[Modern Emotions] A chaotic springtime scene unfolds in someone else's home.

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Chapter 1

A strange incident occurred in Ruili, Yunnan: a family of three was found naked and murdered in their bed. Neighbors confirmed that the murdered man, Feng Moujia, had been living there for a year, working at a timber factory. He was often seen going out to buy groceries with an elderly woman. Soon, people discovered that Feng Moujia also had a very young woman with him. The motive for the naked murders was unknown. After neighbors reported it to the police, local police intervened, and the truth gradually came to light.

Several years ago, Feng Moujia, from Guigang, Guangxi, came to Heshan City, Guangdong Province to work, bringing his daughter, Feng Yuanyuan, with him.

The court found that one day in August 2008, Feng Moujia took his daughter back to their hometown to register for school. On the way, they stayed overnight in a small hotel in Rong County, Guangxi. Because the hotel was too small, the two shared a room. That night, Feng Moujia drank some alcohol and forced his daughter to drink with him. The young daughter couldn't resist her father's insistence, drank half a glass, and then went to bed in a daze. Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Moujia, seeing his sleeping daughter, was overcome with lust. He climbed onto the bed and embraced her. His daughter, who had been forced to drink half a glass of wine, was dizzy and her eyes were still sleepy. He forced her down, and Feng Moujia raped her. The next day, the raped daughter didn't dare say anything, only hiding from her father. Knowing she wouldn't tell anyone, Feng Moujia's initial regret was rekindled. He bought her some drinks and snacks at the entrance of a small hotel, urging her to eat. Unable to resist her father's persuasion, she reluctantly ate. That same day, the two stayed in Guigang City, Guangxi. Under the pretense of applying contraceptive ointment, Feng Moujia removed her pants. Just as he finished applying the ointment and she tried to pull her pants back up, he embraced her. Looking into her terrified eyes, he showed no remorse. Rough, large hands blatantly reached between his daughter's tender legs. The daughter dared not cry out. In the bustling, shabby hotel room, Feng Moujia raped her again. That night, Feng Moujia raped his daughter twice.

Three months later, Feng Moujia went to his daughter's school, ostensibly to visit her, and took her to a small hotel in Yulin City, Guangxi. They ate together, and then he took her to a room and raped her. His daughter tearfully tried to stop him, but he forcibly removed her pants. This time, Feng Moujia wantonly humiliated his daughter. He first held her in his arms and molested her, touching and groping her, forcing her to change positions several times. After admiring her body, he finally forced her onto the bed and raped her. Feng Moujia felt it was inconvenient for his daughter to attend school, so he coaxed her back to his temporary rented room in Heshan City. In the rented room, Feng Moujia openly slept with his daughter. Forced to drop out of school, the daughter lived in Heshan City. During this time, when only she and Feng were home, Feng repeatedly raped her and forced her to perform oral sex on him.

Last May, Feng moved to Jiujiang Town in Nanhai District to work and rented a small room. The cramped room contained only a bed. To avoid him, the daughter laid a mat on the floor, but Feng forcibly threw it aside, forcing her to cook for him during the day. When Feng returned home exhausted at night, after being fed and cared for by his daughter, he would look at her increasingly full figure and pull her close. Having become accustomed to her father's lewdness, the daughter offered only slight resistance before allowing him to take her to bed and rape and abuse her. Thus, a young girl who should have been in the prime of her life was prematurely forced into womanhood under her father's manipulation. Six months later, her daughter became pregnant. To achieve his lewd goals and prevent her from miscarrying, Feng Moujia became even more brazen in his abuse of her. If initially, Feng Moujia's sexual assault was to satisfy his lust, now he was blatantly turning her into his woman.

Feng Yuanyuan, fearing discovery, could only wear loose clothing and hide at home. This emboldened Feng Moujia even more; he often sneaked home during his lunch break to abuse his five-month-pregnant daughter. Fearing an accidental miscarriage, Feng Moujia forced her to assume positions such as superior or prone for his pleasure.

One day, Feng Yuanyuan heard from a neighbor about a girl who committed suicide while pregnant with her father's child. Terrified, she returned home. That day, dejected, she allowed Feng Moujia to manipulate her in bed. Seeing his daughter's lifeless state, Feng Moujia kicked her in anger. Feng Yuanyuan didn't react, which enraged him. He wandered around the kitchen and suddenly saw the cucumbers his daughter had just bought. A lewd thought flashed through his mind, and he picked one up. Looking at the heavily pregnant Feng Yuanyuan, Feng Moujia couldn't control his impulse and inserted the cucumber into his daughter's vagina. Feng Yuanyuan couldn't bear her father's torment and moaned, begging him, but he spread her legs and penetrated her deeply. Feng Yuanyuan cried in pain and had no choice but to beg her father to take her. Only then did Feng Moujia, satisfied, hold his daughter's body and penetrate her from behind.

Knowing her father wouldn't let her go, Feng Yuanyuan, after much deliberation, secretly went to a private hospital for an abortion. When Feng Moujia found out, he beat her severely and, before she could recover, began to abuse her in various ways. Enraged, Feng Yuanyuan went to her grandmother's house. Feng Moujia, disregarding the fact that she was away, rushed back to Guigang. Her mother, thinking her son was visiting, happily prepared food and drinks for him. After the meal, Feng Moujia, claiming the house was too crowded, asked to share a room with his daughter. The kind-hearted mother didn't object. That night, Feng Moujia, in his own home, openly and legitimately cuddled his daughter in bed. That night, Feng Yuanyuan wept bitterly. Her mother next door could never have imagined that her son was raping her young granddaughter.

