January 26th, the third day of the Lunar New Year

Every day we look down from the balcony, but there are fewer and fewer people on the street…
My sister-in-law and I are becoming increasingly uneasy. Especially my sister-in-law, who occasionally watches TV in the living room, and when she gets tired of one show, she pulls out an old variety show and casts it to the TV. Although it's cold outside, the heating in the room is great, and I don't feel cold at all in my short-sleeved shirt. My sister-in-law, on the other hand, is in a bit of an awkward situation. She basically didn't bring any toiletries with her when she left home, let alone a change of clothes. Toiletries are fine, we have new ones at home, but a change of clothes is a problem. She can wear thongs and other loungewear, but she can't mix and match underwear. She wanted to buy some, but there's nowhere to buy them right now. She wanted to go to her house to get some, but we can't even leave my neighborhood. Even if we could go out, where would she buy sanitary napkins? But if she doesn't wear any, what can she do with her sanitary napkins? Finally, as a last resort, we only wore them at night, washed them during the day, and then put them on the radiator…
I gave her some of Dingding's outerwear. My sister-in-law is 165cm tall and weighs less than 100 pounds. Although she's been married for almost three years, she hasn't had children yet. So, while her breasts aren't large, they look quite perky. Dingding, on the other hand, is 160cm tall. As a married woman with children, and working night shifts year-round, her weight and bust size have become somewhat out of shape. So, after much deliberation, I gave her two of my white T-shirts. As for her lower body, she had to make do with my summer beach shorts—although they were loose and ill-fitting, at least they were much more comfortable than wearing a sweater and long pants in a heated room of over 20 degrees Celsius every day.
After lunch, I told my sister-in-law that we had enough food at home for the two of us to live on for a while, but we couldn't be so idle every day. They had so many colleagues at the quarantine center every day; they must be laughing and joking as usual. Our lives couldn't be stagnant either. After some discussion, we decided to have a few drinks that evening—we'd bought quite a bit of alcohol and beverages before the holiday. Who knew she could really hold her liquor? I'd bought two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and we'd downed one at dinner. The thing is, besides her flushed face, she wasn't drunk yet, while I was already feeling dizzy. Men have their pride, so I was about to open the other bottle. But my sister-in-law stopped me, saying that since we were together, there was no need to get completely drunk; a little buzz was enough, just enough to enjoy ourselves. She added that if she hadn't been stuck here in this special situation, she wouldn't have finished a bottle of baijiu with me. Hearing this, I sobered up a bit, but I was still tipsy, and it was still early; ending it like this felt like a waste.
My sister-in-law noticed my hesitation and said, "Let's not drink anymore. How about we have some soft drinks and chat?" I figured that was the only option. Although we'd only bought two bottles of liquor, we had plenty of soft drinks at home—Sprite, Coke, juice, and the like. Because the room was very warm from the heating, and I had drunk baijiu (Chinese liquor), I grabbed two cans of Sprite and two ice cubes—so refreshing!
We sat side by side on the floor by the coffee table. Next to me was a young woman wearing my clothes, and I was already slightly tipsy. I'm not a saint, but I'm not without principles either; some lewd thoughts crossed my mind, but after all, we were related. As the old saying goes, lust is judged by actions, not intentions! However, during our conversation, some of my gestures were inevitably a bit too much, and given that she seemed to be wearing no bra under her white T-shirt, certain parts of her body made me feel itchy, and my lower body reacted.
My sister-in-law didn't seem to notice. She continued to talk animatedly about what she considered laughable past events, drinking her Sprite with ice. My mind was hazy, occasionally bursting into laughter or offering some thoughts. Suddenly, my sister-in-law stopped talking, hesitated for a moment, and then covered her mouth and got up. Perhaps due to sitting cross-legged for a long time, her legs buckled and she almost collapsed when she stood up. In a flash, I reached out to catch her, but she was falling in the opposite direction. By the time I reacted and grabbed her clothes, she had already fallen backward, spilling Sprite, leftover food, and all the liquid on the table. I had only managed to grab the hem of her T-shirt, causing it to become severely deformed. Realizing the situation was bad, I quickly let go, and the elasticity of the T-shirt caused the hem to ride up to her chest. This revealed my sister-in-law's white belly and the area below her breasts clearly. I froze, unsure what to do. By then, the Sprite and soup beneath her had stained her white T-shirt and even her shorts.
It felt like a long time, or maybe just a few seconds, before she tried to get up, and I went to help her, worried she might hurt herself. But I forgot—I was still erect! And
that's how the awkward situation began. I was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stand or sit; I could clearly sense that my sister-in-law was also caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to get up or not… Regardless, I leaned forward to help her up. After she stood up, the spilled Sprite had soaked the left side of her white T-shirt, and the shape and color of her nipples were clearly visible on her high breasts. My lower body, unbelievably, became hard again and again.
At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage from, forgetting all the old sayings about judging by actions, not intentions. I suddenly hugged her tightly, but she desperately tried to break free. As I hugged her, I kept thinking, "Oh no, what am I going to do? Is this considered rape? What if she tells my cousin? What if she tells Dingding…?"
Just then, I heard a heavenly voice: "No, no, not now, I need to throw up…"

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