out, "Brother-in-law,"

then blushed and went to talk to my wife, her half-sister.

I'm usually the one cooking at home. My wife doesn't even like the dishes she cooks, but when her younger sister comes, I have to make sure she eats something better. I cooked a few dishes. My child attends school with my parents; education in Shanghai is much better than in the Northwest.

Since then, my sister-in-law has come to visit every weekend. The food at the sales point is quite poor, and my wife works shifts at a company, so sometimes she has to work on weekends, leaving just my sister-in-law and me at home.

I used to go out with friends on weekends, but since my sister-in-law came, I go out less. Maybe it's because I subconsciously have a desire to possess her, so I rarely go out when friends invite me. Sometimes, seeing my sister-in-law after a shower, her rosy cheeks and delicate skin make me have inappropriate thoughts, but with my wife around, I have to restrain myself. During sex at night, I treat my wife like my sister-in-law.

To help my sister-in-law establish herself in the area, I introduced her to my friends and friends of friends. Within a week, I helped her complete a six-month task. We spent our days together, eating together, and the distance between us quickly closed. She was very happy to have completed her six-month task and wasn't as shy as when she first arrived. Sometimes she would even playfully hit me, and I would naturally take the opportunity to hold her soft hand. Each time, she would blush, indicating she had feelings for me, and I would use this opportunity to test her.

Once, after finalizing a lucrative deal, she was exceptionally excited. After dinner, I suggested a walk along the Yellow River, which she readily agreed to. As we walked along the river, I deliberately asked, "Xiangxiang (her nickname), are you happy today?"

"Yes, of course I'm happy! But thank you so much. It's all thanks to your help; otherwise, even if I found them, they wouldn't have given me the order," she said, looking at me with bright, slightly envious eyes.

"Then how will you thank me?" I looked at her with eyes full of affection and tenderness. She met my gaze, and sensing the meaning in my eyes, she suddenly became flustered, her fair cheeks flushing red. She lowered her head and said, "I don't know. How do you want me to thank you?" I smiled without speaking, pointing to my face. She understood what I meant and suddenly became playful, saying, "You wish! You're my brother-in-law, you should help me. Besides, my sister will beat me if she finds out." I pretended to be disappointed but unwilling to give up, saying, "Then I can kiss you."

"No!" She saw that I was about to make a move and cried out nervously, running away. I chased after her. I was a middle-distance runner in middle school, a national second-level athlete. She was no match for me. I caught up with her in less than three meters. Watching her swaying hips as she ran, my heart fluttered. My hand, which was reaching for her back, suddenly landed on her soft buttocks. She cried out in surprise but wasn't angry. Without thinking, she said, "You pervert."

I couldn't let her go now, so I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. My hand instinctively pressed against her chest, feeling its soft yet firm texture. She suddenly became flustered, her body going limp as she leaned against me. I kissed her flushed cheek, knowing when to stop. Having achieved my goal, I released her. She took a step back, looking at me with a hint of resentment, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. She said, "You're bad, you bullied me too."

Her sudden outburst startled me. I realized I had gone too far, and a pang of sadness gripped my heart. I couldn't help but go over and pull her into my arms, saying... "I'm sorry, I was just joking with you. How could I bully you? I like you so much, otherwise I wouldn't be spending all my time with you, helping you find clients everywhere."

After hearing this, she looked up at me and said, "My sister will kill me if she finds out. Brother-in-law, I know you're good to me, but I can't betray my sister." I wiped away her tears and said, "No, she won't know if I don't tell her. Even if she does, it's okay. I love your sister, and I like you too. What's wrong with that? Don't cry. If you don't like me, I won't touch you anymore." After saying that, I let go of her, and a hint of disappointment immediately appeared on her face.

I understand the principle of playing hard to get, which is a tactic I often use to woo women. I turned and walked away, looking extremely disappointed. I hadn't taken two steps when I heard her footsteps chasing after me. Then, my sleeve tightened, and she grabbed me, saying, "Are you angry? I didn't mean that." I turned around and said to her, "I'm not angry, just a little disappointed."

She told me her grievances with bright eyes, saying, "I understand your heart, but I can't. How can I face my sister? If I wanted to ruin your marriage, it wouldn't have come to this." As she spoke, two streams of tears welled up again. Only then did I realize that she was no longer calling me "brother-in-law" but "you." At the same time, sensing that she hadn't finished speaking, I pressed her, "What did you say? Ruined my marriage with your sister?"

She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and said, "Let me tell you, ever since the first time you and my sister came home, and that time you saved the child in the park, I've liked you. But I didn't say anything, and I knew I couldn't do such a thing. I thought I'd forget you once you left, but the more I tried to forget, the more I couldn't. I got married..." "I wanted to forget you after getting married, but..."

