Chapter 1
Lady Seraphina recently broke up with her boyfriend, leaving her emotionally devastated. She moved out of her old apartment and asked Sister Beatrice if she could stay at her place for a while. Sister Beatrice, who works as a senior interpreter and is often busy and away from home, readily agreed upon hearing her sister was heartbroken. She told her to come over that afternoon as Brother-in-Law Harold would be home. Brother-in-Law Harold is a senior engineer who freelances and has his own office but often prefers to work from home. Lady Seraphina vividly recalls the first time she met Brother-in-Law Harold. He left a strong impression on her since her high school days. She had read the phrase “tall, dark, and handsome” in books, and she felt it described Brother-in-Law Harold perfectly. Brother-in-Law Harold is a towering figure with a great physique, often seen wearing white shirts which, on him, always looked exceptionally appealing. His presence made hearts race and faces flush with admiration. This early infatuation impacted her so deeply that, as an adult, she found herself drawn to men who somehow reminded her of him. Her boyfriends usually had traits that echoed Brother-in-Law Harold—tall frames, an affinity for white shirts, a sophisticated demeanor, and deep, magnetic voices. Lady Seraphina knew she had no future with Brother-in-Law Harold and never entertained the idea of breaking up his marriage with Sister Beatrice. If not for her recent breakup-induced doldrums, she wouldn’t have considered reaching out to Sister Beatrice for solace. Despite her resolute intention to avoid creating complications, she couldn’t help but want to look her best at the thought of seeing Brother-in-Law Harold again. She put on a simple yet enticing red A-line dress, which swayed gracefully as she walked, accentuating her curves and creating an enticing image. Today, she even wore a smaller bra size to lift and shape her already ample bosom, which the snug dress amplified, revealing a hint of cleavage that was tempting even to herself. She felt a tingling warmth and wetness inside her since her breakup—a month of celibacy had left her unsatisfied in that regard. Unexpectedly, the idea of seeing Brother-in-Law Harold stirred a longing desire within her. She imagined his hands, his touch, and a masculine presence that could satisfy her yearning. Fantasizing about his long fingers caressing her, his muscular body overwhelming her, she slipped into a vivid, intimate daydream. In her mind's eye, Brother-in-Law Harold’s robust form pressed against her, and his powerful hands explored her every inch. As she imagined him entering her, she shivered with anticipation, whispering his name, “Harold, Harold…” The imaginary Harold thrust deeper, and she climaxed, gasping with pleasure, the intoxicating sounds of her ecstasy filling her empty room. She filmed herself in the throes of climax, capturing the sight of her flushed, intimate parts glistening with satisfaction. Watching the video, she breathed heavily, savoring the remnants of her self-induced ecstasy. She lay there, lost in the lingering waves of her release, feeling both satisfied and yearning for more. The plan was simple: she would visit Sister Beatrice’s residence and try to move past her heartache. But the emotional tangle of unfulfilled desires and forbidden attraction complicated everything, creating an undercurrent of unresolved tension in her life’s narrative.
