My sister-in-law who got divorced.

This post was last edited by jiay46822 on 2021-3-10 20:00.

My wife and I were both born in a rural village in Central China. Like many Chinese farmers, her parents had a strong desire for a son. After she was born, they risked severe punishment to have another child, but their second child was also a daughter, my sister-in-law. However, their efforts paid off, and a few years later, my brother-in-law was born. This significantly increased the family's financial burden. Although my in-laws were traditional, they were reasonable people. Knowing their eldest daughter was intelligent, they spared no expense to ensure her education. My wife went to middle school in the provincial capital at twelve and went to university in Beijing at eighteen, pursuing both her bachelor's and master's degrees. As for me, I was nominally a "second-generation official"—my father was the village head. However, I was smart enough to keep up with my wife's pace. Fortunately, we only had one son, so the financial pressure was less, and I had a small official position, which allowed me to arrange a marriage between my wife and me from childhood. After graduation, we became civil servants and got married last year. For us, not yet thirty, to own a nearly 200-square-meter penthouse duplex in Beijing is truly remarkable.

My wife's younger sister, because my wife and I were childhood sweethearts, is like a younger sister to me; we usually just call her "Little Sister." She and my wife are completely different people. People say that a woman's beauty and intelligence are inversely proportional, and that's absolutely true; it perfectly describes these two sisters. My wife is plain-looking, with an average figure, and her hair is a bit yellow and dry. To put it bluntly, while I'm not Zhuge Liang, I married a wife like Huang Yueying (a legendary strategist known for her cunning and cunning). My wife's younger sister is different. She's young and innocent, but simple-minded. Even in her early twenties, she acts like a teenage girl, always going out with other girls, carefree and wild, completely disregarding men. I wonder if she's sexually uninterested in men. However, her beauty was renowned for miles around, even in the town itself. It was said that matchmakers had approached her before she came of age, but she was arrogant and demanded a higher price. It wasn't until her parents-in-law, unable to bear it any longer, gave her a firm order that she reluctantly accepted.

On my younger sister's wedding day, my wife and I, as her closest relatives, naturally had to return. Being a civil servant, you could say there wasn't much to do, but you also couldn't stray too far from your post, lest your superiors couldn't find you. Therefore, returning to our hometown for my younger sister's wedding was a rare holiday for us. Little did I know that my romantic encounter would begin that day.

I deliberately returned three days early just to see my long-missed family. According to our hometown customs, my younger sister couldn't leave her home for three days before her wedding, and couldn't meet with any men except for family. As her brother-in-law, I could naturally visit my wife's family home without any qualms. If I had any ulterior motives, that was true; I was curious to see what this little vixen looked like before her wedding!

The day before the wedding, my mother-in-law and wife, along with a large group of women, were busy preparing for the ceremony. I finished arranging things with my own relatives and, under the guise of helping out, came over. However, I managed to steal a moment to sit down with my father-in-law for a warm drink and a casual chat. Just then, my younger sister slipped out of her inner room and plopped down in the chair opposite me. It was the height of summer, and in the rural countryside, there was no air conditioning; the ceiling fan was practically useless. My sister was wearing shorts, revealing two long, white, shapely legs. When crossed, you could almost see her buttocks from the outside of her thighs. Her tight short-sleeved top made her large breasts appear exceptionally high. Whether it was due to poor lighting or my bad eyesight, I couldn't make out the outline of her bra. Could this little vixen be going braless?

My younger sister tied a large ponytail at the back of her head and said, "Dad, brother-in-law, I'm going out to play for a while." My father-in-law's face darkened: "Play what? You're getting married tomorrow, can't you behave yourself?" I knew my father-in-law both loved and hated this little vixen. He loved her beauty, which made him look good, but he hated her "unfaithful," which made him lose face. If you ask me, compared to women in Beijing and Shanghai, the label of "unfaithful" is completely unfounded. She just loves to play and have fun, and in terms of relationships, she's no more open than the women in the village. It's just that in this overly conservative environment, she's a bit of a nonconformist. I estimate that my younger sister is still a virgin. Men, deep down, have a beastly desire to spread their genes. More than 90% of men with sisters-in-law have inappropriate thoughts about them, and I'm no exception. Of course, thinking is one thing, doing is another. How many fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law would actually buy a sister-in-law and give her a younger one? At least I didn't encounter it.

My younger sister reluctantly returned to her room and started smashing things. My father-in-law shook his head, at a loss; it seemed he was also thoroughly exasperated by this unruly daughter. As for me, even if I was just a nobody, I was still a high-ranking official from Beijing, and I had some influence in the village, so it wasn't appropriate for me to go to my sister-in-law's room. I had to call my wife over, and the two sisters had a private chat in the room for half an hour before things calmed down.

The next day was my younger sister's wedding day. I arrived at my father-in-law's house early, ostensibly to help out, but really to drink, smoke, and entertain the guests. It was only then that I saw the man who was about to become my sister's husband for the first time. He was quite tall and handsome, with permed hair and a clean-cut appearance; he didn't look like a country bumpkin at all. I heard from the villagers that he was the town mayor's son, studying at an art academy—to put it nicely, an artist; to put it bluntly, an actor. If we're talking about family connections, I can't compete with him; my dad's just a village chief. But if we're talking about connections, I'm far superior. After all, I'm a high-ranking official in Beijing, a rank much higher than his father's. Thinking this way, there's a touch of self-deception in my head. The thought of my younger sister's virginity, her beautiful body, likely untouched by anyone, being given to this pretty boy tonight, actually made me a little jealous.

