Conquering the Sister-in-Law

My sister-in-law usually appears capable and efficient.
She always helps others when asked, and her eloquence makes her very popular. However, appearances
can be deceiving. Her willingness to help wasn't out of kindness, but rather a
calculated strategy. She figured that if she helped others, they wouldn't be able to refuse her requests later. This is how she
took advantage of me financially quite a few times. I didn't mind these small favors.

Later, however, they started a multi-level marketing (MLM) business and insisted I join. At first, I absolutely refused, but my sister-in-law
said, "Just consider it helping me, and also helping yourself, okay?"

Since an elder said that, what could I do? I did it, and little did I know I'd get hooked.
Luckily, I had a small shop, so I refused to do the sales or recruit people myself; I let them do it themselves.
Later, I actually made some money, recouping my initial investment. They then urged me to invest more, but I still refused. I couldn't leave,
and my personality wasn't suited to it. Okay, fine, I invested, putting in another million or so. But this time,
I wasn't so lucky. Although I managed to break even a little, the downline broke, and I ended up losing over 500,000.

When I invested again, I told them I was broke and facing financial difficulties. I wasn't really willing, because
I introduced this to my sister, whose family was already struggling financially. By investing and being linked to her, I was helping her.
So, my sister-in-law offered to lend me a friend's credit card and help me borrow another 300,000 for working capital.
I readily agreed. Later, after losing money, my sister-in-law and her group started doing other MLM schemes
and tried to recruit me, even offering to advance me the money. This time, I refused no matter what they said.

That's how I saw my sister-in-law's true colors. Seeing that I wasn't listening to her and joining this new, ridiculous MLM
scheme demanded I return her credit card. As for the loan, since I was involved in a rotating savings and credit association with her, the two losses
would roughly offset each other. This left me strapped for cash. I had planned to do some house renovations before the end of the year, but suddenly
I had no money. My wife and I had a huge fight because of this.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. She only showed her true colors after using me, didn't she?

Damn it! The angrier I got, and an
evil thought began to surface in my mind. I pretended nothing was wrong, outwardly showing no dissatisfaction,
paid off my credit card debt, and settled the loan and the rotating savings and credit card debt. Perhaps she herself felt guilty. At first, we
didn't have much contact, but later, seeing that I didn't dislike her, and since our families didn't live far apart, we had to maintain a family
relationship, and gradually our interactions returned to normal.

But the anger in my heart hadn't subsided. I had to get revenge!!!

My sister-in-law had a pretty good figure, not the voluptuous type with big breasts and a big butt, but rather a slender figure,
not , but fair skin—fair skin really does cover up many flaws. Just looking at her was arousing, and
her voice was soft and soothing to listen to! Sometimes, looking back, I realize my revenge wasn't necessarily because of her deception and
manipulation, but rather an excuse I made up, or perhaps both.

I considered several ways to get revenge on my sister-in-law, but ultimately chose physical retribution. I wanted to tear her
clothes, strip off her underwear, rip off her modesty, and forcefully insert my penis into her vagina to
vent my anger!

I thought a lot about it. After violating her, I needed to ensure I could escape unscathed. If she called the police
or told my family or brother afterward, the consequences would be unbearable. I wanted to do it so that after I had my way with her, she
wouldn't dare tell anyone and would submit to my penis again and again.

In the following days, I kept looking for an opportunity, a chance to strike decisively!

To conquer my sister-in-law,
my physical condition had to be up to par. To ensure both quantity and quality, I reduced the frequency of intercourse with my wife
and gradually increased my physical activity. I ate
significantly more oysters and kidneys, things I didn't usually eat. A year and a half passed like this, and my wife was often surprised by my changes. I was more muscular, and the duration and even the hardness of my
penis had improved.

When we were making love, she
often begged to stop. The power of revenge was terrifying; it had transformed me from a skinny young man into
a rather muscular devil. This devil was looking for an opportunity to extend his claws to his tempting prey!

Persistence pays off. My older brother's direct sales company was holding its mid-year awards ceremony in Sydney, Australia. My brother,
now a small manager, would naturally be attending. My sister-in-law couldn't go due to other commitments. This time, I was determined to
seize the opportunity and put my revenge into action! I had helped buy my brother's train ticket; I knew exactly when he left and
when he would return. Three days, though not long, was enough for me. I believed that with so much
preparation , I would succeed!

