Job change

I was born in a coal mine, and everyone knows how important coal is to a country, so I won't go into details.

My family was like any other ordinary coal mining family—simple and honest. I have two older brothers and one older sister, and I'm the youngest. As the saying goes, "Emperors favor the eldest son, and commoners favor the youngest," a timeless truth. So, my status in the family was quite predictable. Whatever I wanted, my parents would grant my request. As a result, I ate well, dressed well, used well, and played well from a young age. This

privileged life made me chubby, with a round body, a round face, and even round hands. My parents would tell others that I was round and plump, a sign of good fortune.

Unfortunately, everything has its destiny. My life became easier, but my studies at school didn't go so well. Elementary school was a bit easier, but junior high became very difficult. Usually, whenever the teacher called on me to answer a question, I either didn't know the answer or gave an irrelevant answer, often causing my classmates to burst into laughter. The teachers talked to me a lot about this, and even my parents. However, I was completely clueless about subjects like math and science, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate on studying.

On the other hand, I was quite interested in Chinese, and I was usually the best in my class. Whenever the Chinese teacher read my essays aloud, seeing my classmates' admiring looks made me feel incredibly happy.

Finally, I received my junior high school graduation certificate, and I felt like I was finally liberated; but my parents just shook their heads and sighed when they saw my certificate.

I really didn't want to go to school anymore, so I stayed at home idly, and that's how I stayed for five years.

As everyone knows, coal mines are physically demanding jobs, and they generally only hire male workers, not girls. Later, after my father retired early in his fifties, I took his place as a worker in the mine.

Although I wasn't a good student, I still had my share of admirers. The boys especially liked looking at my face because it was always rosy, and my fair complexion, inherited from my mother, meant I almost always attracted attention on the street. The teachers, however, mostly looked at my chest. Being quite voluptuous, my chest was enormous—the largest in the entire grade. What was annoying was that during PE class, my chest would jiggle wildly when I ran; in today's terms, it was "boob-heavy."

Even back in school, I received many notes, some from my classmates, others from other classes, all asking to be friends. They thought highly of me, but I didn't necessarily think highly of them. Many withdrew after I teased them, spreading rumors that I was arrogant. One boy in my class, whom I secretly liked, never passed me a note, leaving me feeling secretly disappointed.

I hinted to him several times that I wanted to talk to him, but he always ignored me. The more he did that, the more I liked him. Once, while working, I pressed my soft breasts tightly against him, but he blushed and pulled away. After that, whenever he saw me, his face would turn bright red. It was so funny. Now that

I have a job, my livelihood is secured. Next comes dating, marriage, and settling down.

To be honest, I had almost no feelings about dating. My parents arranged a blind date for me, and then introduced me to this stranger. We talked, went to movies, and after a few meetings, I felt he was a decent person, so I somewhat haphazardly agreed to his proposal and we got our marriage certificate.

I'm thirty years old this year, with a fairly warm home and an eight-year-old child in second grade.

As I get older, my body has become more and more voluptuous. My face is round, my body is plump, with high, firm breasts, a large bottom, and rounded thighs. Add to that her large, watery eyes that constantly sparkled with charm, and she often attracted a lot of attention on the street.
In the coal mine, without a skill, it was difficult to find a good job; of course, if you were pretty, you could get by in the office, but the nature of the work would be serving as a decorative object for those men. The coal mine had a severe male-dominated society, and having a woman in the office was quite a sight to behold.

However, my body became increasingly plump, and although I had a good temper and spoke softly, I didn't gain the appreciation of officials, big or small. The main reason was that most officials nowadays were young, and their aesthetic standard was that of a slender beauty; they weren't interested in plump women. If it were the Tang Dynasty, I would be a hot commodity, but now, it's long since the era of valuing plumpness as beauty has passed.

In the end, I was assigned to the canteen as a "feeder"—our nickname—and I worked there for seven or eight years.

The canteen job wasn't easy. To put it bluntly, it was a job of serving people; it was hard, tiring, and prone to causing rheumatoid arthritis.

