Chapter 39

I grunted in agreement and carefully propped myself up, pulling my now-soft penis out of my sister’s body. Instantly, both of our vaginal fluids and semen gushed out of my sister’s vagina. I watched as my penis was pulled out, and her vaginal opening slowly closed, leaving only a narrow, pink slit. The vaginal fluids flowed out from that slit, it was so tempting.

I got off my sister and sat down to the side. My sister sat up too, exclaimed, and said, “Why is there so much water? It’s so wet, the bed is all wet. We need to wipe it up.”

I couldn’t find any paper, so my sister thought for a moment, then found her own panties and slowly used them to wipe the semen off the bamboo mat. Soon her panties were completely wet. She then carefully wiped my penis, and then wiped her own vulva. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

I said, “Sister, are we still playing cards?” She said no, and told me to put on my underwear and take a nap while she went to wash her underwear and other clothes. I put on my underwear and lay down on the bed, feeling really dizzy and needing a good rest. My sister found some dirty clothes, wrapped the wet underwear in them, and went out to wash it.

When I woke up, my sister came to call me to have dinner. I had slept for several hours. After dinner, I went out and played with my friends for a while. That night, my sister and I simply took off our clothes and touched each other’s bodies. We couldn’t help but do it again. I ejaculated all my semen into my sister’s vagina. It felt so good that I didn’t even pull my penis out. We then fell asleep holding each other.

From then on, sex became a necessity for my brother and me. As long as my penis could get erect, we would have sex, which my sister would call “doing it.” I feel that my sister had a really strong sex drive back then; she wanted it almost every day, and sometimes we would do it several times. We were really going all out.

Time flew by. Three years later, after my sister and I had sex repeatedly, she graduated from junior high school at the age of 16 and was admitted to a vocational school. I was in my final year of junior high school at that time. We had sex countless times. Later, my sister rarely came home, and I learned to masturbate. My sister would only come home once every few months. My parents felt that we were both grown up, so they tried to get us to sleep in separate rooms. Later, I went to high school in the city and lived at the school. We had sex less often, and it felt like we had grown distant.

I remember the last time I had sex with my sister was when she was 19. I hadn’t slept with her for two years, and we hadn’t been able to have sex. We were supposed to sleep in separate rooms, but that day, some relatives came to visit and stayed at our house. So my dad asked them to sleep in my sister’s room, and my sister slept in my room again that day.

I was so excited, thinking about being able to make love with my sister again, and I prepared to go to sleep early. That night, I slept wearing only my underwear. Strangely, my sister lay down without taking off her pants or clothes. I tried to touch her body, but she pushed me away. I wasn’t giving up, so I put my hand inside her pants. She pushed me away a little, but I persisted, and she stopped resisting.

I slipped my hand inside my sister’s panties and felt a lot of pubic hair. At that moment, I realized my sister wasn’t the same sister I used to have sex with every day; her body had changed. My sister looked at me and said:

“Little brother, what are you trying to do? What we did before was wrong. If you get pregnant, it’ll be all over. We can’t do that anymore, understand?”

I became sad. My sister paused for a moment, didn’t say anything, took off her clothes and pants, and then told me to take off my underwear. She grabbed my penis and started touching it, and I immediately got an erection.

My sister was very proactive, telling me to lie on top of her. I looked curiously at her now very large breasts and touched them with my hands. They were really big; her breasts used to be so small. Looking at her vulva, her white vulva was now covered with thick pubic hair, and I could hardly find her vagina anymore.

My sister spread her legs and then pinched my penis, aiming it at her vagina. I thrust my hips in with force, and I felt that my sister’s vagina had become wider and softer. My penis seemed a bit small in comparison, and I was a little at a loss.

My sister hugged me and said, “Little brother, don’t ejaculate inside me, okay? We’ve done it this once, and you can’t do it again. You can’t tell anyone either, I have a boyfriend, you know?” I seemed to understand. At 17, I knew many of my classmates were dating, but I had never liked any girl. Now that my sister had a boyfriend, we couldn’t have sex like before… But I still pleaded with her, “Sis, this is the last time, just let me ejaculate inside you like before.” “Sigh,” my sister sighed, “Fine, let’s end this here.”

To prolong my time with my sister, I thrust slowly. I don’t even know if I was feeling sad while making love to her. My sister seemed very calm. When her vaginal fluids increased, I wanted to ejaculate. I deliberately inserted my penis as deep as possible into her vagina and ejaculated into her vagina… I felt my penis thrusting inside her vagina, and the semen flowed out in spurts. My sister seemed to have sensed my thoughts. After we finished, she didn’t wash herself at all. She just put her clothes back on and lay down, telling me to sleep. I drifted off to sleep leaning against my sister.