Perhaps it was the release of his desires, or perhaps it was the feeling of greater safety at home, but the next day, for the first time ever, Feng Moujia didn't suggest leaving immediately. This made his elderly mother exceptionally happy. She and her granddaughter, Feng Yuanyuan, went to the market in the neighboring village to buy fish and meat to treat her beloved son and granddaughter. When they met familiar villagers, Feng's mother would always talk with great relish about her son's filial piety and her granddaughter's obedience. But it was on this very night that she encountered the most humiliating disgrace of her life, a disgrace she would never be able to face her ancestors even in her coffin.

When Feng Yuanyuan returned from the market, her former classmates came to visit her. For the first time, a bright smile appeared on her face. Looking at the innocent and carefree faces of her former friends, little Yuanyuan suddenly felt a sense of loss. She didn't tell them the truth about dropping out of school, nor did she dare to tell them about her ordeal. She bit her lip, forcing out a few smiles to deal with her classmates' curiosity and envy. Feng Moujia sat there watching all of this, and every time his eyes met his daughter's, a lewd desire would surface in his eyes.

Enjoying the bliss of family life, Song Wanning watched her successful son and beautiful granddaughter with happiness. While urging her son to eat, she kept piling food into Feng Yuanyuan's bowl, which brought Feng Yuanyuan a small measure of warmth. Deep down, Feng Yuanyuan longed to be with her grandmother, hoping to avoid her father's harassment. However, from the occasional glances her father gave her, she knew he wouldn't let her off the hook. She dreaded the arrival of night, but it soon came.

That night, she desperately wanted to sleep with her grandmother. When she asked, her grandmother readily agreed, hoping her beloved granddaughter could have a warm night together. Besides, her daughter was grown up; it wasn't right for her to be with her father. But her father was different. His cold gaze filled Feng Yuanyuan with trepidation, but she knew with her grandmother there, her father wouldn't do anything to her.

She had hoped to spend a peaceful night under her grandmother's protection, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Feng Moujia, claiming to be unwell, forced her to leave her grandmother's bed. The kind grandmother, thinking her son was genuinely unwell, repeatedly told Feng Yuanyuan to take good care of her father. Looking at her grandmother's kind face, Feng Yuanyuan lowered her head and followed behind her father. Before the door was even closed, Feng Moujia embraced his daughter.

Tears of grievance streamed down her face, but Feng Moujia carried her to the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, and lay on top of her, suckling her breast. Looking at her father's greedy face, Feng Yuanyuan's heart bled. She didn't know when this incestuous act would end. Feng Moujia, however, continued to rub her breasts and grope her body until he heard her let out a soft moan. Watching his daughter writhe as he violated her, he even used the light to spread Feng Yuanyuan's thighs and use his hand to open her vagina to look inside.

Feng Yuanyuan turned her face away in embarrassment, but felt her father's large hand penetrate deeply inside her. Then, something nimble and warm quickly seized her most sensitive spot. She couldn't help but tremble, desperately trying to suppress any sound, but she couldn't withstand her father's skillful teasing and finally broke down completely.

Feng Moujia circled his daughter's clitoris with his tongue, his hands constantly touching the inside of her vagina. This caused Feng Yuanyuan, who had little sexual experience, to lose control. Despite her desperate attempts to suppress it, her genitals reacted naturally to the touch, especially since Feng Moujia was deliberately arousing her. She had to hold the corner of the blanket in her mouth to avoid making a sound. Even so, at every moment of passion, she had to arch her body to release her desire. Feng Moujia played with his daughter while watching Feng Yuanyuan's changing expressions with great interest. He remembered his first time working away from home, going to a prostitute. He had ejaculated after only a few rounds under the prostitute's ministrations and was laughed at. After that, he began to play with women, gradually developing a liking for playing with women, especially innocent ones.

His daughter's growth had excited him several times, but he had suppressed his desires due to blood ties and moral constraints. Later, a chance encounter allowed his suppressed desires to gradually resurface. He met a girl named Cuicui at a hair salon with his coworkers. As time went on, they became familiar with each other, and he often gave her tips. The girl was kind to him, often doing things he liked after he spent extra money on her. They would chat about everyday things and comfort each other. One day, Cuicui tearfully told him about her life story, which shocked him deeply. He listened in stunned silence for a long time before he could react. It turned out that Cuicui was the eldest child in her family. Her mother had been ill for a long time, and her father supported the family of four through his hard work. The burden of the family and the hardship of daily life made her already taciturn father even more withdrawn. The precocious Cuicui saw all this and had to drop out of school to help her father with housework and farm work. That day, the father and daughter were working on a hillside far from home when a sudden downpour caught them off guard. They had to take shelter under a bridge. The sky was dark, and the wind whipped the rain into the not-so-deep space. Cuicui felt a chill. The usually rough father noticed, but both of them were soaked to the bone and had no warm clothes.

Despite this, her loving father pulled her inside, shielding her with his own body. Looking at her somewhat aged father, a tenderness in Cui Cui's eyes softened. She softly called out, "Dad," and as he turned around, she gently embraced him in return. Their body heat temporarily warded off the cold, but outside, the wind and rain continued to rage. The honest, unassuming father, probably experiencing this for the first time, felt uncomfortable being held so tightly by a woman, even if it was his own daughter. He tried to pull away, but the biting cold prevented him from seeing his daughter suffer. So they remained close, seeking warmth from each other. Finally, Cui Cui sensed her father's unusual behavior and his heavy breathing. Her father, in the prime of his life, was still full of vigor. He had few clothes to begin with, and they were all soaked through by the rain, making him practically naked. Just as she felt the loving yet ambiguous look in his eyes, her father's Adam's apple bobbed. Cui Cui didn't know what was wrong with her father; she only felt her body growing hotter and hotter. Suddenly, her father turned around and embraced her completely. Before Cui Cui could realize what was happening, her father's stiff beard brushed against her face.