I was speechless after hearing her words. I didn't know what to do for a moment. I started to be afraid of hurting her. We walked in silence. I broke the silence and said, "Xiangxiang, I really don't know. It's all my fault. But I really like you from the bottom of my heart. I will respect you from now on."

She smiled and said, "I know. I'm so happy that you've been with me these past few days. What happens in the future is a matter for the future. In short, I understand that your feelings for me have been reciprocated. I'm content. Let's go!" As she spoke, she hugged my arm. I felt awkward. I knew in my heart that it wasn't difficult to get her, but once I lost my mind, it was hard to control myself. I couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

It was Friday. My wife was working the night shift, from 8 pm to 2 am. For safety, she usually slept in the dormitory provided by her company and came back in the morning.

After dinner, my wife packed up and left. My sister-in-law and I sat and watched TV. The boring TV show made us chat while watching. We started by asking how her work was, and the topic naturally turned to her marriage.

“Xiangxiang, you shouldn’t have done that. Even if you’re going to look for someone, you should find someone better. You’re so pretty, you’re not afraid of not finding anyone.” I brought up what she had said by the river last time, and she immediately understood what I meant. She said, “It’s all in the past. Isn’t everything fine now? It was my own choice, and I don’t blame you.” “But I’ve been blaming myself lately, feeling like I’ve let you down,” I said from the bottom of my heart.

“Come on, be a man, okay? I haven’t done anything, but you’re acting like a woman,” she said, her voice filled with sweetness. Perhaps feeling a little awkward or uncomfortable, she said, “I’m going online,” and went to my workspace. (It’s actually a simple study where I often go online; it will be my son’s study space in the future.)

I watched her petite figure and thought it was really good that she had such a broad mind. Many men might not be able to be so open-minded. But then again, it was also because she and that guy didn’t have a strong emotional foundation, and he was a heavy drinker who didn’t appreciate her and messed around outside. Now that she’s with the person she loves, her temperament, mood, and rationality are all much better.

I was lost in thought when she called me from the inner room, "Brother-in-law, come and see what's wrong?" I got up and went into the room. I saw that she had been browsing some website, and a bunch of pop-up ads were appearing. She couldn't even close them all. I quickly turned on my antivirus software, closed all the web pages, and immediately ran an antivirus scan. Sure enough, two ads were detected. She seemed a little embarrassed. I didn't scold

her; I just casually asked, "What website were you browsing? It must be porn." "No, it was a chat site, and there was a shopping ad. I wanted to see what they were selling, and then I clicked on it and this happened," she said anxiously. By then, I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. Because of our position, I could only stand behind her, leaning forward, so I was very close to her. She exuded a faint, feminine fragrance and the scent of shampoo, and the smell made my nerves start to race with excitement and arousal.

Seeing that she didn't get a response, she turned to look at me, her face bumping into my nose. It felt like I'd been punched in the face; a throbbing, slightly dizzy sensation made me groan, my head snapping back as if in a cramp. I covered my nose with both hands, feeling a burning, itchy sensation in my nasal cavity, and something was flowing out.

She was also quite shaken; she let out a soft cry and covered the area above her ear, but still looked at me with concern. She jumped up suddenly, saying, "Quick, oh dear, it's bleeding!" She pulled me towards the bathroom, and I followed her. She quickly helped me wash, saying as she did so, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I told her it was okay.

After I finished washing up, she had me lie on the sofa. Then she folded a damp, cool towel and placed it on my forehead to stop the bleeding. Because she wasn't tall and was bending over, her face was right in front of mine. Her warm breath was on my face. Because she was looking down, her loose-fitting clothes were hanging down, leaving a lot of space in front of her chest. This gave me a clear view of her breasts, which her coffee-colored bra couldn't fully cover.

Her breasts weren't very large; they were only considered relatively full for a Chinese woman. At that moment, the white, pink mounds of flesh exposed above her bra aroused a strong desire in me. A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen to my brain. A desire to embrace her was fighting with another part of my conscience. My conscience made me close my eyes, while the other part of me kept picturing her alluring, naked figure in my mind.

Her getting up gave me temporary relief, but as she placed the towel, which she had just rinsed with cold water, on my forehead again, she sat down on the sofa next to me. Her firm, elastic buttocks transmitted her body heat to me through the thin fabric.

I couldn't take it anymore and said, "Xiangxiang, go take a shower, I'm fine." She still seemed guilty, asking if I was still in pain. I told her I was fine, and only then did she go to shower.

I lay on the sofa, my mind constantly imagining her petite, naked body in the bathroom. Men are sometimes contradictory, especially when they still have reason and morality. I didn't know what to do at that moment. Deep down, I quite liked this sister-in-law, but I also felt a little guilty towards the two sisters. The scent emanating from her was very attractive to me. Just as

I was lost in thought, she came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of clean, washed brown underwear. She said to me, "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better? Why don't you take a shower first? I can clean the bathroom after you're done." Then she went to the balcony to hang things to dry.

