The Neighbor's Two Sisters-in-Law (Family Incest Adult Novel)

I was 28 years old when I got married.

In those days, it was easy to find a girlfriend but difficult to find a place to live.

Getting married without a house doesn't mean you don't have to have sex. Unfortunately, after two or three secretive times, he got his fiancée pregnant.

In those days, if you wanted to get an abortion at the hospital, you not only had to present a marriage certificate, but you also had to have a certificate from your employer. Otherwise, no matter how much you begged for death, the doctor would not agree to end the life in a girl's belly.

At that time, being pregnant before being married (at that time, having a marriage certificate did not count as being married, one had to hold a ceremony with guests to be considered officially married) was a serious crime and would put you in danger of being fired from your job.

My future wife was so scared that she tied her belly tightly with a cloth band. She was in a panic all day long and forced me to get married immediately.

Helpless, he had to borrow a room from someone and hastily hold the wedding.

My child Fu is about to be born, and my company has allocated me a small room so I can finally settle down.

At that time, I was studying part-time.

After my wife was about to give birth, I had no time to take care of her, so I had to let her take a six-month leave from her work and move to the countryside with her child. As a result, I became a bachelor with a wife.

The housing allocated to me by the unit is called a united household, with three families living in one unit.

It is said that this house was used to house military representatives during the Cultural Revolution. It has three rooms, two of which are 18 square meters, one is 14 square meters, and the kitchen is about 10 square meters.

A house like this for a family to live in was considered luxurious at the time, but ordinary people were not qualified to live there.

After the military representative left, the three families united, living in one room each and sharing the kitchen.

The third family was a group of young people who had just gotten married. I was the last one to move in. The other two families had children who were over one year old.

The couple living next door to me, the girl is petite and the boy is quite handsome.

Both husband and wife work and go out early and come back late.

During the day, the child is left at my mother-in-law's house and picked up at night.

The man doesn't like reading and loves playing cards, but he is very diligent in doing housework. He does everything from washing clothes to cooking and washing dishes. After finishing, he either goes to sleep or goes out and comes back in the middle of the night.

The man in the next door family was a college graduate from the countryside (it was not long after the Cultural Revolution and college graduates were the chosen ones). He had just been assigned to work in the Construction Committee and was busy all day long.

His wife is from the countryside, has no job, and is a full-time housewife at home.

I am an easy-going person who never argues. I get along well with my two neighbors.

The two families often quarreled over trivial matters such as cooking and drying clothes.

I work half a day and study half a day, so I spend more time at home during the day. My sister-in-law, who comes from the countryside, is a full-time housewife and has children, so I have more time to meet her.

I have been to the countryside and am familiar with rural life, so I can get along well with the young sister-in-law from the countryside.

In my spare time, I often chat with her about nothing.

For example, her family situation and the process of her marriage with her husband.

She is also willing to talk to me (perhaps because she is lonely at home every day), especially to pour out her inner troubles to me.

She often talked about how she resisted the pressure from her parents and relatives to date her husband, supported her husband's studies, and how her husband almost became a traitor and dumped her after he started working.

She is beautiful, has a good figure and a straightforward personality, but she still has a bit of country-like rusticity.

She often told me that in the countryside, she was considered a pretty girl in the surrounding villages. She came from a good family, and her father and brother worked locally. She also had high standards. Many young men had asked people to come to her house to propose marriage, but she had refused.

Her husband is short and plain-looking.

His family was poor, and the reason why she chose him despite his family's opposition was that, firstly, he had been demobilized from the army and was a militia company commander in the brigade, and secondly, he was well-educated, willing to learn, and often wrote and drew.

She and he could be said to be in a free love relationship. When they first started dating, he was very obedient to her.

Later, he was admitted to university, and she supported him by living frugally.

Unexpectedly, he became cold and indifferent to her before he even graduated.

After he started working, he was still flirting with an older girl at his workplace. If she hadn't made a scene at work, he would have definitely become a traitor.

