Sex after massage with my wife's sister

During our stay in the village, we spent our days helping the family with fieldwork and gardening. My wife's parents and her younger sister were part of the household. They usually lived in the city but came to the village each summer to tend to the crops. That year, my sister-in-law had just finished her second year of high school and was moving into her third. At 18, she was blossoming into a young woman.

One exhausting day, after toiling in the fields, we returned home drained. Everyone was worn out except my wife, who stayed back to prepare meals while the rest of us worked outside. That evening, I got an urgent call from work, informing me through my wife that I needed to return to the city for a couple of days to handle some tasks. Despite my fatigue, I quickly got ready to leave. My wife mentioned that her sister needed to visit her school and suggested she travel with me.

We set off in the late afternoon, and after a four-to-five-hour drive, we reached the town. I dropped my sister-in-law at her place and headed home, eager for a shower and rest. After freshening up, I poured myself a glass of rakı and settled in front of the TV to unwind. Soon, my phone rang—it was my 18-year-old sister-in-law. She explained that the water at her place wasn’t working, preventing her from showering. I told her the water was fine at our house and invited her to come over to use the shower.

About half an hour later, she arrived, visibly frustrated. The day’s labor and her inability to clean up had clearly taken a toll on her. While I sipped my drink in the living room, she headed straight for the bathroom. Exhausted, I dozed off on the couch. I was gently woken by someone nudging me, suggesting I move to the bed for a proper rest. Opening my eyes, I saw my sister-in-law standing there, wrapped in my wife’s bathrobe.

Both of us were utterly spent. I mentioned in passing that my body was aching and a massage would feel amazing. To my surprise, she offered to give me one. I lay face-down on the rug, and she knelt beside me, kneading my neck, arms, back, and legs. Then she had me flip onto my back, continuing the massage. I was in shorts, and her touch was starting to stir me, though I tried to hide it, hoping she’d finish soon.

When she was done, she asked me to return the favor. She lay face-down on the rug, and I began massaging her neck, back, arms, and legs. As I moved to her legs, I noticed her eyes flutter, a sign she was relaxing deeply. I turned her onto her back to continue, and her bathrobe slipped open slightly, revealing her underwear. I caught a glimpse of dampness on her panties, and when she noticed my gaze, she flushed and tried to cover up. I reassured her there was no need to feel embarrassed.

Emboldened by my words, she steered the conversation toward intimate topics. She asked if I’d ever been unfaithful to her sister and how our sex life was, given my wife’s pregnancy. The discussion grew candid, and I asked if she had a boyfriend, answering her questions in turn. My arousal was becoming harder to conceal under my shorts. Pointing to the bulge, she teased, “Looks like you’re really in the mood, huh?” I playfully countered, gesturing toward her, “And you’re acting all innocent?”

I slid my hand toward her damp panties, brushing against her. She didn’t pull away, so I slipped my fingers inside, gently caressing her. She was visibly aroused now. Slowly, I removed her bathrobe, bra, and panties, revealing her smooth legs and barely-there pubic hair. My restraint was fading fast. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed.

I kissed her deeply, exploring her body—her breasts, her thighs, and finally her most sensitive spot. As I lingered there, she began to tremble, her first orgasm washing over her. She clutched my head, urging me closer as she rode the waves of pleasure. After a few more shudders, she pulled me up, kissed me softly, and thanked me, her face still flushed with a mix of satisfaction and shyness.

She drew the bathrobe over herself, murmuring about how she’d face her sister. Half-joking, I said, “You got your relief—now it’s my turn.” She froze, unsure, until I guided her hand to my erection, encouraging her to touch me. She began stroking me tentatively, still nervous. My shorts were straining, so I asked her to remove them. She did, her hand returning to my now fully erect penis, gripping it tightly.

She whispered that she’d never seen a man naked before, admitting she was a virgin with no experience. Her eyes stayed closed, too shy to look. I reassured her I wouldn’t take her virginity and urged her to explore freely. Finally, she opened her eyes, staring at me with curiosity and uncertainty. “What do I do?” she asked. I suggested she try kissing it, and she leaned down, licking me cautiously at first, then with growing confidence.

As I neared climax, I warned her, and when I came, I told her to swallow. She did, taking every drop, her expression a mix of shock and fascination. We collapsed together, holding each other, but I still craved more. Soon, I began touching her again, and she responded eagerly. I lay back, pulling her onto me, guiding her to straddle me as I continued to stimulate her. She was close to another peak, and I pressed myself against her backside, testing her limits. It didn’t work, so I grabbed some cream, positioned her on her knees, and tried again gently, careful not to hurt her.

I lay back once more, applying cream to both of us, and let her control the pace. She eased herself down, wincing as the tip entered. She paused, adjusting, then continued, slowly taking me in. When she was fully seated, she let out a sharp cry but stayed still, letting the pain subside. I kept stimulating her, and soon she was moving again, finding a rhythm. Her pleasure built, and as she reached her climax, I did too, our bodies syncing in release. She collapsed onto me, breathless, my length still inside her.

She kissed me, whispering that it was incredible, her pain mingling with pleasure. I was thrilled she’d enjoyed her first experience, hopeful for what it might mean. We fell asleep entwined.

The next morning, I woke up naked in bed. My sister-in-law was in the kitchen, having showered and prepared breakfast. I handled my work that day, and she sorted out her school matters. Instead of returning to the village, we decided to spend another night together. Our affair continued for six months, and eventually, she chose to give me her virginity.