The ambiguous relationship that developed during play with my daughter eventually crossed that line.

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Let me briefly introduce my family. It's a family of three. I work in the warehousing system of a large company, and my wife is a hospital nurse. Our daughter is eighteen and in high school. I'm almost fifty, and our family life is relatively stable and happy. Our financial situation is quite good. My wife's job requires her to work night shifts frequently, and she's been doing this since we got married. My job is more relaxed; I manage several warehouses. I

have a few people under me, and I'm not often busy. On the contrary, I'm often relaxed. We've been married for many years now, and I've progressed from a warehouse manager to managing several large warehouses. It's pretty much reached a point where

there's no possibility of promotion. My salary is good, enough to cover our family expenses. My wife, as a nurse, also earns a good amount of money. I'd say our married life has been quite comfortable and carefree. We often take our saved-up vacation days on family trips, spending five or seven days relaxing and broadening our horizons. We're

fairly well-off. Life just passes by peacefully, though of course, like any other family, there are occasional ups and downs, and arguments are natural… Because of my wife's job, I spend more time with our daughter. Naturally, she's closer to me than her mother, a bond built up from childhood. My daughter has inherited the best features of both my wife and me. Although she's eighteen, she's already about 170cm tall. She has

big eyes and fair skin. Her lips are especially sexy; when she smiles slightly, her white teeth accentuate her red lips, making her even more beautiful. My daughter is very attached to me because I spend more time with her. The city I live in is near the sea, which means we sometimes go swimming in the summer.

The three of us are quite good swimmers. I taught my daughter to swim. In a father's eyes, his daughter is the best. So, from a young age, I've almost always granted her reasonable and unreasonable requests. That's probably why she's so attached to me. When my wife works the night shift, I take care of everything for my daughter, like bathing and changing her clothes when she was little…

Even when she was a teenager, I sometimes still brought her underwear to the bathroom. My daughter doesn't hide anything from me; she has no reservations about me at all. Even now that she's eighteen, she only pretends to be more careful when her mother is home. When her mother worked the night shift, she became very uninhibited…

wearing pajamas with the buttons undone, half of her breast exposed. Although not very large, her innocent aura and fullness were equally alluring. Even as her father, I felt a kind of sexual stimulation seeing her. Occasionally, when her mother wasn't home, during rainy or thundery weather, my daughter would run to my bed and cuddle with me to sleep. Sometimes she would just run over wearing only her underwear and slip into my blankets. Life went on like this.

My daughter's studies were very demanding, and she didn't have much free time. It was rare for her to have a holiday, so I tried my best to make every time she had a good time. My life revolves around eating, playing, and buying my daughter things she likes. I try to satisfy her every need. In my free time, I often browse pornographic websites. I'm dabbling in all kinds of pornography. Because I manage a warehouse at work, and most of the warehouse staff are women, I naturally flirt with the pretty ones. I've slept with several warehouse staff. With transfers and job changes, I now have almost no pretty warehouse staff under me.

Those I've had sex with only occasionally have affairs. Because I'm physically strong, my sexual needs are quite high. My wife's work means we can't have sex often, so sometimes I have to masturbate to relieve my physical needs. And sometimes when I masturbate, I don't pay much attention. My daughter saw it, but of course I didn't know. She told me about it later. Her innocence sometimes gives me sexual fantasies, but while the word "incest" is stimulating, I still don't dare cross that line.

One summer, during one of my daughter's days off, she suggested I take her swimming at the beach. As her father, I naturally agreed. One afternoon, when the sun wasn't too strong, I drove her to the beach. Even though it was almost evening, there were still many people swimming. After parking, I said I needed to change into my swimsuit, and my daughter sat down beside me and said, "Why bother finding a changing room? Let's change in the car; there's no one around."

I didn't want to agree; after all, she's my daughter, and I felt a little awkward changing clothes face-to-face. Seeing that I didn't want to agree, my daughter muttered softly—though softly, because the car was quiet, I could hear her clearly.

She muttered to herself, "I'm your daughter, you've seen everything, what are you being so coy about?" I heard her but didn't say anything more, so I turned to her and said, "Go change. I'll keep an eye on people for you." My daughter said, "Dad, this car has opaque windows, how can you see anyone? Hurry up and change, we can go swimming." I had no choice but to start taking off my vest and unbuckling my belt. My daughter had already taken off her top, leaving her only in her bra; in summer, taking off clothes is quick.

As I was taking off my pants, my daughter had already pulled down her skirt, revealing a small thong. It's impossible for me not to have any thoughts; she's my daughter, but she's still a woman. My penis was already uncontrollably erect, and I awkwardly covered my crotch. My

daughter had already turned around to get her swimsuit bag from the back seat, and I clearly saw her eyes glancing at my crotch. I had to slow down my pants. My daughter had already taken her swimsuit, placed it on her lap, and turned her back to me, saying, "Daddy, help me untie my bra strap." I had no choice but to go over and untie it for her, her hand still pressed against her bra as she turned away.

I tossed my bra onto the back seat, and my daughter's small breasts bounced before my eyes. I had to turn around to face the car window, but the reflection was even clearer. Her small, rosy nipples were already slightly erect, and my daughter's eyes were secretly glancing at me. Then she started taking off her underwear, tossing it onto the back seat beside my head.

I couldn't help but glance at her genitals in the reflection; I couldn't see much, just a dark, indistinct area. Then she started putting on her swimsuit, saying, "Daddy, why aren't you changing into your swim trunks?" I had to turn around, take off my pants, and then my underwear; by this time, my penis was half-erect.

I quickly grabbed my swim trunks and changed, noticing my daughter's eyes fixed on my penis. After changing, I couldn't go swimming because my penis was semi-erect. I told my daughter, "You go swimming first, I'll be in a bit." She glanced at my crotch again, then smiled and said, "Daddy, I'll wait for you in the water," before getting out of the car.

