Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang again. It was the same guy from before. "Hey beautiful, keep moaning for me. That sounded hotter than the widow Wang getting fucked. I'd even pay to hear more."
My sister-in-law's cheeks flushed red as she immediately blacklisted the number. That guy was a real pervert. He'd been caught stealing the widow Wang's panties last time, and even after a beating from his father, he clearly hadn't learned his lesson.
"Ethan, you are completely out of line," she seethed, her chest heaving with anger. "Putting your hands on your sister-in-law... you've brought nothing but shame to this family. You can stop me now, but as soon as you leave for school, I'm going to have a long talk with your parents." I didn't have the courage to look her in the eye.
I had to admit, she was cunning. She had me by the balls. I would rather die a heroic death than have my family find out about this. There are no secrets in a small village. If a man slept with the widow Wang one night, the entire village would know by the next day. That was something to brag about. But their thinking was traditional. City people might think it's a great story to sleep with their sister-in-law, but back home, you'd get your legs broken. After all, they say your older brother is like your father.
In the end, I surrendered to her tyranny. The moment I pulled down my pants, tears welled up in my eyes. I was eighteen. I wasn't a child anymore. I had a sense of shame.
Before this, I had always believed that the woman who got to see my dick would be my wife, or at least my girlfriend. But it was my sister-in-law. An indescribable sense of humiliation crushed my spirit.
They say a man doesn't cry easily, but who ever considers that men have sorrows they can't speak of?
I wouldn't shed a tear if you beat me or cursed me. But I couldn't stand being humiliated. Seeing my tears, she was momentarily taken aback before letting out a giggle. "Oh, regretting it now? Why didn't you think of that when you were staining my panties? It's fine if the top part cries a little first. It'll be the bottom part's turn soon."
My sister-in-law was truly filthy, a real wordsmith. In front of her, I was just a naive little lamb, completely at her mercy.
Though I hated her, I didn't dare show it. This scene, crying while jacking off... I never could have imagined it even in my wildest dreams.
But there was a problem. Normally, I was a pro at this. But now, with the mental block and her standing right there, I couldn't even get hard, let alone shoot anything.
"Ethan, what's wrong? Can't get it up?" Her eyes held a trace of contempt. She couldn't understand how I felt, just throwing out cold remarks. I just wanted to escape her clutches, so I nodded eagerly, hoping she'd give up on me.
But she wasn't having it. She told me to wait, turned on the computer next to her, and with a few clicks, entered a website. A flood of explicit images filled the screen, making my face burn and my heart race.
No wonder all the young guys from the village flock to the city. As long as you have internet, you can satisfy your needs anytime, anywhere. Not like back home, where it took two guys climbing on each other's shoulders just to get a peek at the widow Wang bathing.
My sister-in-law randomly picked a video. The cover was intense. But after a moment, she frowned and complained, "This downloader is such crap. Even with a premium account, it won't download!"
This must be one of those Japanese porn flicks my classmates were always talking about. I'd never seen one, so I never had anything to contribute to their conversations. Honestly, I was filled with anticipation. My sister-in-law was the one who picked it out; I had to at least watch it out of respect.
She tried a few more, but none would download. As she grew more frustrated, I felt a growing sense of relief.
I thought I had escaped my fate for the day, but then she settled for second best, finding a Korean softcore porn film that downloaded in just a few minutes.
"Come sit over here. Watch and wank at the same time!" Clearly, once my sister-in-law made up her mind, she wasn't going to change it.
Well, as they say, life is like being raped. If you can't fight back, you might as well enjoy it.
It was my first time watching something like this, and with my sister-in-law, no less. My humiliation slowly gave way to excitement.
It was an erotic drama. The lead actor and actress were both gorgeous, especially the woman. Her body was perfect. I couldn't help but compare her to my sister-in-law.
Thanks to the subtitles and the braindead plot, I understood it immediately. The female lead was married, and the male lead was her brother-in-law. She thought her own husband was a "bald donkey" and was instantly smitten by the handsome brother-in-law. After seducing him repeatedly, their passion ignited, and they started an affair. But a child who was pretending to be asleep saw everything and snitched. The husband flew into a rage and hired gangsters to kill the male lead. The heroine secretly emailed her lover, including evidence of her husband's illegal dealings with foreign companies. The hero reported him, the police took the "bald donkey" away, and the two lovers got to live their "happily ever after" life of fucking all day, every day.
