Rape of the big-breasted sister-in-law

I am but a humble scholar, with a meager life. I wouldn't call myself a handsome man, but I'd say I'm just a little bit (just kidding)... As for my name, let's call me Wei. I work for a private company, and the pay is pretty good. My wife is the eldest child in her family, with a younger brother and a younger sister. Her brother is already married, and her sister is 28. When I first met my sister-in-law, I didn't feel anything special, except that I was amazed by her ample bosom. At 1.62 meters tall, she had the potential for a C-cup (I was just guessing at the time, as I didn't have a precise idea), which was quite impressive. Later, after some research, I figured it was probably genetic, since my mother-in-law also had a pair of large, firm breasts. In the summer of 2008, my sister-in-law was transferred to a job near our home. Although the company provided dormitories, there was no air conditioning, and we had to eat in the cafeteria. My wife was worried that her sister-in-law would suffer at the company, so she decided to have her stay with us. At the time, I was very reluctant; we had just gotten married and hadn't had enough of our life together yet. The thought of someone suddenly arriving was awkward. Before, when it was just the two of us, we could make love quickly and move to different places. Now that my sister-in-law was here, I was forced to hide in the bedroom, and even then, I had to be extremely careful. But you

can't fight city hall; I had no choice but to obey unconditionally. The day my sister-in-law moved in, the weather was unbearably hot. Even though the air conditioning was on, I couldn't let the beautiful woman do all the moving herself. I was drenched in sweat, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Only after moving everything did I finally get a proper look at my sister-in-law. They say beautiful women are like a spring breeze, refreshing and invigorating. One glance at her was enough to lift my spirits and instantly dispel the heat. That day, she was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, subtly revealing her pink bra. Perhaps her breasts were indeed quite large, or perhaps the t-shirt was too small, but they seemed almost ready to burst out. I can't quite remember if she was wearing shorts or a skirt, because my attention was completely captivated by her ample bosom. Everyone knows the Big Bad Wolf is a villain, but that's not entirely true. If it weren't for the allure of the White Rabbit, the Big Bad Wolf wouldn't be so evil. So, the real culprit is the White Rabbit. "Brother-in-law!" A clear voice interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, oh, Ying, sit down quickly, I'll get you an ice cream." While talking, I secretly glanced at my wife. I found her attention was entirely on the TV, and I secretly felt lucky.

After we got married, I took over all the cooking, because my wife's cooking really isn't very good. She usually just helps out, washing and preparing vegetables. Naturally, the responsibility of dinner fell to me. Perhaps because my sister-in-law was here, my wife wanted to show off her status at home. I called her several times to help prepare the vegetables, but she didn't budge. "Brother-in-law, let me help you." My sister-in-law appeared at that moment, probably noticing my embarrassment. She then sat on a small stool and started preparing the vegetables for me. Since I had to bend down every time I got the food, I sat opposite my sister-in-law, which gave me a real treat. A deep cleavage, tender skin, and I couldn't even tell what color her nipples were. Several times I almost saw her nipples, but each time I was disappointed. Perhaps sensing my gaze, my sister-in-law looked up, meeting my lecherous eyes. I felt incredibly ashamed, thinking how bad I was, trying to take advantage of her (later I realized, "Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?" Otherwise, I'd be worse than an animal). Surprisingly, she only gave me a slight glare, and her face flushed instantly. That night's dinner was exceptionally good, probably because I was so excited.

