Sisters-in-Law's Heart-to-Heart
Liu Yan's cheeks flushed faintly as she sighed with a touch of distress. "Sister-in-law, speaking from the heart, I want Zhipeng to stay in the county too. I've told him several times, but he won't listen. What can I do? You don't know his stubborn streak—he's so ambitious, always dreaming of making it big. Luck's never been on his side, though. This time in the south, things are going well. A boss there likes him, and he's making good money. He should be back soon. Zhipeng says he'll have a million saved in two years."
"Zhipeng's making that much? Damn, that's impressive."
Guihua's eyes widened in shock. Xu Dapeng slaved away at the mine for a month and barely pulled in two thousand. A million? That'd take fifty years without eating or drinking. Envy crept into her voice. "Sister-in-law, what the hell does Zhipeng even do down south? You sure you didn't hear him wrong?"
"I'm not clear on the details. That's just what he told me."
Liu Yan half-doubted her husband's words herself. The south was more developed than Gu County, sure, but a million wasn't pocket change. Xu Zhipeng rarely talked work specifics—always vague, leaving her uneasy, like he was into something shady. That's why she planned to visit him over summer break.
"If your Zhipeng really strikes it rich, don't forget his big bro. We're family, after all. Have him bring big brother south too."
Guihua's mind raced. A million? She could ditch this village, move to the city, shake off that pest Wang Shulin for good.
"Strikes it rich? I just pray he comes home safe. That's miracle enough."
"Sister-in-law, how the hell are yours so huge?"
Guihua stared at Liu Yan's breasts, twin winter melons straining her blouse, pure envy in her eyes. "I thought mine were big, but next to yours? Pathetic. Gotta be at least D-cups. Mine are just C. Makes you wanna die comparing."
She suddenly grabbed a handful of Liu Yan's towering tits, giggling. "Feels amazing. If I were Xu Zhipeng, no way I'd leave these for the south."
"Sister-in-law! What are you doing?!"
Liu Yan's face burned crimson, hands flying to her chest. She couldn't snap at Guihua, though—family and all.
"What's the big deal? We're both women. A quick grope ain't nothing."
Guihua thrust out her own rack with a grin. "Go on, feel mine. Call it even."
"Sister-in-law, cut it out. Someone might see."
Liu Yan wouldn't touch her, just shook her head helplessly, cheeks aflame. Rural life was worlds from the city—married women shed all shame. Breastfeeding kids at the village gate with tits out? No sweat. Summer heat? Ditch the bra, rock a tank top and shorts everywhere. No wonder affairs were routine here.
"Pfft, scared of what? You city folk are too uptight. Out here? This is normal. Unwed girls are gold; married ones? Grass. Do what feels good. Hey, sister-in-law, with Zhipeng gone so much, you never think of finding a man to... relieve the tension?"
"Don't say such filth! I'm no slut."
Liu Yan's face hardened, irritation flaring. "Zhipeng busts his ass out there—how could I betray him? Would that make me human? Sister-in-law, if big brother was always gone too, would you?"
But her thoughts flashed to Ma Jun, guilt twisting her gut. She hadn't let his cock fully breach her pussy—her last line held—but he'd groped and teased every inch of her. Could she face Xu Zhipeng with a straight face?
Deep down, she was fooling herself. The first time she'd gripped Ma Jun's dick and jerked him off? That was her first slide into ruin. No real difference from Guihua getting railed senseless. Who was she to judge?
"Don't get mad, sister-in-law. Just chit-chat. You take it so serious."
Guihua flushed, embarrassed—she hadn't expected Liu Yan to bite back. But relief hit too; her probing confirmed Ma Jun hadn't spilled. This afternoon, she'd sweet-talk the kid, keep his mouth shut.
They chatted another hour or so until Liu Yan yawned twice, eyelids heavy. Guihua sent her to the kang for a nap, then tidied the kitchen. Sweaty and sticky, she shut the door, stripped off her tank and shorts, and stood naked by the water jar. Ladle in hand, she poured cool water over herself, rubbing her front.
Husband barely around, and at her prime—thirty-something hunger raging. Wang Shulin snuck fucks now and then, but he was average dick-wise, juggling his own wife. Even iron men tapped out quick, leaving her blue-balled and desperate. Only her man's return brought real release. Guihua bit her lip, fingers dipping into her slit, mind flipping between hubby's decent cock and Wang's thick-but-short one. Neither satisfied. God, a fat, long monster to pound her deep...
Then—the tall hunk Liu Yan brought. Built like a horse; bet his tool matched. Virgin or not?
She shook it off—too slutty, lusting after her sister-in-law's kin. Rinsed quick, dressed fresh. Time to fetch Ma Jun. She pushed into the west room without knocking. There he sprawled on the kang, pants at his knees, a rock-hard monster cock thrusting from his shorts—glans pink and egg-thick.
Guihua jolted, instinct screaming to bolt. But he slept sound. She froze, stared longer. Heart hammered; body heated. Holy shit, that's huge—bigger than hubby or Wang. What would it feel like buried inside?
Breath quickened. Ghost-driven, she edged to the kang, eyes locked on the heat radiating from it. Room felt stifling, throat tight.
Married woman here—seen plenty of dick, she mocked herself. Why so nervous over a kid's? Starving much? But damn, the size—if it all fit...
A cicada buzzed outside. She peeked—no one. Back to the cock: rolling-pin thick, veins bulging blue, glans gleaming red, twitching softly. Dreaming of pussy? Lucky bitch someday.
Her eyes gleamed, spring fever hitting. Blouse strained over jiggling tits; pussy itched, hot flood soaking her crotch. Pathetic—wet just from looking. If he fucked me... Guihua gnawed her lip, mesmerized by the hypnotic shaft.
How hard was it? Bold urge surged. He slept deep—she reached, heat hitting before contact. Fingers trembled; hesitated. Not some whore. Even her village chief fling started with his trap. Touching another man's dick unprompted? Face to lose—especially with Liu Yan next door. But lust won. Screw whose cousin; she'd sample first. Gritting teeth, she wrapped her hand around it.
Huge. Rock-solid. Like gripping a live wire—shock jolted arm to core, pussy gushing hot. Legs buckled; she stroked instinctively.
The rigid beast swelled more in her soft grip, a crystal bead oozing from the slit, dripping to her hand. It throbbed; she buzzed with thrill and nerves. Meant a quick feel—now hooked. One hand pumped the fat cock; the other dove into her pants, rubbing her drenched, furry slit through sopping panties. Stifled moans escaped her throat.