After she got out, I calmed down a bit; my penis wasn't hard anymore. I tidied up the car, taking out a large bag and packing my clothes, towels, and other necessities inside. I carried the bag, locked the car, and tossed the keys inside. Then, carrying the bag in one hand, I went to the beach. I found a spot where there were few people around and it was a little far away. I put the bag down and watched my daughter swimming in the sea, as happy as a little dolphin.

I went into the sea too and swam towards her. Although it wasn't very deep, I was still worried about her. I swam close to her, protecting her. Sometimes she would swim right next to me, and sometimes she would swim far away again. I had to stay close to her and didn't dare to stray too far.

I kept telling her not to swim too far. Gradually, my daughter and I got quite far from the shore, and we could no longer see the faces of the people on the shore. Then my daughter dove underwater, and I swam quickly to her. I felt a pair of hands grab my legs; I knew she was teasing me, so I relaxed. I slowly treaded the water, and then she surfaced, giggling.

I followed closely behind, because we were already quite far from the shore, and the water was deep. Even though I'm a good swimmer, I couldn't stray too far from the shore. My daughter dove underwater again, and this time I felt her hands on my buttocks. Then I felt something lightly bump my penis.

I knew it was intentional. I didn't say anything. When my daughter came to the surface, I noticed that although she was smiling, her face was a little red. I didn't know what she had bumped into my penis with, or whether it was intentional or accidental. I looked at my daughter with some confusion.

Although she didn't speak, my daughter sensed it. Her face flushed, and she said, "Daddy, I'm tired, I can't swim anymore." I could only swim to her side, my face a mixture of doting and annoyance. She glanced at me, then hugged my arm.

I could only paddle with one hand, feeling her full breasts pressed tightly against my arm. I said, "Who told you to swim so far? It would have been dangerous if I hadn't followed." She looked at me with feigned pitifulness and said, "Daddy, you're following, aren't you? I wouldn't have swum this far by myself." I could only guide her while paddling. Actually, we both know how to swim, so this didn't feel tiring or dangerous.

After a few strokes, I noticed my daughter was even closer to me. She almost kissed my cheek with every head movement. I turned to look at her; she was looking at me too. Then, a little shyly, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Daddy, you're so handsome." I couldn't do anything about it; it was my daughter being affectionate, what could I say? I just tried not to look at her. I continued swimming, my legs occasionally brushing against her body in the water. She was also swimming, one arm around mine.

Her breasts kept rubbing against my arm. It made my mind race, and as my thoughts wandered, my penis slowly hardened. My daughter seemed to be deliberately rubbing against me, her lower abdomen constantly brushing against my thighs. Once we reached the shallow water, I couldn't go any further. I could only stand there and say to her, "Let's swim here." She looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why aren't you coming ashore?"

I awkwardly replied, "I'll come up later. I'll watch you swim." She looked at me questioningly for a moment, then started swimming again. Time passed quickly, and the already darkening sky caused those who had probably been playing for a long time to slowly disperse.

I looked at the shore and saw there were only a few people left. I called to my daughter, "That's enough, let's go home. Your mother has already prepared dinner and is waiting for us." But my daughter swam to my side, hugged me, and said she wanted to play a little longer. I had no choice but to agree. My daughter, in the water, wrapped her legs around my waist, hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, and looked at me with a grin, saying, "Daddy, I want to come out and play with you."

As she spoke, her buttocks, wrapped around my waist, swayed up and down, and with each sway, my penis instantly hardened. Pressing against her buttocks, she stopped swaying, her eyes darting away as she looked behind me.

Then, slowly, as if trying, she began to sway up and down again, the first sway being a little too forceful, and she sat directly on my penis. My daughter jumped up in a panic, then hurriedly tried to sit down again, this time slowly touching my penis. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. As my daughter moved up and down, her buttocks bounced up and down on my penis, making me very uncomfortable. She rested her head on my shoulder; I couldn't see her face, but her back was already red. I

couldn't do anything but hold her waist with both hands in the water, trying to control her swaying, but she seemed to be competing with me, rubbing my penis even harder. This was no longer just swaying, and I couldn't say anything to her. She must have mustered a lot of courage to do this.

Even though we were in the sea, I could feel the heat emanating from her body. We stood there in the warm water, the heat further stimulating our bodies. My hand unconsciously reached out to caress my daughter's breasts. She was leaning on my shoulder, and I could hear her soft moans. Her body seemed limp, hanging on me.

My penis was already inside her, my hard shaft pressing against the outside of her vagina. Even through just a layer or two of fabric, I could feel the heat. At that moment, I felt a little lost, and I pushed her away slightly, so we were facing each other. Her eyes were glazed, half-open.

I kissed her lips, and she clumsily returned my kiss. We no longer cared about the people occasionally passing by on the shore. Because we couldn't see each other's faces, I had no more reservations. We kissed each other. I also put my hands into my daughter's swimsuit to caress her delicate breasts. The small nipples became hard and erect when I twisted them with my fingertips.

After all, it was in the sea. I felt that it was almost done, so I whispered in my daughter’s ear, let’s go ashore and go back? The daughter immediately nodded obediently and agreed. My daughter and I held each other's hands in the water and walked to the shore. There were really not many people on the shore. I found the big bag and took out the car keys from it. Tell your daughter to go change in the car.

My daughter just followed me, but my dick was still a little hard and erect, so I had to use the bag to block my front, and we walked to the car with my daughter. I opened the car door but didn't get in immediately. It was hot inside because of the sun, so I started the car and turned on the air conditioning to let out the heat. After a short while, my daughter and I got in. She used a towel to dry the water droplets off her swimsuit.

I also took off my swim trunks in the car, my penis still slightly erect. This time, my daughter wasn't as casual as when she started changing; instead, she shyly avoided my gaze. I didn't say anything. After waiting a while longer, and still not changing, I finally said, "Sweetie, aren't you going to change?"

Only then did she hesitantly begin to take off her swimsuit. Looking at my daughter's full breasts, her nipples still erect, I knew exactly what was going on. I glanced down at my daughter's genitals again; there wasn't much pubic hair there. Although my daughter is very clingy, I hadn't seen her genitals since she was seventeen.