And so, in the stormy countryside, in the cold underpass, her father took her virginity.

Cui Cui didn't blame her father; in fact, she felt even closer to him because of it. But for some reason, her father deliberately distanced himself from her, sometimes even avoiding her.

Cui Cui remained unchanged, or perhaps she felt even more sorry for her father. At home, she did housework like a wife, but her father wouldn't let her help in the fields, which made her somewhat uneasy.

Chapter 2

That autumn, the crops grew very well, especially the corn, which was large and ripe. The villagers praised her father's competence. Many times, Cui Cui waited at the village entrance for her father to come home early, but that night, her father, who was harvesting corn in the mountains, was nowhere to be seen. She settled her younger siblings and hurried alone to the mountains several miles away.

Just as she was walking hurriedly along the mountain path flanked by corn stalks as tall as a person, a man suddenly jumped out of the cornfield. Before she could realize the danger, she was dragged and pulled into the cornfield.

Cui Cui was terrified. When the man pressed heavily on her and tore at her clothes, she screamed and struggled. The man on top of her pressed down hard, pulling off her pants. She felt utterly powerless, but she still screamed hoarsely until her underwear was torn to shreds, and she suddenly heard a familiar shout.

The man, about to succeed, froze, then jumped up, not even bothering to put on his trousers, and hurriedly disappeared into the endless cornfield.

As the father pushed the last cart of corn, feeling utterly exhausted and hungry, he trudged wearily along the mountain path. Suddenly, through the mountain wind, he seemed to hear, in a hallucination, Cui Cui's cries for help. Like a wolf, he pricked up his ears, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. When Cui Cui's hoarse cries reached him clearly, he realized her danger. Without hesitation, he abandoned the corn cart and rushed towards her, shouting. Seeing his daughter lying naked on the ground, he picked her up, and the sturdy man burst into tears.

"Cui, Cui—" he cried, hating himself for not protecting his daughter, slapping himself hard. Cui Cui tenderly grasped his hand, and the father and daughter, who depended on each other for survival, embraced tightly.

When the father looked up again, his questioning gaze falling on her, Cui Cui understood his question. "Dad—" she murmured, "He didn't—" Just that one sentence made her father overjoyed and pull her into his arms. His daughter's naked body made him forget all restraint; his greedy gaze directly invaded her private parts, as if trying to ascertain whether she had been defiled.

Cui Cui understood her father's meaning; she consciously spread her legs, trying to dispel his suspicions. Sure enough, her father stared there for a long time, and when he confirmed again that his daughter was innocent, his angry face overflowed with childlike joy, as if everything about his daughter had been protected for him.

Cui Cui lay in her father's arms, not bothering to cover herself. Her top had been lifted by the man, revealing her two snow-white breasts. Seeing her father let out a relieved sigh, Cui Cui, for some reason, grabbed her father's hand and placed it on her chest.

This slight movement caused her father, who had been deliberately avoiding her, to erupt again. Seeing his daughter's breasts, reddened by the man's touch, he broke free from her hand and wantonly rubbed them. This time, Cui Cui felt the rise of desire. She cooperated with her father, climbing her legs onto him, allowing the rough man to vent his desires.

He lowered his head and took his daughter's nipple into his mouth, his rough hands reaching between her legs, seizing her private space. Cui Cui's moans and groans made her long-deprived father feel like a fish in water, his movements from her breasts to her lower abdomen, all the way to her private parts. When his coarse beard touched her vulva, she almost fainted. His rough movements were like a saw cutting through her body, forcing her to arch her back to receive his assault.

If it weren't for this unexpected event, perhaps her father would have avoided her, burying his desires deep within. As a father, he deeply condemned his first time, not wanting to leave a shadow in his daughter's heart. But when he saw his daughter's body being violated, his deepest desires as a father were awakened. That intense possessiveness and domineering nature made him no longer restrained. He would not allow any man to invade his territory, much less allow anyone else to possess his woman.

The tall cornfield served as a screen, shielding the father and daughter. After trampling down a large patch of corn, the father laid Cui Cui down on the lush corn leaves, then buried his head between her legs. Cui Cui felt her father's large mouth forcefully open her tightly closed vulva. Ever since that tumultuous and unforgettable day, she had secretly longed for this moment to return. She hugged her father's head tightly, hoping he would fill her, fill this place that she didn't know why she always felt empty.

Finally, her father, panting heavily, climbed onto her stomach and clumsily pressed down on her. At that moment, she closed her eyes in bliss, feeling none of the pain of the first time, but rather a heart-stirring happiness. She screamed, urging her father to enter her again and again. The two rolled around in the cornfield until her father howled and ejaculated wildly inside her.

From then on, their passion became uncontrollable. The father always sought opportunities to be with her, and she, after finishing her chores, always hoped to go to the mountains with him. In the open wilderness, she could meet and make love with him without restraint, exploring the most beautiful sexual pleasures in the world. But such days were soon replaced by something ominous. Six months later, the father discovered that his daughter was pregnant, but he still couldn't resist his desires. Whenever they were together, he would uncontrollably reach the peak with her.

The inevitable happened. As Cui Cui's pregnancy became increasingly obvious, people pointed and gossiped, and the rumors made her afraid to appear in front of others. She could only hide at home, still helping with the housework. The father was also afraid of being exposed. Looking at his daughter's swollen belly, he sighed all day long. Cuicui felt even more sorry for him and always tried to comfort him after her younger siblings went to school. But every time, her father would use the excuse of busy farming to avoid her. Cuicui, heavily pregnant, would watch her father's back and feel a pang of loneliness

. The following spring, her widowed aunt, who lived far away in Yunnan, rushed over upon hearing the news. She and her father hid in the house and whispered for a long time. Cuicui didn't know what they were saying inside; she just watched from afar, timidly wanting to know everything. That night, her aunt slept in the same bed with her. Looking at Cuicui's swollen belly, her aunt sighed. Cuicui had a premonition that her aunt would ask questions, and sure enough, the two lay in bed. Her aunt lovingly stroked her head and pressed her for the truth. Young Cuicui thought her aunt already knew everything from her father, so she didn't hide anything anymore. When she said that the child in her belly was her father's, her aunt jumped up, her eyes wide with fright.