The busy and chaotic wedding drained my energy. After watching my sister enter the bridal chamber, I, too drunk, was helped home by my wife and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by my wife's slap, a wake-up call from years of not sleeping in at my hometown: "Get up! Something terrible has happened!" I squinted and asked, "What is it? Was there an earthquake?" My wife was frantic: "You still have the nerve to joke? My sister-in-law is getting a divorce!" I jumped up immediately: "What the hell?! We just got married yesterday!" Without a word, my wife forced me to get dressed and dragged me to the Civil Affairs Bureau. When we got there, my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law were all there. My sister-in-law's face was flushed red, I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or something else. My father-in-law and mother-in-law had ashen faces, as did my brother-in-law's parents, whom I had met the day before. My brother-in-law himself was there, still pale and silent. I tugged at my wife's sleeve and pressed her for details. She finally whispered the whole story in my ear:

Apparently, a few months ago, when my in-laws gave my younger sister their firm order, they hadn't even met their prospective son-in-law. They'd already arranged the marriage based solely on a few photos and a resume. They never imagined this pretty boy would be gay. Last night, he not only didn't touch my sister, but they even slept under separate blankets. This morning, my sister exposed his charade in front of my in-laws, leaving her utterly humiliated. Normally, given his father's position as town mayor, my sister would have been forced to swallow this bitter pill. But with my wife and I, two minor officials from Beijing, backing her up, she no longer has to live a life of forced widowhood. I whispered to my wife, "Let's get a divorce. Anyway, my sister didn't lose out on him. One's a lesbian, the other's a lesbian; they can't be together." My wife pinched my arm, "You dare joke around!" This kind of thing isn't honorable for anyone, and nobody wanted to make a big deal out of it. After more than an hour, both sides agreed on the terms, signed the divorce papers, my parents-in-law returned the betrothal gifts, and cancelled the marriage certificate. I thought that was the end of it, but when my sister-in-law got home and saw that her marital status on her household registration book was listed as "divorced," she was furious. She smashed the decorative screen I had given her that said "Eternal Union" to pieces, yelling,

"Outrageous! You just confusedly changed it to a divorce!" My wife wisely half-pushed and half-pulled her back to the room, and I also said goodbye and went home early.

The week-long holiday was coming to an end. On the night before my departure, my wife crawled naked into my bed, her mature, beautiful vulva straddling me. I had been pent up for a week, so naturally, I thrust my penis into her without hesitation.

"Are you so thirsty, you old hag?" My wife, her cervix pressed against my penis, cried out, "I'm going to die! This window isn't soundproof!" I ignored her. "What are you afraid of? We're husband and wife, it's all aboveboard, why are you shy?" My wife's buttocks bounced up and down as I thrust into her. "Don't go yet, I have something to discuss with you." I couldn't wait any longer, my penis sliding in and out of her hot, slippery hole. "Okay, we can discuss it while we do it." My wife had no choice but to say, "My little sister... wants to go to Beijing with us." Hearing this, I perked up, my penis grew even harder, and I pretended to be reluctant. "What would she do in Beijing? She doesn't have a job, she'll just be eating our food for free." My wife, true to form, betrayed me with the throbbing of my penis. "You dare say you don't like it? Just mentioning my little sister makes your penis grow bigger, oh my, so strong, you're hitting the G-spot." I didn't deny it either: "Yeah, such a beautiful woman, just thinking about her makes me hard. If I could fuck both of you at the same time, I'd be ecstatic." My wife was having a bit of an orgasm, her vaginal opening twitching and contracting slightly: "You...you dare to mess around...see if my dad doesn't chop you up...yeah...hmm...husband, you're so good...so deep..." My mind was filled with thoughts of my little sister's white, beautiful legs and big, firm breasts. When my wife had an orgasm, I didn't hesitate and simply thrust my penis to its highest point, directly hitting my wife's cervix: "Wife, I'm going to cum!" My wife didn't care who I was thinking about and shouted:

"Husband..." and then trembled all over as she reached orgasm. I also jerked my penis and ejaculated inside her.

At sunrise, my wife and I, still covered in dried semen and mucus, reluctantly got up, took a shower, picked up my younger sister from my father-in-law's, and the three of us headed back to Beijing. The moment my younger sister boarded the train, I realized my wife wasn't lying; she really was coming to Beijing. The whole way, my younger sister barely spoke, indifferent and with a gloomy expression. My wife kept talking, comforting her while explaining my younger sister's plans: she wanted to go to Beijing to clear her head, to see if she could find a job, and perhaps a boyfriend.

I chuckled inwardly: What does she think Beijing is? Divorced, still trying to raise her own value?

We arrived home at sunset. We tidied up the house, set up a sunny room for my younger sister. She didn't have much luggage, just a few personal belongings, and settled in quickly.

My wife and I work in different departments. This time, she had one less day off than me, so the next day was her workday. She went to bed early, but I wasn't really sleepy and was playing on the computer in the study. My younger sister was probably not used to it; even around midnight, when I went to the bathroom, I could still faintly see light coming from under her door. At that moment, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head: what was she doing in her room? I knew the house was still quite new, the door hinges were smooth and quiet, and the hallway outside was dark, so it would be difficult for her to spot me peeping at her from inside. So, I mustered my courage and quietly pushed the slightly ajar door shut a little. What I saw made me furious: my younger sister was getting ready to take off her clothes for bed. She was sitting at her desk, facing me on her right. First, she let her ponytail down, shook her head, smoothed her hair, picked up a comb from the desk, and carefully combed her thick, black hair. Then, she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, pulled down the collar of her left shirt, revealing a snow-white shoulder. This was the first time I'd ever seen my sister's shoulders. The thought of breaking ethical boundaries as her brother-in-law to peep at her changing clothes made my penis throb. My sister in the room twisted her shoulders, taking off the collar on her right shoulder, and her clothes were removed. She had no idea that a pair of hungry wolf's eyes were staring at her beautiful breasts in the darkness. She was only concerned with putting her clothes on the table and bending down to take off her pants. At this moment, she stood up, her back to me, and inserted her thumbs into her belt, sliding them from her navel to her lower back, pressing down until her flesh-colored panties were quickly exposed to my view. I hadn't expected my sister to have such long legs and such a big butt. When the elastic band of her pants crossed her buttocks, her buttocks rippled with waves of flesh, incredibly sexy. I almost pulled down my pants and squeezed my penis to comfort myself. My younger sister's pale body was now only covered by her panties. She walked towards me, carrying the clothes she'd taken off, startling me. Luckily, her big, bright eyes were fixed on the hook behind the door. As she hung up the clothes, she raised her hand, revealing her two large, fleshy mounds. This little vixen, her breasts were big, round, and firm, the nipples still a tender pink—probably untouched by a man. She stood on tiptoe to hang the clothes, her large breasts jiggling with each movement. If my wife hadn't been there, I would have had the urge to rush in and rape her. Right now, all I could do was frantically rub my penis. My sister turned off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on, pulled up the blanket, and went to sleep. Unwilling to give up, I continued to wait outside the door. Beijing summers are incredibly hot and humid. My younger sister isn't used to turning off the air conditioning, so she didn't lock the door for ventilation. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the nightlight, I could clearly see that she had only covered herself with a towel up to her waist, her two long, shapely, white legs exposed, sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, fast asleep. Her large breasts defied gravity, standing proudly erect, rising and falling slightly with her breathing. I told myself that one day I would thoroughly ravage this little vixen and turn her into my bed pet.