My daughter quickly changed her clothes. I drove home because there were three missed calls on the phone I left in the car; my wife was calling to ask us to have dinner. I didn't tell my daughter what to do on the way, because I knew she knew what to do. It was just a little awkward; my daughter looked out the car window, not daring to look at me. I drove, turning on the music, which eased the slightly embarrassing atmosphere in the car. We arrived home quickly. My wife nagged a few times, then quickly showered and ate dinner.

After dinner, my daughter obediently went back to her room to study, and my wife and I sat on the sofa watching TV. That night, after we went to bed, I had sex with my wife quite intensely. She was a little surprised and said, "Wow, that was so vigorous!" I didn't say anything, just used various positions to have sex with her, and she enjoyed it immensely. In the end, I was exhausted, but I slept very well that night. The next day, my wife was home during the day, and my daughter went to school. My wife worked the night shift. Around 10 pm, I picked up my daughter from school and made her some food. After she finished eating, she seemed a little flustered and hurriedly went back to her room. I tidied everything up and sat on the sofa watching TV. It was almost midnight by then.

I went to my daughter's room, knocked on the door, and she answered. I pushed the door open and went in. I found her in her pajamas, packing her books and supplies. I helped her pack, and after we finished quickly, I turned to leave. But suddenly, she hugged me from behind, pressing her face against my back. I could feel her face was warm. I didn't move, just stood there letting her hug me.

After a while, seeing that she wouldn't let go, I turned around, looked at her face, and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?" She didn't look up at me, but just came back and snuggled into my arms. I was also confused, not knowing what to do. I whispered to her, "I'll go turn off the light." After I finished speaking, my daughter obediently stopped clinging to me.

I went out and turned off all the lights, then returned to her room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I turned off all the lights except for the desk lamp she used for studying. I went over and sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder and softly asking, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Is there something you can't tell Daddy?" My daughter lowered her head slightly and didn't speak, only fidgeting with her hands together.

She leaned against me. I could only say to myself, "Is it because you're going through puberty and are curious about sex? You want to know what's going on between boys and girls?" My daughter nodded. I asked again, "So, are there any boys at school who are pursuing you?" My daughter looked up at me and said, "Yes, I just feel that they don't understand anything, and I really dislike them."

I asked, "Them? Are there a few boys pursuing you?" My daughter nodded and said, "How could someone as outstanding as you not have many suitors?" I immediately said, "You're not allowed to date! You're still young; studying is more important." My daughter looked at me and said, "I know, it's just..."

She paused there. I looked at my daughter, waiting for her to continue, but she stopped talking and leaned her head against my chest again. I asked again, "Why did you stop talking?" After my continued questioning, my daughter turned around and pushed me onto her bed. She lay on top of me and whispered in my ear, "I told you, Daddy, you can't laugh at me!" Of course, I agreed, "You're my good daughter. From childhood to adulthood, what haven't I promised you? Tell me."

My daughter hesitated, speaking haltingly, "I also want to try the feeling between a man and a woman, but I hate my classmates. I have absolutely no interest in them, but I really want to try." She continued, "In my dream, it was Daddy who appeared. So I know I like Daddy. That's why that day..." She was

referring to what happened at the beach that day. I hugged my daughter, feeling her pure, innocent scent. Stroking her back, I asked, "So, my sweet daughter, what do you want Daddy to do?" My daughter shyly murmured in my ear, "Just like that day."

I knew my daughter was entering puberty. If I did what I did that day, I felt guilty towards her. But the thought of such a beautiful girl being touched by another man filled me with reluctance and resentment. Hesitant, my hands didn't stop, gently stroking her back, even touching her bottom.

She was letting out soft moans, infrequent but still very alluring. I hardened my heart, thinking that as long as I didn't cross the line, it wasn't a big deal. And since my daughter had this need, I'd be the bad guy. I knew better than those boys, didn't I? What if another boy took her body? That would be even worse for her. So I turned over and pushed my daughter under me, and my daughter obeyed me obediently. I leaned down and started kissing my daughter. While we were kissing, my hands reached into my daughter's pajamas to caress those young and plump breasts.

My fingers gently twisted my daughter's nipples. As I twisted them, my daughter's nipples became hard. While kissing, I unbuttoned my daughter's pajamas one by one. I also started to lick my daughter's breasts, gently licking my tongue around her nipples, and my daughter's moans became louder.

Moreover, my legs began to twist, and occasionally they would push against my dick, which made my dick hard. Each time my daughter touched my nipple, she hesitated for a moment. When I took her nipple in my mouth, she suddenly let out a soft moan… her

whole body trembled. I knew this was the first time she had been caressed like this and had her nipple suckled. I gently caressed her, not rushing into anything.

I just wanted her to enjoy the feeling. Her little hand was already trying to touch my penis; even through her clothes, I could clearly feel it. I also slipped my hand inside her panties, gently stroking her soft pubic hair, massaging it in circles. My daughter's whole body trembled…

I softly asked her, "Does it feel good?" She moaned in a trembling voice, saying it felt very good, a strange feeling. I told her this was foreplay between a man and a woman before sex. We had to take it slow. We couldn't rush it. My daughter said, "It feels like something's coming out down there." I told her that it was her vaginal lubrication, which was needed before sex. Only with enough lubrication would the man's penis not hurt when it entered her vagina. It served a lubricating purpose. As I spoke, I placed my hand on my daughter's vulva, feeling the slippery vaginal fluid.

My fingers gently stroked her clitoris, and my daughter trembled even more. While stroking it, I told her, "This is your clitoris. Touching and playing with your clitoris makes you tremble like this. Doesn't it feel good?" My daughter responded with "Mmm." My fingers gently touched my daughter's labia. They weren't very large, but they had become quite thick.

I knew this was due to the increased blood flow from the stimulation. Watching her moan softly, my penis pressed against her hip. Each time she moved her arm, it would lightly brush against my penis. I knew she wanted to touch it, but was perhaps afraid or shy. I was still conflicted, unsure whether to actually take her or just let her enjoy the caresses.