Cui Cui hid under the covers in fear, too afraid to make a sound. After a long while, she heard her aunt say, "What a tragedy! That beast! He even accused you of having affairs outside!" She clung to her aunt's leg, weeping, "Aunt, it's not his fault. It was my own choice. Dad raised us with so much difficulty. Everyone else has wives and children, but Dad was all alone." She remembered those turbulent days, how she and her father had drifted together, drifting aimlessly. She felt like her father's boat, his oars gently swaying within her, sailing on a vast, rainy sea.

"Silly girl!" her aunt scolded, her voice a mixture of hatred and pain. Perhaps it was a matter of keeping family scandals private, or perhaps she was moved by Cui Cui's simple filial piety, but surprisingly, her aunt didn't scold her. She only sighed softly, "Do you know what this is? It's incest." Cui Cui learned the term "incest" from her aunt for the first time. "You love your father?"

Cui Cui nodded. Her aunt stroked her bitterly, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital."

The day they returned from the hospital, Aunt sent her younger siblings to school and then called Father to Cuicui's bedside. Father stood there pitifully, like a child who had done something wrong, and Cuicui's heart ached. "

Take care of her for a few days, it'll be fulfilling your responsibility."

Father didn't say anything, only looked at Aunt with guilt. "

Cuicui is young, I'm afraid you'll bully her, but—" Aunt choked up, saying she liked him and felt sorry for him. "

Aunt, please don't say anymore." Father shed tears in front of others for the first time. "I'm sorry to her." He said, kneeling down.

Aunt didn't stop him, but said, "Kneel down, kneel down, maybe your parents will forgive you." Cuicui watched all this, hesitant to speak, but then heard Aunt say, "With this kneeling, you've knelt away the father-daughter bond." She wiped her tears and turned her face away. "Cuicui sees you as a man, from now on, you should sincerely treat Cuicui as a woman."

"Aunt!" A look of shame appeared in Father's eyes, a meaning Cuicui only understood years later.

"Cui Cui has already been pregnant with your child; she's your woman now." In the countryside, the saying still circulates: "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog." "These days, Cui Cui isn't clean, so please bear with it and don't get intimate."

Cui Cui didn't understand what "get intimate" meant, but from her aunt's tone, she understood it referred to sexual intercourse.

Those few days, her aunt bought groceries and cooked for her, and her father served her like a husband. Even in front of her aunt, if Cui Cui said she felt uncomfortable anywhere, her father would rub and massage her. At first, her father was embarrassed, but he couldn't withstand his aunt's scolding. She always looked at him coldly, saying, "You should bear the consequences of your actions."

Her father washed her genitals in front of her aunt, and when she needed to urinate, he even held her like he did when she was a child. Just as Cui Cui was experiencing the sweetness of a honeymoon, an unexpected event occurred.

On Qingming Festival, Father returned from adding soil to the ancestral graves, his face suddenly turning bright red. Cui Cui, thinking it was just the spring wind, told him to wash his face. Father didn't say anything, sat for a while, then hurriedly went to the bathroom. When he returned, he still didn't speak. That evening at dinner, Aunt noticed Father's unhappiness and gave him more food. Father frowned and forced a little to eat before hurrying out again.

Cui Cui heard Aunt muttering, "What's wrong?" Mother and daughter stared at Father's retreating figure, both puzzled. In the middle of the night, Cui Cui suddenly heard Father groaning, followed by his tossing and turning. His helpless eyes held a pleading look. Startled, she hurriedly called for Aunt. "

What's wrong? What's wrong?" Aunt's anxious voice rang out as she bent down to help Father sit up. Father was clutching his lower abdomen, his face pale and silent. "

Say something!" Mother and daughter scolded each other almost simultaneously. The father struggled to lift his head, his face flushed with embarrassment, "Down there, down there is so swollen."

The aunt, more experienced, knew what the man meant by "down there." She gently reached out, but the moment she touched the father's stomach, he recoiled in shock, his face contorted in pain. "Auntie, I can't pee." "

How long has it been?" the aunt asked anxiously.

Chapter 3

This afternoon, we returned from the cemetery. The father didn't even have the strength to speak. "

Then, what should we do?" The village was remote, at least thirty miles from the township clinic, and the mountain roads were rugged. He'd been holding it in for so long; could he withstand the bumpy ride? She paced around the room, a fine layer of sweat beading on her face. Cui Cui was also at a loss; she had no idea how to handle such a situation. The aunt, experienced as always, turned to Cui Cui, a hint of joy appearing on her anxious face. "Cui Cui, you, you suck it out for your father."

Cui Cui looked at her in surprise, but heard her aunt say decisively, "Don't hesitate, at this point, you can only suck it with your mouth."

Seeing her father's pained expression, Cui Cui didn't think twice. When her aunt unzipped her father's pants, Cui Cui reached inside and pulled it out, putting it in her mouth. She sucked hard, hoping to ease her father's pain, but no matter how hard she tried, her father remained curled up, his face contorted in agony. Anxiety combined with excessive force caused Cui Cui to feel a sharp pain in her lower incision, forcing her to stop; even breathing became difficult. "

Cui Cui, what's wrong?" Stopping at this crucial moment inevitably made her aunt anxious again. "

It hurts, it hurts terribly down there."

