There is a sister-in-law in the family

My family lives in a small mountain village .
My parents, older brother, and sister-in-law are all family members. We're considered a well-off and happy family. That day, I had just been admitted to the county
's top high school. Everyone in the family was very happy. For people from mountain villages, getting into a high school in the city means you've made something of yourself. So my mother cooked a delicious meal, and my father bought
a bottle of liquor. It felt like New Year's Day at home.

At the dinner table, Dad drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also had a little with him. I wanted to have some too, out of curiosity, seeing everyone enjoying themselves
. But Mom stopped me. Later, Dad said I could have a little, so I happily picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp.
It was so spicy, it felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy, and it made me feel like a real man. When we finished eating and left, Mom had to help
Dad home, and my brother was helped home by my sister-in-law. (In the countryside, everyone lives together.) And me? I hadn't drunk much, just felt a bit warm all over, but I wasn't
dizzy. I went back to my room, didn't even wash my feet, and lay down on the bed. But I could
n't fall asleep, tossing and turning, feeling incredibly excited. After a while, my mother, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed, lost in thought, when she pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright?
I told you not to drink. A little kid shouldn't be learning to drink."
I retorted, "What do you mean 'little'? In the old days, 16-year-olds already had children. I'm a man." My mother laughed. "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man." My mind was still a bit sluggish from drinking, and I really
didn't know what a real man was, but I refused to back down, stubbornly saying, "I don't care, I am a man." My mother smiled and said, "Okay, okay,
our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing her dismissive tone, I became even angrier.

Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink briefs and naked from the waist up, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, "
Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens people. Normally, I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed my mother
's hand, and pulled her down onto me.

I held my mother's half-naked body, then rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and began to struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around
; in those days, only a fool in the countryside would believe in incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. I took this opportunity to forcefully pull down my mother
's panties.

My mother started to notice my abnormality. She grabbed my panties with one hand and pushed against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop it
, get off Mommy." I ignored her completely and continued pulling at her panties. In our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap"
—my mother's old panties had gloriously fallen apart. I then climbed on top of her and started taking off my own underwear. I tossed it aside and began
poking around at her genitals. My mother started struggling violently, repeatedly saying, "Chenchen, you've had too much to drink! I'm your mother! Get off me, I'm
angry!" I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you what a man I am now." Then, with one hand on my mother and the other
guiding my 18-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the entrance. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance
. I aimed my penis, lowered my hips, and entered a warm place.

The moment I entered her, Mom's body stiffened, then deflated like a punctured balloon, ceasing all struggle and simply staring blankly. Taking advantage of this moment, I thrust
my penis deep into her vagina, then straddled her and began piston-like movements. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! So comfortable
! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of Mom's vagina, I worked even harder,
the sounds of "slap slap" echoing in the room. Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a drug-like feeling, an orgasm,
experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but simply a woman, a woman who could give me an orgasm, a woman
who made me a man.

After I ejaculated into my mother's vagina, she stirred again. She pushed me off her and said, "Get off me, I want to go back."

"Go." Little did she know that with that push, she felt the penis inside her vagina harden again. After all, she was young, and it was her first time, so
it was normal for her to recover quickly. Actually, her mother was at the age where she was very sexually active, and her mother in her forties rarely had sex.

People in the countryside get married very young, and don't expect the men in the family to have the energy to "cultivate the mother's field" after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally,
after I slept with my mother to release my pent-up desires, she was left in a state of limbo. But that's how rural women are; they don't really have orgasms. They're basically just there to release the man's pent-up desires and give birth to children.

Feeling me get hard again, she was still somewhat expectant, so she half-heartedly let me work on her again. Actually, she also had a
"what the heck" mentality; since she'd already done it, doing it again wouldn't hurt. Once you've done it once, doing it again is only natural. So this time, Mom
didn't resist; she just silently endured the pleasure brought by the repeated thrusts from the man on top of her, her son.

I continued to experience my mother's vagina and soft body, as well as the firm breasts rubbing against my chest. Although my mother was not very good-looking and her skin was
a bit dark, she had a curvy figure, so she wasn't entirely without merit. In those days in the countryside, it was hard to get married if you didn't have a big bottom!

This time I lasted even longer, thrusting hard into my mother's buttocks again and again, wishing I could tear it apart. My mother was also panting heavily, her legs wrapped around
my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly dark face flushed, and her eyes filled with lust.

As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, my mother's legs tightened, and she arched her back to facilitate my penetration. Then her body
stiffened, accompanied by a long moan from her. I felt her vagina contract violently, and the pleasure intensified. I
ejaculated deep into her vagina again, feeling the scalding liquid spray onto my glans, giving me a feeling of ecstasy.