Unfortunately, the camera angles were terrible, all clever framing and no real action. It was barely enough to fool a three-year-old. Still, the actress's huge, perky breasts were burned into my mind.
Even though the plot was garbage, my sister-in-law was completely engrossed, probably because the male lead was so handsome. She even teased me, "He's even going after his wife's sister. Are all you young guys into that?"
I had already felt a strange sense of familiarity while watching, or rather, a sense of unease. Her comment was a wake-up call, and I broke out in a cold sweat as I realized how closely the plot mirrored my own situation.
"No, no, no! Only city guys are into that. I would never, not in a million years. I'll only ever sleep with my wife, hehe," I said, shaking my head vigorously.
My sister-in-law's expression soured. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "His sister-in-law likes him because he's handsome. You're just a country bumpkin. You'll probably be married to your own five fingers for life." I couldn't shake the feeling that she was trying too hard to sound tough.
"Hey! Are you going to get to it or not? If you keep dragging your feet, I'll text your cousin and have him come home to deal with you!" she threatened, hitting my weak spot again.
"Sister-in-law, I... I've been trying. But I can't get hard with you watching. How about I do it tonight and give it to you then?" I pleaded, my face a mask of misery.
"No. What if you fake it? I'll do it." Without another word, she reached out and grabbed my cock.
Oh my god. My sister-in-law was actually giving me a handjob. Her hand was so hot and soft. My heart pounded in my chest.
The thought that we were in the room she shared with my cousin sent an indescribable thrill through me. I even started to imagine myself as the male lead from the movie. And honestly, in terms of looks and body, my sister-in-law was even better than the actress, with an added layer of seductive charm.
I closed my eyes, my mind filled with forbidden images. My blood boiled, and I sprayed my essence everywhere. She kept urging me on, telling me to shoot more.
The load was at least twice my usual amount, and she still thought it wasn't enough? I'm not a fucking faucet.
When it was over, I pulled up my pants but didn't leave. I wanted to see how she was going to use it for her acne.
But she wasn't having it. "Go watch TV. If you behave, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
I had no rights at all. I had to shoot my load in front of her, but when it was time for her to use it, I had to leave. I was pissed, but I didn't dare disobey.
I thought it was over, but the next day, she came to me again. She seemed to be in a good mood and had even bought me lamb soup. "Here, drink it while it's hot. Then we can get back to work."
"Ah, what work?" I asked, confused. Surely she didn't mean...
"Hee hee. Your stuff really works wonders for acne. Look here," she said, pointing to her face. "I've tried seven or eight different face washes, and nothing could get rid of this pimple. I put your stuff on yesterday, went to sleep, and now you can't even see it." She was practically glowing with pride.
I wanted to cry. What's the big deal about a pimple? Did she really have to drain me dry just so she could be beautiful? In my eyes, this was her way of punishing me, and she was getting addicted to it.
"No, please, Sister-in-law. I can't take it, really," I begged. The experience was stimulating, I couldn't deny it, but I knew that you can't hide fire with paper. Once was enough. If my cousin ever found out, how could I ever face him?
"Oh, come on. A strong young man like you, talking like that? A man produces two hundred million sperm a day. Just hurry up. If you can't even do this one little thing for me, I'll have to have a chat with your parents," she said, pulling out her trump card again.
I was powerless against her. I once again took off my pants, and she gave me that triumphant smile. It seemed like tormenting me gave her a thrill.
And so, for several days, I became her personal semen supplier. She would buy me all sorts of delicious food, but it did little to stop my body's steady decline.
Of course, thanks to her computer, I got to watch a spectacular new movie every day. At first, I was shy, but I slowly got used to it. When I saw the male lead pinning down a beautiful girl, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impulse. My sister-in-law was tormenting me so much, I desperately wanted to turn her into the female lead of one of those movies. But the thought was fleeting. As a country boy, I was traditional at heart.
I both looked forward to and dreaded coming home from school. I looked forward to watching porn with my sister-in-law and having her give me a handjob. But I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to perform, that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her, and I was terrified that my cousin would suddenly come home.