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Chapter 20

I turned my sister-in-law into my bed pet.

My wife and I were both born in a rural village in central China. Like many Chinese farmers, her parents had serious [problems/situations].

Driven by a strong desire for a son, after giving birth to her, he was willing to risk severe punishment to have another child, unaware that the second pregnancy would bring even more trouble.

It was a daughter, my sister-in-law. But thankfully, hard work pays off, and a few years later, my brother-in-law…

And so it was born. However, this greatly increased the financial burden on their family. Although his parents-in-law…

He wanted to stick to the old ways, but he was still a sensible person. He knew his eldest daughter was intelligent, so he used all his savings to send her to school. His wife was ten…

I went to middle school in the provincial capital at the age of two, and went to university in Beijing at the age of eighteen, pursuing a combined bachelor’s and master’s degree. As for me, nominally I am also considered…

He’s the son of an official; his dad’s the village head. But I’m smart enough to keep up with my wife. Luckily…

Well, my family only has one son, so the financial pressure is low, and he has a tiny official hat on his head, having been married to my wife since he was a child.

We were betrothed as children. After graduation, we both became civil servants and got married last year. Given that we’re not even thirty yet…

Owning a nearly 200-square-meter penthouse duplex in Beijing is indeed no easy feat.

My wife’s younger sister is like a younger sister to me because my wife and I were betrothed when we were children. We usually just call her that.

“Little Sister.” She and my wife are completely different people. People say that a woman’s beauty and intelligence are inversely proportional.

Absolutely right, that description of the two sisters is incredibly apt. My wife is of average appearance, and…

Her looks are so-so, her hair is a bit yellow and dry. To put it bluntly, although I’m not Zhuge Liang, I married a…

A wife like Huang Yueying. The sister-in-law is different; she’s young, but simple-minded, only in her early twenties.

She still acts like a teenage girl, spending all her time going out with other girls, carefree and silly, yet…

She completely disregards men; I wonder if she’s sexually uninterested in them. But her beauty…that’s…

She was quite famous within a radius of several miles, and even in the town itself. It was said that matchmakers had approached her before she came of age, but she…

She was arrogant and waited for the right price to come in, only reluctantly agreeing to be sold after her parents-in-law had had enough and gave her a firm order.

They accepted it.

My wife and I, as close relatives, naturally had to go back for my younger sister’s wedding. As for the civil servant thing…

To be honest, there’s not much to do; but if there is, I can’t stray too far from my post, lest…

When the higher-ups were looking for him, they couldn’t find him. Therefore, rushing back to our hometown for my younger sister’s wedding was a special experience for us.

A rare holiday. Little did I know, my romantic encounter would begin that day.

I deliberately went back to my hometown three days early just to see my family whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. According to the customs of my hometown…

My younger sister wasn’t allowed to leave her house for three days before her wedding, and she couldn’t see any men except for family members. I’m her older sister.

A husband can, of course, openly visit his wife’s family. If there’s any ulterior motive, that’s true; I’d like to see for myself too.

What did this little vixen look like before she got married?

The day before the wedding, my mother-in-law and wife, along with a large group of women, busied themselves preparing for the wedding the following day.

I settled things with my own relatives and came over under the guise of helping out, but I managed to steal a moment to sit with my father-in-law.

We were chatting over warm wine. Just then, my younger sister slipped out of her inner room and plopped down in the chair opposite me.

Below. It was the height of summer, and in the rural countryside, without air conditioning, the ceiling fans were of very limited use. The younger sister was wearing…

She wore short hot pants, revealing two long, white, shapely legs. When crossed, one could almost see her thighs from the outside.

Her buttocks, and her tight short-sleeved top, somehow made her large breasts look incredibly high, I wonder if it was the lighting.

The only problem is that my eyesight is bad; I can’t even see the outline of the bra. Could it be that this little devil is going braless?

The younger sister tied a large ponytail at the back of her head and said, “Dad, brother-in-law, I’m going out to play for a while.” (Father-in-law)

With a sullen face, he said, “What are you playing around for? You’re getting married tomorrow, can’t you behave yourself?” I knew my father-in-law was…

The little vixen both loved and hated her; she loved her beauty, which made her look good in public, but she hated her for being “unfaithful.”

“Way,” and she’s also losing face. If you ask me, compared to women in Beijing and Shanghai, this young lady is “not upholding the virtues of womanhood.”

There’s absolutely no way to pin the blame on her; she’s just playful and mischievous, and her relationships with men aren’t any different from the other girls in the village.