Without a word, her aunt took the incision from Cui Cui's hand, opened her mouth, and sucked it in. After a while, her face turned red, but she didn't stop, stubbornly continuing to suck. Cui Cui saw her father open his mouth wide and let out two cries, followed by gurgling sounds from her aunt's throat. "

My aunt!" Just as the father's expression softened slightly, he guiltily tried to pull away, but his aunt held him firmly.

After another sharp suck, his aunt abruptly pulled out, followed by a gush of urine. Then, a stream of urine flowed from his penis.

The initial surprise was followed by embarrassment; his aunt left shyly, leaving only the grateful father and daughter.

In times of crisis, family ties are paramount.

Not long after the incident, Cuicui recovered, but she increasingly realized that her father seemed to be deliberately avoiding her. He no longer enjoyed being with her as before, especially when the three of them were together. Her father would always intentionally or unintentionally avoid her aunt's gaze. At first, she thought it was because of what happened that night, making her father feel uncomfortable. But later, she gradually noticed that when her father and aunt were together, he would quickly avoid her when he saw her.

One month later, Cuicui noticed that her aunt was vomiting frequently and was secretly wiping away tears. She wanted to ask her, but her aunt always avoided the question, as if she had something difficult to say. Finally, one day at the end of April, she inadvertently uncovered the secret.

That day, Cuicui went to the market to buy things but forgot to bring money, so she rushed home. She opened the half-closed wooden door and heard her aunt crying inside, accompanied by her father's sighs. She stopped, held her breath, and looked through the wide crack in the door. Her father and aunt were sitting close together. "

Brother, please let me go." Auntie stole a glance at Father, only to see his dejected expression. "

Couldn't you have stayed?

If I keep going like this, something bad will happen sooner or later," Auntie said worriedly. "

I...I deserve to die!" Father cursed himself fiercely, grabbing Auntie's hand.

Auntie looked down at the ground and whispered, "Don't blame yourself, I was wrong too." "

What wrong did you do?" "It's all my fault for not being able to control myself."

"Don't say anymore." Auntie saw Father clutching his hair and said with heartache, "My mistake was coming, meddling in your affairs."

"Auntie." Father's face flushed red with emotion, and he opened his arms to embrace Auntie. Cui Cui watched all this in astonishment; she seemed to understand what the two had done. "

Brother, I...I'm pregnant." Auntie leaned against Father's chest and said shyly. "

What did you say?" He stopped, his arms still around Auntie. "

I'm pregnant with your child.

" Hearing this, Cui Cui stood there stunned. She hadn't expected that her aunt, who had only been there for a few months, would repeat her mistakes. Her father, just as stunned as she was, took a long time to recover. "

If you like it, I'll stay." Auntie said, turning her face away, then stealing glances at her father.

He... doesn't know? Her father was still worried about being discovered by her uncle.

Auntie shook her head, still unsure. When I came, he—he wouldn't have noticed.

Her aunt. Her father excitedly hugged her again. Auntie nestled into his arms, and the two embraced passionately, kissing. Cui Cui felt a mix of emotions. "

Brother, still feeling pent up?" Auntie clutched her father's penis in her hand. Cui Cui noticed for the first time how large it was, bigger than ever before. Her father looked down at her, his eyes filled with anticipation. Auntie hesitated for a moment, then, under her father's gaze, slowly took it in. When her mouth was fully filled, Cui Cui heard her father let out a hiss, followed by a tremor of pleasure on his face.

It turned out that the time she held her urine led to the brother and sister's first contact, and also broke down the aunt's last line of defense. When she heard the rumors, she trembled with anger. In her mind, only a beast could commit the act of raping his own daughter. She arrived in a rage, ready to confront them, but when she saw Cui Cui's deep affection for her brother, her heart softened. Faced with Cui Cui's pitiful expression, she didn't know how to handle the situation and could only let it go. Later, she gradually discovered that incest wasn't as heinous as people imagined. Cui Cui and her brother treated each other with respect, like a newlywed couple, sweet and loving. This was a completely new world for her. In her husband's family, she had never experienced such treatment; her husband always yelled at her, spoke harshly, and never showed her any kindness. Gradually, she came to accept the love between her brother and father and often longed for a warm and harmonious family life.

After Cui Cui's miscarriage, she tried her best to create an opportunity for her brother—to let father and daughter love and care for each other. She also saw her brother's affection for Cui Cui, and she felt envy, jealousy, and longing. Finally, that day came when she witnessed the tender love between father and daughter. Facing her father's pain, Cui Cui showed no shame or affectation, but naturally took her brother's genitals into her mouth. At that moment, she was shocked. A young girl, especially a daughter, was actually sucking her father's urine in front of her. This could only be described as selfless love.

She took Cui Cui's place because of the deep bond between siblings and the close bond between aunt and niece. Cui Cui was not yet fully recovered and could not withstand excessive force. Although her brother resisted her actions for a moment, it was only for a moment, and then, with her help, he relieved himself. When he looked up, she saw her brother's grateful eyes and his deep love.

If it had only happened once, perhaps life would have continued on its normal trajectory, but things in the world are rarely simple. The next evening, her brother's old ailment flared up again. Seeing his pained and anxious face, she followed him into the bathroom without hesitation.

Her brother, struggling to relieve himself, only showed slight discomfort before letting her take it into his mouth. This time, it was easier and smoother than before. With a gentle suck, a stream of warm urine sprayed into her mouth. "

Spit it out," her brother said, pushing her head away with concern.

Her aunt, still holding it, turned her head away and spat the mouthful of urine onto the ground, then took it back into her mouth.

