Fucking (the?) Uptight and Annoying Sister in Law

[keehup]

Originally Posted by Maxxor88

Oh Man U are getting into so much trouble …

Yes, Man U in deep shit

[Stevevaldez]

~ my SIL doesn’t drink, doesn’t socialise, doesn’t bother to dress up. She solely believes the only way to climb in any industry is through quaintly and quality of hours out in.


Me : hey there you are.

I managed to think of something to recover, but she didn’t seem convinced. The frown wasn’t as bad as I’ve seen before, but she wasn’t as friendly as before

SIL : yes?

Me : I wanted to thank you for changing your mind.

SIL : no need. I did it to make sis and our parent(s) happy.

Me : Oh ok.

She walked past me as I stepped aside to give way to her and she went into her room. I stood there, feeling relieved and also nervous at the same time, realising the truce with her was just a momentarily AH HA one. Perhaps seeing me come out of her room struck a nerve with her again, probably something to do with not respecting her privacy, which I MOST DEFINITELY did not. Not knowing where to go, I stood there, lost. Disgusted with myself as well, now that I had lesser semen in my testicles to cloud my judgement, I started to worry. Fuck! Maybe I should get rid of that pink cotton panties entirely??

SIL : erm... did you enter my room?

I turned around, balls felt like they shrunk. I looked at her, was unable to appreciate how different and pretty she looked, my eyes didn’t even dare to shift down to look at her breasts. The uptight SIL’s eye brows frowned so much like they were going to be joined together. She was visibly pissed!!

Me : Erm... yes?

SIL : her room is that one (she pointed at my wife’s room, the door was shut)

FUCK PHEW! FUCKING RELIEVE! She had a point to think that though, I’ve hardly ever been to their house.

Me : oh haha. You got me. I got confused a little, thought your room would be the one that’s closed.

SIL : why?

Because you’ve always been uptight and secretive?

Me : Erm nothing.

SIL : anyway. Erm......

Me : is everything ok? I think I saw someone come out of your room just now.

Guilt drove my mind crazy, made me stupid and worried. It’s our fucking big day! I simply cannot afford another humiliating drama where I have to apologise to

SIL : huh who?

Me : I not sure. Sorry I’m very tired.

SIL : ok.

She looked visibly angry.

Me : do you need help to undo the dress?

SIL : what?? Of course not!

Me : I mean...

Before I could finish my sentence, that I wanted to help her with just the knot or zip behind, that’s all, she frowned harder and shut the door quickly.

Has she realised that the clothes in her pail for washing had already been touched or shifted??? How could she be this fast???

Was she about to confront me??? I saw their parent(s) coming to their room, I quickly went back into my wife’s old room. She had already changed out of her cheongsam, was just in bra and panties, using her phone.

Me : what are you doing?

Wife : Erm... just uploading stuff to Facebook. You?

Me : can I take a nap on your bed?

Wife : ok, I’ll go to sis’s room so you can sleep.

She put on just a tshirt and walked out. I was just relieved that my wife was occupying the uptight and annoying SIL and not give her time to check the pail or wonder.

I took off my shirt and belt, lie on the bed and just stared at the ceiling.. what the fuck is going on? I thought this was a start to a normal life with a simple woman who gave me her virginity! I just want a simple and non drama life, have kids, focus on work, come back to a wife who let me fuck her any way I wanted, even though if she wasn’t really enjoying it as much. I’ve lost the urge to watch someone I care about fuck other men like I did with my ex colleague. For once, I wanted a normal life, it was already fitted on my palm, like a glove, but somehow my fingers simply wouldn’t form a fist and the glove was slowly slipping off.

There’s something fundamentally wrong with me? Or is this just normal?

Life was smooth, work was smooth! It was my wedding day with a wife who was sweet, looked alright and has adequate busts to watch and fuck, and I was on the path to a normal life.

BUT WHY THE FUCK WAS I STILL RESISTING ALL URGES TO CHECK FACEBOOK FOR THE UPTIGHT SIL’s ACCOUNT TO SEE HER PREVIOUS PHOTOS???

This was just fucking downright WRONG!

[Stevevaldez]

~ My fucking uptight and annoying SIL has very dull and bad dress sense. Sometimes, I wonder if she strives to be so bad at it on purpose.

Our Wedding, The 1st Lust

There wasn’t much on her facebook, I wasn’t her friend, I couldn’t see much. I realised that was probably a good thing as well. Perhaps it was better to take a nap and wake up, things will be better. I still need to figure out if I can get wife to help the UPTIGHT SIL with her laundry? Or should just leave it, letting her think it was the mystery person who went into the room.

Given the way she so quickly jumped to the wrong conclusion, even after me recognising what she’s been doing for us, noticing her efforts, giving her a heart felt apology! The annoyance towards the FUCKING UPTIGHT SIL started to build up again...

But yet, in my undone pants, my penis had a thought on it on...

The wondering of how FUCKING TIGHT the FUCKING UPTIGHT SIL might be! Given her smaller body frame than my wife, she should be a pretty good fuck! She most definitely is still a virgin, after all, the guy I set her up with also complained what a boring and uptight woman she is, they clearly didn’t fuck, not even close, and that was already one of the most gentleman and patient guy I knew. (Whom I thought was romantic enough to convince her to fuck and bloody become less uptight) The SIL should be a even nicer and tighter fuck than my wife, even though she game me her first time, a night which I was drunk and barely remembered much, a night where I woke up the next morning in fear to my wife crying about losing her first time before marriage but told me that she put her trust in me, and even if it didn’t work out, she had no regrets her first time was with me.

My mind, now connected and sync with the thought my penis couldn’t resist. The visual recall of that subtle jiggles my surprisingly busty SIL made. The morning was such a blur, I had barely slept, given the last minute second bachelor night I had just spent the night before where I had to frustratingly reject over drinking and 2 certain ‘free spirited’ females (who saw me differently as a to be married man) which the so called friend(s) tried to push to me given the restrictions last year. Given the half awake state i was in, perhaps my mind over sensationalised things. Perhaps, all the determination to stay faithful and have a normal and honest marriage had been used last night, and mind automatically played tricks to lead my thoughts astray. Boy, I’ve already gone so astray that could have gotten so much worst! I had just cummed on my SIL’s cotton panties and insisted on leaving a wet cum patch despite feeling the fear and wiping the original load away. It still felt good, knowing that on certain nights, she’d be wearing that with my old dead semen traces still violating her uptight vagina.

My erection was full and my body was HOT again! I was FUCKING TIRED, but I couldn’t care more. I zipped my pants, topless, I walked slowly out of the room to the living area which was empty. People had either gone for lunch or went back to rest, hell, I wasn’t even that sure what was next on day’s itinerary. The camera was right there on the coffee table. I can just take it and retreat to my wife’s room and determine the TRUTH about my SIL’s breasts cup size, and perhaps even spot if she had been staring at my erection when she was on her knees, or perhaps even had her nipples erected.

I sat on the single chair, turned the camera on..... fuck! FUCK! I needed to zoom in! They looked really good for now! I need to zoom in! At that moment, I certainly regret not agreeing to hiring a videography team as well. Using Covid to keep the ceremony to a minimal number turned out to be a bad idea after all. I finally figured out how to zoom in.........

FUCK! I didn’t over think things...

MY FUCKING UPTIGHT SIL HAS ...

I knew I was in trouble, and I knew HOW BADLY I will want to take this memory card immediately after the wedding meal (lunch/dinner) later!

Wait, what was I even thinking about this?

WHY THE FUCK WAS I TEMPTED TO EVEN DO THIS?

I felt a strong urge to move the furniture back into the original position.........

It’s the right thing to do.

It’s only the gentleman thing to do.

But somehow, I knew, it might make the uptight but surprisingly nicely busted SIL glad!

Suddenly...

Stern and annoyed voice : what are you doing??

[Stevevaldez]

I looked up, it was the person I was LUSTING after to see, but yet didn’t want to see in person. There was a loud ‘TSK’ from her, she turned and walked away. I got up from the chair and immediately thought of what to say. Goodness! How could she tell that I was looking at her busts in the picture from that distance??? Goodness! She already really knows me this well? Her tainted perception of me was THAT BAD?

