Chapter 1 — Recollections with My Sister-in-Law's Friend

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Ah... damn, it's hot. Already this sweltering? This is going to be a long summer.

The cheerful voice of a weather announcer echoed in my mind—this year's rainy season would be short, and the scorching heat would last longer than usual.

The air inside the billiards hall clung to my skin, thick and sticky with humidity. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe we were just out of practice, but my friend and I kept missing shot after shot.

Win or lose didn't matter. I just wanted to get out of that suffocating place as fast as possible.

When we finally stepped outside, a cool gust of wind hit my chest like a lifesaver.

"Phew. I'm alive. What kind of billiards hall doesn't even turn on the AC?"

My friend and I grumbled in unison, blaming the owner.

Since I'd lost the game, I was the one who had to treat him, so we wandered off in search of a cool bar.

"How about here? It looks quiet and clean. Let's go in."

The bar my friend suggested was perfect—chilly, nearly empty, and just what we needed.

We trudged toward a table near the window when suddenly—

"Hey, Daniel! What brings you here?"

It was Sarah, waving at me.

"Oh, hello! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to have a drink with a friend."

"Same here. I haven't seen my buddy in ages, so we thought we'd grab a drink."

"Oh! Then come over here. Join us!"

Sarah had always been cheerful and outgoing, and since we were only two years apart in age, we'd always gotten along well—often sharing drinks when we ran into each other.

"Hahaha. Sure, why not?"

My friend didn't seem to mind either. He followed me and took a seat.

"Daniel! They say birds of a feather flock together—your friend's pretty handsome too."

"Hahaha. You're not so bad yourself. And your friend's no slouch either."

We all burst into laughter as compliments flew between us.

Sarah was striking, but her friend was no less impressive—elegant, radiant, and undeniably beautiful.

"Wait a second… I feel like I've seen your friend somewhere before?"

"Oh! That makes sense. You two live in the same apartment complex, don't you?"

"Really? No wonder… Nice to meet you."

Hearing that, her friend smiled softly, eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Me too~ So nice to meet you. How about we make it even nicer with a drink together?"

"Whoa, whoa—hold on. If we keep this up, we're gonna cause a scandal. That'd be trouble."

Sarah suddenly chimed in with a teasing jab, and I flinched.

"Come on, Sarah. Do I look that reckless? Hahaha."

"I trust you," she said, glancing at me."But him? I don't know… He looks way too charming. Hahaha."

Laughter erupted around the table once more.

As the drinks kept coming, it felt natural—almost inevitable—that we'd pair off.

When we took turns going to the restroom, I ended up sitting next to her friend while Sarah stayed with my buddy.

At first, it was awkward. We sat side by side in silence.

Then Sarah broke the ice.

"Daniel! Let's keep tonight a secret, okay?"

"Hahaha. Sarah, really? Of course it's a secret. Our little secret."

Her friend chimed in, playfully defiant.

"Hmph~ Since we live in the same building anyway, if you don't impress me tonight, I might just go home and tattle on you. Hahaha."

Another round of laughter filled the air.

My friend was already leaning close to Sarah, whispering something. They didn't seem to mind one bit—both grinning like fools.

"Look at them. Can't resist a flirt, can they? But no way with our friends. Hahaha."

Sarah didn't even blink at the comment. Must've been the alcohol.

"What? Then you go flirt with him—or better yet, do something about Daniel here. Hahaha."

"Fine by me. You're on, you~ Hahaha."

"Hahaha… Sarah, really… I'm loyal as a dandelion in the wind."

"Hahaha… Daniel, really… Who said otherwise? We already agreed it's a secret… Hahaha. I'll keep my eyes closed."

She clearly liked my friend. No doubt about it.

Tsk… My buddy wasn't just lucky—he was good.

The mood was high, the drinks flowing, and the four of us were thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

"Should we head out? Maybe hit a karaoke place for round two?"

We all agreed instantly, as if we'd been waiting for the suggestion.

Sarah clung to my friend's arm, swaying as they walked. Her friend pressed her soft chest against my arm—was she rubbing it? Grinding it? Either way, she clung to me like glue as we headed to the karaoke room.

