Sister-in-law (Part Two)

The second breakthrough involved a gradual, incremental approach, aided by my wife's unexpected pregnancy. We spent Chinese New Year at my brother's house in 2015. One night, unable to sleep, my wife insisted I tell her a story. I was impatient and casually asked what kind, but she said anything was fine. Suddenly, I thought of cuckoldry, rolled over, and squeezed her breast. "How about I tell you a story about gang rape?" I asked. She agreed, and my mind raced as I devised a story. I had three good colleagues and their families, so starting with someone I knew would be more impactful. I started telling the story vividly. One day, my wife came to visit me while I was away on a business trip. That night, the three of us men went to a karaoke bar and had a blast. Back at the hotel, still full of energy, we bought more alcohol. The loser of a card game had to choose between truth or dare or drinking. After finishing the drinks, fueled by the alcohol, we started taking off our clothes for dares. The five of us had a mix of wins and losses, and finally, everyone was naked. The intense stares, the explicit flirting, my wife's shyness, and the various embellishments and exaggerated descriptions all contributed to the scene. My wife listened quietly, already engrossed in the story. I began to touch her, targeting her sensitive spots to match the narrative. She breathed heavily, her body involuntarily writhing, her clitoris hard and her genitals wet. I continued, describing how, after losing at cards, someone touched her breasts, someone sucked her clitoris, someone touched her genitals, and she gave someone oral sex, mimicking their actions throughout. Then came the lewdness, how they took turns, how they changed positions, her reactions, etc. By this time, my wife was already letting out soft, suppressed moans. When I described the second round of ejaculation, seeing the opportunity, I quietly pulled down her underwear, rolled over, and thrust all the way in. A fierce, exhilarating orgasm ensued. My wife rested against my chest, and I asked her how it felt. She became embarrassed, denying she had felt anything, only surprised by my ability to make up stories. For the next few nights, it happened almost every night. Although we weren't planning on having children then, we didn't use any protection, only vaginal sex, and I don't know which time I conceived. After the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, we started our journey home. The roads were packed with private cars heading back to Guangdong, and by the afternoon, most service areas were under traffic control, making it impossible to enter. We decided to drive home at night, and my wife, worried about me driving while fatigued, kept me company and chatted with me. Seizing the opportunity, I got her to say something exciting to get me hyped up, and she asked what I wanted to hear. "Tell me about your sister," I casually suggested.
She then asked, "Are you really after my sister?" I said, "No, not really. How about you take some pictures of her for me?" She asked what the reward would be, and I was secretly delighted. Whenever my wife is embarrassed or awkward, she always uses the promise of money as a cover. It's a way to save face, and she also needs my help to smooth things over. I readily agreed to her request, and she said, "Okay, I'll take them for you when I have the chance." Understanding the importance of gradual progress, and wanting to give her time to convince herself, I changed the subject. Around 1 a.m., my wife, who had been sleeping in the back seat, woke up and, seeing me focused on driving, climbed over the back of the driver's seat to massage my shoulders. The Hunan section of the Erguang Expressway has many tunnels. Strangely, the first two tunnels were shrouded in thick fog with visibility less than five meters, while the next tunnel revealed a clear night sky. Driving required intense concentration, and it became quite tiring after a while. My wife chatted with me for a while, but I was preoccupied with taking photos and couldn't muster any interest in anything else. Then I called her name and said I had something to tell her. Seeing my serious expression, she stopped what she was doing, moved to the center console, and leaned forward. I said very earnestly, "I meant what I said this afternoon about taking photos of your sister; I wasn't joking." My wife listened calmly without any sign of surprise and then asked if I agreed. She said, "Didn't I agree this afternoon? Aren't you annoying me?" I asked again, "When will we take them?" My wife said, "How should I know? Am I supposed to rush in and take pictures while she's showering?" I said, "That's impossible. Wait until she comes back next time and find an opportunity to take them." She said, "I agree to take the photos, but you'll have to figure out the method yourself." I was so excited I felt like I could fly. I took another small step forward; as long as my wife cooperated, the rest would be easy.
Not long after returning home, my wife's period didn't come, and a checkup confirmed she was pregnant. For safety, we stopped having sex. We tried a few more times, but many restrictions prevented us from being completely satisfied. My wife had severe morning sickness, so we couldn't do too much oral sex. Therefore, throughout the pregnancy, we mostly used our hands. My wife would usually touch my testicles while talking about her first love to stimulate me. Of course, we didn't forget to mention the photo shoot with her younger sister; my wife had promised to find a way.