Every time she talked about this, she became indignant and couldn't stop talking.

Then she often talked about the neighbors who bullied her because she came from the country.

The female neighbor's brother-in-law is her husband's superior. Her husband always advises her to stay away from him, and she often holds back her anger because of this.

I also often comfort her.

Therefore, she had a good impression of me and we could talk about almost anything.

Logically speaking, neighbors should get along with each other normally. No matter how fickle one is, one should not eat grass near his own nest.

Unexpectedly, by chance, I had an affair with her.

It wasn't intentional on her part, and it wasn't intentional on my part, but it just happened.

That day was a rest day, and in broad daylight, there were only her and I in the unit.

Her husband is on a business trip and the woman next door has gone back to her parents' home.

She was washing clothes at the door of her house. I was tired of studying, so I went up to her and chatted with her.

As the conversation went on, they somehow ended up talking about her breasts, and continued on this topic until they told a story about her romantic affairs.

This is how it started.

Her breasts were extremely big, even though she had a child, and she didn't wear a bra.

She sat on a low stool and washed clothes, her breasts hanging in front of her chest swaying with her body.

I smiled and said, your breasts are too big. Don’t you feel uncomfortable with them hanging in front of your chest and swinging back and forth? She replied, yes, Xiao X (female neighbor) next door always laughs at me because my breasts have grown to my belly button.

After saying this, he laughed.

I said, was it this big before you got married? She smiled and said, "It wouldn't be a big deal if it were this big. Well, I'm just good-looking. When I was a girl, my breasts were bulging. I wanted to cover them but couldn't. People always stared at me, which was so embarrassing."

I joked that when I went to the countryside, there was a bachelor in the village who, when watching movies (movies in the countryside were shown outdoors at that time), would always go to places where there were many girls. He would touch them whenever he had the chance, deliberately rub their breasts, and even pinch them unexpectedly.

Have you ever encountered something like this? She said that it was the same no matter where you were, some evil men would always come up to you and bump and rub you with their elbows.

I said, what would you do if you encountered such a thing? She said, what else can she do? She might as well just keep quiet and hide away when there are empty spaces. But there is nothing she can do if there are too many people and she can't avoid them.

I laughed and said, that's not just asking for someone to take advantage of you.

She said that some people just brushed against them, while the brave ones even put their hands up to pinch them, making it impossible to avoid them.

I said, why don’t you get angry when your husband is around? She said that when there are men around, such things happen less often.

But I wouldn't always be with him. When I went to the movies, I would mostly go with the girls from the village. This happened quite often.

I smiled and said, you can't blame others, your breasts are too conspicuous. Other girls may not have as much as you if they encounter the same thing.

She laughed and said that when she was watching a movie with Xiao Yi (her husband's surname was Yi), he always liked to hit her with his elbow.

I laughed too.

The conversation was going on fine, but for some reason, when the topic of her husband came up, she became angry again.

She said, that time, after I went to his unit to make a scene, he got scared and came back to say nice things to me. I also said, that old girl in your unit is not comparable to me in any way except that she is a city girl, she is skinny and old.

At that time, I was angry for an unknown period of time. Before I married her, I was so resentful that I wanted to cheat on her and not give her my body.

Hearing her say this, I felt happy and teased her on purpose, asking, "Did you steal it?" She said, no, but she always thought so in her heart.

I smiled and said, even though it's a girl looking for a boy, there's a layer of gauze between them, and this layer of gauze is not so easy to break.

She said, it's not that difficult. If I wasn't a serious person, I would have been considered by other men when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.

I smiled and said, you girls are blessed because you are allowed to set fires but not men to light lamps. You started dating others when you were seventeen or eighteen, and you get jealous when Xiao Yi says something or makes a glance at others.

She said, "No way. Xiaoyi and I had never dated anyone else before. He and I live in the same village next to each other. If I had dated someone else, he would not have known about it."