Putting all that aside, what I couldn't stand the most was the workers' sharp tongues, especially some of the slick-tongued men who came to buy food. If the buns or steamed bread were a little small, they'd say they weren't sexy enough; sometimes if there was too much alkali and the buns or steamed bread turned yellow, they'd say they were for military use; even worse, some of them told us to make them like our breasts, saying they'd take as many as we had… It made me so angry I just wanted to explode.

One morning, a young man came to buy breakfast. I asked him, "What do you want?" He said, "Steamed bread." When I asked him how many he wanted, he stared at me and said, "Just those two on your chest." I couldn't take it anymore, so I jumped up and started arguing with him. Who knew that the young man's brother-in-law was the deputy manager? Apparently, the deputy manager called the logistics team, found our captain, and gave him a good scolding, demanding that I apologize to that scoundrel. The captain was also going to deduct my bonus. I couldn't stand it, so I argued with the captain and went home to cry my eyes out. My husband, after finding out what happened, could only sigh and lament.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. At the crucial moment, my brother-in-law stepped in and used his connections to transfer me from my old workplace to my current one.

My brother-in-law's name is Zhou Jimai, and he's a clerk in the mine's labor and personnel department.

Logically, having a brother-in-law like that, his job shouldn't be too bad, but I wasn't particularly fond of him. He was as thin and long as a cucumber, about 1.75 meters tall. Most importantly, he never looked people in the eye properly, always glancing sideways, which made him look rather sleazy.

His appearance wasn't the issue; what was truly concerning was that my brother-in-law's character was reportedly questionable. Before marrying my sister, he had gotten her pregnant. Otherwise, my parents would have strongly disapproved of him. But since it was a fait accompli, and my sister was a rather traditional woman, he became my brother-in-law.

Later, I heard he was involved with other women, and my sister confronted him more than once. My parents shook their heads at the mention of him and repeatedly warned us not to be like my sister.

My brother-in-law seemed to treat me very well, often giving me little trinkets. Girls love these things, so I developed a fondness for him.

That day, I had no choice but to go to him, thinking he would lend a hand out of consideration for our long-standing relationship… When I found him and explained what had happened, he immediately started cursing: “These bastards…” Then, he turned to me, a smile appearing on his face, closed the office door, walked over to me, took my hand, and sat me on the sofa, saying, “It’s okay, your brother-in-law will help you.” Seeing his affectionate manner, I felt much more at ease.

I’d heard the saying, “A sister-in-law’s buttocks are half her brother-in-law’s.” And I believed that as long as the brother-in-law genuinely cared for his sister-in-law, and she reciprocated his feelings, it was perfectly normal. But I hadn’t reached that point with my brother-in-law yet.

My brother-in-law smiled and said, "Transferring your job isn't difficult, as long as you're obedient." As he spoke, he took my hand and squeezed it.

My hands are plump and soft; before we got married, my husband loved touching them, but since having children, his interest seems to have shifted, and he hasn't seriously held or touched them anymore. I didn't pay much attention to this at first, but later I heard a saying circulating in society: holding your wife's hand is like holding your left hand with your right; holding a prostitute's hand makes your heart tremble… I guess that's it. Humans are the strangest creatures; even the most delicious food becomes tiresome after a while, and men are the most fickle of all human beings.

My brother-in-law's feelings towards me now are probably similar. However, if he's just touching my hand, it's not too outrageous, and he helped me, so it's nothing. Therefore, I blushed and let him touch and squeeze it as he pleased.

Fortunately, he didn't go too far; he only squeezed and squeezed for a minute or two before letting go.

He picked up the phone on the table, dialed a few times, found the section chief, and quickly settled my job transfer. He then told me that I could go to the personnel group at the wellhead the next day to complete the transfer procedures.

My job transfer was finally successful.

To thank my brother-in-law for his hard work, I took a day off, cooked a few dishes, and invited my brother-in-law's family over for dinner.

My brother-in-law has a son who is currently studying away from home and only comes home during holidays; he usually lives at school. Therefore, it was just my sister and brother-in-law who came.

Although my sister looks similar to me, we are seven or eight years apart, and she doesn't look as good as me. Her face is sallow, her eyes have long lost their lively sparkle, and she has a hunched back, looking like she's burdened with a bitter and resentful expression.