Once we got our room, my friend nudged my side and gestured toward the restroom.

He looked apologetic.

"Idiot! Apologize? Since when did we ever apologize for this? Don't hold back—go all out. I'm renting one tonight too, after all."

Back in the room, Sarah was holding the mic, about to pick a song. When she saw my friend, she waved him over.

My buddy wasn't one to sit idle. He immediately started working on Sarah.

It wasn't blues, wasn't lambada—just some weird, suggestive dance. More like grinding their bodies together.

Meanwhile, her friend grabbed my hand and motion for me to stand.

I awkwardly took a dancing stance, but she suddenly pulled me close, wrapping both hands around my neck.

My hands instinctively gripped her slender waist.

Her sister's singing faded into the background. Every nerve in my body focused below the belt.

Her chest pressed and rubbed against me. My lower half ground against hers.

A shiver ran through me—immediate, electric.

We'd already drunk. We'd already agreed to keep it secret. Why not just go for it?

I slowly pushed forward, letting my arousal press against her.

It was fully erect. She pressed her hips tighter, swaying her body. Then she kissed my neck.

Huh… This feels strange…

My hands, still on her waist, slid lower—down to her ass.

Every nerve ending in my fingers came alive.

I slipped my fingers along the curve of her ass, sometimes sliding just inside her panties. Other times, I gripped the full roundness with both hands.

Then—definitely—I felt her tongue on my neck. She buried her face in my neck, occasionally kissing it, and now, briefly, she flicked her tongue against my skin.

Just then, the karaoke host walked in with drinks.

We scrambled back to our seats, catching our breath.

Sarah smirked.

"Pffft… You're already buried deep, aren't you? Oh, you little slut—just go ahead and film an adult video. Film it! Hahaha."

We stood again as the instrumental played.

I reached out to steady myself—and accidentally brushed against her most intimate spot.

My knuckles grazed the soft mound between her legs.

She flinched, pulling her hips back slightly, then caught my gaze and giggled—pffft—short and sharp.

But then—what the hell? She pushed her hips forward again.

My knuckles and her mound pressed together.

The sensation was unmistakable. I nearly lost control.

Realizing her intent, I turned my hand and began exploring with my middle finger.

I rubbed over her skirt, but the shape of her slit was clear beneath the fabric.

She lifted her face, searching for my lips.

But we didn't kiss deeply. Just a quick, teasing peck—like a thief stealing a moment—then she pulled away.

Even drunk, we were both aware of her friend. And Sarah.

Then her phone rang.

"Oh, oh—my husband."

Startled, Sarah grabbed her phone and rushed outside.

My friend's face instantly stiffened.

His brother-in-law had ordered him home—immediately.

The mood shifted. Panic and confusion flickered across our faces.

It was just past ten. We all agreed to head home.

We left the karaoke place, shrugging it off like nothing happened.

I patted my friend's shoulder—he looked a little down.

"Let's head home now."

"Yeah… Let's go. Oh, wait! Since you two live in the same building, why don't you walk together?"

My friend, ever thoughtful, was still looking out for me.

"Right. That works."

Her friend smiled softly—so sweet, so cute.

My friend, giving me a jealous glance, stepped back as the next taxi arrived, letting us go first.

We got in together, heading toward our apartment.

We didn't speak a word during the short ride.

Near the apartment, we stopped at a half-lit spot—away from prying eyes, and to stretch out the goodbye just a little.

She got out, as if reading my mind.

"I'll walk from here… In case someone sees us."

"Haha… Yeah…"

Should I just go home? I sighed, then asked anyway.

"What's your husband doing?"

"Right now? Haha… He's out fishing with friends. Won't be back till tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh… I see."

Wait—what did that mean?

We walked in silence for a moment.

Then she said, softly:

"Hey… If you're not busy now… want to come up? I've got some drinks at home…"

"What…?"

A dozen thoughts raced through my head.

"Sure. Let's do that."

She told me her building number and said to come in about ten minutes. Then she hurried off.

My fingers still tingled with the memory of her.