I didn't even know when my wife went to work; my younger sister woke me up. She had prepared breakfast and told me to get up and eat. After I finished eating, I took my younger sister out shopping. Beijing goods are notoriously bad value for money. By the end of the day, my credit card was almost empty, and my wallet was nearly gone. My younger sister seemed to think it was all perfectly normal, carrying bags of things with incredible speed—country girls are just so healthy! We ate dinner out, ostensibly to welcome my younger sister back. My wife was very excited, after all, she's my younger sister. I was excited too, but as someone once said, a man's blood is limited; it either goes to his brain or his penis, so a man can't use both his brains at the same time. You see, I was carrying out a secret plan.

Three days passed, and on Saturday, the three of us went out together. In the evening, everyone was tired, especially my wife, who was on her period and felt particularly fatigued. After dinner, she and my younger sister did the housework, and she took a shower and went to bed early. After showering, seeing that there wasn't much to do, I went to the study to play on the computer. Around ten o'clock, my wife was already fast asleep when I heard my younger sister softly calling from the bathroom, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law." I closed my laptop and went to the bathroom. Before, since only my wife and I lived there, the bathroom door lock had been broken for a long time and hadn't been repaired. Anyway, there was nothing to hide anymore, and we didn't have any children. I asked from outside the door, "What's wrong?" The girl trembled and said,

"The water heater won't light. Can you fix it for me? I'm freezing." The water heater was installed outside the shower room, so I could only check it from inside the bathroom. Although the shower room had frosted glass, would she think I was a pervert if I went in? But then I thought, she'd asked me to come in, and besides, I wanted to see her beautiful body again! I closed the door, trying to act nonchalant as I headed straight for the water heater. As soon as I pushed the door shut, I panicked. The girl had closed the frosted glass door, but her silhouette was still vaguely projected onto the glass, especially her crotch. The dark patch of her private parts was the most memorable. What was in that dark forest?

Was her vulva still pink? Were the two small doors still intact? Was it tighter and more elastic inside than my wife's? If I could have sex with her and ejaculate into her uterus, that would be amazing! My younger sister couldn't wait any longer and urged, "Brother-in-law, are you done yet? I'm cold!"

Still a bit off-kept by her words, I blurted out, "Cold? Do you want me to hug you?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized it was inappropriate and quickly corrected myself, saying, "Haha, I'm so sorry, I just habitually talk to your sister like that. Yeah, it's fixed, you can try it out. You're really something, taking a hot shower in this heat."

My younger sister turned off the tap as instructed, and the water heater ignited smoothly. Having accomplished my mission, I wasn't ready to back down. How many brother-in-laws have the privilege of spying on their sister-in-law's naked body so closely, in a semi-private setting? Suddenly, my sister cried out, "Wow! It's so hot!" dropping the showerhead and ducking to the side. Remembering that I'd turned up the water temperature and it hadn't come down, I felt guilty and quickly turned off the water heater. Looking back, I saw my sister pressed against the frosted glass door, her large breasts pressed tightly together, almost flattened. To avoid the scalding water, her abdomen was also pressed as close to the glass as possible, so much so that her black stockings were wet and clearly visible from the outside. If I had time, I could even count them one by one. She was both anxious and frightened, shouting, "Ah! Brother-in-law! Let me out!" I didn't have time to admire her beauty. If I burned her, I wouldn't know how to explain it to my in-laws, let alone my wife, about this ambiguous scene. I quickly slammed the glass door shut, and my younger sister practically threw herself into my arms, crying, "Ah... Brother-in-

law..." I looked at her closely; her lower back and buttocks were a large red patch, thankfully without blisters. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, then carried her back to her room. My sister's room used to be a guest room; there was no bed, just a mattress on the floor—convenient for my wife and me to make love, as it would prevent the creaking noise of the mattress. I put my sister down; she was still shaken. Remembering being naked in my brother-in-law's arms, her face flushed red, and she immediately burrowed under the covers, hiding from me. Afraid of waking my wife, I listened quietly for a moment to make sure she wasn't moving before saying to my sister-in-law, "Sorry, I forgot to adjust the temperature. How are you?" My sister-in-law only poked her head out, not even looking at me. I could only guess from the outline of the blanket that she was rubbing her bottom. She said, "It hurts so much, it's burning." I took some burn ointment from the medicine cabinet and said, "Don't worry, I'll put some ointment on it and you'll be fine." She said

, "Um, is my sister asleep? Can I ask her to come and put it on for me? It's embarrassing." I casually said,

"She's asleep." My sister-in-law hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, then... you can't look at my... that place..." I readily agreed. This wasn't a lie. I couldn't ruin my bright future by being so intimate with my sister-in-law's bottom. You know, I was determined to get my sister-in-law into bed!

