Super Little Farmer

The morning after I had finished washing, my sister-in-law had found her own clothes to wash, but had now been exposed to the sun. Knowing what I was doing, she looked at me with a blushing face. But my face was already red and my heart was not beating fast. I said with conviction: I saw that you had a stomachache, so I washed it for you. It was only right, you don't need to think too much about it. Finally, my sister-in-law didn't say anything and just followed my instructions. Every day, she would consciously leave her inner clothes in the bucket for me to wash after returning home in the evening.    

    

A woman's clothes must be washed well. I used the soap to clean my sister-in-law's bra and underwear, changed the water twice, wrung it out, and hung it outside the door. Then I washed my clothes and my sister-in-law's dress and hung them outside the door before returning to my room.    

    

Sister-in-law was lying on her side, half her stomach next to the mattress, sleeping soundly. The hem of the nightgown she was wearing had somehow wrapped itself around her thigh. I looked at the fan fanning the sleeping sister-in-law and thought that it was already late at night. The temperature was lower than before, so I stretched out my hand to lightly pull the hem of her nightgown flat, wanting to completely cover her thighs to prevent her from getting cold. It would be better if I didn't pull on it. However, when I pulled on it, my throat became parched from shock.    

    

It turned out that although my sister-in-law's nightgown was also wearing underpants, this small undergarment was practically naked. What was revealed in front of me was my sister-in-law's white, plump breasts.    

    

I was alarmed and immediately felt my heart beating hotly. The following words were forcefully put up a tent. Feeling that nothing was wrong, he used his left hand to suppress the spirited words, while his right hand to help his sister-in-law straighten the nightgown. He threw the helmet and armor aside and returned to his bed, about to turn off the lights and go to sleep.    

    

On the other side of the bed, her sister-in-law groaned in pain. She covered her stomach with her hands, turned over, and lay down on her back. She seemed to feel better, and then fell asleep again.    

    

Hearing my sister-in-law groan in pain, a thought struck me. I cursed myself for being worse than a beast, and went to look at my sister-in-law who had fallen asleep, wondering if I should help her cover up something. But when she looked, she could not tear her eyes away from his: his sister-in-law was lying on the bed beside him, her legs slightly spread, and her nightdress had reached her stomach when she had turned over; his sister-in-law, who was still sleeping soundly, did not realize that the small piece of cloth at the base of her thighs was even more eye-catching than when it was empty, and was attracting his blood under the dim light.    

    

I lay in my bed for a long time, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but want to look at that piece of cloth, but then I felt like I was committing a crime, wanting to look but not daring to. I felt like I was about to explode. After enduring for a while longer, I finally couldn't hold it in anymore. I sat up and wiped my shorts twice. The guy who was already as tough as a steel bar and full of vitality between my legs only took two steps to reach my sister-in-law's bed. With a light pull with my right hand, my sister-in-law's underwear was pulled to her heels. With trembling hands, I gently lifted my sister-in-law's two tender, jade-like feet. With another brush, the underwear was completely pulled into my hands. I suppressed my excitement and gently pulled my sister-in-law's legs apart.    

    

The sleeping woman still didn't notice. I conveniently opened up my sister-in-law's legs into a big shape, and her private parts opened up like an embrace before my eyes. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I climbed onto my sister-in-law's bed and knelt between her legs, one hand on the bed, the other on the steel bar, ready to charge.