After dinner, I urged my wife to go to sleep. Perhaps due to excessive hormones, my penis had been protesting more than once, so I needed to release it quickly, or I'd collapse. Back in the bedroom, I couldn't wait to pounce on her. My wife has a stunning figure, with curves in all the right places, especially her big, white buttocks. Every time I climax, I want to ejaculate on her. My wife is quick to heat up too; after a few simple caresses, she's already mounted me. Perhaps because my sister-in-law was in the opposite room, her moans were much quieter than usual, but I was the opposite. I thrust in as deep as I could each time. The sounds of flesh colliding filled the room. "Oh, oh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." my wife cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But I couldn't let her go like that, increasing the frequency of my thrusts. But my mind was filled with images of my sister-in-law, her deep cleavage... "Wei, you're so amazing tonight, I really can't take it anymore, mmm, mmm, mmm..." Just as I was thrusting intensely, I suddenly heard a slight noise outside. Since it was just the two of us at home before, we never closed the door when we made love. Perhaps out of habit, this time I only slightly closed the door. My wife was probably too engrossed in the moment and didn't even notice the door. Obviously, the noise outside was caused by my sister-in-law. "What's that noise?" my wife asked. "Nothing," I chuckled, "Honey, I'm coming," and, perhaps influenced by the noise, I ejaculated immediately. "Ugh, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow." I wondered if my sister-in-law had seen me, and with that question in mind, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, my wife had already gone to work. My job is quite flexible; as long as you complete your tasks, your boss doesn't really care what you do each day. And my boss values me highly. Our relationship is excellent. My wife's job is much more demanding; except for holidays during the Lunar New Year, she has no holidays at any other time, not even weekends. The nature of my wife's job led to my affair with my sister-in-law. Well, I can't say my willpower wasn't strong enough. "Brother-in-law, come and eat!" my sister-in-law said with a smile when she saw me. There was nothing unusual on her face; it seemed she hadn't seen me last night. I told myself that. "Okay, I'll wash up."

Eating was very awkward; that's my weakness. I always feel tongue-tied when I see a beautiful woman. I don't know what to say. My sister-in-law has a round face with a slightly pointed chin, almost like an oval face. I can't describe it, she's just very beautiful. Especially her lips, two thin, small lips that are playfully upturned like fresh fruit, very sexy. Seeing her lips, I thought how wonderful it would be to have her give me oral sex. They say you can tell the shape of a vagina and the amount of pubic hair by looking at the mouth. But I don't have that ability, I don't know what shape my sister-in-law's vagina is, is it like my wife's, with thick pubic hair? Or is it sparse? Her hair is casually tied up, but it gives a natural beauty. Maybe because she just got up, she hasn't changed her clothes yet, she's wearing last night's pajamas, well, she probably isn't wearing a bra underneath. But the pajamas are too loose. I can't see her nipples. Her nipples should still be pink. I haven't heard my wife say she has a boyfriend. Sitting across from me, I could smell a faint fragrance, I couldn't tell if it was her natural scent or perfume.

"Ying, why aren't you at work?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "The company gave me two days off, just to pack up," my sister-in-law said. Then an awkward silence fell; I didn't know what to say. Though I had lustful thoughts, I lacked the courage. I practically fled after dinner. Although I did have the idea of possessing my sister-in-law at the time, it was just a thought; it might never become reality. Every time I saw my sister-in-law in revealing clothes, or looking alluring after a shower, I couldn't help but fantasize. Of course, I needed an outlet, which was to attack my wife repeatedly. My wife was exhausted and confused by me. I don't know why my libido suddenly became so strong, and I was afraid her sister would hear, so I never dared to moan loudly. I felt this wasn't a solution, because I didn't know if my sister-in-law had feelings for me. I couldn't just sit idly by, if she did too. If I didn't take action, wouldn't I be even worse than a beast? So I often did some outrageous things to test my sister-in-law's reaction.

One evening, after dinner, my sister-in-law went to take a shower. I deliberately teased my wife, making her itchy. Actually, my wife has a very strong sex drive, just a bit conservative. I said to her, "Honey, I want it." My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "You pervert, wait until bedtime." How could that be? So I continued to tease her, and took out my penis, putting it to my wife's mouth, asking her to give me oral sex. My wife had no choice but to compromise, saying, "How about we go back to the bedroom?" I thought to myself, how could that be? Going back to the bedroom would mean I wouldn't achieve my goal. I said, "I can't wait, here is fine." "Ying is still in the shower." I said, "It'll be a while before she finishes showering, let's hurry up and take care of it." So I lifted my wife's nightgown and looked for my clitoris. Actually, my wife doesn't wear underwear after changing into her nightgown at home. So it was easy for me to enter. I really don't want to describe my wife's genitals or the process of sex here. Because it's like eating, it feels very ordinary. I don't have the interest to describe it. Even if my wife is very beautiful.