As the saying goes, it's not that you don't know the goods, it's that you don't compare them. The difference between my sister and me standing there was immediately apparent. Seeing my brother-in-law's eyes lingering on me, I felt a smug sense of superiority. That's how women are; when they receive affirmation in a man's eyes, they feel incredibly pleased, even if it's just the two sisters comparing themselves, they still feel a sense of pride.

I was humming a little tune as I busied myself, and my sister, unaware of my thoughts, came over to help me.

Dinner had only been going on for a short while when my sister finished eating. She didn't drink, saying she was going home to wait for a call from her son who was studying in another city.

So, it was just my husband, brother-in-law, and me eating.

My husband and brother-in-law drank, and in no time, they had finished a bottle of Xifeng Daqu (a type of strong liquor). My husband's face was flushed, and he sat down, panting heavily, while my brother-in-law kept saying there wasn't enough

. So, I brought out another bottle. My brother-in-law poured himself a glass, took a satisfying sip, smacked his lips, and exclaimed how good the liquor was. He turned to me and said, "Little sister, why don't you have a drink with me?" My husband smiled and said, "Yes, you can have a drink with your brother-in-law." Seeing that my husband agreed, I readily agreed, filling my brother-in-law's glass and then filling mine as well.

I don't usually drink much, but when I do, I'm not one to be trifled with.

I raised my glass and clinked it against my brother-in-law's: "Brother-in-law, a toast to you." Then I downed half of it in one gulp.

My brother-in-law was astonished: "Little sister, you've got a good capacity for alcohol!" He then downed half of his own in a single gulp.

I exclaimed, "No, I have to drink it all in one go!" My brother-in-law said, "Okay, let's drink together." And so, my brother-in-law and I began to drink together, clinking glasses.

After we finished the rest of our drinks, I looked at my husband; he was already asleep inside. My brother-in-law, though his face was flushed, was still relatively sober. He offered to help me clear the table, but I glanced at him and said we'd do it tomorrow; we should watch TV for now.

We got up and walked to the living room together. Perhaps because I'd had too much to drink, I staggered and almost fell. My brother-in-law caught me, and we sat down on the sofa together.

Suddenly, I had to pee, and I couldn't hold it in. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. I panicked and said to my brother-in-law, "I need to pee." He said, "I'll go get Ah Shen to help you (my husband's name is Lin Yongshen, nickname Ah Shen)." He went to our bedroom, looked around, and came out saying, "Oh no, Ah Shen's fast asleep." I panicked; the urine was about to burst forth, and I was about to embarrass myself in front of my brother-in-law. So, I couldn't care less about being shy anymore and whispered, "Help me to the bathroom." Following my brother-in-law's warm hand, we went to the bathroom; but I felt weak all over, and my hands were too weak to move. I tried to undo my pants for a long time, but I couldn't. I could only look helplessly at my brother-in-law.

Seeing my discomfort, he understood. So, he put one arm around my body, freeing his other arm... He unbuttoned my pants and helped me pull them down to my ankles. I sat on the toilet, and the urine, which I couldn't hold back any longer, finally trickled into the bowl. Hearing the crisp, rapid sound, I inexplicably remembered that famous line from a poem: "Large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate." I completely forgot that my brother-in-law was right there.

Finally, I relieved myself and breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to stand up, but my body was still weak and I couldn't. My brother-in-law came over and helped me up, then bent down and pulled my pants up.

I don't know if I was drunk or sober, but I felt my brother-in-law's hand lightly touch my buttocks, a ticklish sensation. I looked up at him and found his eyes red as he stared at me. I felt embarrassed and quickly lowered my head. Looking up, I noticed my brother-in-law's trousers were erect, as if a wooden stick was pressing against them. Embarrassed, I turned away.

With my brother-in-law's help, I returned to the living room and continued watching TV.

This time, because of our previous experience, we weren't shy anymore and snuggled together intimately. My brother-in-law took my hand and started touching it. My body was gradually heating up, and my heart was pounding. I had a premonition that something was going to happen tonight.