My younger sister was lying face down under the covers, her forehead pressed against her left arm, her face buried deep in the blankets, afraid to look at me. Her right arm was pressed under her body, and I didn't know what she was doing. Anyway, she said to me when she was ready, "Hmm, slowly pull the blanket off, don't look where you shouldn't see." I pulled the blanket off, and my younger sister's feet were revealed, then her slender calves, rounded thighs, full buttocks, and finally her cute little waist. Upon closer inspection, I couldn't help but smile, and my penis immediately became hard: my younger sister's right hand was pressed under her body, her five fingers covering her private parts from bottom to top, ignoring the black stockings that were peeking out between her fingers, tightly protecting that private cave that her brother-in-law shouldn't see. Her sharp nails could just cover the perineum between her vulva and anus. Her anus was completely unprotected, and the sudden urge to fuck her back door was forcibly suppressed. With a self-control that I couldn't believe myself, I took out some ointment and applied it to her. My younger sister's injuries were mainly on her waist and buttocks, with some scattered red spots on her thighs and calves. Without hesitation, I placed my entire palm on her body. Although I couldn't touch her private parts, I was satisfied just to enjoy her firm, elastic waist and hips. Looking at her still fair and tender crotch, I lingered in my fantasies about whether her private parts had ever been violated by a man. Before I knew it, I had been massaging her for a full twenty minutes, reluctant to stop. But then my younger sister's words startled me awake: "Brother-in-law, if you keep rubbing like that, you'll

rub my skin raw!" I apologized and took my leave: "Sorry, you should get some sleep. Cover yourself well." That last sentence almost gave me away. Luckily, my younger sister didn't know I had been peeping, otherwise, it would have been a huge mess.

The ringing of my phone woke me up. My wife reluctantly picked it up, and after a moment, she said irritably, "Fine!" and tossed the phone aside. She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "Honey, I have to work overtime today, so I can't take my sister shopping. If you like, go with her; if not, make her wait. I'll go with her another day." I pretended to be half asleep, grunted a few times, and then rolled over and "fell asleep." My wife had no idea how secretly pleased I was. She went off to work. As soon as I heard her lock the door, I jumped up and ran to my sister's room in my shorts and tank top. As usual, she hadn't turned off the air conditioner or locked the door. I knocked, but she didn't answer. I went in and saw her still lying face down, just like last night, except her hands were outside the blanket, which covered her thighs and lower back, exposing her entire back. Her large breasts were pressed down beneath her, and from my angle, I could only see large mounds of white flesh. She was still asleep. I don't know where I got the courage, but I pulled back her blanket. I saw that the red marks from last night's burns had faded by about 70-80%, and I felt relieved and overjoyed. She hadn't put on any clothes after applying the medicine last night, and now she was truly naked in front of me. But before I could even look down at her private parts, my penis was throbbing. She woke up, noticed the blanket was off, and instinctively rolled over, so she was now face to face with me. Her plump breasts swayed, and her nipples were erect. When she saw me, she was startled and quickly pulled the blanket over her chest, crossing her legs, as if afraid I would see her private parts again.

Previously, my wife and I had a fairly regular sex life, about two or three times a week. Because I went back to my hometown for my younger sister's wedding, we only had sex once every two weeks. Three days ago, when I wanted to do it again, my wife suddenly got her period, which made me incredibly frustrated. Plus, I'd been feeling incredibly aroused by my younger sister these past few days, but my wife was too tired to give me oral sex. I was almost at my breaking point. Seeing my younger sister half-naked and hiding, looking so pitiful, my primal lust exploded. Without thinking, I pounced on her, snatched the towel from her hands and threw it aside, pinned her hands down, and kissed her lips. My younger sister was terrified, unable to even scream, only making soft moans, which only fueled my desire. She clenched her teeth, afraid I would penetrate her. Seeing that I couldn't get her to go any further, I changed tactics and lowered my head to suckle her large breasts. I bit down on her left nipple, not too hard, afraid of hurting her, but my tongue teased and vibrated the tip. She could only desperately try to pull away, but lying on the bed, she had nowhere to escape, only able to sway from side to side. But wouldn't this only make her large breasts even more tempting? After licking for a while, she finally uttered her first words: "Ah! Brother-in-law! No! What are you doing?" I licked even more vigorously: "Don't move, let me kiss you, I'll take good care of you." She resisted fiercely with her legs, which only made it easier for me to separate them. She wasn't as strong as me, and I held her wrists down with one hand. I freed my right hand and kneaded her large breasts: "Little vixen, you're really good-looking, big and firm, much better than your sister." My sister wanted to scream, but I didn't stop her. I simply said, "Go ahead and scream, scream loudly, let everyone know that my family has a shameless little vixen who seduces her brother-in-law." My naive sister was frightened by me and didn't dare to shut up. She just begged in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, let me go, I'm scared!" I triumphantly released her large breasts, pulled down my shorts, and revealed a six-inch penis that was already swollen and red, ready to fight at any moment. It was aimed directly at my sister's unprotected private parts, just waiting for my command. My sister's lower body was pressed against me, and she hurriedly looked down. She didn't need to look to know that she should have seen a large glans the size of a ping-pong ball, red and purple, with a few strands of sticky fluid flowing from the urethral opening, wetting my sister's pubic hair. My younger sister was terrified: "Brother-in-law, no! How can I ever get married like this?!

I'm still a virgin!" I was surprised and looked down at her private parts. Sure enough, I saw a pink membrane still around the entrance, confirming what she said. I said, "You're divorced, what are you afraid of?!"

"

The implication was that even if she got married, it would be a remarriage, and the other party wouldn't naively believe that a remarried woman is a virgin.