When I came to my senses again, I saw my mother staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over and lay down on the bed, my penis
making a "pop" sound as I pulled out, but my mother didn't move. I was too tired to pay attention and fell asleep.

The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was a little confused, then
reached out and touched her genitals. The hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact of my penis, the pubic hair around my labia was pressed tightly against
the base of my thighs, leaving my labia exposed with traces of intercourse with my son the day before.

At this moment, the mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do after such a thing happened. If others found out, she would be beaten to death. Then she turned to
look at her son, who was still fast asleep. She felt helpless and didn't know how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about
her at all now, she still had to be a dutiful wife. But what happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right?

After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems. Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any
solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to avoid arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom also thought that
maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to study in the city and would rarely come home in the future.

Thinking about this, her mind shifted, recalling the feeling from yesterday's last time. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered, her slightly dark face
regaining its rosy hue. It wasn't until Dad got up and called her that Mom stopped her thoughts and quickly started cooking.

I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Luckily it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched,
feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was stuck together. I then remembered what I had done yesterday and felt
a little scared. What would I do when I saw my mother? I was too afraid to leave the room for a moment. Later, I had to pee, so I gritted my teeth and opened the door.

After leaving the house, I didn't care about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. Little did I know, what I feared most was exactly what happened. I rushed into the toilet without noticing anyone was inside.
Just as I pulled down my underwear to pee, I realized my mother had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was incredibly embarrassing; my mother and I both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes just wouldn't cooperate.

The dead man glanced at his mother's genitals again and saw that his mother's genitals were still unwashed, looking at the clump of pubic hair stuck together.

My penis was starting to throb, and when Mom saw it was erect, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of
my daze, looked at my erect penis, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I already didn't know how to face my mom, and now this is even worse," I thought helplessly. Finally, I finished peeing, pulled up my underwear, and went out to wash
up. And so began my summer vacation—an awkward one. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just my mom and me at home. So,
until I went to school in the city, I never touched my mom even a hair's breadth again.

I tried to comfort myself by thinking that what happened that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last forever. But what cat, once it's tasted something fishy
, will never want to leave again? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. But repression always has an end, and once it does, it's absolutely
unstoppable.

Time flies, and summer vacation ended in an awkward atmosphere. That day, Mom just helped me pack and didn't say a word to me. It wasn't until the next
day, when I was riding in Dad's tricycle, that Mom called out from behind, "Behave yourself in the city, take care of yourself, listen to your teachers, and don't
worry Mom." Looking at Mom's red eyes, my throat went dry. I nodded and turned away, afraid I would cry.
The mountain village was poor, but it was where I grew up. Now that I was leaving, I realized how reluctant I was to leave, how reluctant I was to leave everything here. Even though I knew
I could come back during the holidays, I couldn't stop the sadness.

With these feelings in mind, I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything
comes in waves. Coupled with curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness.

Although it was just a small county town, I felt like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, full of curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with
the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory and paid my tuition, and thus began my high school life.

In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also
influenced by my friends from the city to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew ridicule from my friends. Later, I
argued with them a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother.

Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I asked her
and found out that her mother was the vice chairman of the county political consultative conference, and her father was the former director of the anti-corruption bureau who was investigated and punished. It's said that he was involved in embezzlement and bribery. Now, her mother is the head of the household.
At that time, I was in awe of her.

Think about it, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world meets someone who, in my opinion, is the son of a high-ranking official. How could he not be respectful and try to curry favor with them? Later, he
found out that the vice chairman of the CPPCC was considered a "high-ranking official." As for how he found out, that's a long story.

That was in the second semester of my first year of high school. This friend of mine wasn't doing well in school, so he often asked me questions and copied my homework. I always obliged, so we
were really close friends, and we still are. That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea doing business.

After he took me home, that guy rudely made me do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play,
saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be home for a while, so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I stopped worrying about being mistaken for a thief and obediently did
my homework.

Around 3 PM, I heard the door open. I thought it was my friend coming back, so I didn't pay much attention and continued working. Around 4 PM,
I finally finished my homework. I stretched and stretched my neck, and then I remembered, "Didn't that guy come back? Why didn't he come in?" Could it be
a thief? Thinking about this, I got a little scared, but I was still curious about who had come in. So I opened the door and carefully went out.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on, so I boldly walked over and pushed it open.

Upon entering, one could see a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She had only taken off her clothes, her bra was half-open, and her lower body was only partially exposed, revealing half of her buttocks.

