Memories of my days as a single man, Part 2

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My things are real.
This is not a typical Japanese adult film , with no explicit content like sex while delivering packages or doing repairs. There are no exaggerated details. Memories are just memories, or rather, what's lost is lost, and that's okay. Maybe my story is your story.
That summer was very hot and humid, with frequent thunderstorms extinguishing the earth's heat.
In the small living room, my sister-in-law and I looked at each other without saying a word.
My mind went blank. Who hasn't experienced a mental blank?
To be honest , I hesitated. At that time, I didn't know whether to stay or leave.
My feelings and perceptions of Brother Wang and his wife remain at the level of familial affection, like that of an older brother or sister.
I was completely taken aback when I suddenly learned about this.
I looked down at my feet, my hands clasped together. I felt a lot of sweat on my body, and my erect penis felt uncomfortable in the stuffy crotch. I tugged at my shorts.
Please sit down first. Don't just stand there like an idiot while your sister-in-law speaks.
I sat on the sofa like a docile puppy , but I didn't dare to look my sister-in-law in the eye.
My sister-in-law recounted her story in a low, hesitant voice, along with Wang Ge's story , their married life , his medical treatments , her own loneliness and distress, and Wang Ge's troubles— like a burst dam that could not be stopped.
To be honest, I couldn't hear anything. My eyes were fixed on the sofa, the coffee table , the water glass, the ashtray, and the sexy lighter.
Just like when I failed a test and was criticized by my parents, I remained silent, like a child who had made a mistake.
My sister-in-law started to shed tears without me noticing.
I was panicked but didn't know how to comfort her.
All I could do was hand the tissues from the coffee table to my sister-in- law and, in a silly way, comfort her with things like " Don't cry, it's okay."
My sister-in-law was already wearing thin clothes, and the stuffy environment made her sweat profusely, which slowly soaked through her silk pajamas.
The nipples on her breasts became increasingly prominent, sexy , and alluring, making my heart race.
I dare not confront the righteous side of my heart, nor the evil side. I steal glimpses of it, feeling conflicted, helpless, and lost.
My honest conscience tells me this is my sister-in-law, not some mistress.
My inner evil tells me, "Brother Wang, you've made your decision, so go for it!"
Yes, you guessed right. Men are driven by their lower instincts, and so am I.
I abandoned my inner turmoil and wild thoughts , and hugged my sister-in- law tightly.
Actually, I was terrified. I was afraid my sister-in-law wouldn't like it , afraid she'd say I was showing off and would leave, afraid she'd keep crying.
I was afraid that Brother Wang would come back , even afraid that he would regret it later and kill me, and so on.
My brain was working like a Pentium 4 processor at the time, with thoughts running wild.
My sister-in-law's soft body told me she wouldn't give up. She kissed me, and I kissed her back.
My male hormones surged instantly, and my little brother shot up in a rage.
I clumsily undressed my sister-in-law. Foreplay, caresses, and tender words were all completely foreign to me back then, when I was just a naive young man.
The nipples are an irresistible temptation for men. I lowered my head and roughly sucked and kneaded them, hearing my sister-in-law's soft moans in my ears.
I eagerly pulled off my big shorts, and the moment my little brother made his grand entrance, my sister-in-law grabbed him.
I was so nervous I was trembling all over. I didn't know why I felt both excited and afraid.
My sister-in-law's deep sucking was like a traveler in the desert finding an oasis.
My legs went weak and the tingling sensation in my lower body made me unsteady on my feet.
At that moment , I had no thoughts, only the urge to ejaculate. I hurriedly pushed my sister-in-law away and started to pull down her pants.
Physiological impulses triumphed over everything.
I eagerly entered my sister-in-law's body on the sofa in Brother Wang's living room.
I charged forward like a raging bull, ignoring the painful yet pleasurable moans of my sister-in-law beneath me.
Don't laugh at everyone.
Many things come and go quickly; I have premature ejaculation.
Or perhaps I was too impatient and lost control.
Or perhaps I was just too excited and nervous.
Or are you saying you don't know anything and have no sexual experience at all?
Anyway, I ejaculated, and I quickly pulled out of my sister-in-law's body and ejaculated on her lower abdomen.
We were all panting, and my sister-in-law took a tissue to wipe herself, and so did I.
At this moment, I became afraid again, and my wild thoughts returned.
I hurriedly pulled up my big pants, wanting to leave , but I couldn't just leave like that.
My legs felt weak and my vision blurred as I watched my sister-in-law tidy up, putting on clothes and pants.
I waited for my sister-in-law to finish, and I wanted to say something , but I didn't know what to say.
My sister-in-law looked at me and said, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."
I said, " Okay."
Are you going to an internet cafe?
I said yes, I'm going to the internet cafe.
Then go ahead, but don't stay up all night.
Okay, I understand.
I left Brother Wang's house like a walking corpse.
I went straight home. I didn't dare go to an internet cafe , I didn't dare walk on the main road, and I didn't dare look up at passersby.
I rushed home as fast and anxiously as a wanted criminal .
My parents looked at me curiously, shirtless, and asked me why I was up so early and what clothes I had on.
I said I forgot while playing ball and figured someone had taken it, so I went home and immediately took a shower.
For the next three to five days, I didn't go to internet cafes; I stayed home and watched TV. I remember they were showing "The Grand Mansion Gate" at that time.
My parents are happy that I've changed and left the internet cafe environment.
Actually , I'm afraid of seeing Brother Wang at the internet cafe; I'm running away, running away from everything.
I'm holed up at home, my mind filled with all sorts of thoughts, mostly about how to face Brother Wang in the future.
My actions were also a form of escapism. I didn't go to the familiar internet cafes; I went to other internet cafes in unfamiliar environments where I didn't know anyone and they didn't know me.
This matter seemed to have vanished without a trace; I never saw Brother Wang again. Years later, after I had entered the workforce, I ran into a friend I knew from those internet cafe days. He and Brother Wang lived in the same neighborhood, and we talked about our time together at the internet cafe. I tentatively asked about Brother Wang. He said he didn't come to the internet cafe often, only occasionally. Later, I heard he was divorced and hadn't been doing well since, constantly changing jobs, etc. When I asked about Brother Wang's wife, the friend said he didn't know. How could I possibly care about Brother Wang's wife's situation ? I didn't dare ask any further.
My mind was racing, and I couldn't say a word.
I know that summer my sister-in-law kissed me and I remember the smell of her breasts...

(To be continued)

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