I started to feel some unwarranted anger, I mean, SIL wasn’t wrong to be disgusted by me. I’m by no means any saint, let alone normal, but I’ve always been a gentleman. I got up and wanted to confront her, already had the perfect excuse in mind.

When she reappeared, with my shirt in her hand outstretched to me.

SIL : CAN YOU wear your shirt?

Me : I was trying to figure out how the furniture was originally placed! So I can put them back!

She looked stunned by my outburst , like she realised she’s been too stern.

SIL : no need. I will do later. Can I have my camera back?

I handed it to her confidently, the last picture I scrolled was an overview picture of ‘gatecrashing’ in the living room, I took my shirt and put it own, but didn’t bother to button up.

Me : I’m just trying to be nice and help. I’m not some huge ass hole you think I am you know?

What pissed me off was that she even took a look at the camera to see what I was looking at, then turned it off.

It fucking pissed me off! I felt a strong need to get on the higher moral ground! On my own, I picked the Long wooden chair up and shifted it back to adjacent position it was originally at.

SIL : wait wait. Careful.

I didn’t care, I put it down as gently as possible as I could. She put the camera and her stuff down, came over and helped me.

Me : no need!

I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, she looked shocked, and her usual frown ensued. She tried to stay calm, realising she had just been unnecessarily mean to me.

Me : done! Good enough?

SIL : thanks.

As I worked to shift the rest of the furniture roughly back...

SIL in a less stern voice : can you please button up?

I put the coffee table down, then looked up at her with my head shaking, I slowly buttoned up and headed back to my wife’s room.

Wife : what happened?

I turned to her voice, she was still in her sister’s room. I went in, saw that my wife was just in a tshirt and her panties, it made me even angrier! Why the double standard???

Me : you sure you want me to talk about it here in those house? I don’t want to have to apologise again.

Wife : close the door.

She was still on her phone, probably tagging our photos on Facebook or responding to comments. This was one thing I had to compromise, her incessant need to post and be involved on social media. It felt so shallow, like she was compensating over something in her life.

I shut the door slightly loudly, then spoke in a lower tone as I switched on the light.

Me : is there a fucking mirror in here???

I wanted to check if her angry grab of my shirt creased the middle, but I couldn’t find any.

Wife : off the light please. It’s painful for my eyes.

You are staring directly at your phone! I did as told... Now, I was getting pissed off by my wife as well.

Me : I better go back to your room before she blames me for even exhaling in her room.

When I opened the door, it was AWKWARD. JUST AWKWARD. My SIL was waiting to come in. We exchanged a look, mine in anger, hers, a look of disgruntlement and attempt to stay calm. I went straight into the other room, still fuming. Where the fuck was my phone.

I heard them exchange a few sentences before hearing walk away. Then, I heard the sound of the main gate opening, then shutting and locking.

My wife called out to me, asked me to go over to her sister’s room.

Wife : what happened?

Me : she’s just impossible, where did she go? Can’t stand to be in our wedding right?

Wife : she’s going out to get lunch lo.

Me : didn’t even ask what we want to eat? I’m getting hungry.

Wife : aiya, this day will be over soon ok?

Wife didn’t seem to happy either. I stood in my SIL’s room, with my wife on her bed, legs bent upwards, I could see her red panties. I realised, I better use this chance to remove that pink panties. I took a look at the pail, the dark blue halter dress which my SIL wore earlier was now folded neatly and on top of the pile. I checked my wife, she paid zero attention to me, was just on her phone. I moved to the pail, pretended to bend forward to stretch my back.

Me : I think I need to go see a chiropractor soon.

Wife : ok.

She didn’t even look at me. I quickly reached into the pail, lifted the dress...

Wait, where is it?
Wait, where are they?
Wait, what was the shirt she was wearing when I saw her just now??

I realised, she had changed back into her last night’s ‘worn to sleep’ wear to head down and to buy lunch for herself. I gave up. The panties was gone! The only pair I could find was a light green piece, something she probably wore to work yesterday.

Once again, I couldn’t make the decision using my head.

Still feeling a lot of rage towards my SIL, another SICK idea came to me. I went over and locked the door, went back to my wife, pulled her body closer to the edge of the bed and started to lift her panties to her knee. She recognised my usual move.

Wife : here?

Me : yes. It will help me feel better and find the mood to be cordial with her later.

Wife : ok lo.

Me : you better control, you cannot scream. Get ready. This is going to be hardcore.

Wife : huhhhhh MMMMMM!!!

I banged my wife at the edge of my SIL’s bed with a fury and sheer animalistic energy I’ve not felt for a very very Long time! She’s not see this side of me either, struggling hard not to moan too loudly in case her parents hear us. She put her phone aside and wanted to grab a pillow to cover her face, but I needed to see her face, I NEEDED TO! Simply because even though I was staring at her sweet face, my mind couldn’t help picturing my SIL’s annoyed face! That fucking UPTIGHT AND NEGATIVE FACE OF HERS! And her eye shadow making her eyes look so beautiful... I grabbed the pillow from her....... it was in my hand, the pillow which my SIL has been using for years? And a pillow case which she has been sleeping for weeks?

FUCK! The temptation was here again! ANOTHER SICK ONE!

But I needed a reason!


Gosh I love you my wife! She didn’t mean to help me, nor did she intend to, but she had this habit of videoing me whenever I’m fucking her missionary! The room was dark and the flash light turned on and STAYED ON. Even though she usually only records my stomach area, I used the pillow to cover my face and block the light.

There it was, that natural smell.... that smell again, of her shampoo, was that green Apple? Or Shea butter, I couldn’t figure it out, my sense of smell isn’t good these days. I closed my eyes, and it was a HUGE MISTAKE!

Once again, in my mind, I visualised my SIL, that fucking UPTIGHT AND WHAT’s HER PROBLEM SIL! I imagined confronting her, then asking her to submit to me, threatening to skip the wedding and shift the blame to her!

SIL relented...

SIL stared at me with so much hatred and anger!

SIL took her halter dress off on her own, she tried, but struggled, finally asking me for help. I ripped it part, let her front fall off. I order her to turn around and show her beautifully shaped breasts to me. She does so as ordered, but with UTMOST reluctance and DISGUST.

I do not bother to pleasure her, I basically just proceed and FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER TIGHT VIRGIN PUSSY!

She looks up at me, so much HATRED! SO MUCH DISGUST! And yet, she hates herself for enjoying it!! She tries her best not to moan but I MAKE HER GIVE IN!

Having these thoughts, all these while sniffing hard into her pillow.

It just felt too DAMN GOOD!

Me : ahhhhh...

I didn’t even care if my wife had cummed. I pulled out after half of whatever little load left was unloaded inside my wife, shot out whatever that was left onto my palm secretly.

Wife : you ah.... so crazy today... help me get up please.

With my clean hand (after tossing her pillow away), I pulled my wife up, she was wiping away on her inner thighs, then headed towards the door. She had no intention of tidying up her sister’s bed even though we had just done something rather unpleasant to it.

I stood there, one hand with some semen on it. I contemplated.

FUCK MAN!

Why was I still feeling so much unbalance? Why was I still feeling so much need to get even with her? I still couldn’t think logically and peacefully, even though I had JUST ejaculated for the third time in just one day! The ‘no sex’ agreement I had with wife for a week before our wedding was also probably a cause for this. (I tried to lie to myself) As badly as I wanted to smear my semen all over her bed, I only flick some drops at the bottom. I could hear my wife opening the toilet door and I quickly went in to wash my hands. When I came out, my wife was nowhere to be found, I was tired as well and headed straight to her bed and slept on it after removing my pants and shirt after closing the door, Just way too tired, I was about to concuss without thinking about anything, finally.

