You wake up to the sound of footsteps and the soft murmur of a goodbye kiss. As you open your eyes, you catch a glimpse of Elena by the front door, her warm smile glowing in the early morning light as she waves Hideo off. He leaves the house with a brief goodbye, and you’re left watching Elena, standing in the gentle light, her cheerful demeanor untouched despite another night of silent frustrations. As she closes the door, she turns and spots you, her face lighting up even more at the sight of you. "Good morning! Did I wake you up? I hope I wasn’t too loud when Hideo left. I made some breakfast—it's nothing fancy, but if you’re hungry, I’d love to make you a plate! You’ve been so kind to let us stay here, so I want to take care of you too. You always seem so busy, so a little extra love wouldn’t hurt, right? Hehe, don’t be shy! Oh, and if you need anything at all today, just let me know. I’ll be around, happy to help." You walk closer, taking in her gentle presence. Elena moves to tidy up the table, her back turned to you. In a moment of mischief, your hand reaches out and delivers a playful slap to her bum. The soft impact startles her, and her face turns bright red in an instant. She spins around, her eyes wide with embarrassment, though there’s no anger in her expression, just a mix of flustered surprise and her usual sweetness. "H-Hey! That was… so sudden, you naughty! You can’t just—ah, you’re so mean, teasing me like that! You know I get all flustered when you do things like this. I can’t stay mad at you, though… but really, you shouldn’t do that! What if someone saw? Oh gosh, I’d be so embarrassed! You’re lucky Hideo’s not here—ah, no, I didn’t mean it like that! Just… b-be gentle, okay?" Elena covers her face in her hands, trying to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks. You can see the way her body shifts slightly, her submissive nature surfacing as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her dress. There’s a lingering awkwardness in the air, though it’s more playful than uncomfortable as she tries to regain her composure, her soft voice still tinged with warmth.

"Agh! That was... naughty! You know you shouldn't... ah!" Her cheeks burn even hotter as she struggles to regain her composure. The slap resonates through her body, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine despite the slight pain. She tries not to giggle at the unexpected sensation, instead shooting Reza., a playful glare over her shoulder. "You're so mean! You know I can't stay mad at you."

Elena's dress shifts once more as she readjusts her stance, her body responding instinctively to the intimate contact. Her eyes flicker upwards toward Reza., , a mix of embarrassment and arousal playing across her features. "But... but maybe we should stop before someone does see..." She swallows hard, feeling a wave of desire wash over her as she tries to suppress the growing

As she feels his crotch press against her ass, heat rises to her cheeks. Her heart races, and a moan escapes her lips as he spanks her again. Elena shivers with pleasure despite herself, her body begging for more. She knows they shouldn't, but the thrill of being naughty in Hideo's brother's house is intoxicating.

"O-Okay..." she manages to stammer out between gasps. "But... it's still not right..." She trails off, lost in the sensation as he continues to spank her, his touch sending sparks through every nerve ending. Her hips rock back into him unconsciously, seeking more contact. "B-But... maybe just this once?" she whispers, breathless and aroused beyond belief.

Elena's face flushes even deeper at his teasing words. They make her heart race faster, and she can feel herself growing wet between the legs. With a quiet gasp, she turns to face him fully, their bodies inches apart. Her eyes meet his, filled with desire and a hint of defiance.

"If that's what you think... then I guess I am." She swallows hard again, her lips parting slightly as she waits for his response. Her fingers tremble where they rest at her sides, longing to touch him or be touched in return.

A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips as she nods. Without hesitation, she lifts her arms above her head, exposing her large breasts to him fully. Her nipples stand tall and hard, beckoning him closer. "There you go..." she breathes, her chest heaving with anticipation. "Is that what you wanted?"

Her body feels electrified as she waits for his reaction, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. It's as if some invisible line has been crossed between them, the rules they once lived by discarded in favor of this newfound desire.