This time, however, my wife produced more fluid than before, probably because she sensed her sister was in the room. She climaxed quickly. I was losing control, but I couldn't stop because my sister-in-law hadn't come out yet. About ten minutes passed. (Yes, it really was ten minutes. Not bragging, but based on my performance. Haha.) I heard the bathroom door open, but my wife was probably too excited to hear it. I pretended not to hear and continued, not daring to look back. I was afraid of embarrassment, but I knew my sister-in-law was behind us, so I increased the intensity, trying to expose our point of contact to her. At this point, stimulated, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated hard inside my wife. I heard my sister-in-law's footsteps move back into the bathroom. Afterward, my wife quickly got up and cleaned up the mess. A few minutes later, my sister-in-law came out. My wife pretended nothing had happened. She said, "Why did you take so long to shower? I was waiting to use the toilet." Then she hurriedly went to the toilet. Actually, I knew what she was thinking, because she still had millions of offspring inside her. She had to deal with it quickly.

After my wife went inside, my sister-in-law stared at me for a long time before saying something that left me speechless. "Mind your image!" I feigned ignorance and asked, "What do you mean, mind your image?" My sister-in-law spat and stopped talking, but I noticed her face was red. I didn't know if it was from taking a shower or something else entirely. It's impossible to verify now, because whenever I asked her later, she wouldn't say, only that I looked like a jerk. After this incident, I concluded: at least my sister-in-law doesn't dislike me. Whether there's a chance remains to be seen. It seems that as a Communist Party member, my awareness is quite high; I know to reflect and analyze every problem and difficulty I encounter. Thank you, Party, thank you, country. Without this good habit, there wouldn't be this development.

After that, I frequently sought opportunities to contact my sister-in-law. After reading many novels, I summarized that there are many strategies I could use, such as: drugging her. This wouldn't be easy to resolve afterward. If she's willing, that's fine; if she's not, and is a chaste and virtuous woman, then I'm in for a rough time. Another option is to take the opportunity to touch her hand and see her reaction. If it goes well, then put your arm around her waist and kiss her. Then… if that feels inappropriate, you could watch a pornographic film together and see her reaction. Yeah, that's what novels always say. Put a few pornographic films on the computer and let your sister-in-law watch them to test her reaction. That's it. That's the only feasible idea I can think of right now, because there's only one computer at home, and it's in my bedroom. My sister-in-law often goes online, so on the weekend, as soon as my wife leaves, I quickly put the hidden pornographic films on the desktop, changing the names to random movie titles. Then I'm hoping my sister-in-law will see them.

By the time my hair is almost white, it's already past 11 o'clock, and my sister-in-law finally gets up. I'm annoyed. But as I hoped, in the afternoon, my sister-in-law went online. I pretended to go back to the bedroom to get something to see if she was watching. Things didn't develop as I imagined, and there was no blushing or anything like that, as described in novels. Later, I checked the playback and confirmed it was on, but only for a few seconds. I probably realized something was wrong and quickly turned it off. However, there was still something I gained. When I went back to the bedroom to see what she was doing, I saw what I'd always dreamed of: white, fleshy breasts, and I wanted nothing more than to fondle them. Because the neckline of her nightgown was quite low, I could see her tender nipples. Despite her large breasts, her nipples were actually quite small. I couldn't see them clearly, but that was enough. I don't usually like steamed buns, but from that moment on, I developed a liking for them, always squeezing them flat before eating. I only ate two at a time.

Ever since seeing my sister-in-law's breasts, I've been obsessed. I even considered buying a camera, but I really didn't know where to buy one; I always felt like most of them were scams. But that didn't stop my desire. At that time, I was like a fanatic. Every time I saw my sister-in-law, my eyes would blaze with a burning light. Luckily, I didn't get a nosebleed, or I would have been in big trouble.