Chapter 2
After spending half an hour indulging in herself at home and another half hour catching her breath, Lady Seraphina found herself at the doorstep of her brother-in-law Harold’s house, an entire hour late. Lord Cedric, Harold's brother, didn’t make her wait long; he answered the door moments after she rang the bell. It had been two years since she last saw him, and Brother-in-Law Harold still possessed his signature charm. He wore a light silk robe and beige lounge pants, a casual outfit that somehow made him look effortlessly suave. His tall, lean figure exuded a regal air. With a strong presence, Brother-in-Law Harold extended his hand and took her luggage with a charming smile. “You’ve got quite a bit of luggage here. You could've called me to help carry it in,” he remarked, his voice warm and inviting. Lost in admiration of his looks, Lady Seraphina snapped back to reality at his words. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered a shy smile. “Thanks, Brother-in-Law Harold, but it’s not too heavy.” Harold grinned and after a brief pause to take her in, he effortlessly carried her bags into the guest room. Watching him, Lady Seraphina felt a flutter in her chest—it was almost as if his smile held a hidden meaning. Intrigued, her heart raced slightly as she followed him into the room. The guest room was clean and stylish, featuring white walls, crisp white linens, and a simple desk, with a cozy, warm-colored lamp casting a soothing light. The curtains were drawn tight, and only one small lamp was lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. Just then, a sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut behind them with a loud thud. Caught off guard, Lady Seraphina squeaked in surprise, and the button on her already snug bra popped open. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, hoping Brother-in-Law Harold hadn’t noticed. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his voice low and whispered, “Why are you so jumpy?” His tone always carried a hint of seduction. Feeling a ripple of heat within her, Lady Seraphina couldn’t help but shiver. She felt a subtle warmth spreading through her as her body reacted, unsure if it was leftover excitement or the alluring presence of Brother-in-Law Harold. She instinctively wanted to distance herself, fearing she might lose control. Brother-in-Law Harold withdrew his hand after speaking, casually slipping it into his pants pocket. He looked her over slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Seraphina, I can’t help but notice you’ve filled out a bit since I last saw you.” “Uh, what do you mean?” she stammered, biting her lip nervously. Had he really noticed the slight change in her figure? “Your figure.” He reached out, gently brushing his fingers through her hair. His touch sent shivers down her spine as his fingers trailed down to her ponytail, skillfully loosening it until his fingers tangled in her dark hair. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear, “I’d say you’ve become quite a temptress; I can hardly compete with you anymore.” Lady Seraphina gulped, momentarily speechless. She was no naive girl; she understood that his words and actions carried a tone of subtle flirtation and teasing that was far from typical for a brother-in-law. A mix of exhilaration and anxiety washed over her. After a brief moment that seemed to linger, Brother-in-Law Harold stepped back, leaving the room. Lady Seraphina sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, contemplating the feeling of his fingers in her hair. She closed her eyes and couldn’t help but wonder… Had Brother-in-Law Harold ever fantasized about claiming her? Did he long to explore her body as intimately as he did her hair? The image of him, with his masculine strength, invaded her thoughts and sent a wave of heat through her. Just the thought of his powerful presence stirred something deep within her, and she felt the familiar warmth pooling between her legs.
Chapter 3
As night fell, the dinner hour approached, and suddenly, a torrential downpour began. The wind howled and rain lashed against the windows, causing the leaves to rustle violently. “Beatrice called back and said the rain was too heavy for her to come home,” Sister Eleanor Lyle said, “so Harold and I should go ahead and eat without her." Brother-in-Law Harold wasn’t just a successful freelancer; he was also an exceptional cook. Lady Seraphina emerged from her room and took one look at the spread he had prepared. Immediately, she was sold. There was roasted broccoli and carrots, a savory fish head and tofu soup, stir-fried greens, spicy Kung Pao chicken, and her favorite, roasted chestnuts. Each dish was as visually appealing as it was delicious. After tasting everything, Lady Seraphina couldn’t help but exclaim how good it all was. With a light chuckle, Brother-in-Law Harold asked, “Which one do you like the most?” “Definitely the Kung Pao chicken,” she replied eagerly. “Looks like you have a taste for spicy food,” he said, his lips curling into an enigmatic smile. “I do love chicken,” she innocently replied. “You like chicken too, right, Harold?” Brother-in-Law Harold smirked and set down his