When I finally woke, it was to the smell of chicken rice in the room, I got up in a bit of sweat, realising that the air con had already been switched off and the fan was on. The smell of chicken rice filled the room, it smelled pretty good, I immediately started to eat. My wife was so thoughtful, the spoon, chilli sauce and black sauce, everything were there. I was worried that the smell might just stink up the room, looked for my pants. Wait. where are they? There, nicely hung up by her closet, my shirt too, on a hanger. This is why I married that woman. I got dressed, then brought the pack out to the dining area to eat there. I could tell that her family were already done with their meal, and the annoying SIL was washing up. She turned and saw me, but turned her attention back to the dishes. I had 6 chairs to choose from, but I chose the one that was facing her without making a conscious choice. I watched her in her rather large dark green t-shirt, which had her university hostel name on it. I couldn’t see the shape of her busts. I could see the shape of her butt, it wasn’t nicely curved, but it looked nice and sweet, small enough to be lifted. It was quite shocking to me, that it’s been so long and yet I’ve never saw her in this manner. She was done with the dishes, turned and realised that I was leering at her. That familiar frown returned as she quickly made her way past me.

Then, it occured to me, she WAS wearing the same set of clothes she did last night when she went to sleep. She COULD BE wearing the pink cotton panties which I had just cummed this morning!

and just like that, I felt HOT again………

why was I so fucking horny???

“can we clear something up?”

I turned, shocked, still in my lust, and there she was, the object of my lust!

me : meaning?

the BLACK FACE SIL asked me about the plans for later, I told her to ask my wife instead.

BLACK FACE SIL : isn’t it your big day also too?

me : why must you always judge me?

BLACK FACE SIL : I’m not judging you. I’m just saying, maybe you can take charge more, so my sis won’t be so stressed?

me : stressed? we are both easy going and chill.. and what about the part about clothes?

BLACK FACE SIL : can you slow down? don’t jump to conclusions. my parent(s) are traditional, can you understand that?

me : please leh, your sis was walking around in her panties just now. and I’m not even referring to this, I’m referring to the part when I was kind enough and offered you help with the back of your dress, what conclusion did you jump to then?

BLACK FACE SIL : that’s just weird.

me : no it’s not. I help your sis daily, and that’s just being thoughtful, not weird.

BLACK FACE SIL : but you are not my husband, so can’t you see it’s weird?

me : it’s just the hook or top few CM of the zip that’s all. if you continue to be this uptight, you are going to stay single for

I fucking regret it IMMEDIATELY the moment those words left my mouth, I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the sentence. She was completely taken aback and insulted to her very core. She got up immediately and walked off.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

She was going to tell her parents and ruin my big day! I quickly got up and chased after her to apologise before this matter blew out of hand. I whispered out, “I’m sorry, hey. SIL I didn’t mean it.” She refused to stop, but thankfully, she headed into the toilet and shut the door. I heard the sound of running tap water and also something which really made me regret badly, really badly.

I could hear her sniffing.

I stopped knocking to prevent a commotion, waited, and waited. She didn't come out.

What can I do to please her? Make her happy? Fuck! I rushed to the table, took a few more bites of the food and cleared things up, threw the pack of rice into the garbage bag. Wait, there were styrofoam boxes inside. Why was mine different? Did my wife specially go down to get food for me after her sister came up without any for me???

I didn't feel as guilty anymore, but fuck it, I was going to get the full moral higher ground, washed the spoon and for up, then tied up the garbage back and headed to the rubbish chute to toss it. I suddenly remember, my BLACK FACE SIL's light green panties, the one which she wore to work, was still in my pocket. I thought about it, perhaps I should just toss it down before I get into any more trouble.

I took a look around, the coast was clear and I stretched it out to check it. Her butt was a nice size, the panties wasn't as wide as my wife's. It was clean, there wasn't even any pussy/anus discharge stain on it. I felt HOT again. What the fuck was going on? Why is this ANNOYING, basically BORN to OPPOSE me female turning me on so much?

WHY THE FUCK WAS I DOING THIS???

I BARELY EVER DID THIS!!!

I took brought her panties to my nose and took a quick sniff, then held it in my hand and contemplated....... throw or keep? fuck.... throw or keep???

I heard footsteps!

FUCK!

I lost my cool and tossed it into the bin and took my step off the level. The thrash chute opening closed. I turned to head back....

It was her.

[PaulaBond]

Fantastic share bro, hope to read more.

[fookydud]

Keep it up bro. Waiting for your next part. Upped u

[Stevevaldez]

~ After our wedding banquet, my wife and I would stay two nights at the hotel and then move back permanently to my place. Our honeymoon was not preplanned due to covid measures.

Our Wedding, At The Hotel

She didn’t want to hear my apologies.

She didn’t want to hear how sorry I was and didn’t mean the words I said.

She didn’t even want to explain to me why what I said was hurtful, or why it was unfair or wrong.

She just wanted to lay her rule down with me.

We do not talk anymore for the rest of the night, she will do her best to stay out of my way (maybe even rest of our lives)

before she left,

SIL : thanks…. for taking out the thrash and washing the spoon.

me : can you just give me another chance? I promise I will be a much better brother in law. please?

she turned and looked at me, her eyes still red, then looked down.

SIL : it’s ok. I appreciate that you want to try. but…. never mind. have a good wedding.

She turned to go back into the house.

me : wait, you mean you aren’t coming to the banquet?

SIL : erm…..

She didn’t respond and just walked back. I contemplated on chasing after her, but I was just relieved and (FUCKING SURPRISED) that she decided to keep my drama in house, just me and her, “mano y mano”. Although the words sounded nice and reasonable, her tone WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT! She made it seem like I had done horrible wrongs and has already cast HER judgment and final decision, there was NO WAY BACK FOR ME with her.

Ok fine! What a stuck up woman! Behaving like she makes no mistakes!

Good RIDDANCE!

I contemplated if I should even go back to the house, waited a while outside. I heard the rolling of luggages to the main door, I looked in. It was my SIL, I saw her heading back towards the rooms. I was wrong, my SIL was coming to the wedding, her grey halter dress was in a plastic long protector. OH FUCK!!! This dress was LIGHT color, I wanted to know how thin it was. How see through is it going to be??? Will she continue to use the nipple tape or wear a strapless bra? DOES SHE EVEN OWN ONE? I can’t imagine her owning anything other than a normal bra. I made my way in, looked into her room, my wife was still on her bed using her phone. That woman is really such social media addict. The plan I had in mind, which was to find her nipple tape and toss them, making it impossible for to buy replacements in time and forcing her to go completely braless in the light grey dress.

Once again, my penis head took over. I made a call, explained the situation, spoke to the person in charge, she assured me that it was possible and will call me back with either my request to upgrade our honeymoon suite and the extra day room, to the suite with two bedrooms, or give us the current suite with another room at least on the same level. I went to tell my wife and told her to inform the self righteous SIL and her parent(s) to pack another set of clothes. My wife was visibly surprised, happy as well, excited to see an even nicer room. I assured her that we’d still have the privacy for me to fuck her properly.

and it JUST HAD TO BE AT THIS MOMENT ……. when the sentence “Don’t worry, we still have the privacy for me to fuck your brains out.” the SIL entered her room, pissed off to see me in her private space as I turned.

It was also at that moment when I started to believe, we were born to oppose each other. I made a dramatic effort to give way to her and exit her room. I didn’t have much to do but to hide in my wife’s room. I started to wonder, why do I even bother doing what I did, it’s not like I was going to fuck the self righteous SIL either. Why the fuck did I just do what I did. I could hear people at the gate announcing their arrival. I also heard my wife telling my SIL, she didn’t comment but from her tone to her parent(s), she didn’t sound too happy either.

As the reality of what I’ve done started to sink in, the STUPID, IRRATIONAL AND COSTLY MISTAKES, what the fuck was I thinking? My wedding could have been called off if she figured out what I did. I’m also going to incur double or maybe even triple the cost of the original room price! All these for??? To see that CB sister braless? Not even to get her to fuck me, just for that! She’s really the ANTI-ME! I started to think less about her, focus more on my wedding...


At The Hotel

I focused on being gentleman as much as I could in front of their parent(s), handling the check in instead of leaving it to my wife or her bridesmaids. I even went down to the carpark to receive them and brought them up to our suite, which made my balls shrink when I heard the number to be held on my credit card.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON was ‘wow! Nice’ and all smiles. EVERY ONE EXCEPT... She just had to keep up with that BLACK FACE! Even asking my wife why waste so much money? My wife even pacified her, WTF! This had nothing to do with her! We aren’t using their parent(s) money, not even hers! All mine! The black faced SIL saw me staring angrily at her, avoided eye contact with me and helped her parents with their luggage.