I asked deliberately, so what happened to you saying that your thoughts were almost thought of by someone else? This woman is just very vain. Seeing that I seemed not to believe her, she told me something that she had probably never told anyone else.

She said, "No, it was my uncle who shared the same room with me. He was very evil. One day, he came to my room and saw that no one was there. He pushed me to the head of the bed, untied my clothes, touched and pinched my chest, and even sucked it with his mouth, which made me feel very nervous." I asked, "Then how come he didn't think of what you were thinking?" She laughed and said, "I was in a daze and he took off my pants. He took out his thing and insisted that I squeeze it with my hand. It was so big that I was scared and thought I was innocent. I firmly disagreed, but he refused to let go. I said, "If you don't let go, I will call for help." Only then did I escape this disaster.

I said, so he'll just let it go like this from now on? She smiled and said, my uncle is very evil. My breasts had been touched by him several times before. That day, he found that I was the only one in the room, and he became even more evil. He pressed me on the bed and rubbed me for an hour, which made me almost unable to bear it. If his thing wasn’t so big, he would have taken advantage of me.

After I found out that he not only wanted to pinch my breasts but also wanted to take over my body, I always avoided him.

I laughed and said, that proves that you were already feeling evil because of his squeezing of your breasts at that time, and then I said, you too, it’s not good to have a big thing, others can’t even think of a big one.

She laughed and said, "I was still a girl at that time, very young, and I was afraid."

I said, if it were now, you definitely wouldn’t be afraid.

She just laughed and said nothing when she heard that.

She was talking to me while rubbing her clothes. Her white neck was exposed from her open collar, and half of her two round breasts could be seen.

Apart from her rustic look, she is indeed a beautiful woman.

At this time, I had been separated from my wife for more than two months, and I had long been feeling sexually hungry. At this point, my heart naturally became a little crooked, and I felt hard and swollen down there, so I had the urge to kiss and touch her to quench my thirst, but I didn't dare to act rashly.

I guess that the reason why she is so resentful towards her husband is not only because she is still a country girl and her husband's status has changed, but also because she has become a Chen Shimei. There may be other reasons as well.

So he decided to tease her again to create an opportunity to take action.

I went on to say, it's a good thing you didn't do anything stupid.

If you really do it in anger, you might regret it later.

She said, I have always been a decisive person in doing things. Once I do what I want to do, I will definitely not regret it.

I said, that’s not necessarily true. What you said about Xiao Yi was just your guess and not necessarily the truth. In the end, he still married you.

Besides, you, Xiao Yi, work in the Construction Committee. You will be promoted to a section level as soon as you enter the office. Who knows, you may be promoted in the future. Why should you care too much about the past?

She said angrily, I get angry when I mention this matter.

It was me who was determined to follow him in the beginning. I couldn't find a good family for him.

I feel annoyed whenever I think about it now. What's the point of following him? I'll just be working like a slave in the house all day long. He's short and not a good person, so it's useless even if he becomes a high-ranking official.

I say, he is a little short, but isn't it a bit too much to say that he is not good? He can write and draw, graduated from university, has a good job, and has a bright future.

Maybe she was too angry and she said without hesitation, "That's not what I meant."

I still didn't quite understand what she said, so I asked her, "Then what else is wrong?" She said, "What's wrong? It's the way I do things."

Now I seemed to understand. Could it be that she was talking about my poor skills in bed?

He thought, if he really wasn't good in bed, then life would be really hard for them as a young couple. No wonder she was so resentful towards him.

In order to get to the bottom of the matter, I deliberately added fuel to the fire and said to her with a regretful tone, "I understand what you mean. I don't want to respond to you. What you mean is that others want to pick a flower but can't, but it is placed on the branch and can only be looked at but not picked, right?"

I think the meaning of this statement is already explicit enough.

She might have stopped there, but I didn't expect her to continue with the next sentence: When I was not in the village, I knew how many people were worried about me. They came to this damn place and locked up Renfu.