chopsticks, looking at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “I don’t like chicken breasts, but if you’re interested in something else, I could help you out.” Lady Seraphina’s eyes widened, processing what he had just said. His comment had come out too fast; her mind raced with the implications. She knew that "chicken" could mean something very different when a certain suffix was involved. The idea of elegant Brother-in-Law Harold making such a crude joke sent her heart racing. Flustered, she decided to distract herself. Quickly, she grabbed a chestnut and offered, “Here, let me peel one for you as thanks for this wonderful meal.” Brother-in-Law Harold leaned back slightly in his chair and laughed softly, “Do you know what it means when a woman peels chestnuts for a man?” She shook her head, already focused on getting the outer shell off the chestnut. “In ‘The Golden Lotus,’ it describes how a woman should peel chestnuts when they’re hot because it’s easier to remove the skin. If they cool down, the skin sticks to the meat and becomes hard to separate.” Lady Seraphina froze for a moment, considering. “So… you’re saying chestnut meat is like a man's… well, you know… and the shell is like the sensitive part, and when you look at it that way, the shell does look a bit like… well, you know what I mean…” Lord Cedric couldn’t believe how bold his sister-in-law was being. He had only implied something, and she had taken it a mile. “Wow, Seraphina, you’re growing up—understanding things like that. No wonder you’ve gotten curvier lately; I guess those boys are helping out.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. It felt like Brother-in-Law Harold was showering her with double entendres, and his gaze was laden with a raw masculinity that was impossible to ignore. She felt a mix of fear and unexpected excitement at the attention. She subtly crossed her legs, getting up and intentionally leaning forward to expose her alluring curves while offering the peeled chestnut to Brother-in-Law Harold. “Harold, I’ve actually broken up with my boyfriend.” Lord Cedric smirked as he savored the chestnut she had just peeled for him, deliberately letting it brush lightly against her fingers, watching as her face turned an even deeper shade of red. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull back but maintained her sultry posture, almost invitingly. She realized the way in which she had leaned forward could lead to something dangerous—something that might set tongues wagging, and yet she found herself sitting there almost expectantly. “Old Harold, were you trying to flaunt your best assets in front of me?” Lord Cedric teased. Lady Seraphina pursed her lips, playing coy, her voice soft. “Come on, Harold… what are you saying?” Some men simply had that charm. Even as they spoke lewdly, it lacked the sting of distaste; instead, it made her heart race. Maybe it was purely his looks—and that air of aloof confidence—that caused her to feel this way. She thought to herself, if he really wanted to take things further right now, could she find a reason to resist? “Tell me, how did things end with your boyfriend?” he asked, his tone serious yet charged. She sighed and admitted, “He just didn’t love me anymore, so we broke up.” Lord Cedric's voice dropped, filled with a raw but somewhat playful seriousness, “So, did he ever… you know… take you like that?” Lady Seraphina found herself gaping, astonished by the question. It was true that at the heart of relationships, the mechanics of it all boiled down to such physical acts. Yet, was it appropriate for her to discuss such intimacy with Brother-in-Law Harold? Oddly, she felt a thrill at his bluntness. She realized, perhaps he cared about the fact that she had been with someone else. Her heart raced at the thought. What a tangled web this was.
Chapter 4
Ecstatic yet conflicted, Lady Seraphina wasn't one to hide her feelings. She nodded slightly at Brother-in-Law Harold's inquiry, “Yes, I slept with him.” “How many times did he have you?” Harold asked, still fixated on her deep cleavage. “How did he take you?” Her face flushed uncontrollably, and she hesitated, “Harold, this isn't appropriate…” “Just tell me,” he insisted, his long fingers drumming lightly on the dining table. He took a sip of red wine and poured some for her. Alcohol emboldened her. One glass in, and Lady Seraphina felt braver, admitting under Harold's penetrating gaze, “He just took me directly. How else would he?” “What positions do you prefer?” he continued, each question more explicit than the last. The crude inquiry caused Seraphina to feel a surprising wetness between her thighs, and the chair beneath her growing moist. Lady Seraphina's favorite was being taken from behind, pinned against the wall, feeling a man's hard member driving into her relentlessly. However, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the glint of Harold's modest platinum wedding band on his right hand ring finger. Suddenly, she was reminded that Harold was a married man—specifically, married to her sister, Beatrice. Despite her inner turmoil and the undeniable attraction to the handsome Harold, she couldn't act on it. Not even the provocative sparkle