Me to wife : hey, your parent(s) take that room. You and sis set up in that. I take the sofa in the other living room.

Wife : huh why?

Me : tell you later tonight. Let’s just focus.

I took our luggage to the bigger bedroom, then came out. The rest of the wedding group were setting things up in the larger living area. I headed straight to their parent(s) side, they weren’t there, SIL too. She had probably brought them in to take a look. I took their luggage and brought it in for them, greeted and put it in the walk in wardrobe. I heard the toilet flush, but fought all urge to look in her direction, went out, took her luggage and brought it to my wife who was, once again, on her phone and lying on our bed, in t shirt and panties! Her shorts were just tossed on the floor. I really wonder how she and her sister even live together. I hung the SIL’s dress up in our walk in wardrobe, right in front of my suit and BOXERS which I hung there on purpose earlier on. I was very tempted to check how thin her grey dress is but fought the urge. Then, I realise, where the fuck was my wife’s wedding gown???

Me : my dear, where’s your gown? Or you’ve decided to just elope with me?

Wife : huh, I don’t know leh, I thought you brought it up already?

I was pretty sure, there was nothing left in my boot. My previously sweet and helpful wife was already showing her true colours, leaving me to make 3 trips up and down on my own to bring our stuff up, while she happily soaked in the bathtub earlier before the others arrived. The thought of driving back to their house to get it was dreadful…… but then again, I can go into the SIL’s room and cum all over it, cum over ever single piece of panties she owned.

Me : where’s your house key? I’ll drive back and get it.

wife: : huh? you ah. erm, I don’t think I brought them, you go ask sis?

me : goodness

SIL : it’s in ???’s car downstairs. They are bringing it up. (She looked at me with a look of disapproval? or is that just a neutral face?) Where’s my luggage?

I pointed in the room, she went in to look, I shut the door and settled myself down on the sofa in the smaller living area. The other people were rather noisy in the other larger living area. I turned on the tv, was about to unbuckle my belt, but decided not to.

FUCK! Why am I bothered about what SIL might think or frown at! I fucking paid for this room! The room door opened, she came out and shut the door gently, then walked towards me, but she didn’t block my view of the tv, looked down at me as I lie flat on the sofa.

SIL : thanks for helping me with the luggage.

I kept my mouth shut looked at her and nodded my head politely.

SIL : why did you put it here?

me : I thought you said we are not supposed to talk?

SIL : tsk. can you just…. argh..

me : you take the room with her, let your parent(s) enjoy the room. I will sleep here tonight. I’m the one paying for this, that’s my final decision.

I did the mouth zipping thing again, shifted my attention back to the tv. She was visibly upset, turned and didn’t know where to go. I stared at her back, she walked to the other living area to join the rest. I was just glad the lust for her had faded. I sort of fell asleep despite the sounds until my wife came to sit and lean on my stomach.

me : huh? oh… thanks for the blanket.

wife : what blanket?

me : oh ok, towel, not blanket.

wife : erm ok… I’m going to start the prep le, can you help me get coffee?

me : ok.

I got up, yawned, stretched. Picked the towel up and brought it back to our toilet to hang. Wife’s shorts weren’t on the floor anymore but hung in the toilet. wait, is she wearing shorts? When I walked out, I realised she wasn’t and I handed it to her. There were some males in our giant suite as well.

wife : huh… no need la.

me : you sound just like her (SIL)

wife : tsk. stop picking on her la. you are better than that.

She was annoyed, but when I leaned in for a kiss, she didn’t reject me.

me : I think I better get for everyone also la, not nice to just get for you and myself.

wife : hehe. true. good luck

I squeezed her breasts for the fun of it and headed to the larger living area to count the total number of people present. I realised most of them were just sitting there chatting and feeling relaxed and comfortable on the sofa and the dining table. There was only one person actually who was ‘working’. She was on her computer, I could see that she was syncing the photos, perhaps to free up memory on the SD card for later. Goodness, she even brought an extension cable and set up a ‘station’ at the work desk, charging the two large cameras. I just watched her…. just stood and watched… She got up, went into her parents room…… then came out, looked around, grabbed the bottles of water and brought them back in. Even though her t-shirt was loose, I could still see her bust when she moved around. The idea of her STILL in the pink panties gave me a half erection. At the same time….

FUCK!

It was guilt!

I regret my words to her.

I regret being childish and doing that lip zipping action to her.

She came out and looked across the room, she frowned. I guess it’s just not for me specially only, then noticed that I was looking at her. The frown turned into disgust, she went back to work on her computer. I needed to something for her to deal with this guilt.

I headed back to my wife.

wife : so fast? wow!

me : erm, not yet. btw, what does she like to drink?

wife : who?

me : your annoying sister

wife: oh. why?

me : make peace, isn’t that what you want?

wife : oh ok. I think normal coffee.

me : with milk?

wife : maybe no.

me : ok thanks. love you.

wife : love you too.

I managed to find the connector to the mall beside, starbucks was just right there. Made a mass order, causing some of the customers behind me to be rather upset as well. I don’t know why, I put a lot of thought into thinking what the SIL might like, I sincerely hoped that wife was right, after all, coffee black probably contributed to her black face. I also ordered another green tea frappacino for her just in case.

Back at the mega suite.

I entered via the larger living area door and started to hand out the drinks, to everyone’s delight and surprise. The SIL was no where in sight. I headed over to ‘our’ side of the mega suite. My wife was just in a gold satin camisole, one which she wears to get me to fuck her in, her team was working on her make up and hair already. Her hand immediately reached out to me, signalling me to hurry and pass her the coffee. The team took a break and someone was quick to exit the room. I turned to see, it was my SIL, she had been taking photos of my wife. She headed back out, probably to sync the photos or charge the camera. I waited for her to put the camera down.

me : mmmm (I made the sound of someone who is unable to speak)

SIL : huh? just talk normally la. don’t be so childish.

argh. some may find that funny.

me : I got coffee for you.

SIL : erm, I don’t drink coffee.

me : sorry your sis ah. she said you like coffee black.

SIL : it’s ok. thanks anyway.

me : good thing I also bought this just in case also. no coffee in it. green tea cream.

SIL : erm. I don’t drink sweet drinks. don’t waste money in future.

I was rather stunned by her answer. fair points. I didn’t give her any black face and just walked away, peacefully.

SIL : hey. wait.

me : huh?

SIL : let me try that. cheat day.

She pointed at the green tea frappe. I could see she was trying to make peace also.

SIL : wait, then what are you drinking?

me : I don’t need.

SIL : then the black coffee?

me : Will put in the fridge.

SIL : i’ll drink it later or tmr. thanks.

me : erm ok. thanks also for trying.

we looked at each other, the feeling towards her has now changed.

[Anonyabc]

Originally Posted by Stevevaldez

~ After our wedding banquet, my wife and I would stay two nights at the hotel and then move back permanently to my place. Our honeymoon was not preplanned due to covid measures.

She didn’t want to hear my apologies.

She didn’t want to hear how sorry I was and didn’t mean the words I said.

She didn’t even want to explain to me why what I said was hurtful, or why it was unfair or wrong.

She just wanted to lay her rule down with me.

We do not talk anymore for the rest of the night, she will do her best to stay out of my way (maybe even rest of our lives)

before she left,

SIL : thanks…. for taking out the thrash and washing the spoon.

me : can you just give me another chance? I promise I will be a much better brother in law. please?

she turned and looked at me, her eyes still red, then looked down.

SIL : it’s ok. I appreciate that you want to try. but…. never mind. have a good wedding.

She turned to go back into the house.

me : wait, you mean you aren’t coming to the banquet?

SIL : erm…..

She didn’t respond and just walked back. I contemplated on chasing after her, but I was just relieved and (FUCKING SURPRISED) that she decided to keep my drama in house, just me and her, “mano y mano”. Although the words sounded nice and reasonable, her tone WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT! She made it seem like I had done horrible wrongs and has already cast HER judgment and final decision, there was NO WAY BACK FOR ME with her.

