Memories of Dalian (Reposted from an old account)

I always worried that beautiful memories wouldn't be able to be put into words, or that writing them down wouldn't fully express the situation, causing my memories to become blurry. Only then did I realize I needed to write them down as soon as possible. Even today, I still can't tell if it was a dream or a dream that became reality.
That year, I was living in a strange city, with beaches, reefs, bars, and loneliness.

I don't remember how I met this guy online. I remember he asked me a few questions on QQ, just to find out about me, and asked for a photo. I took a picture of it on my office laptop and sent it to him. Looking back, I was so naive, sending it so easily.
About two weeks later, or even less, his profile picture flashed again: he and his wife were coming to the city for a few days, and they would contact me after they finished their business to "do something" together. They asked if I had time, and we exchanged contact information. Even then, I didn't realize I was about to embark on a dreamlike journey, though I had never been so excited and anticipating it.
That day, just before I was about to leave work, the text message finally arrived, telling me the time and place. I arrived at the hotel for dinner—it's a tourist city, so hotels are never lacking, but this one seemed to be a quiet yet upscale place. We met at the lobby entrance, greeted each other, and then went up to the second-floor restaurant. The serene figure I had seen in the dim light was now sitting opposite me, her hair loosely styled, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom. My sister-in-law was well-proportioned, fashionably dressed, with light makeup, and her delicate lips occasionally curved into a smile, exuding a confident yet slightly shy air. To break the slightly awkward atmosphere, we ordered a bottle of wine, and my brother and I chatted as we drank, finding it quite agreeable. During our conversation, my sister-in-law also had a drink and asked me a few questions, which I don't remember now. They were a cultured, sophisticated, and tasteful couple; their words were few but perfectly chosen, their expressions radiating tranquility and composure.
It was then that I realized I had forgotten to prepare a gift, a regret that now seems irreparable.
Ironically, I was so open and comfortable online, but when it came to the real thing, I was incredibly awkward. The atmosphere was pleasant, but it remained lukewarm, lacking something. After dinner, my older brother suggested we go sing karaoke to liven things up, and I really admired his thoughtfulness. We ordered some beer and fruit, and started absentmindedly choosing songs to sing. Seeing that I was a bit reserved, my brother suggested that I dance with my sister-in-law while he sang. My sister-in-law wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I put my arm around her soft waist, starting to caress her back and firm buttocks. I didn't expect her to be so sensitive; she hugged me tightly and even leaned on my shoulder, moaning softly! My penis immediately became erect, pressing against that sensitive spot. My sister-in-law hugged me even tighter, her breasts pressing against my body. Our steps were already erratic, and we stepped on each other's feet a few times. When I couldn't resist slipping my hand under her pants from behind to fondle her, my sister-in-law had already lost her balance. I whispered in my ear, "Let's go to the sofa." My sister-in-law softly hummed in agreement and sat down next to my brother. That way, I could make my move!
Touching her breasts through her clothes wasn't enough. In front of my brother, I lifted her long shirt, revealing her snow-white breasts, and caressed them with both hands. A faint fragrance emanated from them, and burying my face in them felt even better. When my tongue lightly grazed her cleavage, I distinctly heard a soft moan. And when I slipped one hand between her legs, pressing and kneading that warm pool with two fingers, her lower body straightened instantly, and her moans grew louder. Brother, my sister-in-law is truly a beauty! My brother
locked the door from the inside, reminding us not to go too far, as the occasion wasn't appropriate; sometimes people would wander into the wrong room or staff might come in the hallway. So, we had to temporarily suppress our desires, drank a bottle of beer, and then went to pay the bill and go back to the hotel together.
After waiting outside the hotel for a while, I went up to knock on the door. I sat on the sofa and cuddled with my sister-in-law for a while, preparing for what was to come. My brother said they would shower first, then I would. When I came out, they were already making out, and my brother was fondling her firm breasts. To be honest, time hadn't touched those firm breasts at all; my sister-in-law was very well-maintained, which was something my brother was proud of. What followed was more than just pride. If my sister-in-law's reaction during karaoke had already surprised and delighted me, now it was pure bliss, making me feel like I was floating on air. As I put a condom on my already painfully hard penis and probed into her gentle embrace, her long hair, which seemed to bounce with satisfaction, made me temporarily release my grip on her perfect, full-moon-like breasts, caressing her sexy collarbone and shoulders, gazing at her delicate nose and dreamy eyes. The feeling of being tightly enveloped below grew stronger and stronger; the sensation of her clenching and releasing was so captivating that I lingered, savoring every moment. My brother whispered in my sister-in-law's ear, "Is it hard?" She answered with a series of moans, "Yes, it's hard enough." The first time, I only lasted less than 10 minutes before surrendering. Besides the skillful manipulation of my genitals, there were also those enchanting moans, so loud I worried they were echoing in the next room and down the hallway. When my brother asked if my sister-in-law's reaction was strong enough, and her moans were loud enough, I ejaculated completely.
After a quick rinse, while my brother and sister-in-law were cuddling, I continued to tease her round breasts and nipples, licking and swirling them in my mouth, feeling every reaction from her sensitive body. I thought, such a beauty is naturally blessed, and with a brother who understands, loves, and cherishes her, she's truly living the life of a perfect couple.
The second time I entered her, I consciously tried to control myself and not ejaculate so quickly. In fact, after the feeling of ejaculation passed a certain peak, it wasn't so easy to reach the climax again. We then changed positions several times. Because it had been so long, my sister-in-law was a little dry, and I was a little soft too, so I rinsed again, changed into a condom, and went back to bed. I brought my sister-in-law to climax time and time again, while my brother even taught me a position that allowed for deeper penetration, showing they'd practiced quite a bit. In the end, I was too tired to ejaculate, but that day was still my best performance. During the break, my brother and I each stroked her smooth, satin-like skin, sharing our feelings and discussing positions we could try next time. Although it wasn't completely satisfying, it was very fulfilling, experiencing the beauty of such harmonious and unrestrained sex!
Because I went to the restroom twice, my brother might have had some questions later, but as I sensed, they were very polite and well-mannered, only mentioning it lightly afterward. I explained, as this is unavoidable in friendships; a small detail can easily lead to misunderstandings.
Before leaving, my brother asked if I could write it down to reminisce. He asked my sister-in-law to see me off, but she was too tired and could only crawl to the corner of the bed and watch me leave.
Little did I know that writing this story would be three years later, and I would have long since left that city, losing contact with each other. I hope my elder brother and sister-in-law will continue to be loving and carefree, living in harmony and tranquility!
Back at the apartment, it was already past midnight. The lights on the sea, like lost North Stars, floated in this familiar yet strange world, sometimes forgotten, sometimes clear, the damp mist adding to the hazy atmosphere.

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