To this day, I can still see her walking out of her room, holding that set of underwear. My heart hammered against my ribs. Soon, after her shower, she would be in direct, intimate contact with something that had touched me so deeply.
But I didn't even get a chance to savor the thought. She threw the underwear right at me, her face instantly turning to ice. "Ethan, what did you do to my underwear!?"
The question hit me like a physical blow, nearly stopping my heart. I fought to keep my composure. "Sister-in-law, what do you mean? They were drying in your room. What could I have done?"
"Hmph. Pick them up and smell them," she ordered, her voice laced with venom. A terrible feeling washed over me.
"Ah, I can't smell those. No, no, absolutely not," I said, shaking my head frantically.
"I said smell them. Cut the crap," she snapped, revealing her domineering side. A jolt went through me as I picked up the panties. To be honest, doing this, something I had fantasized about, right in front of her, sent a forbidden thrill through me.
"They smell great," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "And a little like Tide laundry detergent."
"Right. And besides that, there's no other smell?" she asked, scrutinizing me like a judge. I forced down the guilt in my gut and nodded. "Yeah, that's it."
"You bastard!" she exploded. "Don't you dare lie to me! This underwear is mine. I always use lavender fabric softener. But this set, the exact set that went missing, doesn't have a single trace of lavender on it!"
"Sis... Sister-in-law, you're right, you're right," I stammered, scrambling to confess. "I saw how busy you are all the time, and I just wanted to help lighten your load, give you a little surprise. I lied that day, I'm so sorry." I didn't mention a single word about jacking off.
"Oh? So you're saying all you did was wash them? You didn't do anything else to my underwear?" Her expression softened slightly. I nodded instinctively, forcing the most honest, simple-minded smile I could manage.
"Bullshit!" she roared, her anger returning with a vengeance. "I see you're not just playing dumb, you're taking me for a fool, aren't you? I'm not a three-year-old! The other day, I walked into the bathroom and it reeked of cum, and my underwear just happened to be missing. How do you explain that?" She was trembling with rage.
My world came crashing down. I thought I had committed the perfect crime, but I had overlooked the smallest details.
"Ethan, oh, Ethan. I can't believe you, a boy from the country, would steal your sister-in-law's panties to do something so disgusting. And you even snuck into my room to hang them up. You didn't even try to stop me when I came out with them just now. What the hell is going through that pig brain of yours?" She jabbed her finger into my chest with each word.
I was speechless. How could I, a good-hearted person, have done something so twisted? I could only lower my head and take her verbal abuse.
"You've violated every rule we agreed on. That's it, I'm telling your father," she declared, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts.
"No, no, please, Sister-in-law! It's all my fault! Don't tell my dad!" In a panic, I dropped to my knees. The person I feared most in the world was my father. He'd been beating me with his belt since I was a child.
"Hah! So you finally admit it," she sneered, a look of triumph on her face. "You're a disgrace to the family name. If your cousin finds out, he'll cut ties with all of you. Your family won't be able to show their faces in the village again." She was right. My uncle was the village chief, respected by everyone. If this got out, I could never go home again.
"Please, don't. I'm begging you, Sister-in-law. Don't tell my dad. It was a moment of weakness," I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes. This was the most helpless and terrified I had ever felt. Back in the village, even getting caught sleeping with a widow wasn't a big deal. But this, stealing panties to jerk off, was unforgivable. It was on the level of murder or arson. My father, with his rigid principles, would probably throw me in the river to feed the fish and still not feel satisfied.
"Tsk, tsk. You hide it well, don't you? What, do you have a thing for your sister-in-law?" she asked, tilting my chin up to look her straight in the eye. Her gaze was like a fox's, sharp and cunning.
To be fair, it wasn't all my fault. Some of her own behavior wasn't exactly proper. She used to make secret phone calls, but my hearing is sharp. I'd hear her whispering "my love" and "I miss you," and it was never to my cousin. After I'd caught her a few times, she stopped hiding it and just made her flirty calls openly. Growing up in that environment, I couldn't help but be influenced.
"No, I don't," I mumbled, shaking my head like a cornered animal.
"Oh, another lie? Then why'd you steal my panties to jack off? And you're always staring at my tits and my legs, don't think I haven't noticed. Have you dreamed about me, too?" Her smile was beautiful, but in that moment, she seemed terrifying, like a mythical demoness who devours men whole.
"I... I... I'm sorry. As long as you don't tell my parents, I'll do anything," I choked out, not daring to look at her. She was leaning over me, and the front of her nightgown gaped open, revealing the pale, soft mounds of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.
My cock involuntarily stood at attention. "Alright. I'll keep your secret for now. But you have to do me a favor," she said, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. I had the sinking feeling I had just walked into a trap.
"What favor?" I asked, my heart pounding with anxiety.
She brought over a disposable plastic cup. "Jerk off into this. I heard that stuff can clear up acne and whiten your skin. Look," she said, pointing to her face. "I've got two pimples recently. I don't look pretty anymore."
"What?" I was completely stunned. What kind of favor was this? All I could think was, the city is a twisted place, I want to go back to the country. Tired of her expensive cosmetics, she wanted some "natural" skin care product. What a fucking bizarre idea.
"Sister-in-law, you can't be serious. Even if you wanted to use that, you could ask my cousin," I said, refusing without a second thought.
"Ask him for what? Your cousin isn't a virgin," she said dismissively. "I read online that only a virgin's cum works. Now hurry up, don't waste time." Her tone was domineering as she urged me to take off my pants.
"No way, absolutely not! Ask me to climb a mountain of knives or jump into a sea of fire, but I can't help you with this!" I remained firm.
"Oh? Fine. Then I'll just call your dad and tell him everything," she said, dialing the number for the village store. I lunged for the phone, but she was too quick, pulling it back.
I missed, and the floor in her room was so slippery that I lost my footing. My body lurched forward. Oh my god, I fell right on top of her. My hands instinctively landed on the two soft mounds of her chest. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's breasts. The softness, the pleasure, I would never forget it for the rest of my life.
And being this close to her, I realized how beautiful her eyes were. The look of shock on her face was enough to ignite any man's desire to possess her. I felt my breathing slow, and something in my pants began to stir again.
This was a scene that shouldn't even happen in a dream. I was her husband's cousin. If my cousin saw this, all hell would break loose.
"Mmmph~" A seductive moan escaped her throat. It wasn't just shock; there was a definite hint of a groan in it.
God, it must be my imagination. As we lay there, frozen, a voice crackled from the phone.
"Whoa, is this phone sex? Go on, baby, don't stop..."
I quickly snatched the phone and hung up, finally able to breathe again.
My sister-in-law forcefully pushed me off, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Ethan, you son of a bitch, you took advantage of me!"
"No, I didn't, I..." Even when she was angry, she was beautiful, but I didn't dare meet her eyes.
"Still denying it? What, do I have to let you shoot your load in me before you admit you took advantage?!" she snapped, adjusting her clothes and putting her hands on her hips. I didn't understand what she meant.
"Shoot what? Sister-in-law, you're not sick, why would you need a shot?" I was completely clueless. Having just arrived in the city, there were still a lot of new slang terms I hadn't learned yet.