I thought to myself, "This must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much. I wonder what she looks like." So I mustered up my courage and went to the other side to take a look. And what I saw
made my penis engorged. It turned out that she had taken off her bra, revealing her snow-white breasts.

I took a deep breath before shifting my attention to her face. She was prettier than my mother, that was my first thought upon seeing her. Although she was
older than my mother, she was well-maintained, with fair skin, a few wrinkles around her eyes, small lips, and neatly shaped willow-leaf eyebrows. Overall, she looked like a very delicate woman
, yet she also had an incredibly mature body. As I looked at her, my penis became very hard.

My eyes then swept over her lower body. Her pants were pulled down a little, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. This time, I couldn't resist any longer. After all, I
hadn't touched a woman since I slept with my mother. Now, faced with such temptation, I simply couldn't resist. At that moment,
thoughts like "What if my friend comes back?" or "What if his mother suddenly wakes up?" filled my mind.

I reached out my trembling hand, grabbed her half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was quite rough with the pants, but she didn't wake up,
probably because she had drunk too much. I managed to pull off her pants without any problems.

Looking at this body that was so alluring to me, I eagerly took off my clothes, and then, naked with my penis erect, I laid her body
flat, pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and climbed onto her body, feeling her smooth skin and her watery body.

I was panting heavily, one hand holding my penis, and I started trying to enter her. I first rubbed the head of my penis back and forth on her labia until her breathing became
heavy and a little bit of fluid started to appear on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist,
pulled off her bra, and started pounding into her.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on my waist, her hands gripping the sheets as she endured my thrusts. I also enjoyed
the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest, not to mention her beautiful skin, large breasts, and her smooth, tight vagina. The combination of these sensations was simply
too amazing, and I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back.

Because I especially wanted to experience the same sense of accomplishment that made my mother orgasm, I wanted to make the woman beneath me orgasm as well. This would demonstrate that I was a man, and a
very strong kind of male vanity at that. So I worked extra hard, and my aunt let out soft moans. Listening to her moans as my penis thrust in and
out, like accompaniment, rising and falling with each of my thrusts, I became even more excited.

I lifted myself up, watching my penis go in and out of my aunt's vagina, the white foam it brought out, and the sound of water. My pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and I felt that I was
about to climax, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust hard, and she arched her body.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot liquid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't resist the pleasure either, and I pressed hard against her vagina
, my semen gushing deep into her uterus. I felt a sense of emptiness, so I lay on top of her to rest and savor the moment, while she breathed heavily. The room
suddenly became quiet.

After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up. She looked at me calmly and said, "Had enough? Get off." I
hurriedly and clumsily got up, my penis making a sound as it left her. Hearing this, I felt embarrassed. She
laughed at my reaction, "Kids these days are really something. This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in
?" So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that it was over, and that I could
come over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly approved of our relationship and that I could come over often.

It sounds unbelievable, but I later learned from other friends that she's not exactly promiscuous; several high-ranking officials have been sleeping with her from time to time. That
explained why she didn't seem to mind. She probably thought I was young and wanted to try something new. After all, I'm 180cm tall now, and my body is quite robust from farm work.

She has wheat-colored skin and a very masculine appearance, so it's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me.

So I would visit my friend's house from time to time. In order to meet his mother, I would often help him with his homework. The reward, well, was his mother's body.
I often comforted myself with this thought. After we had been together for a while, she told me that her name was Sun Meiya. In short, this year was wonderful for me, so wonderful that it was unreal. Of course,
something even more wonderful happened afterward.

Not long after I returned home for the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my penis, which had been soaked in Aunt Meiya's vagina, couldn't take it anymore. Sometimes I would relieve myself with my hand, but
after a few times, I lost interest. It's really hard to be without a woman.

This summer vacation, my dad and brother often went to sell cotton. Actually, it wasn't just our family; everyone in the village was involved in the trade, so they were often away from home. This made my
restless heart even more unsettled. I often thought of Meiya, and then of my mother, and of what happened last year. I couldn't suppress
the lust in my heart any longer, so I made up my mind to have sex with my mother again. And so I longed for the night to come.

Finally, night fell as I had been waiting. After dinner, I waited in my room for my chance. Around 10 p.m., I heard my mother calling my sister-in-law to bed
. My sister-in-law had just given birth four months ago, so my mother slept with her to watch over the baby. But this didn't stop my
determination to have my mother; I desperately wanted a woman.