My fingers rubbed her clitoris, causing her to moan even more intensely. The continued stimulation brought her to orgasm again and again. Feeling I'd had enough, I withdrew my hand. I bent down and licked her nipple for a while, of course not daring to use too much force, afraid that my daughter wouldn't be able to handle it since it was her first time and I might hurt her.

I then kissed my daughter, just to calm her down from her orgasm. Because I still had my senses, I couldn't do anything like that. I stopped kissing her and just told her that it was okay, it was too late, and she should go to sleep.

She had to go to school tomorrow morning. My daughter hugged my neck and kissed my lips, saying sweetly, "Tonight I want to sleep with Daddy, Daddy, can you hold me while I sleep?" Of course, I couldn't agree, because I was going to masturbate later. I was in pain too, but I was too embarrassed to tell my daughter this. I had to cruelly tell her that if she didn't agree, I wouldn't help her anymore. My daughter had no choice but to give up.

I told my daughter to get some tissues to wipe her genitals later, otherwise the discharge would be uncomfortable, and she obediently agreed. Then I left her room and

quickly went into my own. My daughter got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself. After she returned to her room, I went to the bathroom, thinking about her body, her pubic hair, and my penis remained hard. I quickly masturbated. After finishing, I finally felt at ease enough to go to sleep.

Of course, I didn't need to tell my daughter not to tell her mother. Because she's not a child anymore, she knows what she should and shouldn't say.

This is a little secret between my daughter and me. Life passed by peacefully like this. More than half a month later, while my wife was working a night shift, my daughter and I caressed each other again, just like before. It ended with my daughter's satisfied moans. Of course, I always controlled myself from crossing the final line.

As long as I didn't actually have sex with my daughter, it wasn't a big deal, which was the reason I kept comforting myself. My daughter and I had a better understanding of each other. Even when my wife was home, my daughter would occasionally find an opportunity to kiss me. Although I told her not to do it, I couldn't resist my daughter's affectionate behavior. I always had to let her have her way.

During the third time we caressed each other, my daughter was less nervous. She would occasionally touch my penis through my underwear, which was because I didn't stop her. As I was finishing up, my daughter hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, I want to touch you down there..."

I wanted to refuse, but she wouldn't let go of my neck. Finally, I gave in. She slipped her hand inside my underwear and carefully touched my penis. She noticed I had a lot of hair, which probably made her little hand itchy, and whispered, "Daddy, you have a lot of hair down there."

I was embarrassed and didn't know how to tell her. I didn't say anything. Finally, she got up and pulled my underwear down a little, carefully examining my penis under the lamplight. At that moment, I really felt embarrassed; after all, she was my daughter, and not very old. I reached out to stop my daughter's little hand, but she stubbornly moved it away and began to gently stroke it. As she clumsily stroked, she whispered, "Daddy, it's so big here." I was embarrassed and didn't say anything. My daughter continued talking to herself while carefully examining my penis.

She even turned my testicles over for a closer look. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I quickly got up and said it was enough, time to sleep. I hurried back to my room. After my daughter finished cleaning herself, I went into the bathroom and masturbated to relieve some of my frustration.

Even with these occasional caresses and teasing, I control myself from having sex with my daughter. I know she wouldn't object if I wanted to. Sometimes when we're alone, she asks me what sex would be like. I always warn her against it, because she's still learning, and I don't want this to affect her future. Because of these frequent encounters, she's become

more open with me, saying whatever comes to mind. And this constant teasing has led us to cross some boundaries. Once, during caresses, I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and licked around her vagina, letting her experience another kind of pleasure. I also let her lick my penis. In the first few times we did oral sex, her teeth hurt me a lot.

And with each increasing number of licking sessions, my daughter learned how to suck my penis, and I ejaculated in her mouth for the first time. She didn't seem disgusted; she ate it all.

Of course, I also swallowed all the vaginal fluid that flowed from her vagina each time. Because she was a virgin, her vaginal fluid didn't taste like my wife's; on the contrary, it had no odor, only a slightly salty taste. It took more than three months from initial foreplay to oral sex.

Winter had arrived, and during one of our foreplay sessions, my daughter asked me to rub my penis against the outside of her vulva and ejaculate at the entrance of her vagina. I knew everything was fine; she wouldn't get pregnant because I hadn't broken her hymen. After repeated caresses, finally, on the eve of my daughter's day off, and

with my wife working a night shift and not home, I lost control during our caresses. I had a premonition that if I continued like this, I would eventually take advantage of her. That night, during our caresses and teasing, we licked each other. Finally, when my daughter allowed me to rub against her vagina, she deliberately thrust her body forward, and my penis slid in. She convulsed in pain but didn't pull away. She was too afraid to move because of the pain.

I knew I had broken her hymen, and I knew she had deliberately let me penetrate her. I couldn't blame her, and at that moment, I had no intention of blaming anyone else. Since I already felt it was over, I decided to have sex with my daughter that night. She cooperated so well that I felt incredibly good.

After her vaginal pain from the ruptured hymen subsided, we had sex almost constantly. Her breasts also grew larger from my constant caresses and massages. She would even come to my workplace to see me during her breaks. I have my own office there, a

quiet, secluded place, mostly a warehouse. This is why she would occasionally come to see me and have sex with me in my office. I don't know what to do about my daughter's dependence on me. When we're alone, I tell her not to do it too much and not to delay finding a boyfriend in the future, otherwise people will become suspicious. Although we had sex frequently, I never got my daughter pregnant.

We only severed ties after she got into a good university. Four years into her university studies, she didn't immediately return home; instead, she found a job in the city where she was studying. She would occasionally come back and always find an opportunity to have sex with me.

I knew the consequences of this were wrong, but I always failed in the face of her pleading eyes. I don't regret having sex with my daughter. It's already happened; talking about regret is just being sentimental. It's done, and she's my daughter. I don't want her to be hurt by others, so let me be the one to hurt her.