It was past midnight. A light drizzle had been falling for three days straight, and despite the sweltering summer heat,
the streets were nearly deserted. I wore a baseball cap pulled low, and
a collared t-shirt I'd bought two months ago on Taobao. I never wear collared t-shirts, but for this day, I changed my habit. I wanted to avoid being
recognized. Walking along the ground floor of the buildings, I tried to blend into their shadows; even if the security cameras
caught me, they probably wouldn't recognize me. Despite my preparations, I was incredibly nervous, my heart pounding
and my palms sweating.

After crossing the corridor and climbing the stairs, I walked as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound. I took out my key,
carefully turned it, and with a soft "click," the door opened. I took out the key, gently opened the security door
wide enough, and crept inside, hugging the threshold. Then I carefully closed the door. I put the
key I'd secretly worn it outside when I borrowed my older brother's electric scooter. He never imagined that borrowing the
scooter would lead to such consequences!

Once inside, I quietly took off my shoes; I didn't want the sound of them scraping against the tiles to be
heard by the only woman in the house. After all, a woman alone at home is bound to be a little scared, and her vigilance will be much higher. Using
the dim light from the window, I slowly walked to the center of the living room. My sister-in-law's room was on the left; the two rooms on the right belonged to my younger cousin and
cousin-in-law , who were currently boarding at school and unlikely to be home. However, just to be safe, I carefully opened both
doors, and after confirming no one was there, I slowly approached my sister-in-law's room.

Reaching the doorway, I took a few deep breaths to calm my excited heart. Then I took out a white...
I lightly sprayed a layer of sleeping potion onto a small handkerchief. Afraid it wouldn't be strong enough, I sprayed another layer. Having done this, I held
the handkerchief in my hand and gently turned the handle. Luckily, the handle moved; there was no lock inside, otherwise all my efforts would have been in vain.
I gently opened the door and slowly approached the bed where a beautiful, fair body lay sprawled.

The curtains were already drawn, making the room dark, but having been to my brother's house so many times,
I knew the location of the bed. My feet touched the Simmons mattress; I knew I was close to my prey. I crouched down gently, clutching
the handkerchief tightly. Soon, I had gotten used to the darkness, and with the door slightly ajar, a little light shone in,
revealing my sister-in-law's silhouette. She was lying on her side with her back to me,
a small blanket covering her rounded buttocks.

My heart was still pounding; I couldn't care less! I gently climbed onto the bed, the scent of a woman's shower gel
wafting towards me. Approaching her alluring body, I slowly lay down, then wrapped the handkerchief around my sister-in-law
's neck, placing my left hand under her hair.

Everything was ready. I took a deep breath, then abruptly covered her mouth and
nose with my right hand, still holding the handkerchief, while my left hand pressed firmly against her forehead through her hair, trying to prevent her from shaking her head and throwing the handkerchief off.
This woke her up; she made a "woof woof" sound through the handkerchief, then violently shook her head,
grabbing my right hand with both hands, trying to pull the handkerchief off. How could I let her succeed? I held her down firmly with both hands
, straddling her thighs with my right leg to prevent her from falling off the bed.

My sister-in-law's small frame was no match for me; soon her grip loosened, and she slumped down.
Seeing that she was no longer moving, I turned on the bedside lamp and quickly placed my fingers under her nose. Thankfully,
she was still breathing; I had been so worried about suffocating her from pressing so hard. I relaxed abruptly, only to realize my right hand was throbbing with pain.
Looking up, I saw a row of scratches from my fingernails, bleeding profusely. "Damn it," I cursed, grabbing a few tissues from the bedside
table and wiping my hand haphazardly.

Looking at the woman on the bed, I sighed, relieved to have finally accomplished the first step.

My sister-in-law was wearing a pink nightgown, the hem rolled up, revealing black lace
. Three thin threads connected her sexy panties to the back, and through the lace, a few playful pubic hairs
were exposed. The only two small buttons on her chest had popped open during her earlier resistance, revealing
half of breast.

