My older brother recently went on an overseas business trip, and my sister-in-law has been working the night shift for the past few weeks. With a string of recent robberies and murders in our city, my parents and brother were deeply concerned about her safety. Since I live in the same complex, they asked me to pick her up after her shift, and since I’m single and have nothing else to do at night, I agreed. She’s the same age as I am, but because she’s my brother’s wife, I have to call her my sister-in-law. She’s not exceptionally beautiful, but she has a great figure; at their wedding, seeing her in that tight-fitting gown really stirred up some desires in me, though I immediately reminded myself to stop—she’s my brother's wife, and I couldn’t cross that line. Despite that, I was happy to have the chance to spend this time alone with her.
I’d leave home at 10:00 PM and reach her workplace by 11:00 PM. From there, we’d take the bus back, but since the direct bus route stops running at 10:30 PM, we had to take a different line. That bus left us three stops away from our complex, forcing us to walk for about thirty minutes. The route was mostly new construction sites and felt incredibly dangerous at night. The first time I walked her home, we were harassed by a group of migrant workers; I chased them off, and we ran the rest of the way, both of us terrified. The fifth time, we were confronted by a few workers trying to snatch her bag. We fought back hard to keep it, but I ended up getting injured.
After that, I decided to find a safer route. I checked the map and scouted a new path during the day. Aside from one abandoned, unfinished building, the rest of the way was lined with shops and main roads, which were much more crowded. We walked that way four times without any issues, and feeling safe, we finally let our guard down. The fifth time, we were chatting and laughing, completely at ease.
Just as we passed that unfinished building, I suddenly felt a blow to the head and blacked out. When I came to, I was lying on the ground. My wallet was gone, but my phone was still in my pocket. I reached up and felt a large bump on my head. That’s when I realized—my sister-in-law was gone. I checked my phone and saw that I had been unconscious for half an hour.
Realizing she was in danger and fearing the worst, I started searching frantically. I spotted a hole in the wall behind some landscaping and crawled through, leading me into the construction site of the unfinished building. I saw a faint light coming from one of the upper levels and followed it.
I crept up to a window opening that lacked a frame and peered inside. I was stunned. There were four people, all naked: three men and one woman—my sister-in-law. A large man was on top of her, thrusting away, while another tall man stood in front of her, forcing her to perform oral sex. A third, smaller man was caressing her body with a bizarre insertable sex toy, while she gripped his member, moving her hand up and down.
I was about to rush in to save her, but then she pulled away from the tall man, panting, and whispered, "Yours is so big."
The tall man laughed and said, "I'm definitely bigger than that kid’s," looking over at the smaller man as if to show off. The smaller guy, looking annoyed, shot back, "Don't let the size fool you—I'll make you feel amazing in a minute."
I’d leave home at 10:00 PM and reach her workplace by 11:00 PM. From there, we’d take the bus back, but since the direct bus route stops running at 10:30 PM, we had to take a different line. That bus left us three stops away from our complex, forcing us to walk for about thirty minutes. The route was mostly new construction sites and felt incredibly dangerous at night. The first time I walked her home, we were harassed by a group of migrant workers; I chased them off, and we ran the rest of the way, both of us terrified. The fifth time, we were confronted by a few workers trying to snatch her bag. We fought back hard to keep it, but I ended up getting injured.
After that, I decided to find a safer route. I checked the map and scouted a new path during the day. Aside from one abandoned, unfinished building, the rest of the way was lined with shops and main roads, which were much more crowded. We walked that way four times without any issues, and feeling safe, we finally let our guard down. The fifth time, we were chatting and laughing, completely at ease.
Just as we passed that unfinished building, I suddenly felt a blow to the head and blacked out. When I came to, I was lying on the ground. My wallet was gone, but my phone was still in my pocket. I reached up and felt a large bump on my head. That’s when I realized—my sister-in-law was gone. I checked my phone and saw that I had been unconscious for half an hour.
Realizing she was in danger and fearing the worst, I started searching frantically. I spotted a hole in the wall behind some landscaping and crawled through, leading me into the construction site of the unfinished building. I saw a faint light coming from one of the upper levels and followed it.
I crept up to a window opening that lacked a frame and peered inside. I was stunned. There were four people, all naked: three men and one woman—my sister-in-law. A large man was on top of her, thrusting away, while another tall man stood in front of her, forcing her to perform oral sex. A third, smaller man was caressing her body with a bizarre insertable sex toy, while she gripped his member, moving her hand up and down.
I was about to rush in to save her, but then she pulled away from the tall man, panting, and whispered, "Yours is so big."
The tall man laughed and said, "I'm definitely bigger than that kid’s," looking over at the smaller man as if to show off. The smaller guy, looking annoyed, shot back, "Don't let the size fool you—I'll make you feel amazing in a minute."
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