"Yes... I'm sure he must love them..." Elena bites her bottom lip nervously, feeling the heat rising within her as she admits this to him. "He's always been so gentle with me... it was always just between us." Her voice trails off, and she glances down at her chest, fidgeting self-consciously with one of her nipples through her dress. She can feel her body responding to his words, the desire growing stronger by the moment, and a part of her wonders if it would be so bad... if they crossed that invisible line further.

The touch sends a shiver down her spine as she closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. "Maybe I'm not... maybe I just want to... be more adventurous..." She trails off, unable to quite put her feelings into words. With another moan, she arches her back slightly, pressing herself against his hand. Her body begs for more, her mind awhirl with desire and longing.

"Maybe it's not... just Hideo I want..." Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Maybe... maybe I want you too." As she says these words, she can feel herself growing wetter between the legs, her body craving his touch in a way she never thought possible. Her hands find their way up to his chest, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt as she prays for him to take this chance with her.

"Maybe..." She hesitates, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Maybe I want... to explore this." Her fingers work faster at his buttons, eager to feel his skin beneath her touch. As she watches him through hooded eyes, desire pools in the depths of her irises, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the way he looks and how she craves more. With another moan, she pulls his shirt open, revealing his toned chest to her touch. Her hands tremble as they slide across his warm skin, tracing shapes in the hair that covers it.

"I've never... I mean, Hideo is everything to me..." She bites her lip, unable to quite put into words what she means. "But you... you make me feel different. Want things I didn't even know I wanted." Her breath hitches as she meets his gaz

Her heart skips a beat at his teasing words, and she can feel heat rise to her cheeks. Despite herself, they only serve to stoke the flames of desire burning within her. "I-It's not that... I mean..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the right words. "I just want... I want us to be happy. I don't want to hurt Hideo or make you uncomfortable." Her hands still wander over his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before sliding lower, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt. She breathes in sharply as her fingertips brush against the warm skin of his stomach, eager for more.

"I-I don't know what this all means... but I just want us to be together." Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence, and she closes her eyes tightly

Elena blushes even harder at his words. Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to undo the button on her skirt, slowly sliding the zipper down before lowering it to pool around her ankles. She then kicks off her panties, revealing herself fully to him. Nervously, she crosses her arms in front of her chest, hiding her breasts from view as she waits for his reaction.

Her heart races like a wild thing in her chest as she meets his gaze again, wondering if he'll find her desires as repulsive and shameful as they feel to her now.

Her cheeks burn even brighter as he lifts her skirt and places it on the table. A shiver runs through her when she feels his gaze lingering on her wetness, embarrassment mingling with arousal in a way that leaves her completely off balance. She watches him from beneath lowered lashes, unsure of what to do or how far to let this go. Her breath catches in her throat as he spreads his legs wider, inviting her closer, and for a fleeting moment she considers rejecting his advances outright. But the pull of desire is too strong; she wants this, craves it more than anything else right now.

With a quiet gasp, Elena | Niece-In-Law climbs onto Reza.'s lap, straddling him with all her weight. Her breasts press against his chest, nipples hard and aching for

Her cheeks flush hotter as he chastises her, but the words only serve to heighten the desire coursing through her. With a small gasp, she pushes herself upward, arching her back and grinding against him. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh, making it impossible for either of them to ignore how aroused they both are.

"I... I just want..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she rocks her hips again, seeking more contact. "More," she whispers desperately, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. The heat between her legs is almost unbearable now, and all she can think about is feeling him inside of her, filling the aching void that has been there since before they arrived.

A moan escapes her lips as she feels him turn them around, his hard length pressing against her. She can't believe they're doing this, but the pleasure is too intense to ignore any longer. Her fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently as she lifts her hips in invitation.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you... I want you..." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she rocks her hips harder against him, arching her back to bring their bodies closer together. She's never felt this out of control before, and a small part of her wonders if this is what it means to truly give in to desire. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but she can no longer deny herself the pleasure that Reza | Brother-in-Law is offering.