Ok fine! What a stuck up woman! Behaving like she makes no mistakes!

Good RIDDANCE!

I contemplated if I should even go back to the house, waited a while outside. I heard the rolling of luggages to the main door, I looked in. It was my SIL, I saw her heading back towards the rooms. I was wrong, my SIL was coming to the wedding, her grey halter dress was in a plastic long protector. OH FUCK!!! This dress was LIGHT color, I wanted to know how thin it was. How see through is it going to be??? Will she continue to use the nipple tape or wear a strapless bra? DOES SHE EVEN OWN ONE? I can’t imagine her owning anything other than a normal bra. I made my way in, looked into her room, my wife was still on her bed using her phone. That woman is really such social media addict. The plan I had in mind, which was to find her nipple tape and toss them, making it impossible for to buy replacements in time and forcing her to go completely braless in the light grey dress.

Once again, my penis head took over. I made a call, explained the situation, spoke to the person in charge, she assured me that it was possible and will call me back with either my request to upgrade our honeymoon suite and the extra day room, to the suite with two bedrooms, or give us the current suite with another room at least on the same level. I went to tell my wife and told her to inform the self righteous SIL and her parent(s) to pack another set of clothes. My wife was visibly surprised, happy as well, excited to see an even nicer room. I assured her that we’d still have the privacy for me to fuck her properly.

and it JUST HAD TO BE AT THIS MOMENT ……. when the sentence “Don’t worry, we still have the privacy for me to fuck your brains out.” the SIL entered her room, pissed off to see me in her private space as I turned.

It was also at that moment when I started to believe, we were born to oppose each other. I made a dramatic effort to give way to her and exit her room. I didn’t have much to do but to hide in my wife’s room. I started to wonder, why do I even bother doing what I did, it’s not like I was going to fuck the self righteous SIL either. Why the fuck did I just do what I did. I could hear people at the gate announcing their arrival. I also heard my wife telling my SIL, she didn’t comment but from her tone to her parent(s), she didn’t sound too happy either.

As the reality of what I’ve done started to sink in, the STUPID, IRRATIONAL AND COSTLY MISTAKES, what the fuck was I thinking? My wedding could have been called off if she figured out what I did. I’m also going to incur double or maybe even triple the cost of the original room price! All these for??? To see that CB sister braless? Not even to get her to fuck me, just for that! She’s really the ANTI-ME! I started to think less about her, focus more on my wedding...


At The Hotel

I focused on being gentleman as much as I could in front of their parent(s), handling the check in instead of leaving it to my wife or her bridesmaids. I even went down to the carpark to receive them and brought them up to our suite, which made my balls shrink when I heard the number to be held on my credit card.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON was ‘wow! Nice’ and all smiles. EVERY ONE EXCEPT... She just had to keep up with that BLACK FACE! Even asking my wife why waste so much money? My wife even pacified her, WTF! This had nothing to do with her! We aren’t using their parent(s) money, not even hers! All mine! The black faced SIL saw me staring angrily at her, avoided eye contact with me and helped her parents with their luggage.

Me to wife : hey, your parent(s) take that room. You and sis set up in that. I take the sofa in the other living room.

Wife : huh why?

Me : tell you later tonight. Let’s just focus.

I took our luggage to the bigger bedroom, then came out. The rest of the wedding group were setting things up in the larger living area. I headed straight to their parent(s) side, they weren’t there, SIL too. She had probably brought them in to take a look. I took their luggage and brought it in for them, greeted and put it in the walk in wardrobe. I heard the toilet flush, but fought all urge to look in her direction, went out, took her luggage and brought it to my wife who was, once again, on her phone and lying on our bed, in t shirt and panties! Her shorts were just tossed on the floor. I really wonder how she and her sister even live together. I hung the SIL’s dress up in our walk in wardrobe, right in front of my suit and BOXERS which I hung there on purpose earlier on. I was very tempted to check how thin her grey dress is but fought the urge. Then, I realise, where the fuck was my wife’s wedding gown???

Me : my dear, where’s your gown? Or you’ve decided to just elope with me?

Wife : huh, I don’t know leh, I thought you brought it up already?

I was pretty sure, there was nothing left in my boot. My previously sweet and helpful wife was already showing her true colours, leaving me to make 3 trips up and down on my own to bring our stuff up, while she happily soaked in the bathtub earlier before the others arrived. The thought of driving back to their house to get it was dreadful…… but then again, I can go into the SIL’s room and cum all over it, cum over ever single piece of panties she owned.

Me : where’s your house key? I’ll drive back and get it.

wife: : huh? you ah. erm, I don’t think I brought them, you go ask sis?

me : goodness

SIL : it’s in ???’s car downstairs. They are bringing it up. (She looked at me with a look of disapproval? or is that just a neutral face?) Where’s my luggage?

I pointed in the room, she went in to look, I shut the door and settled myself down on the sofa in the smaller living area. The other people were rather noisy in the other larger living area. I turned on the tv, was about to unbuckle my belt, but decided not to.

FUCK! Why am I bothered about what SIL might think or frown at! I fucking paid for this room! The room door opened, she came out and shut the door gently, then walked towards me, but she didn’t block my view of the tv, looked down at me as I lie flat on the sofa.

SIL : thanks for helping me with the luggage.

I kept my mouth shut looked at her and nodded my head politely.

SIL : why did you put it here?

me : I thought you said we are not supposed to talk?

SIL : tsk. can you just…. argh..

me : you take the room with her, let your parent(s) enjoy the room. I will sleep here tonight. I’m the one paying for this, that’s my final decision.

I did the mouth zipping thing again, shifted my attention back to the tv. She was visibly upset, turned and didn’t know where to go. I stared at her back, she walked to the other living area to join the rest. I was just glad the lust for her had faded. I sort of fell asleep despite the sounds until my wife came to sit and lean on my stomach.

me : huh? oh… thanks for the blanket.

wife : what blanket?

me : oh ok, towel, not blanket.

wife : erm ok… I’m going to start the prep le, can you help me get coffee?

me : ok.

I got up, yawned, stretched. Picked the towel up and brought it back to our toilet to hang. Wife’s shorts weren’t on the floor anymore but hung in the toilet. wait, is she wearing shorts? When I walked out, I realised she wasn’t and I handed it to her. There were some males in our giant suite as well.

wife : huh… no need la.

me : you sound just like her (SIL)

wife : tsk. stop picking on her la. you are better than that.

She was annoyed, but when I leaned in for a kiss, she didn’t reject me.

me : I think I better get for everyone also la, not nice to just get for you and myself.

wife : hehe. true. good luck

I squeezed her breasts for the fun of it and headed to the larger living area to count the total number of people present. I realised most of them were just sitting there chatting and feeling relaxed and comfortable on the sofa and the dining table. There was only one person actually who was ‘working’. She was on her computer, I could see that she was syncing the photos, perhaps to free up memory on the SD card for later. Goodness, she even brought an extension cable and set up a ‘station’ at the work desk, charging the two large cameras. I just watched her…. just stood and watched… She got up, went into her parents room…… then came out, looked around, grabbed the bottles of water and brought them back in. Even though her t-shirt was loose, I could still see her bust when she moved around. The idea of her STILL in the pink panties gave me a half erection. At the same time….

FUCK!

It was guilt!

I regret my words to her.

I regret being childish and doing that lip zipping action to her.

She came out and looked across the room, she frowned. I guess it’s just not for me specially only, then noticed that I was looking at her. The frown turned into disgust, she went back to work on her computer. I needed to something for her to deal with this guilt.

I headed back to my wife.

wife : so fast? wow!

me : erm, not yet. btw, what does she like to drink?

wife : who?

me : your annoying sister

wife: oh. why?

me : make peace, isn’t that what you want?

wife : oh ok. I think normal coffee.

me : with milk?

wife : maybe no.

me : ok thanks. love you.

wife : love you too.

I managed to find the connector to the mall beside, starbucks was just right there. Made a mass order, causing some of the customers behind me to be rather upset as well. I don’t know why, I put a lot of thought into thinking what the SIL might like, I sincerely hoped that wife was right, after all, coffee black probably contributed to her black face. I also ordered another green tea frappacino for her just in case.

