Damp ghost attacks *blind sister-in-law suffers
The text is written in third person
I covet my sister-in-law.
It started from the day my brother took him to meet his parents.
I am a twin brother. I was born only one minute after my brother, so I became the younger brother.
In the more than 20 years of my life, I have never minded this title, and I have never thought about replacing my brother, although we often play games of swapping identities.
Until, my brother brought my sister-in-law back.
My sister-in-law is the marriage partner. She is cold, noble and reserved. Every finger seems to be exuding a fragrant fragrance, which makes people have endless aftertaste in dreams.
My brother likes him very much. Me too.
This time, I offered to play a game of swapping identities with my brother.
I put on the groom's clothes, tie, sprayed on the groom's perfume, and pinned on the groom's corsage. The moment I was about to set off to pick up my sister-in-law, I was knocked down by my brother with a punch.
My brother rejected me.
He dug his fingertips into the wound on my face and said through gritted teeth: That's your sister-in-law.
Of course I know, so what, it's not like we haven't teased each other before?
Why doesn't this work?
No. My brother said. This alone won't work.
My brother asked me not to show up at his wedding because he didn't want me to look hurt and scare my sister-in-law.
Of course, I'm obedient.
I just turned on the surveillance camera in my brother's room and watched an intense live broadcast.
Facing that live broadcast, I sprinkled the seeds of pleasure on my sister-in-law's gorgeous face.
My brother removed my surveillance camera, pressed my head into the swimming pool, and warned me that I would not be allowed to step into his house again.
How funny. My twin brother will one day kill his biological brother for his sister-in-law.
I licked the water that fell from my hair, sizing up the possibilities of fucking my brother off.
What's so funny? We've already said we are twins. He wants me to die, but I don't want him to live either.
My brother is still old. Every minute is old. The moment I heard that he was gone, the smile on my lips almost broke.
I put on the suit that my sister-in-law gave to my brother, put on the watch that my sister-in-law gave to my brother, sprayed on my sister-in-law's favorite perfume, and took my blind sister-in-law home from the hospital.
I coveted my sister-in-law until I became my brother.
I inherited my sister-in-law until I became my brother.
Tips: The article is written in the third person and intersperses the daily life of the brother and sister-in-law.
My brother is gone, so my sister-in-law is just an identity! !
Intention: Sister-in-law, open the door, I am my brother
