The Lecherous Brother-in-Law

Three People Sleeping Together?

I stood at the tent entrance, hesitating to go inside.

"What's wrong, Hannah? Come in quickly."

My sister patted the spot beside her, urging me.

At eleven p.m., I stepped out of the bathroom wearing a face mask after my shower.

I bumped right into my brother-in-law as he opened the door, reeking of alcohol.

I quickened my pace, trying to avoid him.

But he grabbed me from behind anyway.

His rough hands groped my chest shamelessly.

"Sweetheart, did your breasts get bigger?"

His foul breath against my ear made me nauseous.

"Ethan, it's me! Stop touching me!"

I struggled fiercely to break free from his grasp.

In the struggle, my towel was pulled off.

I hurriedly covered myself and ran back to the bedroom.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his lecherous stare.

His lust-filled gaze seemed ready to devour me.

"Hannah, I'm sorry! I drank too much and mistook you for someone else!"

He staggered after me.

I pushed him out forcefully and locked the door.

Leaning against the door, I gasped for breath.

He had almost forced his way in.

Ethan was notorious for being a pervert.

But I never imagined he would dare do this to me right in front of my sister.

Ever since he saw my body tonight, his behavior had grown bolder.

My sister not only tolerated it but even created opportunities for this predator to get to me.

My sister was in her first trimester, and the pregnancy was unstable.

She wanted me to stay at her house to keep her company.

The thought of my lecherous brother-in-law made me uneasy.

But my sister had helped me find my job.

She had always taken good care of me.

Out of both affection and duty, I should look after my pregnant sister.

Everyone in our hometown said my sister had married well.

Ethan owned a small factory and was quite well-off.

Even my mother said our family had married above our station.

After marriage, my sister became a full-time housewife.

She became what others saw as a wealthy socialite.

It wasn't until I moved in that I realized my sister's life wasn't happy.

Due to the disparity in their backgrounds, my sister obeyed Ethan in everything.

Ethan, on the other hand, scowled at her, shouted, and even hit her.

He had a tendency toward domestic violence and often stayed out all night.

I asked my sister many times, "How can you tolerate him hitting you while you're pregnant?"

My sister just smiled softly and said, "Hannah, as long as he gives me money to spend, that's enough. I'm willing to accept anything."

I couldn't understand how my sister, a top graduate from a prestigious university, valued money more than marital happiness.

For money, she even tolerated Ethan's vile behavior.

Ethan was an old pervert.

He fooled around outside and even solicited prostitution.

Once, my sister even had to bail him out from the police station and pay his fine.

Back home, instead of scolding him, she served him tea and made him a midnight snack.

I quietly asked my sister if she wasn't angry.

She lowered her head and touched her belly.

"I'm pregnant. He has needs, so of course he goes to prostitutes. What if he gets pent up? Prostitutes are better than keeping a mistress."

I stared at her in shock.

At that moment, she felt like a stranger to me.