The younger sister was speechless for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I spread her legs a little wider, and my erect penis attacked her secret passage, the glans pressing against her vulva, applying pressure. The younger sister cried and said, 'No! I can't do this with you! I'm your sister-in-law, you can't do this!' Her kicking had the opposite effect, making me even more destructive. I thrust my hips forward, but unexpectedly she suddenly twisted her body, and I thrust into her anus. I had seen her anus last night; it was very small and tight, not a sexual target at all. Coupled with her wailing, I suddenly lost my sexual desire, let her go, pulled up my pants, covered her with a towel, and held her without saying a word."

My little sister's crying gradually subsided, turning into sobs. I didn't let her go, and we held each other like that until noon. I finally got up and said to her, "Let me cook for you." My little sister's eyes were red: "No need, I'll cook. Just get me my clothes." I handed her the clothes, and she didn't even try to hide it. She turned her back, pulled down the blanket, and started dressing. Looking at her from behind, I realized this little devil's back was quite beautiful, with rounded shoulders and a smooth back. Occasionally, I could see a glimpse of her large, fleshy breasts swaying with her movements. I teased her, "Aren't you afraid I'll do it again?" My little sister stopped and said sadly, "It doesn't matter." Hearing this, I knew I had a chance, so I didn't rush her. I just hugged her from behind, rubbed her large breasts, and said, "Well, I'll wait for you to cook." My little sister weakly pulled my hand away: "Okay."

After lunch, my little sister washed the dishes and went back to bed to take another nap. Seeing that she still hadn't locked the door, I shamelessly lay down next to her. The younger sister didn't resist, shrinking into the corner of the bed with her back to me. I leaned over, reached under her armpits, and directly grasped her large, braless breasts, playing with them. Not satisfied with just that, I started scratching her nipples with my fingers. The younger sister protested, "Brother-in-law, how can I sleep like this!" I said,

"Then let's play around. Brother-in-law will teach you how to enjoy the pleasures of being a woman." She struggled a few times, but gave up when she couldn't break free, still saying unwillingly, "Don't do that. If my sister finds out we're doing that kind of thing, she'll be angry." I said again, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, how will she know?" The younger sister asked again, "What if I get pregnant?" Seeing that she had even considered these questions, I felt safe having sex with her, and immediately said,

"Just ejaculate outside." The younger sister turned around to face me, "Then remember, you have to ejaculate outside." I casually agreed and laid her flat. She obediently let me take off her clothes and pants, and soon she was lying naked on the bed, her face turned away from my eyes. I gazed at the body I had long coveted, knowing she would soon become my woman. The excitement was immense, especially since she was my sister-in-law. A brother-in-law cheating on his wife with his sister-in-law—that kind of thing was incredibly stimulating! I spread her legs and carefully examined her private parts. Her pubic hair was fine and short, barely thicker than a head hair. Her pink vulva was already oozing a clear, pale fluid. I said, "You little vixen, you said you wouldn't mess around with your brother-in-law, and now you're all wet." My sister-in-law, her secret exposed, blushed and said, "Don't look, you're so annoying." I said, "Fine, I won't look." I pressed myself against her, my penis aimed at her beautiful opening, the glans slightly inserted, stretching the entrance shut. My younger sister gasped, "Brother-in-law, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt." I nodded in agreement, lowered my hips, and my glans pierced her jade gate, beginning to penetrate her slippery cave. My sister cried out, "Ah! It hurts!" I told her, "It's a little painful the first time, don't be too nervous, take a deep breath, relax, you'll feel great in a moment." She nodded at me, took a few deep breaths, and relaxed her lower body. I took the opportunity to continue penetrating her, my big penis slowly inserting into her body, expanding her tight cave, until I reached a small fleshy mound: "Little vixen, brother-in-law has finally fucked you, I've reached your cervix." My younger sister said, "I can't take it anymore, it's so big, I can't breathe." My lust was rising, and I started thrusting, shaking my hips. "Little vixen, if you're this uncomfortable from being penetrated, how will you have children?" My younger sister's hips rose and fell with my movements, even her large breasts swayed, which aroused me greatly. She said, "No...no...I can't get pregnant...I can't have your children...I'm your sister-in-law..." I played with her large breasts, rubbing, kneading, and pinching them, shaping the two elastic mounds into whatever shape I liked, while my palms rubbed her nipples, arousing her lust as well. My younger sister's two little flesh gates opened and closed with my thrusts, each time squeezing out a little bit of white fluid, and the tender flesh inside gradually became engorged and red from the intense friction. I slowed down a bit and said to her, "Let's change positions, you be on top."

She immediately refused, "No, it's too embarrassing, you be on top." I thought, "You're too conservative, what a waste of such a great figure. I wanted to admire your breasts and hips." Since she didn't want to, I couldn't force her. Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, why rush? I sped up again, forcing her to breathe more and more rapidly, her face turning increasingly red. After

about ten minutes of this, I felt a numbness in my spine and a swelling in my perineum, knowing that was the prelude to ejaculation. This girl had just lost her virginity, so she probably didn't know what a man's state was like before he climaxed. Although she asked me not to ejaculate inside, how could I not do myself justice with such a rare opportunity? I decided to go all the way and be the bad guy. My sister-in-law was so aroused by me that she couldn't speak, her mouth agape, and she involuntarily twisted her hips. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I thrust my penis in as deep as possible, my glans releasing the pent-up semen of the past two weeks—thick, sticky, and plentiful, scalding hot semen shooting into her virgin uterus. My sister-in-law noticed my unusual expression, and with her sensitive cervix being violently ejaculated into, she immediately knew what was happening and screamed, "No! No! It's outside! I'll get pregnant!" The more she screamed, the tighter I pressed her down, almost forcing my testicles and six-inch penis into her body, subjecting her to unprecedented pressure and the effects of my bodily fluids.