My brother-in-law pulled me close and then pressed his face against mine. Seeing that I didn't pull away, he reached out and caressed my breasts. I felt a ticklish, tingling sensation under my bra, which felt very comfortable, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Just as I was about to urge my brother-in-law to continue, he didn't. He stepped back, withdrew his hand, and only kissed me on the lips, saying, "You get some rest, I'm leaving." With that, he opened the door and walked out without looking back.

I was completely bewildered, unable to understand what had happened that night. Only the lingering warmth of his touch on my chest seemed to remain, and a trace of saliva clung to my lips.

The next afternoon, I returned home from work. About half an hour later, my brother-in-law arrived, saying he wanted to see me.

My husband hadn't returned from work yet; it was just the two of us at home.

Thinking back to the previous night, though hazy, it still made me feel ashamed and embarrassed. I poured a glass of water for my brother-in-law and quickly left. He smiled, placed the glass on the coffee table, and pulled me to sit on the sofa.

"Little sister, last night I..." My brother-in-law stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

"What happened last night?" I asked.

"Sigh, I shouldn't have touched you last night. I'm sorry." "I can't remember anything about last night," I denied vehemently.

"You don't remember?" My brother-in-law asked in surprise.

"Yes." Although I tried my best to deny it, the truth was undeniable—I was drunk and my mind was clear—unless I didn't want to admit it.

"Sigh, you don't know. After your pants came off, your skin was so white, delicate, and soft, it's indescribable; so, I couldn't help but touch it..." My brother-in-law honestly admitted his mistake.

"Pfft!" I couldn't help but laugh. There are people like this, who then recount the whole story vividly. Seeing me laugh, my brother-in-law knew everything was alright and laughed awkwardly too.

"Brother-in-law, you…" I stammered, unsure what to say.

My brother-in-law looked at me, then nodded, saying, "Little sister, actually, I've liked you for a long time." Seeing that I didn't reject him, he continued, "Your sister has always been sick, and our sex life has always been irregular. I'm afraid to go out and find someone else, afraid of catching a disease, so I've pinned my hopes on you. You don't mind, do you?" Oh, so there was another reason behind it all. Sympathizing with the weak has always been a woman's prerogative, and I'm no exception, especially towards my brother-in-law; moreover, I also have feelings for him.

So I said to him, "Brother-in-law, I feel sorry for you. Sigh, every family has its own troubles, and I'm not much better off than you." Then I poured out all my grievances to him. Finally, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Let's comfort each other, we two unfortunate souls." Then, with practiced ease, he pulled me into his arms, his burning lips landing on mine. We pressed tightly together, sucking each other passionately. During the passionate kiss, his tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling and teasing my tongue.

I can say with certainty that my brother-in-law was, besides my husband, my only and first man. Every man has his own approach to sex. At that moment, I was enjoying an experience I had never had before.

After almost sucking my tongue off, he finally released me. Then, he unbuttoned my clothes and took off my bra, revealing my two large, white breasts trembling brightly before his eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the cold, but small bumps appeared around my areolas, and my nipples stood erect. Embarrassed, I quickly covered my chest with my hands to shield myself from my brother-in-law's gaze.

He chuckled, pushed me down onto the sofa, and then pounced on me, his hands kneading my firm breasts. After a while, he leaned in and began suckling at one of my swollen nipples. It had been so long since a man had nursed me; in that instant, I felt as if I were back on my wedding night, listening to my husband's suckling, experiencing the unique sweetness of breastfeeding my child. People say that a woman's maternal instincts are most evident when she's breastfeeding. I held my brother-in-law's head, wanting him to return to the past, to be a baby in front of his mother again. I thought playfully.

As his suckling made my nipples red and hard, my desire was also aroused, but I didn't say it directly, only expressing my desire through hazy eyes.

My brother-in-law, being quite sensible, stripped off his own clothes and then undressed me completely. Then, as he inserted his long, thin penis into my overflowing vagina, I closed my eyes. He continued thrusting while fondling my two firm breasts.

Although he was lustful, he wasn't very skilled; he ejaculated into my vagina after only ten minutes, and my desire hadn't been satisfied. I encouraged him to try again, but he said he couldn't, and we'd find another opportunity later. He carefully wiped my reddened vulva with toilet paper, promising to continue doing things for me and repeatedly asking me to stay in touch.

And so, I gave myself to him in exchange for a new lover.

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