The ambiguous relationship between me and my brother-in-law

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Sis, your house is so small, there's only one bed. How are we supposed to sleep at night?"

"Right now it's just me and your brother-in-law, and we don't have any kids. The house is small, but this bed is still quite big. Your brother-in-law is working overtime tonight and won't be back until nine o'clock."

"Oh, by the way, you haven't met your brother-in-law yet!"

"Go take a shower first!"

My sister's house is very simple. The bathroom only has a shower head, and a tattered curtain covers the door.

"Is your brother-in-law busy at work?"

"kindness!"

My sister is a typical rural woman who is introverted, taciturn, hardworking, and capable. Although she is uneducated, she has a unique kind of beauty.

My family says my brother-in-law is very handsome and honest, but his family wasn't well-off, which is why he married my sister, a girl from the countryside. He's a
graduate of a prestigious university and has worked for a joint venture for three years.

At ten o'clock, the doorbell rang. It must be my brother-in-law coming home.

My sister ran to open the door.

My brother-in-law was carrying large and small bags. It turned out that my sister had notified me that I, her younger sister who had just graduated and was looking for a job, had come, and he had specially gone to the supermarket to buy them.

Meeting my brother-in-law, I was struck by his extraordinary presence; he exuded an air of refinement and handsomeness. His crisp white plaid shirt, paired with a brown tie and a
sharp suit, combined with his tall stature, gave him an air of elegance.

When I first met my brother-in-law, I felt a little shy. After all, I had just graduated and we were quite distant and unfamiliar with each other. It was also a bit awkward to start a conversation, and I
stammered when I spoke.

Actually, the main reason I came here was to find a job. After graduation, I need to support myself. I don't have anyone to rely on in this city, so I chose to stay with my sister and brother-in-law.

We talked for over two hours, and it was almost midnight. My sister said, "It's getting late, Xiao Fei. You've been traveling for two days, you must be tired. Get some rest. Lao Han,
you have work tomorrow, take a shower and go to sleep."

That night, the three of us squeezed into one bed. It was the first time I'd ever shared a bed with a man. My sister and brother-in-law were tightly packed at one end, while I slept at the other
, curled up several centimeters away from them on the edge of the bed. I didn't dare touch this man who sounded familiar but was actually a complete stranger.
I couldn't sleep a wink all night, only hearing my brother-in-law's snoring and my own racing heartbeat. For some reason, my heart was pounding so hard, but I suppressed it until I heard
my brother-in-law get up, wash, and close the door in the morning. Only then did I stretch out and comfortably claim a large part of the bed.

The next day, my brother-in-law called to say he was talking business with a client and would be back late.

My brother-in-law came home very late. I had already taken off my clothes, wearing only a lace nightgown, and was about to go to sleep. Suddenly, I heard my sister shout: "Xiao Fei, come quick! Your brother-in-law
is drunk!" I jumped out of bed without even putting on my clothes. My brother-in-law was indeed drunk; his fair face was flushed red from the alcohol, his shirt buttons were haphazardly fastened
, and his firm chest was exposed.

This was the first time I dared to go see my brother-in-law. He was handsome and tall, and even when he was drunk, he was still very attractive.

I helped him take off his coat, using my entire body to support his broad shoulders, while my sister hurriedly ran to the bathroom to get hot water. I helped him onto the sofa.
When drunk, he's a completely unruly man. His tall frame accidentally slumped down, landing heavily on top of me, his hand unintentionally
resting on my lace nightgown's chest. Instantly, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body. I looked up at my heavily intoxicated brother-in-law; he was indeed incredibly
handsome, and a deep sense of admiration arose within me. It was the first time I'd been so close to a man, clearly feeling the firmness and heat of his chest.
His hand pressed firmly against my breasts, making me feel the masculine power of a man.

After his sister spent a lot of effort cleaning him up, she helped him into bed.

At night, my brother-in-law kept talking in his sleep, while my sister slept soundly. His feet kicked and thrashed, hitting my chest. The soft impact
felt surprisingly intense; my chest began to heat up and slowly swell—a feeling I'd never experienced before at twenty-two. I tried to control my heartbeat and
breathing, desperately trying to calm myself. But the more I tried, the stronger the swelling became. I kept telling myself, "That's my brother-in
-law, brother-in-law, take your foot away." But then, his foot haphazardly slipped between my thighs. This intrusion made my whole body feel hot and aroused. I
could feel every movement of his foot, and each movement unintentionally stimulated me, making my mind wander. The intense heat made me incredibly uncomfortable.

I could clearly feel a warm, wet substance slowly seeping from my lower body, sticky between my legs. This warmth overwhelmed my reason
and willpower. I pressed my swollen breasts against one of his legs, while clamping my legs tightly around his other leg, and then my whole
body began to move up and down...

Even the next morning, my brother-in-law's foot was still firmly pressed under my two soft, white breasts. I could feel him flinch fearfully, while I
pretended to be fast asleep.

When my brother-in-law came home from work in the afternoon, I glanced at him subtly. He blushed deeply when he met my gaze.
After stealing a few more flirtatious glances at him, a strong desire welled up inside me, making me like him even more.