My younger sister started crying, "Waaah...you lied to me...I gave myself to you, and you don't even love me..." I was still lost in the pleasure of ejaculating into my sister-in-law and ignored her. Only after I calmed down did I slowly pull out my penis, and with a "plop," a glob of yellowish-white semen, mixed with traces of blood, splattered onto the sheets from my sister-in-law's vagina. Satisfied, I kissed her face and said, "I'm sorry, it was just so good." She cried and said, "Remember to ejaculate outside next time, okay?" Hearing there was a next time, how could I refuse? I quickly agreed.

I picked my sister-in-law up and took her to the bathroom. She obediently stayed still, letting me wash and dry her body. I was overjoyed. Today was incredibly lucky. Not only did I get to sleep with my sister-in-law, but I could also play with her body to my heart's content. Wasn't that lucky? I wet her body, lathered it with soap, and began to caress her thoroughly, from her shoulders to her back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves. Moving to the front, I simply placed my hands on her large, fleshy breasts, refusing to leave. "Little sister," I said, "I've been drooling over this body of yours." Unexpectedly, she replied, "Now you've finally had your fill, are you satisfied?" I, still licking her nipples, said,

"You've had your fill, but you're not satisfied yet? If I could have it every day, that would be truly satisfying." She giggled, "Brother-in-law, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time." I asked, "What is it?" Without hesitation...

"I've liked you since I was little." I pressed, "Why didn't you say so sooner?" She laughed and said, "It's not too late now. Except for not letting anyone else know, we can still do 'that' together. If you want, I can give it to you anytime, but you can't get me pregnant, otherwise everything will be exposed." I said, "Either use a condom or withdraw, it's so boring." She hugged me back, "Brother-in-law, be good, when I can let you ejaculate inside me, I definitely won't refuse you."

After showering, I helped my sister wash the sheets to destroy the evidence, and my wife was helpless when she came back. That night, the three of us went out to eat, and the next day, Sunday, everything went as usual. On Monday, my husband and I went to work again, leaving my sister alone at home.

For the next few days, I didn't touch my sister again. I could only take advantage of the time when my wife was doing housework to pull my sister aside and rub her big breasts hard in my wife's blind spot, or rub her pert buttocks.

On Friday night, my wife was hanging laundry on the second-floor balcony. My younger sister came over, and there were a lot of clothes. I knew she wouldn't be down for a while, so I made an excuse to watch TV with her and ended up rolling around on the sofa with her. My wife smiled, picked up two large baskets of washed clothes, and went upstairs. I didn't dare watch her leave, afraid she'd notice something was wrong. Hearing the door click shut, I let out a wolfish howl and pounced on my younger sister. She giggled, "Brother-in-law, you're so bold! My sister's upstairs." I said, "Never mind, I'm starving." She was wearing a loose-fitting midi dress, which I quickly lifted to her waist, revealing her light blue panties. She laughed, "Haven't I satisfied you these past few days? I'm just a backup, you know." I didn't care. I pulled down my pants, raised my penis, and started teasing her vulva: "Now she's the backup."

The young woman said, "No, that's too blatant. At most... I'll just massage it for you with my hands." I heard my wife fiddling with the clothes hanger, knowing time was running out, and this really was too blatant, so I agreed to the young woman's suggestion. I sat down, and she casually pulled up her skirt, turned to the side, and leaned over my lower abdomen. She rolled her hands into circles, grasped my penis, and started moving it up and down. I was trying to listen to what was happening upstairs while enjoying the young woman's service, multitasking and unable to concentrate.

The young woman looked up at me, and her large breasts were squeezed into a deep cleavage through her wide neckline, constantly changing their outlines, swaying from side to side, rising and falling. It made me itch with desire. It turns out that peeping can be quite enjoyable!

The younger sister worked hard, but lacking experience, her efforts were inefficient. I heard my wife close the balcony door upstairs, knowing she would be back soon. I wanted to stop, but couldn't bear to give up the younger sister's service. I gritted my teeth, pointed at my penis, and said, "Little vixen, kiss me." The younger sister knew time was running out, and without thinking, she lowered her head and kissed me. And that wasn't all; her lips clamped around the tip of my penis, gently sucking, driving me to the brink of climax. I felt my testicles twitch violently, and my semen shot out. Just then, the younger sister sucked hard, and with the pressure, it all came out into her mouth.

The doorknob turned slightly, and I quickly stood up, turning my back to the door, pretending to be nonchalant as I walked towards the bathroom. My wife was right behind me, unaware that my pants had been pulled down in the front, my still-soft penis dangling precariously between my legs, covered in her sister's saliva and my semen, all sticky and teetering on the verge of falling. As I stepped into the bathroom, I glanced back at my younger sister. She was staring at me too, her cheeks puffed out. She tilted her head back, swallowed my semen with a gulp, and cleaned up the mess before leaving. My wife was sitting where I'd been, having sex with my younger sister. She said she had to work overtime again tomorrow. I asked her why she always worked on Saturdays, and she said her boss was inspecting our work, and we had to work six days a week this month. While I complained to my boss and urged my wife to rest, I secretly gloated. Tomorrow I could sneak off to play with my little vixen again! My wife watched TV for a while, yawned a few times, went to bed, and reminded my sister and me to take care of ourselves and not overwork. I thought to myself, "You really care about your husband, but when I'm tired, it's because I'm serving your vixen sister!" After her older sister went into the room and closed the door, my younger sister reached out and pinched my thigh hard: "You stinky brother-in-law! You made me eat such disgusting stuff!" I endured the pain and let her vent her anger before asking, "What's wrong? If you don't like it, just spit it out." She put her hand under my crotch and felt the soft flesh: "Spit it out where? You've taken up the bathroom, do you want me to spit it into your cup?" I was speechless and could only comfort her, saying, "Don't be angry, semen is rich in protein, just treat it as a supplement." She was skeptical: "Really?" I said, "Of course it's true!" Actually, I didn't understand these things. Someone said it online, so I just quoted it. Who knows if it's true or not?