I couldn't help but swallow hard. I didn't pounce like a hungry wolf; after all, my goal wasn't just to finish
and leave. Of course, while she was unconscious, I could still have sex with her, and even if she woke up, she'd know who did it. If I just
played with her dryly while she was unconscious, it would be boring. Besides, hadn't I wasted the past year and a half preparing
? I want to have my way with her, to play with her to my heart's content. Only by making this fair-skinned, delicate woman my long-term sex partner, my sex slave,
can I achieve my revenge and release the anger and desire within me.

I pulled off my sister-in-law's sexy panties and threw them onto the bedside table. Looking at her genitals, I couldn't help but
feel ecstatic . My sister-in-law had relatively little pubic hair; apart from a messy tuft on her labia, there were only a few sparse
strands near her labia majora. Although it couldn't compare to a completely bare vulva, at least it looked clean. And apart from her slightly
dark , her labia minora and the vulva were pink, so tender and lovely! Despite having two children, it seems
my relationship with my sister-in-law isn't very harmonious; otherwise, how could her private parts still be so
pink and tender ?

My fingers couldn't help but run through the vulva, the labia minora trembling slightly—so beautiful! My sister-in-law's
fair and tender was famous in the family. Looking at her two long, fair legs, my hands caressed them from her buttocks to her thighs,
knees, calves, and abdomen—smooth, warm, and incredibly comfortable!

Then, I took a white plastic bottle from my pocket containing
a liquid that enhances female genital sensitivity. I poured a little onto my right fingers and set the bottle aside. I pressed my left index and middle
fingers against her labia minora, spreading her vagina, and then evenly applied the liquid to her vaginal opening, labia minora, and labia majora with my right fingers.
The smooth, cool sensation on my fingertips caused my penis to slowly harden, growing increasingly swollen, with a
slight .

Holding my sister-in-law's fair thighs with one hand, I lifted her buttocks, and with the other hand, I pulled
up her . Soon, my sister-in-law's naked body was displayed before her nephew. I tossed the nightgown aside,
picked up the small blanket that had fallen to the floor, stretched it out horizontally, grabbed my brother's hands, and tightly
bound them with the blanket. Only after doing this did I turn my gaze to her breasts.

My sister-in-law was petite, with small breasts, and dark red nipples surrounded by small areolas—very
alluring . I couldn't resist leaning down and sucking hard on her nipples, while my right hand was also busy, vigorously rubbing the other side.
My teeth gently bit the nipple, while my right hand massaged from the rim to the nipple, feeling the round base of the breast. After playing for a while, seeing that my
unconscious sister-in-law didn't react much, I took the small plastic bottle. The seller said this stimulating liquid was for applying to a woman
's private parts. I figured many women's sensitive spots weren't limited to their private parts; their nipples were just as sensitive.

I poured out a little more and evenly applied it to my sister-in-law's nipples and areolas. Seeing that there was still quite a bit of stimulating liquid left,
I took out a lot more and haphazardly smeared it all over my sister-in-law's breasts. After doing all this, I was drenched in
sweat. Even with the air conditioning on, the summer heat was unbearable.

I looked around the room; the bedside lamp, though on, wasn't bright enough. I went back to the door and turned on
the main light . Looking at my naked sister-in-law on the bed, I chuckled, took out another small, clear bottle
containing a few small white pills, and placed it on the dressing table by the door. I took off my shirt and shorts and threw them on
the floor, then even took off my underwear.

My penis wasn't as throbbing as before. I glanced at my unconscious sister-in-law a few times,
then turned and opened the door, walking naked through the hallway like the master of the house into the kitchen. I found a large
cup and chopsticks, squeezed water from the dispenser into the cup, and, holding the cup in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, quickly
walked towards my sister-in-law's room.

After going inside, he poured out one of the medicines from the small transparent bottle, broke it in half,
put the bottle, crushed the other half, put it into a cup full of water, and stirred it with chopsticks until it was evenly mixed. Then he opened
his sister-in-law's mouth and slowly poured a large cup of water containing special ingredients into her stomach, little by little.
These special ingredients were naturally aphrodisiacs, but the dosage was small enough not to instantly transform my sister-in-law into a lustful
, maniacal woman. That wasn't what I wanted; I wanted more, much more. Then I casually
put away the two small bottles.