After that, I had trouble falling asleep every night I slept with my brother-in-law. I would always wait until my sister was asleep, then slowly and deliberately make physical contact with him,
one millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters... First, I would touch his skin, then press his big feet under my chest, then place my feet on his
chest, and eventually his entire body.

I used my senses to feel his every breath and every heartbeat.

I could clearly tell that he hadn't slept all night either.

Later, we gradually grew bolder. While my sister slept, I would trace every inch of his skin with my feet, and he would signal to me with each impulse
and pleasure.

And so, this ambiguity continued between my brother-in-law and me late into the night. Yet only the two of us knew and cherished that unspoken understanding.

Finally, I moved away from my sister and brother-in-law after I signed a job deal in another city that I was happy with.

In another city, I went from being unaccustomed to being used to it, from being a stranger to being familiar with it, living a lonely life all by myself.

In the lonely nights, I often strip naked, hug that lace nightgown, and recall every heartbeat my brother-in-law gave me.

As time went on, just when everything was about to lose its senses.

Five years later, my sister called and said that my brother-in-law had been promoted to vice president of the company and he hoped that I could join their public relations department, which happened to be short of a department head.

I declined repeatedly.

Then, I heard my brother-in-law's familiar yet unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone.

I promised my brother-in-law.

When I arrived at my brother-in-law's house, it was completely different from before. It was a 180-square-meter three-bedroom, two-living-room house, decorated in an antique style, full of classical and romantic charm.

My sister is no longer idle like before; she has gone to the sales department and is so busy that she often doesn't come home at night.

This time, I didn't sleep in the same bed as my sister and brother-in-law. My sister and brother-in-law slept together, while I slept alone in a huge, empty bed, feeling a sense
of loss.

Every night, I could hear the sound of showering. First, my sister would put on a pink bathrobe, then my brother-in-law would put on a white bathrobe, and then they would go into their
bedroom. Late at night, I could hear my brother-in-law's rapid breathing and my sister's moans coming from the bedroom. My sister seemed so content and satisfied; sometimes she would moan for an
hour or two.

That sound was incredibly jarring in my mind, echoing for a long time. I always wondered: was it my sister riding on top of my brother-in-law, her head tilted back, swaying contentedly
, or was my brother-in-law lying on top of her, covered in sweat?

I really don't understand how they have the energy to go to work the next day when they do this every night.

As for me, I was all alone, clutching my lace nightgown, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Whenever I see my sister looking radiant the next day, I think this might be the secret between men and women—this is sex, and a man's care for a woman.

My sister has changed not only in her lifestyle but also in her personality. She's no longer taciturn or unassuming. She often dresses extravagantly. Just
looking at the colorful lingerie in her bedroom tells you how adept she is at pleasing her brother-in-law. My sister is indeed more beautiful than before, radiating
the charm of a young married woman.

From that moment on, I began to be jealous of my sister.

One day, my sister couldn't come home because she had to process an order worth over 100,000 yuan. My brother-in-law was watching TV alone in the living room until after 11 pm
. Then, the sound of running water started. The sound of the running water stirred my entire being; I tried my best to stay awake, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with
the sound of running water and my brother-in-law's naked body. I imagined my sister's satisfied expression every night. The more I imagined it, the more uncomfortable I felt.

I made up an excuse for myself. I remembered I left my slippers in the bathroom, so I pretended to rush there. I pushed open the bathroom
door, and there stood my brother-in-law, completely naked, without the slightest panic. Seeing him so naked, I didn't go back immediately. Instead, I grabbed my slippers, glanced
at him briefly, and then slowly walked out.

I sat alone on the sofa in the living room, wearing that lace nightgown.

My brother-in-law came out, wearing a white bathrobe, and sat opposite me. After a moment of eye contact, a spark of desire ignited between us. His hand
touched my lace nightgown again, and he pushed me down onto the sofa, kissing my body repeatedly and fondling my breasts.

After a moment of frenzy, he said calmly: Go take a shower!

I nodded, and he put his hand on my shoulder.

I said: Let me do it!

Stepping into the bathroom, I gently removed my lace nightgown. The sound of rushing water filled the entire bathroom, filling my vision.

My brother-in-law pushed the door open, exposing me completely naked to a man's eyes. He had taken off his bathrobe and was still in the water.

As the water slowly flows down, a surge of passion blends together.

He kissed every inch of my skin. We stood in the rushing water, and I accepted him. The moment he entered me, an unbearable pain
welled up, yet tears of satisfaction also welled up. With each inch of his penetration, an indescribable pain lingered. After more than ten minutes, the pain subsided. On the ground,
blooming peach blossoms drifted down to the drain.

I was carried to bed like a docile lamb, and in the dim light, I let out the same blissful moans as my sister.

Even after the clock struck eight in the morning, we were still reluctant to part. But I had to crawl into my bed before my sister came back. He gently helped me put
on a lace nightgown.

Since then, my sister has been working more and more overtime, often staying out all night. Meanwhile, my brother-in-law and I have been spending more time together.

Several years later, my sister fell seriously ill. The diagnosis was long-term overwork and severe depression.

My sister is gone forever. Afterwards, I was shocked to discover that I had killed my dearest sister with my own hands. I was ashamed to face anyone.

From that moment on, I disappeared from this city where love and mistakes once existed. When I left, I left behind that lace nightgown.

【over】

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