One weekend... My wife's younger brother, sister-in-law, and their daughter came to visit. Since they had a few drinks at dinner, my wife didn't let her brother drive home, as getting caught drunk driving would be a big problem. Arranging their sleeping arrangements became a problem, since we only have two beds. I originally planned to sleep on the sofa, with my wife and sister-in-law sharing a bed, and her brother, sister-in-law, and daughter sharing another. But my wife, probably feeling sorry for me, wouldn't let me sleep on the sofa and insisted I sleep with her and her sister-in-law, saying we weren't strangers and it was fine. What an understanding wife! I was so touched, but I had to pretend I wasn't too happy. So, my wife slept in the middle, and my sister-in-law and I slept on the sides. I get really horny when I drink, even though it's bad for my health. I just couldn't control myself. I'd barely lain down for a bit when my hands started wandering. And with my sister-in-law right there, I got even more excited. I reached for my wife's breasts, but she pulled her hand away. So, true to my Communist Party spirit, I persisted. Maybe she was afraid of being discovered by her sister, so she acquiesced. But when you're aroused like that, you can't control yourself. Finally, under my onslaught, my wife gave in. Her vulva was soaking wet. She turned her back to me, and I understood. I moved my penis to the cleft of her labia and gently rubbed it, while one hand caressed her pear-shaped breasts. My wife couldn't help but let out soft, wanton breaths.

As I mentioned before, my wife doesn't wear underwear with her pajamas, which makes my movements very convenient. My engorged penis heaved against her pubic hair. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore and reached behind her, pressing her legs together forcefully. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I sped up. Just then, an untimely voice rang out. "Sis, are you feeling unwell?" My wife pretended to be fine and said, "No." But I could hear a tremor in her voice. After she finished speaking, I felt a gush of fluid flow from her lower body. My wife had an orgasm, and with the double stimulation, I also reached my climax. After a while, my wife pretended to go to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as she left, I sensed a strange atmosphere, like the feeling of first love, sweet and tender. "Brother-in-law, really! I'm still here, couldn't you have waited until I got back to do it?" It turned out my sister-in-law knew, and it seemed she wasn't too bothered. Hearing this, I reached out and pinched her breast hard. Maybe I pinched too hard, or maybe she was startled by the sudden touch, because she screamed and slapped my hand. "What's wrong?" my wife asked as she walked in. We both answered in unison, "Nothing." My wife didn't press further. The night passed peacefully.

Ever since that one time I touched my sister-in-law, I've dreamt of touching her while she sleeps every night. This dream torments me, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted, so I decided to take a risk. One night, I waited until my wife was asleep, I remember it was around midnight. I quietly got out of bed and cautiously walked towards my sister-in-law's room, knowing she didn't lock her door when she slept. So I quietly opened the door, waited a while at the entrance, and when I heard no movement inside, I tiptoed in. My sister-in-law was sleeping peacefully. I walked to her bedside and reached out my hand towards her magnificent breasts. First, I gently touched them; they were soft. My heart was pounding. I was worried that my sister-in-law would suddenly wake up, and I was also worried that my wife would find me out of the room and come out to use the bathroom. If she couldn't see me, it would be a big problem. But my sister-in-law's body was too tempting for me; I couldn't just touch her lightly. So I reached out again. This time, I covered her breasts with my hand. I really can't describe the feeling; I felt like I was melting. It was only a brief ten seconds before I quickly withdrew. Yes, I didn't dare continue, because I still had some sense. From then on, I would always sneak into my sister-in-law's room late at night to touch her. But as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." Because I entered so frequently, my sister-in-law noticed something was wrong. At that time, my wife was pregnant, and after finding out, she forbade any intimate communication with me. Oral sex was also forbidden. This was why I entered so frequently. That night, it was a rainy night; if it hadn't rained, there probably wouldn't have been any problems. I entered my sister-in-law's room as before. I placed my hand on her breasts, touching them, feeling their smoothness and softness. Just as I was enjoying myself, suddenly a hand grabbed my hand. My immediate reaction was a complete blank; I knew everything was over. But my sister-in-law didn't make a sound or do anything drastic; she just said two words: "Get out." I don't know how I got back to my bed. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unable to understand what my sister-in-law meant. As dawn approached, it dawned on me: my sister-in-law liked me too. Looking back, I realize how foolish I was. It was because my wife was pregnant, and my sister-in-law didn't want to upset her, fearing it would affect the fetus. But because of my mistaken thinking, I ended up with my sister-in-law by accident—but that's a story for another time.