In the latter half of the year, approaching the National Day holiday, her younger sister confirmed she was going back to her hometown. This was a golden opportunity, so I naturally intensified my persuasion of my wife. I pretended to be pitiful in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and personally took care of everything to move her. When she couldn't sleep at night, we would chat, reminiscing about my courtship and using every opportunity to express my deep love for her—all of this was genuine; I truly love my wife. When my wife was in a good mood, I would bring up the photo shoot. One day, my wife said she had an idea: since she was pregnant, she had many clothes she couldn't wear anymore, so she could have her younger sister try on any that fit and take them with her. My wife is beautiful and loves buying clothes. She uses the large custom-made wardrobe in the master bedroom all by herself, but there's still not enough room for all her clothes. I figured it would be easy for her to take photos later, and I couldn't think of a better solution. So, I worked on persuading my wife while refining the plan.
Finally, we came up with a more workable scheme: when her younger sister comes home, my wife will pretend to help organize her clothes, letting her try on and choose what suits her. While her sister changes, my wife will lie on the bed, pretending to play on her phone, secretly taking photos and videos. The layout of the master bedroom is perfect for this. To the right of the bed is a bay window, about 80 centimeters wide and 5 meters long, perfect for placing clothes. There's a mirror near the headboard for her to check her appearance. Her sister can change between the bed and the bay window, and once she's dressed, she can look up and check her reflection, while my wife plays on her phone against the right side of the bed. The sunlight streaming through the curtains is ample, and my wife's angle while lying down and taking photos is perfect, making it less likely for her sister to suspect anything. My wife initially suggested buying a camera, but after looking around, we couldn't find a suitable place to install it, so we had to give up on that idea. Once the plan was settled, two new problems arose: First, my sister-in-law doesn't need to take off her underwear when trying on clothes, so how could we get her to do that? Second, filming opportunities are fleeting, so how could my wife get more and better shots?
There's always a solution. My wife had a set of lace lingerie that came with a dress purchase, which we planned to give to my sister-in-law for her to try on. However, my sister-in-law is rather conservative, and my wife wasn't entirely confident she could get her to try it on; it was a matter of luck. My wife's filming skills and opportunities were limited, so we decided to have her record video instead of take photos to avoid wasting time. Meanwhile, I planned to record the entire process with my own phone, allowing me to film the key moments my wife focused on and get more footage from different angles.
First, there's an outlet next to the mirror, and charging the phone near the bed won't arouse suspicion; second, we needed to buy a phone stand beforehand and adjust the rear camera angle; finally, there's a drawer under the mirror so the phone screen won't be reflected, and we could neatly place some of my wife's cosmetics nearby to keep the phone out of sight. After getting my wife's permission, I started preparing in advance.
Finally, my wife's younger sister came home, and that evening I eagerly invited her to dinner. She was even more alluring with her exquisite makeup, her cute dimples appearing and disappearing, and her ample breasts sparking my imagination. During dinner, my wife asked her to come to our house the next day to help organize the wardrobe and try on clothes, and my sister-in-law happily agreed. I was both excited and nervous, and when I got home that night, I quickly adjusted my phone. I not only had to choose the best spot, but also experiment with recording and constantly adjusting the tripod angle. Before going to bed, I was too anxious and kept talking to my wife about taking pictures, which made her angry. She said, "I'll take them for you tomorrow," and turned over to sleep, ignoring me. I couldn't sleep and reflected on it. My impatience made my wife suspicious of my motives and caused her some resistance to taking pictures. Tomorrow, I still need to appease my wife and make her understand that taking pictures is just to satisfy my fantasies, and that I chose my sister-in-law only because of her status. Then I went over the details again before going to sleep, and the next morning I didn't mention the pictures at all. After dinner at my wife's house, as we were preparing to go back to my house, I quietly reminded my wife of the things I needed her cooperation with.