After I waited until there was no sound from my mother's room, I quietly got up, without even putting on my clothes, and walked towards my mother's room with my penis erect. When I got to the door, I gently pushed it
open. The room was dark. After I went inside, I quietly closed the door and then slowly walked to the bedside in the dark.

But then I was stumped again. I didn't know which one was my mom. I hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed (the beds in the farmhouses are very big and can fit four people).
I stopped guessing which one was my mom and just looked at the one on the outside, which was closest to me, so I moved closer to her.

I listened to the woman's breathing next to me, reached out and touched her breast (people in the countryside usually sleep shirtless, wearing only underwear), pushed the sheet further in
, got up, and climbed onto the woman.

As soon as I lay on top of the woman, she woke up. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. It's Chenchen. It's
not good to wake everyone up." The woman stiffened when she heard my voice. I didn't care if she made another sound, so I let go of her mouth and started taking off her underwear. Perhaps
she really didn't want to wake anyone, because she didn't dare to move and just stood there stiffly until I pulled her underwear off. Then she struggled a little and whispered, "
Don't do this. Mom will kill me if she finds out." I recognized my sister-in-law's voice and felt a little happy. I could have another taste. So I whispered in her ear
, "In our hometown dialect, there's a saying: 'A sister-in-law's buttocks are half of a brother's.' Today, let me use that half." After saying that, I ignored
her, spread her legs, and inserted my lower body between her legs.

Then I held my penis with one hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia, while kneading her breasts with the other hand. When her labia started to get wet, I
thrust in hard. My sister-in-law let out a "humph" because of the sudden movement, and then she was quiet. I started thrusting.

Perhaps because I used too much force, the bed made a "squeaking" sound. My sister-in-law got upset and used her legs to push against my waist, preventing me from doing anything more. She said if she woke up
Mom, she wouldn't be able to face anyone. Of course, I wasn't happy about that. What was I supposed to do, stuck in this limbo? After thinking for a while, I
whispered in her ear, "Hold onto my waist, I'll pick you up, and we'll go to my room." She was initially reluctant, but seeing that I wasn't going to let her off so easily, she reluctantly
agreed. So, I held my sister-in-law, my penis still tightly connected to her vagina, opened the door, and then casually closed it behind me, and started having sex with
her as we walked.

My sister-in-law had never tried this before. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her vagina contracting tightly, and she was making faint moans. We maintained this
position until we walked into my room, and then I felt free to start cultivating my sister-in-law's fertile field. At first, she was a little restrained, but after giving me two orgasms,
she willingly rode on top of me and bounced around.

Because I hadn't been with a woman in so long, I ended up staying up with my sister-in-law until after 3 a.m., and she experienced an intense, ecstatic pleasure because of my various techniques.

Chao and I fought to the very end.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My sister-in-law was still asleep on me because she was too tired from the day before. Looking at her peaceful face, I
realized that she was quite pretty, the kind of woman whose beauty grows on you.

I checked the time again after a while, and seeing it was getting late, I shook my sister-in-law awake. She blushed a little at our current position, quickly climbed off me, and sat down
beside me, head down, avoiding my gaze. I didn't mind, and then called out, "Alright, why are you looking down? Is your little wife afraid to face her husband? Go see
if Mom's home. If not, get me something to eat. We spent so much time together yesterday; I need to eat something nourishing." Actually, I was being deliberately affectionate;
I wanted her to hear the words of a husband and wife. I wanted her to get used to me. I hadn't been without progress in the year I'd been in the city. Habits are powerful. Once my sister-in-law
got used to my tone, used to me being on top of her, used to me bossing her around, then subconsciously she would see me as her man. That would be
perfectly reasonable. So I wanted her to get used to me, not just her, but also my mother.

Just like Aunt Meiya did for me, indulging me and satisfying my every whim. Once I get used to it, I'll feel very uncomfortable and
unaccustomed when I can't see her anymore or when she spoils me as much. I want them to get used to me so that when I climb into their bed, they'll spread their legs and open their vaginas, waiting for my entry. Just thinking about that kind of life is
wonderful. Watching my sister-in-law's departing figure, I secretly cheered myself up, thinking that the future was bright and that happiness was within my grasp.

Not long after, my father and brother came home, and my rendezvous with my sister-in-law came to an end. During this time, every night I would half-force my sister-in-law to take me back to
her room. Every day I would have sex with her and suckle her breasts, so her resistance got weaker and weaker each time. Now she basically just acquiesces to me climbing on her body
.

After Dad and my brother came back, Mom and my sister-in-law went back to their respective rooms. After dinner that night, I watched my brother put his arm around my sister-in-law's waist as we
went back to our room. I felt a little sad. It seemed that this half was still half, and my brother would have to use it too. Of course, I only thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework.

