In My Sister’s Place

"Mmm… Honey, don’t pinch me there."

It was a midnight showing at the movie theater.

I was sitting in the back row, watching the half-naked leads rolling around together on the big screen, and I felt a surge of excitement. If I’d known the movie would be this explicit, I wouldn’t have come to see it.

Now I was so turned on that I couldn’t stand it, but I couldn’t do anything about it in public.

Just then, I heard a seductive female voice coming from the row in front of me. I was startled, but it instantly perked me up.

Was someone sneaking around back there? Were they that bold?

I followed the sound and saw a man and a woman embracing each other in a seat one row ahead and to my side.

Looking at their backs, they seemed strangely familiar, but I didn’t have time to think about it right then.

The woman was practically buried in the man’s embrace; his hand had slipped around her shoulder from behind, slipped into her collar, and was groping her. Her body was twisted into a knot—she was clearly enjoying it.

I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together, a flutter of excitement stirring in my heart.

Why did I have to stumble upon people having sex in the movie theater?

No one knew just how sensitive my body was. Other than that, I was also incredibly lustful. When I walked down the street, even if a man just glanced at me a couple of times, shivers would go down my spine.

Just a little more stimulation, and I’d be dripping with arousal. Every boyfriend I’ve dated has called me a slut and accused me of being promiscuous. I felt like it was so unfair.

At first, they’d all say excitedly, "Baby, you’re so wet. I’m so lucky," but in the end, when they couldn’t keep up with my demands, they’d turn on me and berate me.

Because of this, I saw many doctors and was taken advantage of quite a bit, but my condition hadn’t been cured.

As a result, I became very introverted. I didn’t dare date anyone or go out during the day, all to keep my desires in check.

But at home… my sister and my brother-in-law, Caroline and Andrew Bates, were constantly at it, because Andrew had such a strong sex drive. More than once, I wished my brother-in-law was my boyfriend.

Every day, when I hid in my room, secretly using a toy to relieve myself, I couldn’t help but think about Andrew’s thick, long… thing.

Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the woman in front of me suddenly lowered her head.

My eyes widened, my breathing quickened, and I couldn’t help but sit up and lean forward to take a closer look. I saw the woman unzip the man’s pants and pull out a massive… bulge.

It was huge! Just as big as Andrew’s.

My heart was pounding; I felt both shy and reluctant to look away.

The next second, the woman buried her head in it, her hair instantly blocking my view of it.

I couldn’t help but feel disappointed, and I crossed my legs tightly once more.

The man was so aroused that he unclasped one hand from the back of the chair, grabbed the woman’s hair with the other, and forcefully lifted her head up before slamming it back down.

In that instant, I saw the full extent of that shocking scene, and my breath caught in my throat.

That face looked exactly like mine!

How could it be Caroline?