(The End)

A brief introduction to my family. My family consists of three people: I work in the warehousing system of a large company, and my wife is a hospital nurse. Our daughter is eighteen and in high school. I'm almost fifty, and our family life is relatively stable and happy. Our financial situation is quite good. My wife's job requires her to work night shifts frequently, which has been the case since we got married. My job is more relaxed; I manage several warehouses.

I have a few people under me, and I'm not often busy. On the contrary, I'm often relaxed. We've been married for many years now, and I've progressed from a warehouse manager to managing several large warehouses. It's pretty much the end of the road;

there's no possibility of further promotion. My salary is good, enough to cover our family expenses. My wife, as a nurse, also earns a good amount of money. I'd say our married life has been quite comfortable and carefree. We often take our saved-up vacation days on family trips, spending five or seven days relaxing and broadening our horizons. We're

fairly well-off. Life just passes by peacefully, though of course, like any other family, there are occasional ups and downs, and arguments are natural… Because of my wife's job, I spend more time with our daughter. Naturally, she's closer to me than her mother, a bond built up from childhood. My daughter has inherited the best features of both my wife and me. Although she's eighteen, she's already about 170cm tall. She has

big eyes and fair skin. Her lips are especially sexy; when she smiles slightly, her white teeth accentuate her red lips, making her even more beautiful. My daughter is very attached to me because I spend more time with her. The city I live in is near the sea, which means we sometimes go swimming in the summer.

The three of us are quite good swimmers. I taught my daughter to swim. In a father's eyes, his daughter is the best. So, from a young age, I've almost always granted her reasonable and unreasonable requests. That's probably why she's so attached to me. When my wife works the night shift, I take care of everything for my daughter, like bathing and changing her clothes when she was little…

Even when she was a teenager, I sometimes still brought her underwear to the bathroom. My daughter doesn't hide anything from me; she has no reservations about me at all. Even now that she's eighteen, she only pretends to be more careful when her mother is home. When her mother worked the night shift, she became very uninhibited…

wearing pajamas with the buttons undone, half of her breast exposed. Although not very large, her innocent aura and fullness were equally alluring. Even as her father, I felt a kind of sexual stimulation seeing her. Occasionally, when her mother wasn't home, during rainy or thundery weather, my daughter would run to my bed and cuddle with me to sleep. Sometimes she would just run over wearing only her underwear and slip into my blankets. Life went on like this.

My daughter's studies were very demanding, and she didn't have much free time. It was rare for her to have a holiday, so I tried my best to make every time she had a good time. My life revolves around eating, playing, and buying my daughter things she likes. I try to satisfy her every need. In my free time, I often browse pornographic websites. I'm dabbling in all kinds of pornography. Because I manage a warehouse at work, and most of the warehouse staff are women, I naturally flirt with the pretty ones. I've slept with several warehouse staff. With transfers and job changes, I now have almost no pretty warehouse staff under me.

Those I've had sex with only occasionally have affairs. Because I'm physically strong, my sexual needs are quite high. My wife's work means we can't have sex often, so sometimes I have to masturbate to relieve my physical needs. And sometimes when I masturbate, I don't pay much attention. My daughter saw it, but of course I didn't know. She told me about it later. Her innocence sometimes gives me sexual fantasies, but while the word "incest" is stimulating, I still don't dare cross that line.

One summer, during one of my daughter's days off, she suggested I take her swimming at the beach. As her father, I naturally agreed. One afternoon, when the sun wasn't too strong, I drove her to the beach. Even though it was almost evening, there were still many people swimming. After parking, I said I needed to change into my swimsuit, and my daughter sat down beside me and said, "Why bother finding a changing room? Let's change in the car; there's no one around."

I didn't want to agree; after all, she's my daughter, and I felt a little awkward changing clothes face-to-face. When my daughter saw that I didn't want to agree, she muttered something under her breath. I said it was under her breath because the car was very quiet, but I could hear her clearly.

My daughter muttered to herself, "I'm your daughter, you've seen everything, what are you being so coy about?" I heard her but didn't say anything, so I turned to her and said, "Go change. I'll keep an eye on people for you." My daughter replied, "Dad, our car windows aren't transparent, who are you going to see? Hurry up and change, we can go swimming." I had no choice but to take off my vest and unbuckle my belt. My daughter had already taken off her top, leaving her in only a bra; it's summer, so taking off clothes is quick.

While I was taking off my pants, my daughter had already taken off her skirt, revealing a small pair of panties. It's impossible for me not to have thoughts; she's my daughter, but she's still a woman. My penis was already uncontrollably erect, and I awkwardly covered my crotch.

My daughter had already turned around to get the bag for her swimsuit from the back seat, and I could clearly see her eyes glancing at my crotch. I had to slow down and take off my pants. My daughter had already taken the swimsuit, placed it on her lap, and turned her back to me, saying, "Daddy, help me untie my bra strap." I had to go over and untie it for her. My daughter kept her hand on her bra as she turned around.

She casually tossed the bra onto the back seat, and her breasts, neither too big nor too small, bounced in front of me. I had to turn around to face the car window, but the reflection in the window was even clearer. The small, rosy nipples were already slightly erect, and my daughter's eyes were still secretly glancing at me. Then my daughter started taking off her underwear, tossing it onto the back seat beside my head.

I couldn't help but glance at her genitals in the car window reflection; I couldn't see anything clearly, just some dark patches. Then she started putting on her swimsuit, saying, "Daddy, why aren't you changing into your swim trunks?" I had to turn around, take off my pants, and then start taking off my underwear; my penis was already semi-erect.

I quickly grabbed my swim trunks and changed, noticing my daughter's eyes fixed on my penis. After changing, I couldn't go swimming because my penis was still semi-erect. I could only tell my daughter, "You go swimming first, I'll go in a bit." My daughter glanced at my crotch again, then smiled and said, "Daddy, I'll wait for you in the water," before getting out of the car.

After she got out, I calmed myself down a bit; my erection had subsided. I tidied up the car, took out a large bag, and packed clothes, towels, and other necessities inside. I carried the bag, locked the car, and tossed the keys into it. Carrying the bag in one hand, I went to the beach. I found a spot—not many people around, and a little distance away—and put the bag down. I watched my daughter swimming in the sea, as joyful as a little dolphin.