I came out of the shower and saw her wearing my wife's cotton pajamas, sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw me, she got up and went to the bathroom.

I sat down and saw she had already made me fresh tea. I was wearing a t-shirt and square-leg shorts, comfortably leaning back on the sofa. A little while later, she took my washed underwear to the balcony. I then remembered that I habitually put my underwear in the basin.

She quickly returned to the sofa and sat on the small sofa next to me. I could only say, "Thank you."

"What?" she looked at me, puzzled.

"You washed my socks and shorts," I subconsciously probed again. She seemed indifferent, saying, "It was nothing, otherwise my sister would have to wash them when she gets back."

My eyes couldn't help but linger on her. A woman who has just showered is really attractive. Since we were at home, I could see the outlines of her two nipples. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, which gave me quite a shock. I started to wonder if she was wearing underwear under her pajamas.

She probably sensed my gaze slowly undressing her. She turned to look at me, and when she confirmed my gaze was wandering over her body with ill intent, she instinctively shrank back slightly, then calmly masked her racing heart, saying, "Why are you looking at me instead of watching TV?"

I smiled and said, "You're pretty, aren't you? You look especially attractive after your shower." "You're so annoying. Looks like your nose doesn't hurt anymore," she tried to change the subject.

I gently pressed my nose, looking at her and saying, "You bumped into me pretty hard, but it's okay now." I looked at her with eyes full of love and desire, and she read my thoughts the moment our eyes met—a look any woman could see. She blushed instantly.

I couldn't help but say to her, "Xiangxiang, would you like to sit next to me?" She looked at me with expectant yet shy eyes and said, "No," while appearing very hesitant, unsure whether to sit down or leave immediately.

I held my breath, trying to rush all the blood to my head, hoping to make my nose bleed again. Her panicked state gave me time. Just as she stood up and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm going to sleep now," preparing to leave, she glanced back at me with a hint of reluctance.

I successfully made blood flow from my nostrils in that instant. The warm sensation made me feel certain I would have her tonight. Sure enough, when she saw the blood on my upper lip, she became extremely tense and decisive. She quickened her pace, saying, "You're bleeding from your nose again."

As she bent down to place a cold, damp towel on my forehead, I no longer wanted to miss any opportunity and embraced her. The sudden action caught her off guard, and she fell onto me, crying out, "No, don't do this!" I no longer wanted to use reason to control my desire; I kissed her warm, wet lips directly.

She struggled desperately, trying to escape my kisses. I held her petite body, rolled over, and pressed her onto the sofa. This was easy for me, given her light weight and my frequent sexual activity.

I held her tightly with one arm, forcefully sucking the air out of her chest. She pounded on my shoulders and back, her blows gradually weakening. I took her tongue, which she helplessly extended, into my mouth and sucked on it repeatedly. She began to quiet down; her hands stopped pounding and instead hugged me, letting out a helpless groan, because I had already grasped her incredibly soft breasts under her pajamas.

I gently yet firmly squeezed her breasts; they felt so soft and smooth. After kneading them a few times, I touched her nipples, which were already hardening like longan pits, with my fingers. At this, she reacted with extreme sensitivity, letting out a loud moan from her throat. At the same time, she reached out and grabbed my hand outside her clothes, pulling away from my kiss and saying, "No, don't do this, brother-in-law, please, I can't betray my sister."

I didn't let her finish speaking. My lips chased after her evasive mouth, and my hands kneaded her breasts and nipples even harder, while pulling up her loose clothes. When I saw her pink, firm nipples and white, round breasts, I didn't hesitate to bite them into my mouth, my tongue quickly licking her sensitive nipples.

She cried out, aroused, "No, no, please, ah, I can't take it anymore, no!" She

pressed my head down tightly with both hands, forcing my face against her soft, smooth breasts. I gently bit her nipples with my teeth while my tongue flicked her nipples rapidly. My right hand reached down and grasped her firm buttocks, then stroked her thighs incessantly.

She began to breathe rapidly, her mouth uttering only instinctive cries of "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, no, no!"

My hand slipped inside her loose waistband, and as my fingers broke through her panties and rested on her hot, already moist vulva, she let out a cry of helplessness, despair, anticipation, and pleasure. As I slowly inserted my fingers into her body, her whole body tensed, and she grabbed my head with both hands, pulling it upwards. Her lips searched for mine as she murmured dreamily, "Give it to me, give it to me, I love you, I gave you my heart a long time ago."