No matter how open-minded she is, in an overly conservative environment, she’s still considered a minor non-mainstream figure. According to my…

I reckon the girl is still a virgin. Men, deep down, have a primal, animalistic desire to spread their gayness.

Because, over 90% of men with sisters-in-law have inappropriate thoughts about them, and I’m no exception. Of course,

Thinking about it is one thing, doing it is another, but how many fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law can actually buy the big one and get the small one free? At least I haven’t met any.

The younger sister reluctantly returned to her room and began smashing things. Her father-in-law shook his head, at a loss for what to do.

It seems he’s really had his head pounding over this unruly daughter. As for me, even if I were just a nobody, well…

He was a high-ranking official from the capital, and held some influence in the village, making it inconvenient for him to enter his sister-in-law’s room. He had no choice but to…

The wife called them over, and the two sisters talked privately in the room for half an hour before they finally calmed things down.

The next day was my younger sister’s wedding day. I arrived at my father-in-law’s house early, ostensibly to help out, but actually to drink heartily.

Smoking and entertaining guests—that was the real deal. It wasn’t until this moment that I first met the girl who was about to become my sister.

My husband’s husband is a tall and handsome man with permed hair and fair skin; he doesn’t look like someone from the countryside at all.

According to the villagers, he’s the town mayor’s son, a student at an art academy, or to put it more politely, an artist.

To put it bluntly, he’s just an actor. If we’re talking about family connections, I can’t compete with him; my dad’s only a village chief. But if we’re talking about personal connections…

I’m much better off than him; at least I’m a high-ranking official in Beijing, far superior to his father. That’s what I thought…

There’s a hint of Ah Q in it, thinking about how the little sister’s virgin private parts are most likely untouched, and her athletic body…

My body is going to be enjoyed by this pretty boy tonight, and I’m actually a little jealous.

The busy and chaotic wedding had drained my energy for the day. After watching my younger sister enter the bridal chamber, I was quite drunk.

With his wife’s help, he returned home and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up early by my wife, who hadn’t slept in at my hometown for years: “Get up, we’re going out for a big day!”

“It’s over!” I squinted and replied, “What happened? Was there an earthquake?” My wife asked anxiously, “What else?”

“Just kidding, my little sister’s getting a divorce!” Upon hearing this, I immediately jumped up: “What the hell?! They just got married yesterday!”

“We’re getting married!” Without a word, my wife forced me to get dressed and dragged me towards the Civil Affairs Bureau. When we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau…

My father-in-law, mother-in-law, and younger sister were all there. My younger sister’s face was flushed red; I couldn’t tell if it was from shyness or something else. My father-in-law…

The mother’s face was ashen, as were the brother-in-law’s parents, whom she had met yesterday; their faces were deathly pale. The brother-in-law himself was also present.

She was still so pale and silent. I tugged at my wife’s sleeve and asked her gently, and she finally whispered the reason in my ear:

It turns out that a few months ago, when my in-laws gave my younger sister their strict orders, they hadn’t even met their prospective son-in-law yet, only relying on a few photos…

A photo and a resume were enough to arrange the marriage. Little did I know this pretty boy would be gay; last night…

All night, not only did he not touch his younger sister, but they also slept under separate blankets. This morning, his younger sister exposed him to his parents-in-law.

Yang Jing was utterly ashamed. Given his father’s position as town mayor, his younger sister was destined to suffer this injustice in silence, but then…

With my wife and I, two minor officials in Beijing, backing my younger sister up, she won’t have to live a life of forced widowhood. I whispered to her…

The wife said, “Let’s get a divorce. Anyway, the younger sister didn’t lose out to him. One’s a lesbian, the other’s a lesbian. He can’t even get a…”

“I got up.” My wife pinched my arm: “You dare joke like that!”

This kind of thing is disgraceful for anyone, and nobody wants to escalate it. After more than an hour of discussion, the two sides reached a conclusion.

Good terms. They signed the divorce papers, the in-laws returned the betrothal gifts, and the marriage certificate was cancelled. I thought that was the end of it.

It was over, but when the younger sister got home, she saw that her marital status on her household registration book was listed as “divorced,” and she was immediately…

Enraged, she smashed the decorative screen I had given her, which bore the inscription “Eternal Union,” to pieces, and yelled:

“Outrageous! Just like that, we got a divorce!” My wife, sensing the situation, half-pushed, half-pulled me back to the room.

They also said goodbye and went home early.

My week-long vacation was coming to an end. On the night before I left, my wife crawled naked into my bed.

Her mature, beautiful vagina straddled me, and I, having been pent up for a week, naturally thrust my rod into her body without hesitation:

“Is that old hag so thirsty she can’t stand it anymore?” I thrust my stick all the way down to my wife’s cervix.