While waiting at a red light, I picked up my phone and pretended to play with it for a bit, then loudly exclaimed, "Oops, my phone's dead! I forgot to charge it last night!" My wife replied, "You can charge it when we get home." When we got home, my wife and her younger sister were chatting in the living room. I said I'd change into some shorts and closed the bedroom door. I put my phone on airplane mode and turned off Wi-Fi to avoid unexpected calls or notifications. I turned off all volume and the screen brightness to the lowest setting, so I wouldn't be caught filming if the phone fell off its stand. Then, I quickly placed the phone horizontally on the stand, connected the charging cable, arranged some objects for cover, and started recording. I quickly changed into shorts and went out, deliberately telling my wife not to touch the phone while it was charging, as XXX might call in the afternoon and she should call me then. "I'm not touching your phone! We're getting dressed, don't come in," my wife said, then took her younger sister into the bedroom and closed the door.
I was incredibly excited at that moment, and in the second bedroom, I specifically chose to watch Transformers and turned the volume up. Sitting in front of my laptop, I couldn't concentrate at all; my mind was racing with random thoughts. The sunlight streaming through the window slowly shifted, finally turning into a fiery red afterglow. Two hours later, it was finally over. My wife knocked on the door, saying they'd called and asked me to come home for dinner. My sister-in-law packed a large bag of clothes to take with her, and while they were drinking water in the living room, I quickly went in to grab my phone. The phone was noticeably hot; the video was a whopping 2 hours and 18 minutes long, a whopping 33.2GB in size. The battery was only at 18%, so it seemed charging while recording was useless. Unable to contain my curiosity, I secretly went to the bathroom before leaving and watched it through. The recording was successful; the picture was clear, and the angles and positions were perfect. Back home, I took my wife's phone; she had recorded six videos totaling 1.61GB, but because she was constantly helping my sister-in-law try on clothes, the footage wasn't very good. During dinner, I was anxious to get home and enjoy the videos. Even after going to bed that night, though I felt like I was being scratched by cat claws, I had to pretend I didn't care. My wife asked me what I thought of the video, and I could only continue to act cool: "If I actually filmed it, it wouldn't be anything special. Your sister's figure is way worse than yours; I wouldn't even feel the urge to masturbate. Some things you dream about day and night before you actually do them, but once you do, you don't feel anything." After my cool act, I still secretly watched the video and masturbated after my wife went to sleep. I still clearly remember the excitement and the pounding anticipation I felt.
The second goal was completely achieved: I saw my sister-in-law's naked body completely. My wife was so helpful; she even made my sister-in-law wear sexy lingerie and turn around, so I could see her from both the front and back clearly. In the video, my sister-in-law said it was the first time she had worn sexy lingerie, and I had actually seen it before her boyfriend. When my wife talked about it later, she couldn't understand why she would film her own sister naked and show it to her husband.
No wonder they're sisters; my sister-in-law's pubic hair and nipples are almost identical to my wife's. Sometimes when I'm eating at my in-laws' house, I wonder what their reaction would be if they knew that their eldest daughter had shown me their younger daughter naked? Sometimes, seeing my sister-in-law dressed up and walking around in front of me, remembering her small, full nipples, round breasts, and thick pubic hair, the stark contrast would instantly arouse me. To paraphrase a popular phrase on Douyin (TikTok), I felt like I'd reached the pinnacle of life. Not only did I marry a beautiful wife, but I also got to see my beautiful sister-in-law naked.
That's how people are; once a dream comes true, the passion slowly fades. For a long time after this shoot, I couldn't muster any interest. My sister-in-law came back a few times, but the timing wasn't right, so I didn't plan anything further. There's something worth mentioning. In early September 2016, my sister-in-law called my wife, saying she had an urgent matter to attend to and would be back at work from Friday night to Sunday. I picked her up at the high-speed train station at 10:50 pm on Friday. Since my father-in-law had guests, my sister-in-law's room was occupied, so she went home, sat for a while, and then came to my house. She and my wife were supposed to sleep in the master bedroom that night, but after showering, she said she had to get up early and didn't want to disturb my wife, so she went to sleep in the second bedroom. When I went to take a shower, I immediately saw a black bra on the shelf; it was undoubtedly my sister-in-law's. I'd seen online that many people use other people's bras or panties for masturbation, and on a whim, I grabbed it. I smelled it, but it didn't smell like much, so I used one side to cover my penis and started masturbating. I took turns masturbating with both of them for a while and got aroused, almost ejaculating on them. Afterwards, I entered a state of post-coital bliss. That night, I didn't get intimate with my wife, but I did talk about my sister-in-law. My wife scolded me, saying I was just fantasizing and if I was so capable, I should go and sleep with her. I just laughed it off, not taking it seriously; at that time, my wife wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing.

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