How to help your brother-in-law

This story was told to me by my childhood friend and companion of a wildly spent youth, Kostya, after the fourth shot.

... My brother-in-law Vityka is a very cunning character. He says that since I'm his brother-in-law, or as he impudently calls me—"sister-fucker"—I'm obligated to constantly help him. So I had to do just that—my wife would immediately take his side, saying, help your little brother. One time it was to urgently chop firewood—winter is just around the corner, another time to cut a bunch of branches off a huge pineapple apricot tree, or something else. And then Vityka finally decided to get married, and at the last minute his friend and best man got into a fight with someone—they asked me to replace him.

Well

and a wedding for the best man is pure madness! You can't leave the bride's side for a second, or she'll get stolen, no time to drink, and you can't really eat properly either. But I got to press up against his bride Lida a lot, not letting anyone invite her to dance, or they'd snatch her and that's it—pay up! And I'd play the fool, holding her tighter and with delight squeezing her ample breasts—the girl is already 22. Her curves are quite appetizing!

So when we finally took Lida and Vityka to their apartment, the other best man and I calmly had a hundred grams each and I ate properly—I was as hungry as a wild beast! And of course, you have to fuck the maid of honor—tradition! By the way, it turned out very well—the girl got on all fours and pulled down her panties herself—she was seriously "worked up." She came very quickly, asking me not to come inside her. It was great with her, and I came—in her skillful little mouth. And then a comedy ensued—my dick is enjoying itself in this beauty's mouth, and out crawls Vityok from the bedroom, sees her bare ass, gets aroused, and on the fly gets behind the maid of honor. That's when she really got hit with a second orgasm, she was twitching, trembling all over, just couldn't scream and was humming through her nose with all her might. And she told us later she'd never had such a high before. And she kissed both me and Vityka.

I washed my "friend" in the bathroom, was about to head home, but I see—in the living room, Vityka and the maid of honor are sleeping in an embrace. Well, as a true "best man" and witness, I decided to "bear witness" to my admiration and went to check on our little Lida. Well, she's barely alive, sleeping and even snoring a little, the smell of booze breath so strong you could hang an axe on it—she got seriously drunk. And what a sight—she's lying on her back, her legs spread and bent at the knees, offering a wonderful view, all she's wearing are white stockings and a veil, well, anyone would get aroused.

So a minute later, turning off the floor lamp, in the intimate semi-darkness of the bedroom I was fucking Lida with all my might, and she was only moaning sweetly and kept asking to let her sleep. And how great I came after long thrusts, and Lida was moaning so sweetly, clearly having an orgasm. It was so wonderful to fuck her tight virgin vagina. But my dick didn't go down from the strong arousal and I got a little cheeky—turning Lida on her side, I shoved my "friend" into her ass. Went in pretty easily—looks like Vityok had recently come in his longtime girlfriend's ass. I was very pleased—the day had gone just great, fucked both the maid of honor and the bride! By the way, both are just great!

I got home late at night, but my wife didn't scold me—the tough working days of a best man! The next day was easier—the guests finished eating and drinking everything, handed over the gifts, those who hadn't yet, and went home. Vitya left a couple of days later for "seasonal work"—he's an excellent stove-setter, and my wife gave me a task—to take some onions and potatoes to her brother, since my car is parked near the house. So that's how I set off on a new adventure—and on the orders of my beloved.

I brought both big mesh bags into the house, Lida kissed me for helping the young family, gave me tea. and she kept groaning. And to my question, she, blushing slightly, said she hadn't been able to go to the toilet for two days, her stomach hurt badly. I even jumped—so it's constipation from overeating, that's very dangerous. I got the medical encyclopedia from my mother-in-law's cupboard, we read it together—yes, urgent treatment is needed! So I went to the bathroom, took the enema off the wall, and after filling it with warm water, added a drop of vegetable oil. And no matter how Lida resisted, I, slapping her soft round butt, said in a mentoring tone that otherwise she'd get a bowel obstruction and need surgery tomorrow. Surgery, of course—I lied convincingly!

Lida was clearly frightened by that prospect and lay on her stomach on the sofa, putting a pillow under it, saying it hurts less that way. And my hands were trembling from the sight—Lida's robe was hiked up high, her full legs are so arousing, and I still need to lift the hem of the robe higher and pull down her panties. Lida quietly groaned during my manipulations but didn't object.

And the most arousing thing—is to slightly part her soft buttocks and lubricate the tight little hole with Vaseline, the brownish-pink spot of which now simply attracts my greedy gaze. Lida has wide hips but surprisingly small buttocks, so lubricating her anus and inserting the enema nozzle was easy. She, of course, hesitated and resisted a little, but really just a little, and I was stronger, convincing her it was very dangerous if I didn't give her the enema! A person is easily convinced, especially if he or she isn't against it! As the genius poet said: "Ah, to deceive me is so easy—I myself am glad to be deceived!"

Generously lubricating her not-so-tight little hole in her butt, I gave her two washouts, then completely took off her panties, leading the girl to the toilet. How she groaned, farted, and "thundered" in there! Red from slight shame and tension, sexy Lidochka thanked me, saying she felt much better, and when I laid her down for what she thought was the third round, I cheekily fucked her in the ass, then told the indignant young woman that it absolutely had to be done—that's how they always did it in the old days, saying sperm would heal everything inside her butt. Turning anger into mercy, this tempting, appetizing girl, who looks so much like my beloved (they are distant relatives, after all), suddenly asked me for regular sex.

I was in mild shock, and Lida said that to her surprise, both the enemas and my anal play had really aroused her, so I, as the best man, should help her, otherwise her breasts would hurt later. And as the best man, by ancient custom—I even have the right to fuck her. On my second "round," I didn't come for a long time, secretly imagining that I was now fucking and enjoying my cunning, treacherous, but very tempting ex-girlfriend Violetta, who dumped me in my fifth year of university. Both Lida and I now got wonderful, complete pleasure! And she even let me come inside her! It was ecstasy! I lay for a long time between Lidochka's widely spread legs, and she kept whispering how good she felt and not to spill the beans.

So today I did a bunch of good deeds. And I now gave advice to the young guys at work from an experienced man—always help young ladies, it will come back to you a hundredfold. But in a case like mine—be persistent and purposeful and be sure to take the girl to the final station of pleasure!