Having done all that, I was about to begin my real conquest of my sister-in-law. There was no rush to
enter her body so quickly; supposedly, the drug could last for two hours, and she was still unconscious. I didn't want
to possess her yet. What I needed to do now was constantly caress her body, stimulating her breasts, earlobes, and genitals,
to wake her up sooner and let her clearly remember the entire process of being possessed by me.

Before long, whether it was the aphrodisiac taking effect or my various caresses and teasing working, my sister-in-
law's body grew increasingly hot, almost burning hot, like she had a fever. Her smooth skin transmitted a burning
temperature and a smooth, delicate feel to every cell in my body through my palms. Sometimes my fingers lightly touched my sister-in-law's labia, sometimes I
rubbed her clitoris with more force, and sometimes I moved away from her genitals to play with her breasts.

Gradually, my sister-in-law's breasts began to grow larger, and her nipples became more erect. I couldn't help but think of
an advertising slogan: "Being a woman is 'great'." My sister-in-law was now embodying this slogan in front of her nephew.

Her private parts were already very wet; the stimulant had long since seeped into her skin and vaginal
opening. Now, more and more love fluid was flowing from her body. I leaned down and smelled it; a strong, lewd
scent , a little unpleasant, but incredibly stimulating. My sister-in-law's body was beginning to accept her nephew,
but she hadn't woken up yet.

I had to increase the stimulation, otherwise, if too much time passed and the aphrodisiac wore off, it would be troublesome once she woke up
. Although my sexual ability had greatly improved, I didn't believe that a simple rape would conquer her.
I wanted her to mistakenly believe that she was naturally very sexually active, but her brother's abilities were limited and couldn't be developed.
I wanted this violation to make her "recognize" herself!

I took the last thing I'd prepared from my pants pocket on the floor: a horse's eye ring. It's said to be separated from
the eye , and when placed under the glans, the eyelashes next to it greatly stimulate the woman's
vagina. Instead of putting the horse's eye ring on my penis, I rolled it twice and put it on my little finger.

My little finger curved and went into my sister-in-law's vagina, separating her labia minora. The horse's eye ring, along with
the eyelashes, entered another "space." It was wetter and hotter inside. The curved part of my little finger could even touch my sister-in-law's vulva.
Then I straightened my finger, the curved part pressing upwards against the upper wall of her vulva, gently moving in and out.

My sister-in-law's reaction intensified. She tightened her legs around my hand on her vulva, rubbing it up and down. Her breathing
became noticeably louder and faster, her breasts rising and falling with each breath—a truly unique pleasure!

It seemed my sister-in-law was about to wake up. I continued moving my little finger in and out of her vaginal opening, while my left hand grabbed her hands, which had just
been tied together, and pressed them into the pillow. After doing this for a while, I pulled my busy fingers out from
under the pillow, quickly pulled them out, rubbing them to create a rim, and also wiping away my sister-in-law's love juice.
Then my right hand joined in, holding down my sister-in-law's hands, my eyes fixed on the changes in her face.

My hard penis wasn't idle either, pressing against my sister-in-law's vulva, gently tracing along the vulva, down to her clitoris
, repeating this repeatedly. My sister-in-law's fair feet rubbed against my legs, her tightly closed mouth whimpering, "Mmm,"
"Mmm," expressing her physical sensations to her nephew! Seeing that the time was right, I lowered my head and kissed
her lips deeply.

Then I whispered: Sister-in-law, is it comfortable?

My sister-in-law suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking at me incredulously, as if she had been awakened from a nightmare
. She froze for a moment, opening her mouth to shout for help, but I quickly released my right hand from her hands and pressed it against
her mouth. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't shake off my hand. Perhaps the effects of the drug were still lingering,
and she wasn't very strong. However, I didn't want to waste my energy, so I breathed into her ear and said,

"Sister-in-law, if you struggle any longer, you'll be inside me."

Then, I pressed my lower body against her clitoris. Her eyes widened, looking at me with utter fear,
and she froze.