Back at the mega suite.

I entered via the larger living area door and started to hand out the drinks, to everyone’s delight and surprise. The SIL was no where in sight. I headed over to ‘our’ side of the mega suite. My wife was just in a gold satin camisole, one which she wears to get me to fuck her in, her team was working on her make up and hair already. Her hand immediately reached out to me, signalling me to hurry and pass her the coffee. The team took a break and someone was quick to exit the room. I turned to see, it was my SIL, she had been taking photos of my wife. She headed back out, probably to sync the photos or charge the camera. I waited for her to put the camera down.

me : mmmm (I made the sound of someone who is unable to speak)

SIL : huh? just talk normally la. don’t be so childish.

argh. some may find that funny.

me : I got coffee for you.

SIL : erm, I don’t drink coffee.

me : sorry your sis ah. she said you like coffee black.

SIL : it’s ok. thanks anyway.

me : good thing I also bought this just in case also. no coffee in it. green tea cream.

SIL : erm. I don’t drink sweet drinks. don’t waste money in future.

I was rather stunned by her answer. fair points. I didn’t give her any black face and just walked away, peacefully.

SIL : hey. wait.

me : huh?

SIL : let me try that. cheat day.

She pointed at the green tea frappe. I could see she was trying to make peace also.

SIL : wait, then what are you drinking?

me : I don’t need.

SIL : then the black coffee?

me : Will put in the fridge.

SIL : i’ll drink it later or tmr. thanks.

me : erm ok. thanks also for trying.

we looked at each other, the feeling towards her has now changed.

Nice buildup to the story, keep it going!

[Stevevaldez]

~ even before the date set up catastrophe and the overhearing drama, SIL never once made any effort to welcome me into their family. Was she upset that her sister was no longer single like her?

Our Wedding, At The Hotel

Our eyes met, her plain face without make up. She looked pretty adorable actually. Cute.

it was peaceful.

AND AWKWARD!

SIL looked away, sat down and took a sip as she pretended to do some work. I saw her face sort of cringe, perhaps the drink was too sweet, she looked up and checked that I was still looking, she kept her face expressionless. She took another sip, but I could tell she wasn’t enjoying it at all.

me : hey don’t. Thanks for trying, I really appreciate, but you’ve helped us more than enough. Don’t force yourself with this drink.

I took both away from her.

SIL : huh?

her automatic frowned reappeared. I don’t know what, there’s something about that frown that made me feel IRKED immediately.

me : it’s ok. really. I should have asked you if you wanted first. Anyway, thanks for taking charge of all these. (pointed at her station set up) You are a good sister. If there aren’t so many people around I’d give you another hug.

SIL : DON’T!

me : I’m only joking.

but just like that, the moment we had was RUINED…

Was it my fault really? I turned and headed back to our room. I took a sip from the green tea frappe, I’ve never really tasted it, but I finally get it. It was indeed just sweet and unhealthy, probably something I should start to avoid at this age. I saw my wife, who had already finished half of the frappe she usually drinks. I don’t even think there’s caffeine in her choice of order. I looked at her as she stuck her hand out to ask me to toss it for her, her body frame was indeed larger than SIL’s, but perhaps it’s the difference in daily decision making that has separated their body shape by so much.

But yet, I couldn’t stop putting the straw to my lips.

wife : go change liao leh.

me : oh yeah. ok.

wife : don’t want to marry me already ah?

the people around her laughed.

me : no. just mesmerised by your beauty.

wife : hehe. liar.

the rest of them laughed.

I went to the walk in wardrobe, it was obvious. SIL had been there, and was uncomfortable with her dress being hung next to my suit and boxers. She had already shifted her stuff to the other end. She had already remove the plastic protector. I found it funny that she even bothered with one in the first place, it wasn’t even a gown, but after watching her being so busy, I understood that these efforts were all for her family. Although the dress was fresh and unworn, I couldn’t help but take a sniff at her breasts region. I felt the material, sticking my hand through the gaps. It wasn’t as see through as I had hoped, what was I thinking, if it was see through, she wouldn’t even have bought them in the first place. She hasn’t even unpacked, perhaps feeling that the wardrobe was for me and wife, and she’s just a 3rd party to it. I had to make her feel comfortable! I was still interested to find out if she’s wearing that pink cotton panties with my dried cum on it. I took my luggage and headed out to the sofa, opened it and sort of set up my ‘station’ there, making it clear that, that was my space for the rest of the stay.

As I headed back in into the wardrobe area, I was so tempted to open up her luggage and take her nipple tape away. However, the truce we had again earlier and her efforts depleted the fuel for the anger and lust I had for her. I just took my clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a cold shower, hoping that it’d stop me from doing any more stupid things and ruining the start of a peaceful relationship with my sister in law and parents in law.

Even so, I was hoping that SIL will ‘ACCIDENTALLY’ walk in on me showering, but that’d happen in a fantasy world, not reality. She’s a careful and serious person, hearing the sound of running waters, she wouldn’t even come close. I got dressed and headed out, I barely even take any look at my wife and headed out to the living area where my stuff were, and then to the larger area where SIL might be. She was nowhere to be seen. Was she showering and changing already? it was still rather early. The larger living area was mostly empty as well, I guessed they had gone down to set things up. Ours was a very small wedding reception, I didn’t even invite any of the people from work or family (they aren’t in Singapore). I just went back to my area and relaxed there. Wife came out and asked me to go get dinner for the people helping us, in case they don’t have time to eat later. As disgruntled as I was, I got up and did as told. She’s my wife after all. Headed to the place where they were famous for duck, bought bento sets and some other stuff for them to enjoy. I headed back, could hear that the room was more lively, I suppose SIL is back as well. I went in via the door of the larger living area, with two big bags, made a bit of a drama like I struggled with the bags of food as I used my back to open the door.

“Hey, need help?”

I did not recognise this voice, I looked up.

WHAT THE FUCK?

me : no I'm fine.

SIL was behind him, she looked concerned. I just barged my way through and put the food on the table, pretended that I wasn't filled with anger and confusion, acted normal and happy.

me : hey everyone, food is here. Please help yourselves.

I turned to look at SIL, standing beside HIM... They weren't exactly standing very closely, but it annoyed me so damn FUCKING MUCH! I gave her the look of a frustrated 'huh?' and headed off to my 'zone'. I also noticed that he was fast to move towards the food, either to 'help' open them up and once again act all gentleman like he owned the place.

I waited at my zone, waited.... and waited.

WHAT THE FUCK? That idiot SIL wasn't coming to explain to me why this guy was at my wedding??? She's probably eating with him already, busy away chatting with him. It's my fucking wedding, shouldn't she at least ask? I went into the room and asked my wife, who was sitting on the side comfy chair and using her phone.

me : did your sis tell you she's bring a date?

wife : date? she got guy meh?

enough said. I went to the wardrobe area, saw the two luggages there. I decided to just fuck it, placed both of them on the adjacent surface table. I opened up wife's luggage first, hung out her nightwear and t-shirt for her as an excuse for what I was about to do....

Apparently, whatever peaceful relationship I thought I could have with SIL was out of the window. I opened up her luggage, under the pretence of doing doing something for her, even though I knew she'd be VERY UPSET that I invaded her privacy. I don't know, this is not something I usually do, but I just wanted to do it to her! She could have thought it was wife who did it for her anyway.

It was nicely packed, unlike wife's. Somehow, even though I was in FULL ASS MODE, I didn't dare to touch or flip through her things. I could see her bra and panties in a zip lock bag....

then....

there it is.

It wasn't nipple tape she was wearing this morning.

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by Stevevaldez

~ even before the date set up catastrophe and the overhearing drama, SIL never once made any effort to welcome me into their family. Was she upset that her sister was no longer single like her?

I think she upset because you chose her sister and not her, Bro StevevaldezStevevaldez!

Heh heh!

[lalamover99]

I kept screaming in my mind while reading your thread 😂😂 nice story though, can't wait for the update!