From what she said, it seemed like she wanted to steal something that others couldn't. I thought it was a good idea, so I continued, "I believe what she said. I have many acquaintances in the village, so it's convenient to get along with them."

Besides, you are beautiful and have big breasts. Which man would think about you? If I were your uncle in the village, I would never let the cooked duck fly away.

She laughed and said, he was afraid that I would really scream and have no place to hide my face.

I asked deliberately, if he really did it, would you scream.

She said, who would dare to shout out such things? If they did, they would only bring shame upon themselves.

At that time, he was touching and pinching me all over. I felt so nervous that my body went limp.

I laughed and said, your uncle is a man of lust but has a small courage. If he persists a little longer and uses a little force, he will definitely get over the addiction.

Once you have started, maybe you can continue.

She laughed and said, you men’s fortune is not a good thing, you never have enough to eat and you never get enough to feed.

As the saying goes, listen to the words by their voices and the gongs and drums by their sounds.

Hearing her say this, my heart was really about to make a move, but at this time she had already washed the clothes and was preparing to hang them out to dry.

The unit door is open, so it's not a good time to take action.

Experience tells me that opportunities cannot be missed. This matter must not be left unattended and one must strike while the iron is hot.

So, she hung out the clothes and I helped her, wishing she could hang out the clothes right away.

While helping her hang clothes to dry, I pretended to bump into her breast accidentally.

After drying the clothes, I went back to my room for a while, waiting for the best opportunity to get her. After she entered her room, I took the opportunity to close the door of the unit. I did this just in case, so that if I got the upper hand, I could just go straight in.

Even if you can't get started, you can still move forward and backward freely.

After she went into her room, she didn't come out or close the door.

I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so I had to go into her room and wait for her to come out, for fear that the opportunity would be lost.

Holding a glass of water, I walked quietly to her door and saw her sitting on the bed in the inner room, fixing her hair.

I walked to the door of her inner room, looked at her image reflected in the coat mirror on the wardrobe beside her bed, and talked to her.

I say, you are really pretty, but Xiao Yi, you really need to be careful when wearing a hat.

She said, he has the heart of a ghost, he doesn't care about me at all.

I said, he should regret not taking you to heart.

She said, he regrets nothing.

I said, he can let you go. If he didn't, it would be strange if he didn't take good care of you.

She said that he had such great ability that he could take pictures of anything, including a living person with legs.

I say, what you say is too mysterious. If someone really wants to get you, will you agree? .

She said, there's no way to convince him, and he's useless. I got upset and didn't care about his being a nephew. Women aren't meant to be fucked by men.

Her words were so evil that the lust in my heart grew stronger and stronger. I no longer wanted to hide my true self. Success or failure depended on just one thought.

To be on the safe side, I thought, I should try it with words first, and then think of other ways if that doesn't work.

I continued with my final test and said to her, "Now that you've said that, I'm feeling really happy. I really want to pinch your big breasts."

She said, what's so good about pinching a pair of hanging breasts.

Now that things had come to this, I decided to give it a try, so I walked up to her and actually touched her breasts.

She pushed my hand away.

I said, look, if someone really misses you, why would you refuse to do it? She didn't move and remained silent.

I sat down next to her and whispered, "Can we just play for a while?" She stared at me and said, what's so fun about country people?

I said, I have never had the concept of country people and city people, only the difference between beautiful people and not beautiful people.

She said, what's beautiful about me? I said, I think your eyes, eyebrows and nose are pretty, but your breasts are a little too big.

She smiled.

At this time, I had already inserted my hand into the crack of her bra button.

She grabbed my hand and stopped me from putting it in, and whispered, "No, you're just saying it, why are you serious?" I said, I just squeezed your breast, are you reluctant to do that? She said that there was nothing wrong with pinching breasts, but it would be unbearable if someone saw it.

I said, I closed the door of the unit, so no one could see it.

She smiled and said, you men are a ghost.

I say, if you don’t act like this, you’re not a man.