"Haha, haha, haha, sister-in-law, I'm letting go now. Don't scream. Even if you scream loudly,
no one will necessarily come these days. Even if someone does come, seeing us naked and embracing, my penis pressing
against yours, and so much lubrication, do you think they'll think this is rape with a touch of romance?"

I laughed, looking at her. She didn't whimper; her eyes were filled with helplessness, tears welling up, but the
usually strong woman didn't shed them. Perhaps in her eyes, I was now a terrifying devil, leaving her
unable to move or scream. Seeing that she had calmed down, I moved my right hand away and pressed her hands down again. With
my current physique, it would be difficult for her to shake me off, especially since the effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet, and she wouldn't have the strength to do so.

I just kept staring at her, waiting for her to speak

. "Why did you do this? Aren't you afraid of telling your brother, your parents, your wife? Aren't you afraid I'll report you to
the police station ?!"

I slightly lifted my buttocks, slid my penis along my sister-in-law's pink flesh, squeezed it a little, and then slid it out. I gave
her a different answer.

My sister-in-law made a soft "hmm," but I still caught it. I repeated
the action, lightly skimming the tender flesh. This time, my sister-in-law didn't dare to make a sound,
her lips tightly pressed together, as if resisting something, her face growing redder and redder. Combined with her fair and tender skin, she was truly beautiful
.

I put my head to one side, gently bit my sister-in-law's earlobe, and probably blew a breath into her ear. My sister-in-law's
body trembled slightly; it seemed her ears were also a sensitive area! Then I pressed my lips to her ear and
whispered,

"So tender, sister-in-law, I never expected your private parts to be so tender, so pink, and so sensitive. I
've really struck gold."

"Hmph," I said, "You're a pervert. Do you know this is incest? How can you face your brother? How can you
face your parents? How can you face your wife?"

"Baby, you've already answered for me. I am a pervert."

As I spoke, I lowered my head and took my sister-in-law's nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a child eating a lollipop
. My sister-in-law's body trembled slightly again; it seemed the stimulant was very effective.
However, she was probably afraid that if she struggled or trembled too much, my penis would sink deep
into her flesh, so she endured it with a pained expression, her brows furrowing tightly. This physical reaction, unable to
be released and forced to be suppressed, only intensified her pleasure. I chuckled to myself: Sister-in-law,
this piece of meat is already in my mouth!

"Incest, huh, so what if it's incest? The stimulation it brings is extraordinary. Otherwise, why
are there so many incest stories throughout history? Look, aren't you enjoying it and feeling excited? Your brother can't usually give you
this kind of pleasure," I said, taking her right nipple into my mouth again, sucking and looking up at her.
"No! No! No! No, no, ah..."

I gently bit her nipple, smiling at her. This time, she couldn't help but cry out. She hadn't expected
me to bite her nipple with my teeth. Perhaps even when her brother had cherished her before, he had never done this.

"Look, your body is so honest, so much juice is flowing, and you're moaning so horribly! It must be really good, right?" My sister-in-law couldn't answer .

Whether it was stubbornness or shame, she closed her eyes, blushed, and turned her head away from me. 　　I continued sucking on her nipple. Suddenly, she said, 　　"No matter what you do to me, I won't have sex with you." 　　"Is that so?" 　　I chuckled. The fish had taken the bait. She didn't even realize that she was : as long as I made her feel good, she would let me have sex with her, let my penis pound deep inside her vagina! 　　Without hesitation, I released my left hand from her hands and quickly moved it to her left breast, gently touching it . Her right breast was already being squeezed into my mouth, stretched long. My sister-in-law's brows furrowed even more, but her mouth was tightly clenched, not letting out a sound. 　　I knew how hard she was enduring it; she didn't even dare to ask me to be gentler, afraid I would humiliate her again, clinging to the last shred of her dignity as an elder. 　　Even after I withdrew my hand, she didn't resist, so I couldn't be polite anymore. I continued to suckle her right breast like a mouse eating porridge, while my left index and middle fingers pinched her nipple, rubbing it lightly and heavily, sometimes arching her back in pain, then lowering it, sometimes gritting her teeth, her body trembling slightly. She dared not move her lower body, afraid of making "incest" a reality. Hah, she didn't even consider that even if I stopped now, I would still have defiled her. Women, sometimes, regardless of breast size, are brainless!

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