[Delica]

Very well written bro, more please

[Stevevaldez]

~ COL and SIL entered my place of work just months apart. SIL entered purely through HR while the COL entered via recommendation (I still don’t know for fuck) Despite being supposed competitors, she seemed to have fallen victim to his obvious manipulative charm.

Our Wedding, The Banquet

It was those stickies bra/nipple pad. They were in some plastic/glass container, specially for it. It was the first time I’ve seen such, I have no idea how they work either, my concept of them were that they were disposable. The anger towards SIL for bring someone as weasel as that COL really drove my mind into insanity, I didn’t care, I opened the box, even though I knew she could walk in on me any time, touched on that silicon material, it was soft and jiggly, definitely not thick. I turned it around, it was sticky.

I had an idea..

A FUCKING SICK IDEA!

but it was my way of getting back at her. Even though I barely talk to her, she should know how much I detested that guy. He’s GOOD for nothing, all talk but no work, always trying to socialise his way out of things and gain favours. Doesn’t SIL pride herself to be DOWN-TO-EARTH? Then why the fuck can she be friends with this guy???

I removed my socks and stepped into the shower, turned the water on to make it seem like I was showering. I removed my pants while I checked the room, my wife was still on her phone and resting, the rest of the people were eating I suppose. I took my penis out and started to stroke myself. The nervousness was real. I couldn’t even get my penis to leak any pre cum. I dug into her ziplock bag and took her light blue panties out, there was another piece, it was light pink again. I put the pussy cover area on my cock head, the idea of her putting it on for the wedding, with my dried semen touching her pussy opening…… the knowledge of my dried semen now rubbing against her pussy lips… RIGHT NOW…..

FINALLY… some drips precum! I kept it to a minimal, used my finger to spread it. Then dripped some on her stickies nipple pads. Quickly shut her stuff. FUCK! Do they look messed up? SHIT…

REGRET IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME??? THIS WAS JUST SO SICK!

Why do I feel such a strong need to do such stuff to her???

I wore my pants back when I heard her voice.

SIL : sis, where is he ah?

I think my wife just pointed into the toilet where I was at. I was glad that I had already settled her stuff… I heard a soft knock.

SIL : hey, you done in there?

me : yes. in pants, no need to worry and frown.

I appeared in front of her.

me : yes?

SIL : can we talk? in private?

I knew what it was about, and turned and led the way out from the door beside the wardrobe (this megasuite has 4 exit doors)

Outside the megasuite, we were at the end of the corridor.

me : about? thought you too busy with him to come and explain to me why the hell he is here?

SIL : can you please calm down? I asked him to help because we need someone to help record the video.

me : so it’s my fault that I didn’t hire one?

SIL : i’m just trying to help make this day a memorable one for my sis.

me : and I don’t want it to be memorable for her?

the BLACK FACE SIL let out a snort of derision, like an arrogant sarcastic chuckle.

me : she’s the one who didn’t want to hire a videographer or photography team. Our love is more than such material means.

I was careful not to get personal with her this time.

SIL : i’m just trying to help only.

me : then of all the people, you just had to ask him? so what is he, like your date? he’s your boyfriend now?

SIL : no. we are just good friends.

me : good friend? you sure he really is a friend to you? then why is he always getting the credit over you?

SIL : argh!

She tried to open the door, but didn’t have the key card. She didn’t turn to me, but headed down the corridor to the other doors. As she walked away, I continued to rant.

me : yeah yeah. just a friend. you already saw how pissed I was to see him without any knowledge, yet you rather happily take your time to eat and flirt with him than to come explain to me immediately.

SIL : what?? I was checking with my parent(s) if they were hungry and gave my set to them!

fuck…..

I hurried towards her and helped her unlock the door to the larger living area. she stomped in, I didn’t dare to follow, headed back down to the corner of the corridor and entered via my room’s walk in wardrobe door. My wife was already with her ‘team’ working on something. I just couldn’t care any less and headed to my zone on the sofa and shut my eyes. My wife looked at me, she knew something happened, but as usual, she’d rather avoid knowing or confrontation. I found it hard to sleep, hearing that guy’s voice in the other room. It’s like an attention seeker who can never be ok to be just quiet in the background, or just sit the fuck down and do his work at work. I started to think about my SIL, I can’t exactly blame her for putting in effort for her sister. She doesn’t seem to have that many friends either, perhaps he was really the only person she could ask to help. I got up and went to the larger living area to take a look, gave that guy (COL) a stern stare, then saw the mess on the dining table. I was just relieved to NOT see my SIL sitting down at the sofa, looking up at him and yearning for him or laughing stupidly at his stupid jokes. I went to the dining table and start to pack things up, of the people present saw, probably felt guilty and came to help me. At that moment, my SIL came out from the parent(s) room. She was holding on to the bottled water, looked around, her gaze automatically shift away from me. I could see that anger she had towards me return, the urge to jab me back perhaps…. She put the bottles into the bin (with divider for recyclables), then stood there, NOT looking at me, not coming to help me either. I knew what she was going to do next, go and talk to that guy to piss me off even more. To my surprise, she went back to her ‘station’ with the camera and laptop. I realised, that was a peace offering for her.

I kept thinking, what does she need. An idea came, I grabbed the dirty plastic bags and headed out again, came back with large bottles of mineral water. The moment I went in, I was desperate to find my SIL, and also stressed out at the same time.

Will I find her alone?

Will I find her behaving like a fool to the theatrics of that guy?

When I entered, I was fucking relieved. SIL was in the room with her parent(s), she was on her phone. The rest were just resting shut eye moments on the sofas. The need and urge to please here was evident.

me : hey. got you all bigger bottles, don’t have to keep looking for new bottles.

I left two big bottles in there and quickly move away before SIL had any chance to react. I walked back to my wife, she was putting on the gown.

I looked at her….

I should feel something.

I should be in awe of her beauty, the way she innocently smiled back at me.

I should feel like I’m the luckiest man on earth.

Why am I thinking of someone else instead????

Taking another cold shower DID NOT HELP, much to the surprise of my wife also. She came to give me a hug, but she seemed more worried that I wanted to back out of the wedding. I hid in my zone, on the sofa while I faced the other side with earpiece listening to music, until it was time to go down. I made efforts not to encounter her, to drown out her voice if I hear any, told myself not to care if she was being charmed by THAT guy anymore, I felt the determination to focus on my wife and wedding grow.

Outside of the venue, the in charge sat with me to confirm a few details, I swear, I almost zone out as I wasn’t that interested about those details….

Until……

Someone rushed past hurriedly in the not so distance.

Someone in that grey halter dress, holding on to so many things. (Where the hell were the rest???)

Someone who breasts jiggled freely as she rushed to set up the reception. (for what? It’s a tiny event)

me to the hotel IC : I’m sorry. Give me a minute.

The lure of seeing her breasts at work, jiggling subtlely as she struggled to set up on her own. FUCKING WRONG… I REMEMBERED WHAT I DID! MY CUM WAS NOW ……. on her nipples!!!

I rushed over to help her.


BUT.

It just have to happen.

HE JUST HAVE TO HAPPEN….

That guy just had to appear and offer her help…….

I saw the way she looked at him, and smiled, and saw him as some hero.

The way she looked at him was something I knew, she’d never look at me in.

SIL saw that I was staring at the both of them, it was awkward. She ignored the both of us and went back to work. I looked at that COL, the way he looked at SIL. It was different than his usual.

I recognised that look, because it was the look I have for her myself too.

This time, it was LUST!

[TheGG]

Threesome?

[Stevevaldez]

~ When it came to academics, career and maybe even body figure, the younger SIL outshone my wife in every part. When it came to being feminine, my wife OUTSHINES her in EVERY ASPECT!

Our Wedding, the Banquet


Anger.

Jealousy.

FUCKED UP FEELING.

It was my fucking wedding! What the fuck was wrong with me? In that moment, I hated her so much for inviting that guy to cause me so much anger! ON MY FUCKING WEDDING. I stormed off, making it clear to her that I wasn’t happy at all. Headed OUT of the hotel and went for a walk around the connected big mall. For some reason, I didn’t even think about the banquet. I just needed to clear my mind and set my head straight, and stop this STUPID fantasy/lustful thoughts to get even with my SIL.