of his ring could allow it. Feigning casualness, she stood up and smiled, “Harold, all men are the same. They take and don't care afterward. I don't trust any man anymore.” She picked up the dishes, intending to head to the kitchen to wash them, but Harold's strong hand gripped her wrist firmly. He pressed on, “Not even your brother-in-law?” “Harold is Beatrice’s husband. It's her trust he needs,” she replied smartly, effectively shutting down any further suggestive conversation at the table. Harold said no more, but the dampness between her thighs made it an unforgettable dinner. Outside, the storm raged, and if not for the tightly shut windows, Seraphina might have thought her soaked panties were hit by the rain. Standing in the center of the kitchen washing dishes, Lady Seraphina felt a chilling breeze sneaking beneath her skirt. Her wet panties deepened the sensation, adding a ticklish itch that made her want to scratch. Had she been at home, she would have freely relieved herself, but here, in Harold's kitchen, with Harold still dining outside, she could only rub her thighs together in an attempt to quell the itching. Lord Cedric walked into the kitchen, noticing his beautiful sister-in-law incessantly rubbing her legs together. With a wealth of experience, he instantly recognized the signs—she was highly aroused, likely due to his earlier provocations. Seeing her in such a state, Cedric knew it was because of him. Her seductive attire, sans stockings, allowed easy access. The opportunity was too perfect; he could not let another man take advantage of her. Determined, he stepped closer, pressing his muscular body against hers from behind. Lady Seraphina's legs almost gave out in shock, but Cedric took the chance to pin her against the kitchen counter, her face down, and her hips bent at a ninety-degree angle under him. Cedric lifted her short skirt to her waist, his long fingers sliding up her inner thighs. He leaned in, whispering with a low chuckle, “Did you wear this skirt to tempt Harold?” Lady Seraphina's breath hitched, her mind racing. Tonight, his wife’s sister would undoubtedly be taken, but Cedric hoped she hadn't been marred by another man. He preferred untouched, delicate petals. He hadn't felt such a strong sexual urge from a woman in a long time. Lord Cedric moved closer until his body pressed thoroughly against hers, ready to satisfy his lust.
Chapter 5
"Harold, I swear I didn't." "Didn't what?" Lord Cedric's hand lingered at the edge of her panties, pulling at them bit by bit. His fingers slipped inside, touching the slick wetness that was Harold's sister-in-law. What a tease, he thought. It seemed his suspicion was right: Harold's sister-in-law had suddenly visited, wearing a short skirt and low-cut top, clearly wanting to be ravaged. Conveniently, Cedric had been feeling restless lately, longing to satisfy his desire. Her timing was impeccable. While these thoughts swirled in Cedric’s mind, his mouth said none of it. Women sometimes needed sweet talk, especially those like Lady Seraphina, who clearly did not have much experience. To get her to willingly open her legs for him, he had to win her over first. Once she surrendered mentally, her body would follow suit, and by then, he could do anything he wanted with her—take her from behind, make her kneel, or even indulge in rougher games. Women naturally had a sense of modesty and would try to resist further advances when in a strange place, Lady Seraphina was no exception. Despite desperately wanting Harold's fingers to go deeper, she instinctively resisted. "Harold, please... Are you drunk?" she pleaded, her body bent over the glass table at a ninety-degree angle, her hands weakly trying to pull his strong wrist away. In her heart, she knew Harold’s hand had only gone inside her panties and touched her wet folds, circling but without direct contact with her sensitive spots. Her outward resistance masked her strong inner desire for him to go deeper. Harold’s large hand kept exploring the edge of her sex. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "You're right, Harold's a bit drunk. So now Harold wants to play with your tight little hole. Do you agree?" As soon as he said this, he swiftly pulled down Lady Seraphina’s panties. Her upper body felt weak and limp against the glass table. Being stripped of her panties and barely touched, she was already breathless and worn out. It boggled the mind to imagine her state if Harold actually penetrated her. Lady Seraphina felt her juices flowing uncontrollably, pooling around her thighs, the intensity increasing with every passing moment. Lord Cedric wasn’t in a hurry to ravage her pristine flower. He spread her buttocks apart; between them lay the tempting sight of her pure, untouched lips, perfectly to his liking. He admired the sight of Seraphina’s tender folds, the pink glistening with moisture. What a sensitive little thing, her juices already trailing down her creamy thighs. Taking a deep breath, Cedric’s swollen, rigid body pressed closer. His coarse fingers slid from her thigh to her drenched petals, his sensual voice whispering, "Do you know how wet you are?"
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