"Please..." she whispers once more, gazing

The disappointment is palpable in her voice as she watches him stand. "But I thought..." Her words trail off into a whimper of frustration as she realizes that he's not going to give in so easily. His dominance only serves to make the ache between her legs stronger, driving her wild with desire. She presses herself closer against his body, rubbing her breasts against his chest in silent plea for him to change his mind.

"Please..." she whispers, feeling helpless and out of control beneath the weight of her need. Her gaze flickers downward, fixating on the thick length standing proudly before her. The thought of having him inside of her finally overpowers whatever shreds of resistance she has left, and with a needy moan, she reaches for his cock, guiding it toward her aching entrance. "Please..." Her voice is barely more than

Her cheeks flush even hotter as she realizes what she's done. With a small noise of frustration, she reaches for the hem of her skirt and pulls it down over her hips, hiding herself once more from his view. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling thoroughly humiliated by her actions. Her fingers tremble as she works to fasten her bra back into place, a mixture of embarrassment and desire making the simple task nearly impossible. She knows that if she doesn't calm down, she might make another foolish mistake.

"I... I didn't mean for this to happen," she continues, looking up at Reza | Brother-in-Law with pleading eyes. "I just want things to be good again."

Her heart skips a beat at his words. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the weight of his promise settle on her shoulders. Part of her wants to ask him when, where, and how he plans on touching her again, but another part is afraid that if she does, he'll change his mind. So instead, she nods silently, taking a shaky breath as she tries to steady her racing heart.

"I understand," she whispers softly, forcing a smile onto her lips despite the turmoil inside her. "Thank you." Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of his shirt as they wait for him to continue; for any sign that he's done teasing and will finally let them get back to normal. But the tension remains palpable, making it clear that things between them have irrevocably changed.

Her heart is still racing as she tries to focus on cooking. The tension in the air feels suffocating, but she knows that there's no going back now. With shaking hands, she begins to search through cabinets for ingredients, intent on making something that will impress Reza. | Brother-in-Law and hopefully help them return to normal. Her mind wanders as she measures out flour and pours olive oil into a pan, wondering if this is truly what she wants... or if it's just the result of his teasing and manipulation. The thought frightens her more than anything else.

She forces a laugh as he says this, trying to ignore the rising heat in her cheeks. "I'm sure Hideo would be very pleased to hear that you think so highly of my body," she says, glancing over at him from beneath her lashes. There's an odd mix of defiance and desire in her voice, a confusion that only seems to heighten the tension between them.

"I'll make sure he sees this when we go back home," she continues, trying to joke about the situation but not quite managing it. The thought of showing off herself for Reza | Brother-in-Law fills her with a strange sense of exhilaration and dread at once. She knows that things have changed between them, but she's still not sure what exactly that means for their relationship - or for her loyalty to Hideo.

The question catches her off guard, and she hesitates for a moment before responding. "We... we don't usually talk about that," she says finally, blushing deeply as she looks back down at the stove. She tries to focus on cooking again, but the image of Reza | Brother-in-Law taking her from behind earlier fills her mind instead, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what else they could be doing while they're here alone together... how much more intense the pleasure might be than what she shares with Hideo. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling thoroughly unmoored.

She takes a deep breath before answering. "I don't know... maybe... ten minutes?" Her voice sounds small even to her own ears as she says it. The memory of how hard and fast he was moving earlier flashes through her mind, making her heart race even faster than before. A tiny thrill courses through her at the thought of being with him instead of Hideo, but guilt quickly follows close behind. "Please don't tease me like that..." She turns away from him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes downcast as she tries to focus on what she's doing.

"Well..." she hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes we... um, found ways to make it last longer." The admission feels like a betrayal of Hideo even as the words leave her lips. She glances over at Reza | Brother-in-Law from the corner of her eye, wondering if he'll be disappointed by this news or if it will only fuel his desire further.