She pinched my arm hard and said, "You're lucky. You can only pinch it once."

I said, one is too little, let’s do two.

After saying that, he quickly put his hand on her chest.

Her two breasts are really big. She is a young woman who has breastfed. Her breasts are completely different from those of a girl. They are soft and lack elasticity when held in the hands, but they can be squeezed into various shapes.

I gently held her in my arms, and my hands reached from under her clothes to her chest, sliding back and forth on her breasts, kneading them in turn and wantonly.

She closed her eyes slightly and leaned softly in my arms.

At this time, my penis was already hard and erect. Pretending to want to see her breasts, I pushed her down on the bed, pounced on her, and pressed her body under me.

She was gasping for breath due to my pressure, and kept twisting her body, saying in a trembling voice, "You can only touch my breasts, can't I touch them while holding me?" It's so stressful that I can't breathe, she said as she struggled.

I said, I'll just press you down and kiss you.

After saying that, he blocked her mouth with his own.

She kept moving her face to avoid my mouth.

At this moment, I was burning with desire. I just held her hands, unbuttoned her clothes with my mouth, kissed her half-exposed breasts, and bit her erect nipples and kept sucking them.

After a while, her body stopped twisting violently, and she let me kiss her mouth to mouth, entwining her tongue with mine.

Her body was really plump. I supported myself on the bed with one hand, and while kissing her, I started to touch her round arms and moved my other hand down, across her chest, to her back, and then inserted it into the back of her pants to touch her fat ass. I hadn't had sex for a long time, and I just felt that her skin all over her body was very soft and smooth. I pulled back my hands and grabbed, squeezed and kneaded her two big breasts.

While we were plundering, I felt her hand accidentally bumped into my penis. I took the opportunity to unzip my pants and took out my little brother, which had already been hot as fire and hard as iron.

I pulled her hand over to me, and as soon as she touched there, she quickly pulled it back.

I whispered to her, pinch it.

Her face turned red and she said, "You wish. I won't pinch you."

I didn't force her and reached out to untie her belt.

She waved her hands to resist and said, "You are so ungrateful."

I said, let me take a look down there.

She said, what's so good about that place, but finally I let me pull down her trousers and trousers.

I licked her vagina with my tongue. At first she covered it tightly with her hands and said panickily, "No, how can I use my mouth?"

I said, yes it's possible.

Her labia were swollen and engorged with blood. I used my tongue to lick her clitoris until it became as big as a pea and water was already oozing out of it.

I stared into her watery eyes and whispered, let me do it once.

She said, no.

I said, I can't stand it anymore, if you don't believe me, look, and then I pulled her hand and put it on my penis.

This time, she didn't let go. Instead, she followed my instructions and gently pinched it with her fingers and rubbed it slowly, saying in a soft voice, "It's so scary, this big thing."

I said, it’s not good to be big, I’m going to put it in and do it.

At this time, she no longer refused, but said in a sweet voice, I let you do it, but you can't tell anyone.

I said, of course, I know that.

So she completely relaxed.

My penis was already hot as fire and hard as iron, and it easily entered her slippery vagina.

I put her legs on my shoulders, raised my buttocks, and inserted my penis into her vagina quickly and slowly. After a few strokes, I pushed it hard into the deepest part. Every time I hit her clitoris, she would let out a soft moan in her throat.

The charming scene at that time and the joy that penetrated into the bones are really hard to describe in words.

Time passed quickly. I hadn't had sex for a long time and I was full of energy. In about half an hour, I did it twice. The second time lasted longer than the first time, and it felt even better than the first time.

Unfortunately, she only gave me this one chance.

About a month later, she moved out.

Her husband's company allocated a new house and also arranged a temporary job for her.

After she left, the room remained empty for half a year before someone moved in. He was a single man who sometimes came to sleep in the middle of the night and was rarely seen during the day.

During the past six months, there were actually only two families living in the unit.

Gradually, I became familiar with the couple next door.