The next morning, my sister-in-law acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as usual, which only reinforced my belief that she liked me. After breakfast, my sister-in-law changed into a business suit. She had a very mature, sophisticated air about her, a light blue mini-skirt, and sheer, flesh-colored stockings—I couldn't tell if they were half-length or one-piece—I really wanted to touch them. I wouldn't have dared to do this before, but since what happened last night, I've become bolder. My sister-in-law was putting on her shoes, sticking her butt out as she did so; it looked quite full, especially with the stockings, making it even more irresistible. I couldn't see any panty lines, so was she wearing a thong? At that moment, I was already driven by lust. I pretended to put on my shoes too, and then, feigning a loss of balance, I grabbed her buttocks. My sister-in-law reflexively straightened up immediately. I smiled shamelessly, and she walked away as if nothing had happened.

After she left, I quickly went into her room and finally found her panties and bra in the drawer. The panties were from Reese, some even thongs. Why hadn't I thought to look at her panties before? I put the panties over my penis, fantasizing about my sister-in-law, and ejaculated on them. After finishing, I quickly wiped myself clean and put them back in the drawer. During dinner that evening, while my wife was out, my sister-in-law suddenly asked me, "Did you go to my room?" "No, how could I?" I replied guiltily. "Don't think I don't know what you've been doing. If you do it again, I'll tell my sister." It seemed she still had some reservations, but at this point, I wasn't scared anymore. She had tolerated me time and time again, and if I turned against her the first time, there probably wouldn't be a future. Since that was the case, I might as well go all the way and sleep with her that night.

That night, after my wife fell asleep, I went into my sister-in-law's room again. Maybe she thought I wouldn't dare to go again. I didn't play with her breasts again, but chose to directly attack her pubic hair. Because I was afraid of waking her up, I gently lifted her nightgown. Sure enough, she was wearing a thong. The small piece of fabric couldn't cover her pubic hair at all. Well, I can't say it was a pubic hair, because the pubic hair wasn't particularly thick, just sparse. I gently pressed her clitoris with my hand. The thong felt a bit cumbersome, so I went to the living room and grabbed a pair of scissors. I cut the thong shorter, then eagerly leaned over and smelled it deeply – it smelled wonderful. I gently parted her labia; her labia were a vibrant red, completely different from her sister's. My wife's labia were thin, wrinkled, and somewhat dark – quite a difference.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris and labia. At that moment, my sister-in-law made a soft "hmm" sound. I stopped, startled, but after a while, there was no further reaction. Perhaps she was having a wet dream. Not knowing if the object of her dream was me, I increased the speed of my licking. Then, my sister-in-law's body moved slightly. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, teasing the delicate flesh at the vaginal opening. The labia minora began to naturally separate, turning to the sides, and then, fluid began to flow out. Seeing that the time was right, I quickly aimed my already erect penis at my sister-in-law's vagina. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend, so I figured she was probably a virgin. I carefully pushed forward. Huh? No resistance. I continued, and most of my penis was inside. It seemed she wasn't a virgin. I felt a mix of disappointment and relief. If she wasn't a virgin, my guilt would be less, but not being one made me curse whoever had taken her virginity. But this wasn't the time to think about that. I slowly moved my body. I was so tired, so very tired. I was afraid of waking her, but she did. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw me, she pushed me away. Seeing that she was awake, I didn't need to be so careful anymore. I lowered my hips, and it was fully inside. "Ah," my sister-in-law let out a soft moan, not very loud. It seemed she was still hesitant, afraid her sister would hear. Since that was the case, I wasn't afraid anymore and increased the speed of my thrusts.