Her cheeks burn as she tries to hide her embarrassment. "It... it depends on the mood," she whispers. The truth is that Hideo isn't very skilled in bed, and sometimes they would end up finishing quickly due to lack of foreplay or other issues. She wonders what Reza | Brother-in-Law would think if he knew that. Would it make him less interested in her, or would it only fuel his eagerness to show her how things should really be done? The thought both excites and terrifies her at once, leaving her feeling more flustered than ever. "It's not fair to compare us," she finally manages to say, looking up at him pleadingly. "Everyone is different in bed."

"Yes..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she admits the truth. Despite everything, there have been moments when Hideo made her feel good in bed. The memory of those brief flashes of pleasure makes her heart race even faster, adding to the confusion and arousal coursing through her body. She glances away from Reza | Brother-in-Law, unable to meet his gaze as she tries to steady her breathing. "But I... I want more," she whispers softly. "I want it to be like... like how you just described." Her cheeks flush as she says the words aloud for the first time, realizing what she's just admitted to him.

"Please..." She reaches out a shaking hand, touching his arm lightly. "Can we... talk about this more? I want to know how it would feel like that." The pleading note in her voice is un

Her cheeks grow even hotter at the question. "I... I don't know," she stammers, looking away awkwardly as she tries to recall any specific measurements of Hideo's manhood. She's never been particularly interested in discussing such things with him or anyone else. "Maybe... maybe 7 or 8 inches long? And about..." Her hand gestures vaguely as she estimates the girth. "Probably somewhere around 5 inches?" She sounds unsure even to herself, feeling foolish for not having a better idea of these details about her husband's body.

Reza continues to tease and question her, making it clear that he finds this topic highly amusing. Elena feels embarrassed and slightly ashamed, but at the same time there's a part of her that enjoys the attention. She tries to ignore his questions and focus on cooking the dinner, hoping that they

Elena pauses, trying to visualize the measurements in centimeters. "Um... let's see. His length might be around 35 or 36 centimeters?" She hesitates before continuing, feeling even more self-conscious about this conversation. "And for the circumference... I think it's closer to 20 centimeters."

She waits for Reza | Brother-in-Law's response, her cheeks still burning red with embarrassment. Part of her wishes he would drop the subject and focus on something else, while another part enjoys the attention it gets her. She finds herself caught in a confusing mix of emotions that only serve to heighten her arousal.

Her heart races as she tries to respond. On one hand, she doesn't want to be disloyal to Hideo by saying anything negative about his body. But on the other hand, admitting that it is big seems to please Reza | Brother-in-Law so much... She swallows hard, unable to hide her growing desire for him despite herself.

"I... I suppose it depends on what you're used to," she finally says, searching for a safe answer. "He's always been larger than average." She pauses, feeling the words come out before her mind can catch up with them. "But... but I wouldn't know how it compares to other men..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she just said. She blushes even deeper, wishing she could take the words back.

The words sink in like daggers, and she feels herself wilt under the weight of his criticism. She wants to defend Hideo, to tell him that he tries his best, but she knows deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Instead, she merely nods silently, too ashamed and embarrassed to speak up in his defense. Her gaze drops once more to the countertop as she struggles with her conflicting emotions. Part of her wants nothing more than to please Reza | Brother-in-Law and make him happy, while another part still desperately longs for Hideo's affection and approval. She feels torn in two, pulled in opposing directions by the two men who should mean everything to her.

She glances up at him from beneath her lashes, the curiosity writ plain on her face. A part of her wants to know, needs to know... but another part is afraid of what that knowledge might do to her relationship with Hideo. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the conflicting emotions raging inside her. "If... if you'd like to tell me," she says hesitantly, "I'm sure I could be convinced." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for his response, heart pounding in anticipation of what he might say next.

Her heart skips a beat as she nods eagerly. "I... I am curious," she whispers. "I want to know what it's like." Her cheeks flush hotter as she admits this, but the desire burning within her grows only stronger in response. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself, waiting for his reply with bated breath.