I also went into the water and swam towards her. Although it wasn't very deep, I was still worried about her. I swam alongside her, protecting her. My daughter would swim alongside me for a while, then swim far away again. I had to stay close to her, afraid to stray too far.

I kept telling her not to go too far. Gradually, we drifted further and further from the shore, until we could no longer see the faces of the people on the bank. Then my daughter dove underwater, and I swam anxiously to her. I felt a pair of hands grab my legs; I knew it was my daughter teasing me, so I relaxed. I slowly treaded the water, and then my daughter surfaced, giggling.

I stayed close to her because we were already quite far from the shore, and the water was deep. Even though she was a good swimmer, I couldn't stray too far from the shore. My daughter dived back into the water, and this time I felt her hand wrap around my buttocks. Then I felt something lightly bump my penis.

I knew it was intentional. I didn't say anything. When she surfaced, I noticed she was smiling, but her face was flushed. I didn't know what she had used to bump my penis, or if it was intentional or accidental. I looked at her with some confusion.

Although she didn't say anything, she sensed it. Her face still red, she said, "Daddy, I'm tired, I can't swim anymore." I could only swim to her side, my face a mixture of doting and annoyance. She glanced at me, then hugged my arm.

I could only paddle with one hand, feeling my daughter's full breasts pressed tightly against my arm. I said, "Why did you swim so far? It would have been dangerous if I hadn't followed." My daughter looked at me with feigned pity and said, "Daddy, you're following, aren't you? I wouldn't have swum this far by myself." I had no choice but to paddle while leading my daughter. Actually, since we both know how to swim, this didn't feel tiring or dangerous.

After a few strokes, I noticed my daughter was even closer to me. Almost every time she moved her head, she kissed my cheek. I turned to look at her, and she was looking at me too. Then, a little shyly, she suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek, saying, "Daddy, you're so handsome." I was helpless; what could I say when my daughter was being affectionate? I just tried not to look at her. I continued swimming, my legs occasionally brushing against her body in the water. She was also swimming, one arm around mine,

her breasts constantly rubbing against mine. It made my mind race, and as my thoughts wandered, my penis slowly hardened. She seemed to be deliberately rubbing against me, her lower abdomen repeatedly brushing against my thighs. When we reached shallow water, I couldn't go any further. I stood there and said to her, "Let's swim here." She looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why aren't we going ashore?"

I awkwardly replied, "We'll go up later. I'll watch you swim." My daughter looked at me with a puzzled expression for a moment, then swam off again. Time passed quickly, and the sky, already darkening, gradually dispersed those who had probably been playing for a long time.

I looked at the shore and saw that there were hardly any people left. I called to my daughter, "That's enough, let's go home. Your mother has already prepared dinner and is waiting for us." But my daughter swam to my side, hugged me, and said she wanted to play a little longer, so I agreed. In the water, she wrapped her legs around my waist, hugged my neck, kissed me on the cheek, and looked at me with a grin, saying, "Daddy, I just want to come out and play with you."

As she spoke, her bottom swayed up and down on my waist, and with each sway, my penis instantly became hard. I pressed my foot against my daughter's buttocks, and she stopped swaying abruptly, glancing furtively at my back.

Then, she slowly began to sway up and down again, as if testing something. The first sway was a bit too forceful, and she landed directly on my penis. She jumped up in a panic, then frantically tried to sit back down, this time slowly touching my penis. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. With each up-and-down movement, her buttocks bounced on my penis, making me very uncomfortable. My daughter rested her head on my shoulder; I couldn't see her face, but her back was already flushed.

I had no choice but to hold my daughter's waist with both hands in the water, trying to control her swaying. But it seemed like she was competing with me, rubbing my penis even harder. This was no longer just swaying, and I couldn't say anything to her. She must have mustered a lot of courage to do this.

Even though we were in the sea, I could feel the heat emanating from her body. We stood there in the warm water, the heat further stimulating our bodies. My hands unconsciously reached out to caress her breasts. She leaned on my shoulder, and I could hear her soft moans. Her body seemed to have no strength left, clinging to me.

My daughter's vagina has stopped where my dick is, and my hard dick is just outside of my daughter's vagina. With only one or two layers of fabric, I could feel the heat somewhere. At this time, I felt a little lost. I pushed my daughter away slightly and we faced each other. The daughter's eyes were blurred and slightly opened.

I kissed my daughter on the lips, and she immediately clumsily responded to my kiss. I no longer care about the people who occasionally pass by on the shore. Since I couldn't see clearly, I didn't have any worries. Kissing my daughter. I also put my hands into my daughter's swimsuit to caress her delicate breasts. The small nipples became hard and erect when I twisted them with my fingertips.

Since we were in the sea, I felt we'd had enough, so I whispered in my daughter's ear, "Let's go ashore and go back?" She immediately nodded obediently. We walked hand-in-hand towards the shore in the water. There were hardly any people left on the bank. I found a large bag and took out the car keys. I told my daughter to go change in the car. My

daughter followed behind me, while my penis was still quite erect. I had to use the bag to shield myself as we reached the car. We opened the car door, but didn't get in immediately because it was hot in the sun. I started the car, turned on the air conditioning, and let out the heat. After a short while, we got into the car. My daughter used a towel to dry the water droplets off her swimsuit.

I took off my swim trunks in the car, my penis still slightly erect. This time, my daughter wasn't as casual as she was when she started changing; instead, she shyly avoided my gaze. I didn't say anything. After a while, when she still hadn't changed, I finally said, "Sweetie, aren't you going to change?" Only

then did she hesitantly begin to take off her swimsuit. I looked at her full breasts, her nipples still erect, and I knew what was going on. I then looked down at her genitals; there wasn't much pubic hair. Although my daughter is very clingy, I hadn't seen her genitals since she was seventeen.