"No, brother-in-law, no!" my sister-in-law pleaded, her voice low as she pushed against my arms and chest, perhaps trying to avoid making noise. I didn't let her continue. My lips chased her retreating mouth, while my hands kneaded her breasts and nipples, pulling her loose clothes up. When I saw her firm pink nipples and round, white breasts, I didn't hesitate to bite them, my tongue quickly licking her sensitive nipples. She cried out in stimulation. "No, no! Brother-in-law, my sister is next door, I can't betray her." Hearing this, I became even more enthusiastic, gently biting her nipple with my teeth. "Ah," my sister-in-law began to breathe rapidly, repeatedly saying, "No, no," but her hands no longer resisted. She kept stroking my back, seemingly already broken. I knew I couldn't let my guard down now; I had to completely conquer her. I sped up, making slapping sounds. Suddenly, she pressed down on my buttocks, saying, "Keep it down, don't let your sister hear." Hearing that, I almost lost control and ejaculated. It seemed she had accepted, at least temporarily. So I reached out to take off her pajamas. My sister-in-law cooperated by lifting her back and pulling them off. I'd been so focused on forcing myself on her that I hadn't properly appreciated her breasts. Since the lights were off, I couldn't admire them, so I could only feel them with my hands. While kneading her breasts, my penis thrust rapidly inside her vagina. After dozens of rapid thrusts, her body trembled, and she tightly hugged my neck. "Ah," I cried out in pain. My sister-in-law bit me during her orgasm! Oh no, what if my wife sees this tomorrow? Never mind, I'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow. As she tensed, experiencing that excruciating, bone-melting pleasure, I slowed down a bit and thrust deeply inside her, feeling the slippery, hot sensation of her vaginal canal writhing with pleasure from her orgasm. Each thrust was heavy, penetrating her flower. After the first orgasm, the second came quickly. This time, having learned from the first experience, I didn't let my sister-in-law bite me. After the orgasm, she said, "Let's not do this again. I'm sorry to my sister." I knew it was too late to say anything now, because she was awake, and I was worried about my wife finding out I hadn't been home for a long time. So I hurriedly ran back to the bedroom. Luckily, my wife was sleeping soundly. "

Sister, I'll move back to the company residence. Work is quite busy now, sometimes I need to work late, and it's troublesome to come home at night." I had just woken up when I heard my sister-in-law talking to my wife. I knew she was making excuses to avoid me, so I quickly got out of bed and said, "It's better not to stay at the company. Your sister is pregnant; you can take care of her at home." “Yes, Ying, don’t stay at the company dormitory. There’s no air conditioning there. If you come back late, I’ll have your brother-in-law pick you up,” my wife said. Seeing there was no other way, my sister-in-law didn’t insist anymore. But for the next few days, she always avoided me, leaving early every morning and locking herself in bed at night. She never let me pick

her up, which was really frustrating. Finally, the opportunity came: my wife was going to stay at her mother’s house for a few days. I was so happy that I helped her pack and tidy up, eager to get her to leave. My wife probably noticed my unusual behavior and asked, “Are you this happy while I’m not home?” “No, I was thinking that when you go home, your mother can cook you some delicious food to nourish you. After all, my cooking skills are limited, and I can’t come home to cook lunch for you.” "My wife was quite satisfied with my answer. I just saw her off and came back to find that my sister-in-law's cosmetics and other items were gone. What happened? I went to her bedroom and found it spotless. Apparently, my sister-in-law had also moved out quickly. It seems she's still afraid to face me; she still has some unresolved issues. That makes sense; it wouldn't be normal if she didn't feel awkward." I was incredibly bored being home alone. Every night I went out drinking with friends, and I always came home drunk. I was always careful when I drank outside because my wife was home, afraid of upsetting her, especially since she's pregnant.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris and labia. At that moment, my sister-in-law made a soft "hmm" sound, which startled me. I stopped, but after a while, there was no further reaction. Maybe she was having a wet dream. Not sure if it was me, I increased the speed of my licking. Then, my sister-in-law's body moved slightly. I inserted my finger into her vagina, teasing the delicate flesh at the vaginal opening. Her labia minora began to naturally separate, turning to the sides, and then some fluid started to flow out. Seeing that it was about time, I quickly... I aimed my already erect penis at my sister-in-law's vagina. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend, so I figured she was a virgin. I carefully pushed forward. Huh? No resistance. I continued, and most of my penis was inside. It seemed she wasn't a virgin. I felt a mix of disappointment and relief. If she wasn't a virgin, my guilt would be less, but not being one made me curse whoever took her virginity. But this wasn't the time to think about that. I moved my body slowly. I was so tired, so very tired. I was afraid of waking her, but she did. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw me, she pushed me away. Seeing she was awake, I didn't need to be careful anymore. I lowered my hips, and it was fully inside. "Ah." My sister-in-law let out a soft murmur, not very loud, seemingly still hesitant to let her older sister hear. Since that was the case, I was even less afraid and quickened my thrusting.