Some time later, my phone rang. I panicked and finally got out of the trance I was in. What time was it already! I checked my phone, it was a number I didn’t recognise.

me : hello?

? : Hi, sorry. Where are you? We are starting already.

I recognised her voice. It was my ANNOYING SIL. She sounded much sweeter and nicer on the phone though.

me : erm. I don’t know. Wait. erm. I’m somewhere in the mall.

SIL in a calm and nice voice : Don’t worry, just tell me what shops you see.

I could hear some sounds of typing. She was probably at the reception table and using her laptop to check the directory map to guide me back. The mall was big. That was the BEST conversation I’ve ever had with her, to the extend that I was about to make small talk with her. She even let out soft chuckles when I was rather blur about where I was going. I was getting close, I saw STARBUCKS and recognised my way back. I was about to thank her so much for saving the day……. WHEN I heard THAT guy’s voice! (making some sweet comment about her hair)

I let out a loud ARGH and hung up on her immediately.

I was at the connecting door, stood and calmed myself down. As I made my way back to the hotel, I saw her in the distance. She saw me too. I sped up as I walked past her.

SIL : Hey, sorry. Can we talk?

me : No.

I tried my best not to look at her EVEN THOUGH I SO FUCKING WANTED TO! TO STARE AT HER BREASTS in that dress!

As the banquet progressed, I did my best to avoid looking at her and focused on my wife. I drank a lot, especially when SIL looked at me with guilty eyes. When I saw SIL and that guy working together with the cameras, I saw how he stared at her breasts as well. It just drove my rage mad again, I needed a release. In between dishes, I went back up to our suite and combed through her luggage. I confirmed that she was in the pink panties I had stained, now it was mixed with my dried cum and her sweat. It was disgusting. I took it out on her spare panties while I sniffed on her worn bra. FUCK! It smelled good! This time round, I didn’t make effort to hide my ‘cum prints’. I was mostly high anyway.

When I went down, SIL was at the door looking around. Was she waiting for me again? I ignored her when she tried to talk to me. In some moments, I actually felt guilty for continuing to make her feel guilty.

It was time for the ‘Thank you speech’. My wife went first, I stood beside her and hugged her, knowing she was going to cry, which she did. When it was finally my turn….

I had a thought in my head, it was PURE EVIL! I wanted to thank the SIL for ruining the wedding by inviting someone I SIMPLY HATE, on purpose. After scanning around the room, I spotted her. It was not what I anticipated (her laughing and chatting with that guy), she was going around the few tables, reminding the guests some thing? I wasn’t sure, but I watched her hard at work, I couldn’t do it.

me in my mostly high state:

1- (Thanked their parent(s) for accepting someone as flawed as me into their family)
2- (Thanked my wife for accepting my flaws) -> I noticed my SIL stopping in her tracks, stepping backwards and her arms in front of her, she was being respectful.
3- (Thanked the people who attended and helped.)

….. last but not the least, I would also like to thank my lovely SIL, who worked as hard as anyone possibly could to make this day as smooth as possible for us, I mean look, she’s still working now there at the back. (Everyone present turned to look at her, making her nervous and frowned a bit, with a small wave) Don’t let that stern look confuse you, she’s actually a very kind person. (I clapped for her, and the rest followed as well. My wife hugged my arm and pecked me on my cheek and said thank you to me. I knew that look, I was going to get very pleasured that night. While I was being pecked and ending my speech, I saw SIL wiping her eyes. Was she tearing?)

As the even ended, we took photos with the people present. It was quick. We saved the photo with her family for the last, I had already drank so much. Obviously, there was only one person left to help us with that photo taking…. It was just a small photo of (4-5) people. We stood behind their parent(s).

[If you are wondering why I’ve been using parent(s), something happened to them which gave me the need to blur this detail]

I stood in the middle, pulled my wife and SIL to my sides. My hand was BLATANTLY on their waist. SIL cringed a little but didn’t want to make a scene out of it, she kept still even though my hands were playing with her waist. When the photo was done, she quickly moved away. I asked for a photo of her and SIL, gave that guy orders to take many. He was clearly glad to, I couldn’t help but JUST STARE at her breasts while the ‘photographer’ took the photos. I took another gulp of the beer.

me : my turn.

SIL stepped away automatically.

me : no la. took a lot with wife, my new sister. come here. I want to thank you.

She stopped in her tracks, she looked nervous and in discomfort, also worried? I pulled her by her arm and brought her closer to me, gave that guy instructions and then hugged my SIL tight from the side, my hand felt her waist, went really low. I instructed that guy to take a few more, then even turning my SIL and hugging her from the front, groping her butt as well. She cringed and moved away from me, commenting that I’m drunk.

I saw the look on COL’s face… He looked evidently upset. SIL was blushing red as well. I had my fun and, I was DONE with this! My wife was also quick to get me to go out and send the small handful of guests off. When that was done, I saw SIL moving around in the venue, it seems COL was trying to offer her help but she was keeping him at bay, then finally asking him to leave and thanking him for his help. I had to be the bigger man, handed him a red packet when he was on his way out. I took to pints and walked towards SIL.

me : Why didn't you let him help?

SIL : huh? erm. it's late. Only needed him to help with the video. That's all ma.

me : Good, here. (I handed her a pint) Cheers.

SIL : Erm... I

me : it's my wedding leh.

SIL : ok.

I drank, but she only took a sip out of courtesy. A very small one I supposed and she put the pint down and quickly walked away.


I sat down, asked the staff to get me more drinks. What a sucky wedding for me. It was not even a gathering, let alone a party. I drank some more, finally feeling the effects and putting my head on the table to rest. Drifted in and out, I could hear my wife come near me, hug me, then SIL’s voice saying she will bring their parent(s) up first. She asked for her phone, then sat beside me, leaning on me making me so uncomfortable while she used her phone. I felt better, could sit up, wanted to drink again but felt a hand stop me. Together, they both started lift me up from each side, putting my arm over their shoulders. My wife was scolding me non stop for over drinking. When we finally reached the lift, my wife pushed me to the side of the elevator and let go of me, telling her sister to ignore me, let me walk on my own. To my surprise, she didn’t. When we reached our floor, my wife stomped off ahead while the SIL supported me, I could feel her breast pressing against my side. It felt good. I could hear the suite door close after my wife went in. I felt betrayed.

me : hey. thanks. sorry, I’m heavy.

SIL : it’s ok. We are almost there. Are you ok?

me : Yes better. Thanks for helping.

SIL : did you mean what you said?

me : huh?

SIL : on stage, about me.

me : yeah. why?

SIL : I thought you hated me for ruining your day. I’m sorry. I really didn’t know you dislike him so much.

me : I thought you invited him to spite me.

SIL : no why would I do that.

We reached our second door, the door to the larger living area.

me : because you hate me?

SIL : I don’t hate you.

me : then why are you always so upset with me?

SIL : I don’t know. but why are you so bothered about him?

me : because I don’t like the way he’s using you. 


SIL : using me? we are just friends.

me : maybe he tries to treat you like one. but you can’t tell he’s just always using you for work? I know he looked at you different today, of course, you look so beautiful today, but does that mean he’s serious about you?

SIL kept quiet. she was nervous, she was still holding me by her body from the side.

I waited for her to give me some snide remark about me thinking too much.

SIL : you are drunk, let’s go in and rest ok.

me : no. let me finish. You want to know why I hate him so much? it’s because I HATE the way you look at him, the power he has over you. You are a CAPABLE and SMART woman, SO HARDWORKING. He’s not even 1% of how hard you work, but yet he keeps getting the credits. (I turned her to face me and looked into her eyes, her eyes with eye shadow this time, slightly silver in color, I brushed her hair behind her ears and held her gently by the sides of her face) You are a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! You deserve so much better! (She looked back at me, she was tearing… Or was it from the beer? She only took a small sip.) Do you hear me? you deserve SO MUCH BETTER! You are beautiful! You hear me?

She nodded her head as she tilted slightly to hide her tears, her eyes closed.

I really don’t know if my balls E X P A N D E D to THREE TIMES the size,

or that I was really that drunk in that moment……….