In any case, having just ejaculated, I couldn't "play" anymore that night. Even though I was unwilling, I could only rub my younger sister's big breasts a few times to finish. Fortunately, her sexual desire hadn't been suppressed yet, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to complete my homework.

It was Saturday again. My wife went to work on time, but my younger sister was already awake, just lying in bed. I tiptoed into her room, and when she saw me, she said, "Brother-in-law, you're so energetic!" I replied,

"To take care of you two sisters, I need both 'energy' and 'strength'." She chuckled.

"Brother-in-law, I think my fertile period might be starting. I've been thinking about doing 'that' with you a lot these past few days. Do you think I'm a bad woman?" I said, "You're in your twenties. It's abnormal if you don't want to do 'that'." After saying that, I pounced on her, pulled back the blanket, and saw that she was only wearing a small pair of panties. I teased her, "You dressed like that, are you already ready to welcome your brother-in-law's big cock?" She said, "No, I always sleep like that." I already knew that. I had spied on her when she first came. She did like to sleep naked. I just said, "So you've always been ready to be penetrated by men, right?" The little sister said, "Go away, you're being indecent." I said, "Don't you like me? I've always been indecent." The little sister was held down by me and didn't struggle. She just said in a mosquito-like voice, "Brother-in-law, I want to try what an orgasm feels like." I recalled the last time we made love. My orgasm came earlier. Since she had no sexual experience, it was expected that she wouldn't be able to enjoy an orgasm. I said, "Okay, this time I'll make you feel good." The little sister obediently lay down and stopped talking. I pulled the covers up, slipped into bed, and cupped her right breast in my left hand, flicking my index finger rapidly at the nipple. At the same time, I took her left breast into my mouth, sucking and licking it, making her writhe like a snake: "Oh, it tickles, brother-in-law… mmm… it tickles, but I love it." My right hand wasn't idle either, exploring downwards, kneading her vulva through her panties. She raised her chin, making soft moaning sounds, and unconsciously lifted her buttocks, suspending her vulva and offering it directly to my hand. Her large breasts were soft yet firm, standing proudly even when lying down, trembling in waves when I stimulated them. Her vulva was no less impressive; perhaps it was naturally different from her sister's. Her sister needed a while to become wet, but with just a touch of my vulva and a few gentle teasings, her clitoris would overflow. As I was working on her, she said, "Brother-in-law, do you know that last night when I was with your little brother, I was already soaking wet down there, but I couldn't get it, which kept me up all night." I continued, asking, "Can't you comfort yourself?" She retorted:

"How do I do it? I really don't know. Before, I could just touch her clitoris a few times and I would calm down. But last night, nothing I did worked, and it only made me feel worse." I said, "Of course, your sister has tasted a real penis before, so how could she be easily satisfied with just a massage like this?" She laughed breathlessly, "It's all your fault, you've spoiled my sister." I used a retreat as a strategy and suddenly let her go, "Then forget it, I won't do it anymore." She hurriedly hugged me, "Don't go, I'm feeling good." I took off my own clothes and then took off her wet panties, let her lie flat, knelt between her legs, lifted her knees with both hands, and pressed them down slightly, so that her legs were separated, and her private parts were exposed to me. I moved my hips, looking for the best angle, and my big penis first touched my little sister's anus. She cried out, "Not there! No! Higher!" I raised my hips a little higher, found her vulva, and slowly and powerfully lowered it, the glans of my penis closing the two small flesh gates, and entered her body. This was my younger sister's second time making love, and her vagina was incredibly tight. This time, I was well-prepared; my penis was thick, long, hard, and hot. Even with ample lubrication, I still felt considerable pressure, even a slight pain. She gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, as if trying to tear it apart, enduring the immense force I exerted to close her vagina. My penis didn't penetrate very deeply, so I pulled back an inch. My younger sister cried out, "No, I want more!" I then plunged in again, repeating this dozens of times until her body gradually adjusted to the insertion. Only then did I continue to probe deeper, using the nine shallow, one deep technique to drive a woman to ecstasy. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were incessant, accompanied by the sizzling sounds of her vaginal fluids. When my younger sister first closed her mouth, she covered it, too afraid to make a sound. I told her, "If it feels good, just moan! Enjoy it to the fullest; that's the best kind of orgasm." She listened to me, tried to call out, but was afraid, saying, "I'm not that kind of slutty woman." I said, "You seduced your brother-in-law into bed, and you say you're not a slutty woman?" Then I thrust my hips hard, making her open her mouth and cry out, "Ouch! You're too rough!" I encouraged her, "Yes, that's it. Tell me how you feel; don't be shy." My younger sister moaned softly. Not satisfied, I thrust into her a few more times, and she finally couldn't help but shout out, "Mmm!" After twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt a bit exhausted. After all, my little sister's body was still too tight, and the resistance was much greater than that of her older sister. I said to her, "Little vixen, it's your turn to be on top." She said, "No, it's too embarrassing." Without saying a word, I pulled out my penis, lay down on the bed, and said, "Want it or not?" My little sister looked at my erect penis, hesitated for a few seconds, climbed on top of me, and still stubbornly said, "You're so annoying." I thrust my hips forward, and she instinctively put her hands under her crotch, held my penis, aligned the glans with her vulva, and slowly sat down, her beautiful vagina taking my penis in. I looked up and saw her two large, fleshy mounds swaying in front of me. The sight of her surging breasts made my penis swell even more, stretching her already tight vagina even more. Her two red nipples rolled incessantly, and I held one in each hand, pinching them between my fingers, sometimes flicking, sometimes teasing, sometimes tugging at them, while my palms pressed against her large, elastic breasts, truly captivating. My younger sister was rising and falling, swaying from side to side, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She involuntarily raised her chin, fully experiencing the feeling of being stretched open by her brother-in-law's penis. I felt her vaginal opening twitching and contracting, knowing she was about to climax. I deliberately said, "Aren't you excited? Don't hold back, let yourself fly." The little sister may have lost consciousness, her body leaning back, her hands that were supporting her chest now supporting her on the bed behind her, her knees tightly clamping my ribs, her buttocks rising and falling wildly, her beautiful vagina rapidly and powerfully manipulating my penis. From my angle, I could watch without any obstruction the scene of my penis going in and out of her beautiful vagina, pulling out countless white foams, and the raindrops hitting my glans were undoubtedly from the impact of her cervix. My younger sister cried out, "Brother-in-law, my lower body feels so uncomfortable, like it's on fire." I was incredibly excited myself, and I thrust into her a few times. "Go ahead and burn, just relax." My younger sister hummed in response, her buttocks meeting the onslaught of my penis, her beautiful hole plunging down hard. With the last thrust, her whole body shuddered, tensing up as if having a cramp, and then she squeezed me tightly, her beautiful hole contracting repeatedly, and she cried out, "Ah..." I also reached my climax, holding her buttocks, letting her beautiful hole and my penis make the deepest and most intimate contact, and roared, "I'm coming too!" My glans throbbed a few times inside her, and my semen gushed out, bursting straight into her cervix.