"Ah—" her brother suddenly let out a groan of pleasure, catching her off guard. In her moment of surprise, she realized her brother had suddenly become erect in her mouth, and her face flushed red. "

Auntie." She felt the man's strength in her hand holding it; she knew this time was different from before. "

I—" Her brother, his face flushed, looked at her expression. She didn't know whether to pull out or continue. Just as she hesitated, her brother pressed her head down, and for some reason, she obediently began to gently swallow it. Perhaps this is the very soil from which incest thrives.

That night, the brother and sister engaged in the ugliest, most primal, and yet most pleasurable sexual act in the bathroom.

After the aunt performed oral sex on him, the father, panting, embraced her tightly. If the aunt had turned away at that moment, the father might not have forced her, but she allowed him to hold her, to be tender with her. In this way, the spark of lust was ignited step by step. The father first embraced and kissed her, then slipped his hands inside her clothes, touching her full breasts, until he unbuckled her belt.

When the father's tongue entered the aunt's vagina, she couldn't help but let out a violent moan, which made the father, who had been parched for so long, feel like a fish in water, riding wildly inside her body.

The aunt had never experienced such intensity; she involuntarily opened her mouth wide, moaning. The father, burning with lust, straddled the aunt, attacking fiercely until both were exhausted, at which point the father ejaculated like lava.

Having tasted the sweetness of incest once, the aunt found it strangely delightful.

The father, too, secretly savored their experience. For the first few days, they intentionally or unintentionally avoided each other, yet longed for their next encounter.

Farm work in the countryside was always busy; the father toiled alone, plowing and planting. While others were exhausted, he seemed to have inexhaustible energy, always returning home just before sunset.

The aunt hadn't noticed this before, but after their physical relationship, she felt a new sense of anticipation each day. After finishing her work, she would often peek out the door. She didn't know if this counted as a woman's longing for a man, but whether she admitted it or not, she had never felt this way towards her own husband.

Chapter 4

It was the fifth day since they met. The moon was bright, there was no wind, and the whole mountain village seemed empty and quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog. Father hadn't returned from watering the fields since the afternoon. Aunt had prepared dinner and stood at the door looking out, while Cui Cui, as usual, helped with the housework. She was worried about Father's late return and kept asking about his whereabouts. Aunt would give evasive answers and leave, only to return disappointed. After several such trips, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She gave Cui Cui a few instructions and went straight to the fields where Father was working.

In the clear moonlight, Father was bent over, still watering the rice seedlings, ladle by ladle. Aunt walked over with concern. "Brother, it's time to go home for dinner."

Father looked at Aunt with surprise, then smiled shyly. "You, why are you here? Why

aren't you home so late? Everyone's worried." Aunt's eyes showed a mixture of tenderness and love, making Father lower his head involuntarily. "It'll be over in a minute. How dare you come in this dark?" These past few years, the countryside has become increasingly unsettling, with women frequently being robbed and raped.

They even say, "Don't worry people to death." Aunt stood there, snatching the water ladle from Father's hand.

For some reason, the kind-hearted Father felt a surge of sweetness, silently watching Aunt. The night in the countryside was so peaceful, even the air seemed to tremble with the sound of their breathing. Father looked at her for a while, then took out his pipe from his pocket, lit it, and began to puff away.

Aunt, who was watering the plants, suddenly said impatiently, "Can't you not smoke that?"

Father hesitated for a moment, then quickly tapped the pipe on the sole of his shoe to extinguish it. "Aunt, let me do it." He reached for the water ladle in Aunt's hand, but instead grabbed hers, and both of them felt a shiver run down their spines. "

Brother, let me do it." Aunt didn't dare look Father in the eye, looking down at the thriving rice seedlings. "

I'll be quick, it'll be over in a minute." Father grasped Aunt's hand, wanting to pull it away but not wanting her to be tired, so they remained in that position for a while.

Finally, Aunt broke the silence first, "Brother, how about we come back to water it tomorrow?" Looking into Aunt's gentle, watery eyes, Father's heart fluttered, and he unconsciously gripped her hand even tighter, as if even the moon trembled.

Aunt's heart pounded violently like a floating leaf.

At this time, there was no one left in the field, even the birds had returned to their nests.

"Aunt!" Father muttered.

"Oh!" Aunt replied shyly.

"Tomorrow—" Father stammered, "Shouldn't Cui Cui be better by now?"

Aunt asked anxiously, yet secretly expectantly, "Cui Cui should be healed by now, if you want—" Aunt thought Father was asking about that kind of thing.

"Nonsense!" Father squeezed her hand tightly, "I miss you terribly." He said defiantly, making Aunt's heart pound. "

So embarrassing!" Auntie made a soft sound, which suddenly emboldened Father to glance at her. That one glance stirred something within him. What kind of eyes were those? Deeply affectionate yet lost, shy yet alluring, as if they could melt away everything about a man. Father, still bound by the traditional brother-sister relationship, suddenly embraced Auntie. "

Brother, brother!" Auntie cried out a few times, nestling into Father's arms. "Aren't you afraid of Cui Cui—" Mentioning Cui Cui, Father's body trembled. He then said, "As long as you like it."

Auntie buried herself tightly in his arms, "Brother, brother, why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

Father, usually so docile, suddenly said, "So what? What can happen between a male and a female?"

"You?" Auntie glared at him with shame and anger, her beautiful eyes even clearer under the bright moonlight. "Saying such heartless things."

"How am I heartless?" Father then forcefully turned Auntie around, his voice like a cat or dog in heat.

"Smooth-tongued, no wonder Cui Cui likes him," Auntie said, her voice lowering. Women all like sweet talk from men; she knew why Cui Cui liked him.

"Hehe!" Father chuckled, then hugged Auntie's head. The wind was gentle, the moon softly hidden beneath the clouds, leaving the two lovers to vent their feelings.