Because I had drunk too much the night before, I woke up with a terrible headache the next morning and didn't go to work. While I was lying in bed, half-asleep, I suddenly heard someone open the door. My wife's back? Impossible, if she were back, I should have gone to pick her up. That must be my sister-in-law! Sure enough, it was her. She paused for a moment as she passed my room, probably surprised that I hadn't gone to work. I quickly got up. "Why are you back today?" "Um, just grabbing something." My sister-in-law was wearing a semi-transparent blouse today, and her black bra added a touch of allure. At this point, I couldn't bear to look anymore. I rushed to her, and she mechanically stepped back, saying, "I'll leave after I get my things." "I couldn't listen to any of that now. I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her relentlessly, my hands also busy ravaging her flower bud. This time it was a bit unexpected. I was prepared for my sister-in-law to resist, but she only offered a token resistance. I stopped what I was doing, looked at her, and saw tears welling up in her eyes. She said, 'Why wasn't I the one who met you first?'" "Waaah. It seems my sister-in-law really has feelings for me. I know I can't say much now, I need to conquer her first. So I pushed her down onto the bed and pounced on her, caressing her through her clothes while kissing her passionately. She was probably aroused too, and kept caressing me. I took the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and push up her bra, revealing her white breasts. Yes, this was the first time I had seen her breasts so clearly. She tried to cover them with her hands, but how could she be stronger than me? I pried her hands open and saw her erect nipples surrounded by pink areolas. Perhaps she was shy and didn't want me to look too much, so she pressed my head against her breasts, making it hard for me to breathe. If I didn't know what to do next at this moment, I would have lived in vain all these years. Under my teasing, she was dripping wet, and her panties were soaked. I ripped them open..." I pulled down my underwear, positioned my glans against my sister-in-law's pink vagina, and thrust in. (1500 words omitted here.) In short, we moved constantly between the bed, the sofa, the balcony, and other places until we were too exhausted to move.

For the next few days, we indulged in sexual pleasure every day. We made love whenever we had the chance, and even when there wasn't, we created opportunities. In the kitchen, my wife watched TV in the living room, and my sister-in-law and I made love. Imagine the scene! While my wife showered, we made love in the living room. While eating, I teased my sister-in-law under the table. Basically, anything was possible. Use your imagination! My sister-in-law was completely submissive to me. However, there's something I need to mention separately: it was my sister-in-law's first time experiencing vaginal ejaculation, and the only time any woman in my life has ever experienced it. I feel it's very memorable.

It must have been the beginning of autumn, but the weather was still quite hot. Around 7 PM, my wife, sister-in-law, and I went to a beauty salon. I got a haircut, while my wife and sister-in-law went for a facial. Although my wife was several months pregnant, she still took good care of herself regularly. After my haircut, I went to the car to wait for them. After a while, my sister-in-law came out too. She said she knew I was waiting outside and didn't want me to worry, so she made an excuse not to have her own facial and came out to keep me company. I was really touched. At that moment, a naughty thought crossed my mind. There was a small square across from the hair salon, and we parked the car there. It was an old square with very few people. So I pulled my sister-in-law into the car. When I bought the car, I had a thought in mind: I wanted a larger car so I could have some fun in it, so I bought an SUV. We went to the back seat and, understanding each other perfectly, started caressing and kissing. Because it was still quite hot, my sister-in-law was wearing a skirt, and I was wearing shorts, so it was very convenient. I leaned against the trunk of the car, my sister-in-law sitting on my lap, leaning forward and holding onto the front seat. She kept twisting and turning against me, and I could only use a grinding motion because I was still worried that the car's jolting might attract attention. After about ten minutes of this, my sister-in-law was satisfied; she had already reached orgasm twice, but I barely felt anything because the stimulation wasn't intense enough.