I scanned the area, then pressed the doorbell at her place.

The door opened instantly.

"Come in—quick."

Inside, a soft lamp in the corner cast a cozy glow.

Same floor plan, same layout—but it felt completely different.

She'd clearly just showered. Her hair was damp, and she wore a sheer nightgown that revealed glimpses of her body.

She gestured for me to sit, then walked toward the kitchen. Her swaying hips called to me.

She came back with beer, saw my awkwardness, and smiled.

"Don't be so tense."

I downed the beer in big gulps. A little relief settled in.

"You already showered?"

I blurted it out—awkward, but I had nothing else to say.

"Haha… Why?"

"Just… nothing."

"We might actually cause a scandal tonight, you know…"

Her words sent a jolt through my chest.

"Listen… I'm sorry about earlier… I mean…"

"What? Haha… I liked it. You got me excited—so you're responsible now. Understand? Or do I need to say it again? Since you're my lover tonight, I can call you baby, right?"

"Y-yes… um… yeah."

Screw it. I came here for one reason—her. And I wasn't leaving until I'd had her.

Without another word, we crashed into each other, mouths colliding in a storm of kisses.

I laid her down and pulled off her nightgown.

No bra. Her nipples stood erect, proud. A tiny white panty covered her mound.

I grabbed one breast in my mouth, the other in my hand, and began licking her nipple with my tongue.

"Ah~ Yes… So good…"

She grabbed my hair, trembling as pleasure surged through her.

My tongue danced over her pale breasts and hard nipples, melting every nerve ending.

At the same time, my hand slid slowly down toward her core.

I slipped my hand under her panties. Soft, fluffy pubic hair tickled my fingers.

I pushed deeper, and she flinched, pressing her thighs together.

But one finger was already inside—just slightly.

I slowly pushed my entire finger in. She relaxed, then slowly spread her legs.

Ah… This wetness. And her petals.

Her soaked pussy was wide open, ready to take me—begging for it.

I wanted to taste her. I needed to suck her clit and petals.

I pulled off her panties and tried to spread her legs, but she shyly covered herself with both hands.

"Ah… I'm embarrassed."

"I… I want to see you so badly. And taste you…"

I gently lifted her hands. Her bush and glistening petals came into view.

No other thoughts. Only one: I need to taste her now.

She smelled sweet—soap from her recent shower, mixed with her natural floral scent.

I gently parted her petals with both hands and pressed my tongue to her clit.

Her pussy twitched in surprise.

"Ah… I'm so embarrassed…"

But only for a moment. As I began to stimulate her clit in earnest, moans spilled from her lips.

"Ah… yah… ah… yah…"

Was she trembling? Her lower body shook, quivering.

Her stomach and ass tensed tight.

I became relentless, peeling back every layer of her.

I flicked my tongue in rhythm, same tempo, same pressure—then pressed harder, straightened it, and plunged it into her black hole again and again.

She couldn't even open her eyes.

All she could do was drown in waves of pleasure, floating on clouds.

And one more thing—she was ready.

I quickly pulled down my pants and stripped off my underwear.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

My cock stood thick and dark, fully erect.

I lifted her legs and gently pushed my cock into her black hole.

"Ahh~ Ah… So good… Faster… faster…"

The moment my cock pushed past her petals, something inside clamped down, pulsing around me.

I was lost in ecstasy.

I can't describe it.

I thrust as deep as I could, using my hips to drive in and out.

Matching my ragged breaths, her moans and hot gasps spilled from her lips.

The wet, squelching sound of her pussy grew louder, faster, as my cock pounded in and out.

Finally, after so long, the peak erupted between us.

I shuddered violently, emptying everything—deep inside her.

She wiped the sweat from my face and kissed me back.

After such an intense connection, I didn't feel empty. I felt full—overwhelmed.

I cleaned up, fixed my clothes, and stepped out.

At the door, she pulled me into one last embrace, kissing me with longing.

Leaving her was agony.

All that happened faded into the wind, but even now, whenever I see her, we exchange a brief smile—quiet, bittersweet.

Or maybe… we're just waiting for the next time.