"Auntie, tell me, don't all women like men to fuck them?" Father asked as his large hand crept into Auntie's arms. "

Brother, don't say such embarrassing things." She nestled against his broad chest, inhaling his alluring scent.

The woman's breasts were different from Cui Cui's; Father touched them, comparing them, his heart pounding with delight. "Why are you shy?" He suddenly thrust into Auntie's crotch, and she hugged him tightly in surprise. "

Women all like men," Father, having been with several women, revealed his accumulated experience. "

Then, Cui Cui likes it too—" Auntie looked up, questioning. She still couldn't understand how her brother had gotten his hands on her daughter and gotten her pregnant.

"Silly girl, do you think I'm not afraid? But Cui Cui likes it, she likes me doing it.

Brother, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" Father was already in the pond. Aunt was exhausted from digging, and she spread her legs, trying to get Father to dig deeper. "

I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid of losing you and Cui Cui." As Father said this, he suddenly threw Aunt over, and both of their bodies fell heavily onto the field. Then they heard the water bucket beside them crash over, and water gushed out.

Father didn't care about that; he only cared about Aunt's clothes. Under the bright moonlight, Aunt's body emitted a bluish glow. Father, who had been plowing all day, was full of inexhaustible energy. Looking at this ancestral fertile land, he plowed in and turned the soil with fascination.

Cui Cui stood there, watching Father thrusting into Aunt's mouth, and she blushed with shame. She didn't know why her aunt, who had originally come to confront her, had gotten involved with her and her father. Her father and she had been close before, but he had never let her give him oral sex. He would always spread her legs and stare at her there without ever getting tired of it. Cui Cui didn't understand why her father always liked to look—at her body, at her expression, at their posture. "

Brother, should we just let it flow?" Her aunt blushed, but her father pressed her down again. Cui Cui saw her father's thick pubic hair covering her aunt's face.

"If...if there's nothing wrong," her father said, his voice hoarse as he pulled down her aunt's pants. " Let's keep it.

" Her aunt didn't say anything, but under her father's gaze, she unbuckled his belt.

"Cui Cui, if you're afraid, then keep the child." Her father said, glancing at her aunt. "

I'm afraid—" Her aunt was suddenly pulled down by her father, and she shyly leaned into his arms, hugging him tightly. "What if we're discovered?"

Her father's hand was already moving down from below. "Don't be afraid, who can find out?"

"Brother, Auntie looked up, Cuicui—"

Father took Auntie's hand and placed it on his own, letting Auntie hold it. "Cuicui, she and I—" He lifted Auntie's lower body, and Auntie moved away from him, kneeling and crawling.

Auntie turned her head and looked at Father, "You should take her body now." Cuicui felt a burning intensity in Father's gaze.

"Yes." Father nodded and crawled behind Auntie. Cuicui saw Auntie's snow-white, millstone-like buttocks, and that thing was even thicker than her own, only a little dark. Compared to Father's size, Cuicui felt that Auntie was more suitable for Father.

Father looked carefully for a while, then spread his hands apart, and oh my god! Cuicui saw clearly that Auntie's vulva was actually split open, bright red and wet.

He gently rubbed for a while, then suddenly thrust in.

"Brother." Auntie's body convulsed, "I'm afraid something bad will happen sooner or later."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Father held Aunt's plump buttocks with both hands, working like a busy ox in the field.

"You're so talkative," Aunt's voice trembled slightly, "Brother, how many times has it been?" "

One more time, 50." Father excitedly raised his head and thrust even harder.

Seeing this, Cui Cui knew that men and women were most vulnerable to fright during this kind of thing, so she quietly slipped away.

Chapter 5

The next day, Cui Cui got up late. She huddled in the quilt, feeling lazy and weak all over. Aunt was still tidying up in the kitchen. She didn't even know when Father had entered the room last night. Around noon, Father returned from the fields. Cui Cui was combing her hair. He put down his hoe, smelled the aroma of food in the kitchen, and said, "What food smells so good?"

Cui Cui saw Father glance at her and sneak into the kitchen. She heard Aunt's soft refusal. "

Cui Cui, finish combing your hair and come get the food." Aunt deliberately spoke loudly for her to hear. "

Let Dad get it. I need to change my clothes." Cuicui didn't want to disturb them. For some reason, ever since she witnessed their affair, she had intentionally distanced herself from her father. Perhaps she resented his heartlessness, or perhaps she resented her aunt for taking him away.

As she passed the kitchen doorway, she heard her aunt's voice: "Cuicui's unhappy today. Go and comfort her

." "What's wrong?" her father seemed to pause and ask. "

Perhaps—" her aunt stammered, guessing. "She hasn't discovered anything, has she? You should go and find her." Finally, she added, "Here we go again."

Her father chuckled, "Then I'll go."

Cuicui quickly went back to her bedroom.

She heard her father follow closely behind. Cuicui bent down to rummage through the bedside table for clothes, but her father hugged her from behind.

"Cuicui." Her father buried his head in her back.

Cuicui didn't answer, gently untying her father's tight grip. "

What's wrong?

I want to find some clothes." Cuicui resisted, the image of her father being intimate with her aunt in the kitchen flashing through her mind.

"Little girl!" her father affectionately scolded, his hand moving from her bent-over body to her breasts.

Cui Cui silently moved away.

Her father, in a panic, grabbed her and turned her over. Cui Cui avoided his gaze, but he forcefully turned her to face him. "Got a lover now?" "

You're the one who has a lover!" Cui Cui retorted, leaving her father speechless. "

Then why don't you let Dad do it?" her father said, somewhat forcefully. "

You don't want it!" Cui Cui was a little angry now. She tried to break free from her father's embrace, but he pulled her firmly into his arms.