The hostess of this family is named Jiang and the husband is named Zhou.

To be honest, apart from being a bit fussy, the couple are pretty nice people.

I am a careless person and I just put the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things in the kitchen aside after use.

The thing they are not particular about is that they often share my things.

I mention this not because I'm stingy, but because the story I'm about to tell is somewhat related to this.

Young people are easy to get along with. They are always chatting and laughing while cooking in the kitchen, so they know a lot about the love affairs between the couple.

My female neighbor's sister used to live in this room of mine, and it was her sister who introduced her to my husband.

Her husband is hardworking and handsome.

That's why she combined the two.

But after Xiao Yi and I came, her husband's shortcomings became apparent. Although her husband is diligent, he is not hardworking, he has little knowledge, and his conversation and words are a bit lacking in comparison.

Once, when I was chatting with her, I mentioned this matter. She said, "It would be great if my husband could study as hard as you do."

I said, not necessarily, everyone has their own preferences for radish and cabbage.

My wife told me that it’s your Xiao Zhou who is good at taking care of all the household chores.

When I get home I read books, have clothes and food provided for me, and don't do housework.

She said, what's the point of being a man if he does housework all day long? My brother-in-law transferred him from the collective to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau a few years ago. If he had any potential, he would not be like this today.

A grown man doing housework all day long is like a concubine.

If he is willing to work hard at his studies, I will let him do the laundry, grocery shopping and cooking.

You thought he was diligent and had a hard time with nothing to do. You didn't see him running out after dinner. At home, he either sat there and dozed off or went to bed early.

It makes me upset to see him like this.

From now on, if you can’t speak or write, it will be difficult for you to gain a foothold wherever you go.

The mountain above you can see is always higher than the one above. It is true that every family has its own difficulties.

Maybe because of this, or other reasons, when I took the opportunity to flirt with her, she didn't resist at all.

That night, her husband went out to play somewhere (there were no pagers or mobile phones at that time). In the middle of the night, her child suddenly had a fever. She was so anxious that she woke me up from my sleep and asked me to accompany her to take the child to the hospital.

I hurriedly got dressed, rode my bike to take her and the child to the hospital to see a doctor for the rash, and was busy for more than two hours before I returned home.

After returning home, the child fell asleep, and she leaned on the bed with her clothes on and watched her.

I advised her not to worry.

She said, I'm not anxious, I'm just upset.

She said, look, which man is like him, not coming back so late at night? If it weren’t for you today, how could a woman like me carry her (the child) to the hospital in the middle of the night? I’m so sorry that you couldn’t sleep.

I said, it’s nothing, we’re neighbors, it’s my duty to help.

Xiao Zhou hasn't come back tonight. Where could he have been?

She said, God knows where he has gone, what else can he do besides playing cards.

I said, yes, what's so special about playing cards all night long?

Seeing that she was anxious, I felt embarrassed to go to bed, so I stayed to talk to her. I first talked to her while standing, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

She didn't say anything, just moved in.

She also got up after sleeping and went to the hospital. At this time, she was leaning on the bed, looking lazy, with her outer coat covering her chest. Her two round breasts were bulging under the tight clothes inside.

I don't know why, but I suddenly became distracted and extremely bold. When the evil thought came to my mind, I didn't think much and held her in my arms with one hand and put my other hand on her chest to touch her breasts through her clothes.

Maybe it was because my action was too sudden, or maybe she was embarrassed to bother me in the middle of the night, but I kept pinching her breasts for two or three minutes. She pushed my hands away and didn't react much. She just said, it's getting late, time to go to bed.

This is the first time, it can only be considered a coincidence.

The next day, she didn't say anything and everything was as usual.

I didn't take it seriously and didn't look for any opportunity.

But as people often say, if something like this happens once, it will happen again.

In the blink of an eye, it was hot.

Because I had an exam coming up, I reviewed my lessons until midnight every day. The weather was too hot, so I always left the door open.