My daughter quickly changed her clothes. I drove home quickly because there were three missed calls on the phone I left in the car; my wife was calling to ask us to have dinner. On the way, I didn't tell my daughter what to do, because I knew she knew what to do. It was just a little awkward; my daughter looked out the window, avoiding my gaze. I drove, turning on some music, which eased the slightly uncomfortable atmosphere in the car. We arrived home quickly. My wife nagged a few times, then quickly showered and ate dinner.

After dinner, my daughter obediently went to her room to study, and my wife and I sat on the sofa watching TV. That night, after we went to sleep, I made love to my wife quite vigorously. She was somewhat surprised and said, "Wow, that was intense!" I didn't say anything, just used various positions to manipulate my wife, and she enjoyed it immensely. In the end, I was exhausted, but I slept very well that night. The next day, my wife was home during the day, and our daughter went to school. My wife worked the night shift. Around 10 pm, I picked up my daughter from school and made her some food. After eating, she seemed a little flustered and hurriedly went back to her room. I tidied everything up. I sat on the sofa watching TV; it was almost midnight.

I went to my daughter's room, knocked, and she answered. I pushed the door open and found her in her pajamas, packing her school supplies. I helped her tidy up, and after quickly finishing, I turned to leave. But suddenly, my daughter hugged my waist from behind, pressing her face against my back. I felt my daughter's face was warm. I didn't move, just stood there letting her hug me.

After a while, seeing that she wouldn't let go, I turned around, looked at her face, and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?" She didn't dare look up at me, but just came back and nestled in my arms. I was also confused, not knowing what to do. I whispered to her, "I'll go turn off the lights." After I said that, she obediently stopped clinging to me.

I went out and turned off all the lights, then returned to her room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and had also turned off the room lights, leaving only the desk lamp on. I went over and sat down next to my daughter. I put my arm around her shoulder and whispered, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Is there something you can't tell Daddy?" My daughter lowered her head and didn't speak, only fidgeting with her hands together.

She leaned against me. I could only say to myself, "Is it because you're going through puberty? Are you curious about sex? And also want to know what's going on between boys and girls?" My daughter nodded. I asked again, "So, are there any boys pursuing you at school?" My daughter looked up at me and said, "Yes, but I feel like they don't understand anything, and I really dislike them."

I asked, "Them? Are there a few boys pursuing you?" My daughter nodded and said, "How could someone as outstanding as you not have many suitors?" I immediately said, "No dating! You're still young, studying is more important." My daughter looked at me and said, "I know, it's just..."

She paused there. I looked at her, waiting for her to continue, but she stopped talking and leaned her head against my chest again. I asked again, "Why did you stop?" After my continued questioning, she turned around and pushed me onto her bed. She lay on top of me and whispered in my ear, "I said, Daddy, don't laugh at me!" Of course I agreed, "You're my good daughter. From childhood to adulthood, what haven't I promised you? Tell me."

My daughter then hesitated and said incoherently, "I also want to try the feeling between a boy and a girl, but I hate my classmates." I had absolutely no interest in them, but I really wanted to try. My daughter said that in her dream, it was actually her father who appeared. So I know I like my father. That's why I... I

was referring to what happened at the beach that day. I hugged my daughter, feeling her pure scent. I stroked her back and asked, "So, what does my sweet daughter want Daddy to do?" My daughter shyly hummed in my ear, "Just like that day."

I knew my daughter was going through puberty. If I did what I did that day, I would feel guilty towards her, but the thought of such a beautiful daughter being touched by another man filled me with reluctance and unwillingness. Hesitantly, my hands didn't stop, gently stroking my daughter's back, even touching her bottom.

She was letting out soft moans, infrequent but still incredibly alluring. I steeled myself, thinking that as long as I didn't cross the line, it wasn't a big deal. And since my daughter had this need, I'd be the bad guy. I'd know more than those boys, wouldn't I? What if another boy took her body? That would be even worse for her. So I turned over and pushed my daughter under me, and my daughter obeyed me obediently. I leaned down and started kissing my daughter. While we were kissing, my hands reached into my daughter's pajamas to caress those young and plump breasts.

My fingers gently twisted my daughter's nipples. As I twisted them, my daughter's nipples became hard. While kissing, I unbuttoned my daughter's pajamas one by one. I also started to lick my daughter's breasts, gently licking my tongue around her nipples, and my daughter's moans became louder.

Moreover, my legs began to twist, and occasionally they would push against my dick, which made my dick hard. Each time my daughter touched my nipple, she hesitated for a moment. When I took her nipple in my mouth, she suddenly let out a soft moan… her

whole body trembled. I knew this was the first time she had been caressed like this and had her nipple suckled. I gently caressed her, not rushing into anything.

I just wanted her to enjoy the feeling. Her little hand was already trying to touch my penis; even through her clothes, I could clearly feel it. I also slipped my hand inside her panties, gently stroking her soft pubic hair, massaging it in circles. My daughter's whole body trembled…

I softly asked her, "Does it feel good?" She moaned in a trembling voice, saying it felt very good, a strange feeling. I told her this was foreplay between a man and a woman before sex. We had to take it slow. We couldn't rush it. My daughter said, "It feels like something's coming out down there." I told her that it was her vaginal lubrication, which was needed before sex. Only with enough lubrication would the man's penis not hurt when it entered her vagina. It served a lubricating purpose. As I spoke, I placed my hand on my daughter's vulva, feeling the slippery vaginal fluid.

My fingers gently stroked her clitoris, and my daughter trembled even more. While stroking it, I told her, "This is your clitoris. Touching and playing with your clitoris makes you tremble like this. Doesn't it feel good?" My daughter responded with "Mmm." I gently touched my daughter's labia with my fingers. I felt that her labia weren't very big, but they had become quite thick.

I knew this was due to the congestion caused by the teasing. Watching my daughter's comfortable moans, my penis pressed against her hip. Each time she moved her arm, it would lightly brush against my penis. I knew she wanted to touch it, but perhaps she was afraid or shy, which was why she touched it like that. I was still struggling internally, unsure whether to really take her or just let her enjoy the caresses.