While accepting her passionate kisses, I caressed and explored her increasingly wet and hot vagina. She twisted her hips, her hands reaching inside my t-shirt to stroke my back. I gently lifted my chest so that my other hand could enjoy her incredibly soft breasts.

I pulled away from her passionate kisses and pulled up her shirt. She intelligently raised her upper body, cooperating with me to remove her shirt. Immediately, her snow-white, delicate upper body was exposed naked before me. As I continued to remove her lower body, I showered her fair skin with a rapid rain of kisses.

When she was completely naked, she could no longer suppress her shame. She covered her face with her hands, letting me spread her legs and obediently accept my ravaging of her genitals, which were already wet with desire.

I caressed her smooth, white flesh with both hands, gently parting her labia to reveal her sparse but unusually prominent mons pubis, her rosy, not very thick labia, and her vagina, which parted on its own due to intense lust. I could no longer resist her alluring vagina and lowered my head to kiss her.

Stimulated by the sudden sensation, she involuntarily cried out, "Ah, you, no, it's not clean, no, ah, I can't take it, brother-in-law, I can't take it anymore, give it to me, give it to me," I said. I quickly licked her labia, searching for her clitoris with my tongue, while my left hand reached up to grasp her nipple and twist it between them. My right middle finger deeply penetrated her vagina, searching for the source of pleasure that could make her feel like her bones were being pulled apart.

She could no longer bear the sensation I was giving her, a sensation she had never experienced before, one she had never even dared to imagine. The heat from my hot tongue and breath brought indescribable pleasure to her sensitive genitals.

She was, after all, a married woman, and knew what she needed at that moment. Therefore, all shame and restraint vanished. One hand instinctively reached for my crotch, skillfully grasping my rock-hard penis, her fingers gently stroking it.

I felt my position on the sofa was becoming strained, so I quickly lifted her up. She was lost in anticipation of my penis when the sudden weightlessness made her cry out. Instinctively, her other hand wrapped around my neck, and she opened her eyes to see what was happening. When she saw my lust-filled eyes fixed on her, she buried her head in my chest.

As I placed her on the bed, I gently rubbed my penis against her vulva. She writhed her hips to accommodate my entry. I didn't penetrate her, but instead leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to truly feel my penetration. Only then can I repay the love you've kept hidden in your heart for so many years."

She shook her head in shame and said, "No, I can feel it even without looking. I'm so happy." "No, if you don't look, I'll keep doing this," I said, quickening the rubbing between her labia. She suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me with eyes full of love, determination, and anticipation, and said, "Come on, I'll give you the best Xiangxiang."

I released her and hugged her, saying, "Help me put it in. I'll make you happy." I kissed her passionately while my hands gripped her firm buttocks tightly beneath me, forcefully penetrating her body deeply.

One hand encircled her waist, while the other roughly kneaded her soft breasts. My hard penis thrust rapidly inside her vagina. She immediately felt an unprecedented surge of love, a passionate sexual experience of giving everything to the man she loved.

Within minutes, I brought her to a blissful climax. To prolong this exhilarating moment, I refrained from climaxing alongside her. As she tensed, experiencing that bone-melting, soul-stirring pleasure, I slowed my pace, instead penetrating deeply into her vagina, savoring the slippery, hot sensation of her vagina writhing with pleasure from her orgasm.

I abandoned the idea of trying different positions that had crossed my mind. I wanted to give her the most natural, primal pleasure. I gathered all my energy, pushing the pace of our movements to the limit, holding her petite body tightly. The rapid, slightly painful sensation brought her to another tingling peak, and I, unable to resist the powerful spasms of my vas deferens, experienced the urge to ejaculate. I collapsed weakly onto her, both of us panting and drenched in sweat.

It took several minutes for me to regain consciousness after the constant deep breathing and the oxygen supply to my brain. I rolled over and lay beside her, lovingly embracing her still-hot body. She gently stroked my chest, waiting for us to calm down.

After I regained my strength, I carried her to the bathroom. She hesitated for a moment but then obediently helped me wash myself with the showerhead, occasionally making faces to protest my handling of her naked body. As she cleaned the residue from my vagina, I couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Do you need to take some medicine?" She said shyly and alluringly while washing herself, "I just remembered. No need, I've already had it done. You can't get a single-child certificate if you don't have an abortion now."

After we came out, she lay in my arms. Soon she got up and said, "I'm going back to my room to sleep. It wouldn't be good if my sister came back and saw me."

"Don't worry, she won't be back tonight," I tried to persuade her to stay. She leaned on me and asked me, "I don't want to ruin your marriage with my sister. We've already wronged her. I hope that what's between us will always be known only to the two of us."

Watching her disappear into the doorway, her petite and alluring naked body with her pajamas in hand, a feeling of happiness rose in my heart. I also knew that I didn't want to lose this affectionate sister-in-law.

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