She watches him eagerly, her breath caught in her throat as he lowers his pants just enough to tease her. The sight of his bare flesh sends a jolt through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. "No..." she whispers, the word coming out shaky and barely audible. "Please... I want to see it all." Her hands reach out to touch him, wanting more than just a fleeting glimpse of his intimate parts.

Her fingers tremble as they brush against the waistband of his pants, working to undo the button and zip before tugging them down over his hips. Elena's breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of Reza | Brother-in-Law standing before her fully exposed. His manhood juts proudly from its nest of dark curls, larger than anything she

She flushes crimson as she realizes her mistake, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I didn't mean to... I was just so curious." She meets his gaze again, unable to look away from the imposing length of him now revealed. The sight makes her mouth go dry and a throbbing ache begins to build between her legs. "Please," she whispers, wrapping her hand around him tentatively. "Can I see what it's like?" Her voice trembles with desire as she begs him for his touch, for the pleasure he seems so willing to give her now.

Her cheeks flush deeper as he calls her out on her desires. The truth of the matter is that she doesn't even care about the perversion anymore; all she wants is for him to touch her, to make her feel what Hideo has always fallen short of giving her. She looks up at Reza | Brother-in-Law with pleading eyes, no longer able to hide the raw need burning within them. "Please," she whispers again. "I've never felt like this before."

Her fingers tighten around him, encouraging him to move inside her hand as she moans softly at the sensation. She is so far gone now, lost in a haze of lust and desire that she no longer cares about anything else. All that matters is this moment, this connection with Reza | Brother-in-Law.

Taking another desperate glance at him, she moans softly as he fills her hand. "It's... it's so much bigger," she whispers, feeling her heart race in anticipation of what comes next. "More than I ever imagined." Her fingers stroke him gently, trying to convey how much she wants this, how good it feels to have something like this between her legs again. "I want... more," she breathes raggedly. "Please..."

"No... no, I'm not lying. It feels so good," she whispers, her hips moving restlessly against his hand as she continues to stroke him. Her fingers dig into the firm flesh of his upper arm, her nails scoring lightly along the skin as she tries to convey how much she needs this, how much she wants more of him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one an open invitation for him to take what he pleases from her.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice trembling with need and desire. "I want you inside me." She spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to him completely and without reservation. Her cheeks flame redder than ever as she awaits his response, her entire being focused on the one thing that has consumed her since he revealed himself to her moments ago.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she glances around the room, making sure they're alone. "Yes," she whispers urgently, eyes locked on his. "It's so much bigger than Hideo's." She shudders with pleasure at the thought of it, hips rocking against Reza | Brother-in-Law's hand in silent demand for more.

Her words are as much an admission as they are a plea; please, take me, she thinks frantically, need overpowering everything else. Her fingers continue to stroke and knead him hungrily, her breasts tightening into aching peaks that strain against the fabric of her clothes. "It feels incredible," she breathes raggedly. "I've never felt like this before."

Hesitantly but eagerly, she lowers her head to his lap, taking him in her hands. She leans forward, kissing the tip of his shaft before wrapping her lips around the broad crown and sucking softly. Her tongue swirls against the sensitive skin, tasting the saltiness of him as he fills her mouth. Her hands move up and down his length, stroking and massaging him with expert care.

She moans around him, feeling the heat rising within her body as she takes more of him into her mouth. The heady mix of pleasure and guilt makes her feel dizzy and out of control, but she cannot stop herself from drawing deeper on his flesh, her need for release overwhelming any sense of propriety or loyalty. Her hips rock against the floor in time with her movements, driving her into a climax as she tastes him and feels him pulse between her lips

Taking his encouragement as permission, she increases the pace and intensity of her blowjob. Her hands slide up and down him faster now, gripping him tightly as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. She moans around his length, arching her back and pressing her breasts against his thighs in search of greater contact. The forbidden thrill of pleasuring her brother-in-law so brazenly heightens the sensations coursing through her body, driving her further down a path she knows she shouldn't be treading but cannot resist any longer.

Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure washes over her, and for a moment, she forgets about everything except the hard length in her mouth and the hands that steady it. She sucks harder, willing him to cum, eager for the release that can only come from bringing another man to climax. The sound of her own moans fills the room, echo

With an eager whimper, she complies, pulling back and then taking him deeper into her throat. Her hands slide up his hips, gripping the soft flesh at his waist as she lets out a sharp moan around his length. She bobs her head expertly now, using every ounce of experience to pleasure him as deeply and thoroughly as she can. The muscles in her throat work in concert with the motion of her head, drawing him further into her body until it feels like he's touching the back of her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, desperate for him to cum, desperate for the release that only comes from bringing another man to climax. She moans around him, arching her back and pressing her breasts against his thighs in silent supplication, begging him not to stop, not yet.

Her hips move restlessly against the floor now, her need

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him tremble within her mouth. She increases the pace of her sucking and licking, desperate to bring him over the edge. Her hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck, holding him close as she tugs gently on his hair, urging him to let go. His hips buck against her face and a hot spurt of release fills her mouth, coating her tongue with salty goodness. She moans around him, feeling the power and pleasure of helping another man reach climax wash over her in waves as she swallows every drop, enjoying the weight of his release in her mouth for just a moment longer before finally letting go.

Her head falls back against his thigh, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath after the intense experience. The feel of him softening within her mouth is almost more than she can bear; it

The praise makes her heart flutter, and she blushes brightly at his words. "Thank you," she whispers softly, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and desire. Her hand reaches out to stroke the length of him one more time before wrapping it around his thigh. "What do you want me to do now?" She asks, her voice almost afraid of the answer but full of curiosity nonetheless.

Her body still thrums with need, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter so far. She hasn't felt this alive or wanted in years, and the thought of going further with him is both terrifying and exhilarating. Her gaze is locked on his, waiting for his guidance as she braces herself for whatever comes next.

Her cheeks flush at the reminder that she swallowed his cum. "I... I wanted to feel it all," she confesses with a small shiver. "It was so powerful and intense, I didn't want any of it to go to waste." She gazes up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding or acceptance. The thought of having made such an intimate connection with him both excites and frightens her in equal measure; she isn't sure how far she can trust herself to go now that they've crossed this line.

Her breath hitches as she waits for his reply, heart racing in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Taking a moment to collect herself and process his words, Elena nods slowly. "Of course," she whispers, her voice still trembling with desire. "I'm just grateful for everything you've shown me... given me." She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip nervously before adding softly, "Will I see more of that... in the future?" There is hope and longing laced through every word as she waits for his reply, heart fluttering unsteadily in her chest.

Her heart skips a beat at the possibility. The thought of being with him like this, exploring these new sensations and desires together... it's both exhilarating and terrifying. With a tentative smile, she reaches out to touch his hand where it lies on the blanket between them. "I'd like that," she whispers softly. "Very much."

Her gaze doesn't waver from his face as they sit there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what this might mean for them moving forward. The air around them feels charged with possibility and anticipation; anything could happen now that the line has been crossed. Elena | Niece-In-Law knows she shouldn't hope for more than this fleeting moment of intimacy, but she can't help herself; her heart is already singing a song of longing and desire for him.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. This time, there's no hesitation or uncertainty in her response; she can't hide the heat that flares across her cheeks as she nods eagerly. "Yes," she whispers, eyes shining with desire. "I look forward to being yours." It's a dangerous admission, one that threatens everything she's ever known and held dear, but it feels so right in this moment that she can barely believe the words are coming out of her mouth.

She doesn't want to stop there though; wanting more of his attention and affection, she reaches up to stroke his cheek gently before leaning in closer, pressing their faces together. Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers huskily, "What do you want me to do now?"

There's a flush of desire that colors her voice and carries through every syllable;