My fingers rubbed her clitoris, making her moan even more unbearably. The continued stimulation brought her to orgasm again and again. Feeling it was about time, I withdrew my hand. I leaned down and licked her nipple for a while, of course not daring to use too much force, afraid that my daughter, being a first-timer, wouldn't be able to handle it and might hurt her.

I kissed my daughter again, just to calm her down from her orgasm. Because I still had my senses, I couldn't bring myself to do anything else. I stopped kissing her, just told her that it was okay, it was too late, and it was time to sleep. She had

school the next morning. My daughter hugged my neck and kissed my lips, saying sweetly, "Tonight I want to sleep with Daddy, will you hold me while I sleep?" Of course, I couldn't agree, because I was going to masturbate later. I was in pain too, but I was too embarrassed to tell my daughter. I had to cruelly tell her that if she didn't agree, I wouldn't help her anymore. My daughter had no choice but to give up.

I told my daughter to get some tissues to wipe her genitals later, otherwise the discharge would be uncomfortable, and she obediently agreed. Then I left her room and

quickly went into my own. My daughter got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself. After she returned to her room, I went to the bathroom, thinking about her body, her pubic hair, and my penis remained hard. I quickly masturbated. After finishing, I finally felt at ease enough to go to sleep.

Of course, I didn't need to tell my daughter not to tell her mother. Because she's not a child anymore, she knows what she should and shouldn't say.

This is a little secret between my daughter and me. Life passed by peacefully like this. More than half a month later, while my wife was working a night shift, my daughter and I caressed each other again, just like before. It ended with my daughter's satisfied moans. Of course, I always controlled myself from crossing the final line.

As long as I didn't actually have sex with my daughter, it wasn't a big deal, which was the reason I kept comforting myself. My daughter and I had a better understanding of each other. Even when my wife was home, my daughter would occasionally find an opportunity to kiss me. Although I told her not to do it, I couldn't resist my daughter's affectionate behavior. I always had to let her have her way.

During the third time we caressed each other, my daughter was less nervous. She would occasionally touch my penis through my underwear, which was because I didn't stop her. As I was finishing up, my daughter hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, I want to touch you down there..."

I wanted to refuse, but she wouldn't let go of my neck. Finally, I gave in. She slipped her hand inside my underwear and carefully touched my penis. She noticed I had a lot of hair, which probably made her little hand itchy, and whispered, "Daddy, you have a lot of hair down there."

I was embarrassed and didn't know how to tell her. I didn't say anything. Finally, she got up and pulled my underwear down a little, carefully examining my penis under the lamplight. At that moment, I really felt embarrassed; after all, she was my daughter, and not very old. I reached out to stop my daughter's little hand, but she stubbornly moved it away and began to gently stroke it. As she clumsily stroked, she whispered, "Daddy, it's so big here." I was embarrassed and didn't say anything. My daughter continued talking while carefully examining my penis.

She even turned my testicles over for a closer look. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and quickly got up, saying it was enough and it was time to sleep. I hurried back to my room. After my daughter cleaned herself up, I went into the bathroom and masturbated to release some of my pent-up desire.

Even with this occasional caressing and teasing, I controlled myself from having sex with my daughter. I knew that if I wanted to, she wouldn't object. Because sometimes, when we're alone, she asks me what it's like to actually have sex. I warned my daughter not to do this because she's still studying, and I didn't want it to affect her future. Because it happened so often, she started saying whatever she wanted to me.

And this frequent behavior led us to cross more and more lines. During one act of lovemaking, I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and licked around her vagina, letting her experience another kind of sexual pleasure. I also let her lick my penis. In the first few times we did oral sex, her teeth hurt me a lot.

But with each licking session, she learned how to suck my penis, and I ejaculated in her mouth for the first time. She didn't seem disgusted; she swallowed it all.

Of course, I also consumed all the vaginal fluid that flowed from my daughter's vagina each time. Because she was a virgin, her vaginal fluid didn't have the same smell as my wife's; on the contrary, it had no odor at all, only a slightly salty taste. It took more than three months from the initial foreplay to oral sex. It

was already winter, and during one of our foreplay sessions, my daughter asked me to rub my penis against the outside of her vulva and ejaculate at the entrance of her vagina. I knew there was nothing wrong; she wouldn't get pregnant because I hadn't broken her hymen. After repeated foreplay, finally, on the eve of the Lunar New Year, when my daughter had her day off and my wife was working a night shift and not home...

During my caresses with my daughter, I lost control. Actually, I had a premonition that if I continued like this, I would eventually "devour" her. That night, we caressed and teased each other, licking each other. Finally, when my daughter let me rub against her vagina, she deliberately thrust her body, and my penis slid in. She convulsed in pain but didn't pull away. She was too afraid to move because of the pain.

I knew I had broken her hymen, and I knew she had deliberately let me penetrate her. I couldn't blame her, and at that moment, I didn't want to blame anyone. I thought, "It's already done, so let's do it." That night, I had sex with my daughter, and she cooperated, making me feel incredibly good.

After her vagina healed and the pain from her ruptured hymen subsided... My daughter would have sex with me almost constantly, whenever she had a spare moment. Her breasts also grew larger from my constant caresses and massages. She would even come to my workplace during her breaks. I have my own office

there, a quiet, secluded place, mostly a warehouse, so few people come and go. This is why my daughter would come to me, occasionally having sex with me in my office. I don't know what to do about my daughter's dependence on me. When we're alone, I tell her not to do it too much, and not to delay finding a boyfriend in the future, otherwise people will become suspicious. Although we had sex frequently, I never got her pregnant.

I only ended our relationship after she got into a good university. Four years into university, my daughter didn't immediately return home. She found a job in the city where she studied. She would occasionally come back, and always find an opportunity to have sex with me.

I knew the consequences of doing this were wrong, but I always failed in the face of her pleading eyes. I don't regret having sex with my daughter. It's already happened; talking about regret now is just being sentimental. It's done, and that's it. She's my daughter. I don't want her to be hurt by others, so let me be the one to hurt her.

(The End)

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