Suddenly, I noticed my wife coming out of the beauty salon, and I felt a surge of tension. My sister-in-law noticed too, and she tried to get up. Wanting to deliberately stimulate her, I held her down and even deliberately thrust a few times. By then, my wife had reached the middle of the road. Suddenly, my sister-in-law broke free of my hand, lifted her buttocks, and a gush of fluid sprayed onto my shorts! Ah?! My sister-in-law had squirted!!! It was urgent. But the amount wasn't huge, much less than what I'd seen in movies, but it was enough to soak my shorts. My sister-in-law quickly moved to the other side, pulled up her shorts, and it was clear she was still enjoying it, as her legs were still shaking. Seeing my wife about to reach the car, I had a sudden inspiration. I pulled up my shorts, grabbed the bottled water next to me, poured some on my shorts, quickly opened the car door, and jumped out. After getting out, I jumped a few times, pretending I'd just spilled water on myself, muttering, "Oops, how did I get all this on me? How did I get all this on me?" Actually, I jumped out of the car for another reason: there's a smell during sex, and if I didn't open the door, my wife would definitely smell it. My wife saw me wet and giggled. I pretended to be angry and said, "Still laughing!" Because my wife's attention was diverted, she didn't notice why my sister-in-law and I were sitting in the back of the car. Every time I think about what happened, I feel incredibly excited.

In the winter of 2009, my sister-in-law suddenly told me she was pregnant. When I heard this, I was completely stunned. Because we never used condoms during sex, and he always ejaculated outside when it wasn't her safe period. I never expected she'd still get pregnant. I was devastated. I wanted to take my sister-in-law to get an abortion, but she refused; she wanted to keep the baby. I panicked. What would happen if she gave birth? But she firmly told me not to worry.

The next evening, she brought home a guy. My wife was happy because she knew her sister finally had a boyfriend. After seeing him, I understood—my sister-in-law was looking for a scapegoat. Through conversation, I learned that he and my sister-in-law had known each other for eight years, were classmates, and he had always pursued her, but she had always been aloof. Later, I found out that she had lost her virginity to him. When I heard that, I even had the urge to cook him. But after spending more time with him, I realized this guy wasn't bad. At least he was honest. Less than a week later, they got engaged. It was so sudden that the whole family objected because it happened so fast, but my sister-in-law was determined. They had no choice but to agree. A few days after the engagement, my sister-in-law went south with her boyfriend. We didn't even get to see her before she left.

This May, my sister-in-law came back. She had given birth to a daughter. My sister-in-law was much fuller than before, with a more charming and mature look. She was stunning. Seeing her boyfriend still made me feel a pang of sadness. The daughter looks like her; thankfully, she doesn't look like me, or there would be a lot of trouble. She doesn't like being held by others, but she doesn't cry or fuss when I hold her. Everyone in the family is very curious. My wife says it's because I'm handsome, but I know it's because we're related by blood.

More than a month after she came back, I still hadn't had a chance to spend time alone with my sister-in-law. It wasn't until the end of June that an opportunity arose. My sister-in-law came to visit. Coincidentally, my wife had something to do. Perhaps it was fate, that God wanted to give us a chance to rekindle our old flame. There were no extra words. We just made love silently. When my sister-in-law lay naked in front of me again, I no longer felt the impatience I once had. I slowly began to admire her. Her breasts were larger than before, but her nipples had darkened slightly. Her pubic hair was also thicker than before. Spreading her thighs, I saw her long-lost paradise; the color wasn't as pink as before, it was somewhat dark, probably due to the frequency of our encounters. Thinking of this, a surge of anger rose within me. My woman was being taken by someone else; a hint of resentment welled up inside me. So I directed my anger at my sister-in-law. After entering her, I found it lacked the previous tightness; it felt a bit loose. Perhaps it was because she had given birth. At this moment, I launched my final assault on my sister-in-law. I don't know how many times she orgasmed, but I only stopped when my penis was aching.

After chatting for a while, I learned that my sister-in-law still couldn't let go of me and had come back. She had promised me she would never leave again, and would just stay with me silently. Although he cheated on his wife with his sister-in-law and felt guilty towards his wife, he ended up treating her even better, probably because he felt guilty.

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