Because of my recent romantic time with my sister-in-law, I haven't done my homework. Now it's August, so I need to catch up. Since my dad and brother came back,
I've been doing my homework until after midnight every day.

That day, I had just finished my tasks for the day and went out for some fresh air. I went up to the roof to look at the night sky. I had only been looking for a short while when I heard my dad's door open.
Then I saw my mom come out. Hmm, it looked like she was going to the bathroom. My heart warmed, so I quietly went down from the roof and walked to the bathroom door. I heard
the sound of water running inside, and then I mustered up my courage and went in.

After Mom finished urinating, she stood up and saw me walk in. She said, "Chenchen, you're still not asleep? Staying up late is bad for your health. Go to sleep after you're done using the toilet."
She was about to leave when I pulled her into my arms and reached out to touch her labia. Mom pushed her hand away, saying
, "What are you doing, Chenchen? Don't be silly," and struggled.

Ignoring my mother's struggles, I reached out and scooped her up in my arms, saying, "Come on, let's go to my room. I missed you, Mom." To be honest, I
'm getting bolder and bolder these days. By now, I almost believe I can get any woman into bed. As soon as my mother heard this, she remembered what she did last summer, and her struggles
weakened. She often reminisced about the feeling of that orgasm, while my father only did it occasionally, and each time it was just him releasing his own pent-up desire. Moreover, since he
started selling cotton, he's basically stopped doing it, so she also had a certain longing for it.

It wasn't until I put my mother on my bed that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but
when I was on top of her, she realized that she couldn't break free, so she stopped resisting. I was also very excited. I took off my mother's panties, held my penis, and
rubbed it against my mother's labia, trying to make her produce vaginal fluid before we did it.

As soon as I touched her labia, I felt that they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at
the entrance of her vagina, lowered my hips, and easily entered deep inside. Her vagina was very slippery, which made me even more certain that my father had probably been there. But I didn't
care. I picked my mother up and had her sit on my lap, so she was on top.

But Mom was confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative and started thrusting into her. That night, Mom didn't go home, just like last time.

Same as last time, but the difference is that we did more than last time, just like the first time with my sister-in-law. My mom and I worked until 3 a.m.

One day, my mother didn't say a word, but silently cooperated and accepted every challenge I made. From then on, my mother seemed to have tacitly accepted our relationship, which puzzled
me. How could my mother accept me so easily? I didn't understand this question until I went to college.

After that summer vacation ended, my mother would come to visit me at school every other week. My mother and I would stay in a hotel and do things like husband and wife. My sister-in-law
got pregnant not long after my brother left. Later, my sister-in-law said that the child was probably mine. She said that my brother had only done it with her three times when he was at home, and the rest of the time I
did it with her when my brother was not at home. But I was young at the time and didn't care. After that, I forgot about it.

Throughout high school, I was caught between my aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law. My physical needs were met, and I had no other desires. My studies were
also quite good. This continued until I went to university. My father and brother's businesses were also doing very well, and they were away from home for even longer periods.

During my first year of university, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy was self-funded, a rich person). My mother
and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me.

By my sophomore year of college, I had moved out and rented an apartment. My mother also moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's arrival started our
life like that of a married couple. Although we didn't have sex every night, we did go crazy every now and then. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to do it every day.

My sister-in-law often comes to visit me, saying she'll look after my mother's two grandsons. Then she asks me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always end up at a hotel,
we don't see many tourist attractions, but we learn all the hotels and guesthouses.

Overall, university life is wonderful, but of course there's also some less pleasant news. For example, one time last night, Aunt Meiya, whom I love, suddenly
told me that she had aborted both of our children. When I didn't say anything, she explained that she stopped letting anyone else sleep with her after we'd been together for a year, and that the children were mine. She also said she
couldn't give birth because the pressure was too great. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in the public sector, so don't blame me for not telling you.

In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was really in a bad mood. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but it was just discomfort. After a while, I
was still carefree and moving between the three women.

I got married shortly after graduating from university. My job was found for me through my aunt Meiya's connections. My wife is my sister-in-law's cousin. She graduated from high school but didn't
go to university because she didn't have the money. She's a strong and cheerful girl.

By the time I was 28 and my first child was born, my mother had stopped having sex with my sister-in-law, except for the occasional encounter. My relationship
with Aunt Meiya was also intermittent. Now, we're more like a long-married couple; sex is no longer our primary need. We cherish our time together and occasionally
reminisce about the past through sex. Although I feel guilty towards my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up.
I think Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way!

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