That day, it was already past twelve o'clock and she ran over to ask me for mosquito coils.

I was too lazy to get up, so I told her to go to the inner room and get it herself.

She went in and couldn't find it, so she asked me to help look for it, so I had to get up and go in to get it.

At this moment, I realized that she was only wearing a pair of panties and a sleeveless top, revealing her arms and legs, which were white. My heart was immediately disturbed, and taking the opportunity to find mosquito coils, I pressed my legs against her body and squeezed her against the cabinet. I used one hand to grab the mosquito coils, and with the other hand, I reached around her back to her armpit and touched her chest.

Of course she noticed my intention and dodged to the side.

When my lower abdomen was close to her raised round buttocks, my little brother became hard. Once the lustful thoughts arose, I didn't think much and pushed forward to her.

At that time, if she had asked me, what are you doing? Or I could say, forget it, I don’t want mosquito coils anymore, and maybe I’ll stop.

But she didn't say that. When I approached her and hugged her in my arms, she struggled hard but said, "Stop making trouble. There is someone outside the window." (We lived on the first floor and the window was open at the time. There was indeed someone outside the window enjoying the cool air, but the curtains were drawn most of the way down the window, so no one could be seen from inside or outside).

She spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito, fearing that people outside might hear her. This not only failed to stop me, but instead made me bolder.

While we were struggling, she retreated step by step to the bed. I pushed her down on the bed, pounced on her, clamped her body with my legs, reached my hand into her clothes, and pinched one of her breasts.

She struggled hard but made no sound.

How can a woman resist a man? I pressed her tightly under my body, stopped her struggling hands with one hand, and lifted her clothes with the other hand, and began to touch and pinch her smooth breasts. During the stalemate, she never shouted loudly, but just kept whispering that this could not be done and asked me to let go.

There were only me and her in the unit at that moment (her child was young and had already fallen asleep), and I had been celibate for a long time, so my body was burning with desire and I was unwilling to let go.

At this time, she had struggled hard to sit up, and I hugged her tightly around the waist and sat her in my arms. I touched her breast with one hand and reached into her shorts with the other hand. Her arms were on my shoulders. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and gently lifted her buttocks, tentatively sliding the penis slowly in her vagina, moving in and out regularly according to the rule of nine shallow and two deep.

Although there was no light in the inner room, the light from the outer room and the skylight from the window made the view clear.

I saw that her eyes were closed, her body was lying flat on her back, and her legs were hanging down from the bed, hooked tightly around my knees. I felt that all the big problems had disappeared, so I started to do it boldly.

Sometimes I thrust my penis rapidly into her vagina, and sometimes I stopped and used my hands to hug her chest and back. She pursed her lips tightly and made no sound, but I could feel her body twisting under me from time to time, and her vagina was flooded with water. My little brother really made me proud and it took twenty to thirty minutes before I ejaculated.

I felt happy from the bottom of my heart, and she was so exhausted that she had no strength left.

The first half was the front entry position, with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed.

In the second half, I turned her body over and entered her from behind, while pumping and pinching her breasts.

When my penis began to move in and out of her vagina and rub violently, she had become a docile sheep.

When I wanted to change to the doggy style, she did not refuse and quickly adjusted the position according to my wishes.

When my semen ejaculated rapidly, I felt the end of her vagina tightening again and again. After that, I hugged her body and laid her on the bed on her side. I put one hand gently around her neck and kissed her, and with the other hand I continued to squeeze and play with her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard, and then I held them in my mouth and sucked them.

After a while, she suddenly broke free, quickly put on her pants, and ran back to her own room.

I chased after her and handed her the mosquito coil. She took the mosquito coil and closed the door tightly.

After that, she didn't say a word to me for more than a month.

Of course, I would occasionally find opportunities to show my affection to her.

In the end, the relationship returned to normal, and the two still talked and laughed, but no one mentioned the incident.

This incident was like a meteor in the sky, which flashed across the sky and disappeared forever in the dark night sky.