After the climax subsided, my younger sister, whether unwilling or unable to get up, shifted to a prone position and said,

"Brother-in-law, was that the climax? I'm so relieved." I patted her buttocks: "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." She asked, "What if my sister finds out?" I said, "We'll just keep it a secret." We chatted for a while, and my penis slowly softened, sliding out of her vagina with a hiss. The air inside her vagina forced out a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, which sprayed out and landed all over me. Seeing this, my younger sister laughed and grabbed some tissues from the bedside table to wipe me clean.

After breakfast, we both felt a bit stronger. Seeing how comfortable my younger sister had looked earlier, I suggested we both be naked and face each other in the house. She refused, saying, "Brother-in-law, don't go too far. We've already gone beyond a normal relationship." I gave her the loose-fitting midi dress, not letting her wear underwear or a bra, and watched her tremble as she did housework from the sofa. I imagined her beautiful body climaxing under my touch, and this kind of fantasy had a strange kind of pleasure, making me even more aroused. Around

noon, I couldn't hold back anymore. Seeing my younger sister busy in the kitchen, I quietly went over, grabbed her, and pinned her against the wall, pulling her dress up behind her back, revealing her white, tender buttocks. The battlefield from our morning's intense encounter had been cleaned, but there were still some red marks. No wonder, who told me to be so rough? My little sister knew what I wanted to do, of course, but she wasn't in the mood yet and wasn't too willing to do it with me again right away. She shook her head, wanting to say no. I covered her mouth from behind with my left hand, and rubbed her breasts a few times with my right hand, stirring up a "wave of breasts." Then I pulled down my pants and slapped my penis against her buttocks, creating waves—a real "butt wave." I bent down slightly and inserted my penis into my little sister's beautiful hole from behind: "Ah, you little vixen, your brother-in-law is here to fuck you again. Are you satisfied?" My little sister didn't answer, but just pressed her forehead against the wall, silently accepting my assault. I didn't think too much about it. I gripped her slender yet voluptuous waist with both hands, moving her hips left and right, back and forth, thrusting my penis in and out with great amplitude. My lower abdomen bumped against her beautiful buttocks, the plump waves rising up her waist before disappearing. My penis appeared and disappeared between her buttocks, making slapping sounds. White, lustful fluid increased, some even dripping to the ground. Beads of sweat appeared on her back. I pulled her skirt up higher for her, but she didn't stop there. She pulled the skirt over her head, took it off, and casually tossed it onto the sofa in the living room. I didn't hold back either, moving my hands from her waist to her chest, firmly playing with her large breasts in my hands. I loved the little vixen's breasts so much—big, firm, and elastic, truly perfect! She was very satisfied with the onslaught of my penis. Although she didn't say it, her constantly thrusting buttocks back completely betrayed her. Every time I slowed my pace, she would eagerly explore my penis with her buttocks, as if she wanted to swallow it completely. I had just ejaculated once that morning, so I wasn't likely to climax easily. This time, I fucked her for a full fifteen minutes in the kitchen without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. She was exhausted, her legs were weak, and she said,

"Brother-in-law, I can't stand anymore." I put her on the ground, her beautiful legs on my shoulders. I was taller than her, so when I leaned forward, her vagina formed an angle perfectly aligned with my penis. This position allowed for the deepest penetration. I could not only reach her cervix but also push it even deeper. "How is it? Is it deep enough?" She couldn't speak, she could only nod in response. I could also feel that in this position, her legs enhanced the already high tightness of her vagina. My excitement was unbelievable. Even at the sweetest times with my wife, I would only do it twice a day at most, and I would never be so crazy as to do it again in the morning and then again at noon, lifting up my clothes and thrusting in in the kitchen. This was unimaginable. Is this the thrill of forbidden sex between brother-in-law and sister-in-law? It doesn't matter anymore, because I'm being squeezed so tightly by this little vixen I'm about to burst. I subconsciously count down: five! four! three! two! ... Just at this crucial moment, the door lock clicked. All my focus was on that one thing, it was the last second, I couldn't stop now. I didn't care about anything else, I just had to ejaculate! I roared, "I'm ejaculating!" I pinned the little vixen down, my penis thrusting powerfully into the core of her beautiful vagina, my glans wide open, and my semen shot into my sister-in-law's uterus once more.

The wife saw her younger sister's skirt on the sofa, confused. Hearing shouts from the kitchen, she rushed over and froze, stammering, "Husband...sister...you guys..."

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