"Nonsense! I'm just worried you're not done yet." Her father's tone was soft but firm.

Cui Cui didn't speak, stubbornly trying to leave him, but she couldn't break free. Father and daughter were locked in a stalemate, each trying to guess the other's meaning.

"Cui Cui!" Her father finally lifted her chin, looking at her. "Dad has always thought of you as a woman."

Cui Cui tilted her head. "No, not at all." Her tone was sour, tinged with grievance. Her father vaguely sensed something, but wasn't sure. "Dad knows you love me," he stroked her head. "That day, you suckled Daddy's lips—" He wanted to rekindle the father-daughter bond, but unexpectedly, Cui Cui retorted sharply, "Auntie suckled hers too."

This time, the father understood; Cui Cui was angry with her aunt. Had he discovered something? Remembering what his sister had said in the kitchen, and his own recent indiscretions, he was bound to leave clues.

But he didn't want to explain to her, much less make any promises. "Is she jealous of her aunt?" The father pulled Cui Cui back into his arms.

Cui Cui didn't speak, but this time she didn't struggle. "

Little girl!" He habitually touched her breasts. "Your aunt not only suckled hers, but also—" He lowered his head and kissed his daughter's lips, and even let Daddy do it. "

You?" Cui Cui struggled to sit up, her face long and drawn. "Shameless!"

The father knew his daughter was jealous, but he wasn't angry. He pulled Cui Cui back, coaxing her, "If Daddy didn't do it to her, would she agree to our request?" Cui Cui glanced at him, still struggling to leave. "

Dad did it to me, so I didn't dare say anything," her father said gleefully.

Cui Cui seemed to understand. "But you were in the kitchen—" Cui Cui hesitated.

Sure enough, her father understood everything. He wanted to do it to her in the kitchen, but she wanted me—his eyes gleamed with pride.

Cui Cui finally surrendered again, nestling into her father's arms. Her father was overjoyed, embracing her and slipping his hand inside her clothes. "

My aunt's breasts are soft and large, Cui Cui's—" he touched, feeling the difference between the two. He wantonly kneaded Cui Cui's firmness, finding it more tactile than his divorced wife's.

Cui Cui, still prone, rolled over, letting her father roam freely inside. He occasionally lowered his head to kiss her, his hand gradually moving down to her waist, groping and untying her clothes.

Cui Cui's chest heaved as her father bent down and kissed her lips, demanding her tongue. As they intertwined, Cui Cui felt her father's hand move past her lower abdomen and bury itself between her legs. "

Dad!" Cui Cui cried out joyfully,

but her father thrust deep inside her.

A liquid overflowed, and Cui Cui felt her lower body become wet. "

You naughty Cui Cui, you're wet!" her father teased.

Cui Cui dared not say anything, desperately seeking her father's lips to kiss him. She felt that only in this way could she express her love.

"Auntie said, 'Dad can have you now.'" He skillfully pinched Cui Cui's clitoris, watching her writhe. "

Naughty!" Cui Cui said to her father for the first time, but it sent a shiver down his spine. He had only heard his wife say this on their wedding night, when he was wildly entering her. More than a decade later, he was hearing his own daughter say it to him.

He played with Cui Cui's genitals with excitement, watching her legs rub and bend, then climb onto him. Cui Cui's mons pubis was high and white, with sparse hair. He reached there, intending to rub the pubic hair, but suddenly changed his mind. Looking at the low-rise pants hanging on Cui Cui's buttocks, he quickly pulled them off.

"Auntie!" Cui Cui said, letting him pull them off.

He tore them off along the hem and threw them aside, only to find that Cui Cui's vulva was overflowing with moisture, the two labia swollen and erect. He knelt between Cui Cui

's legs, unafraid. He had just said the same thing to his aunt. But saying that wasn't enough, so he added, "Didn't I tell you, your aunt was also slept with by me?" Saying this, he happily pressed down on Cui Cui.

Cui Cui wrapped her legs around his back, and her father moved around, poking around between her legs.

"Do you miss your father too?" Her small breasts were pressed under him, flat, and the two bright red nipples didn't look like her aunt's at all.

"No!" Cui Cui pouted, but her father took them into his mouth.

"Why is it coming out, little girl?" He slowly pushed the swollen thing inside, watching the increasingly bright, increasingly confused light in Cuicui's eyes.

Cuicui was still so bright red, two thin labia holding the head the size of an egg. The father's eyes turned green. He watched with delight. With his aunt, he could go straight in, but Cuicui had just had a miscarriage, and he was afraid of tearing her.

He lay on top of his daughter, making a little space so the father could watch their union.

Just as his penis was fully inside her, he called out, "Cui Cui."

Cui Cui frowned and answered, then turned her face away. Deep down, the father wanted his daughter to watch with him, to see their bodies intertwined. He mischievously sawed back and forth a few times, making Cui Cui moan softly.

Just as he straightened up, ready to strike, he saw a figure flash by the door. He realized his aunt had been watching, and this position blocked his and Cui Cui's union. A more lewd desire made him pull out. He saw Cui Cui's puzzled look as he withdrew, gently embraced her, and dragged her to the edge of the bed, facing the doorway. Just when he thought he could see everything from this angle, he lifted Cui Cui's thighs, completely exposing her genitals.

The father half-embraced Cuicui in his arms, looking down at her nipples. This position looked even more lewd. He thrust his large lower body towards her.

Cuicui was ashamed of this novel position, looking tenderly at her father in her arms.

The father arched his body and thrust in like a spring, making Cuicui's body jerk and involuntarily let out a moan. Then, the father seemed to hear a sound coming from outside the door, and he frantically dug inside Cuicui.

Cuicui hadn't moaned a few times before her father tilted his head back and kissed her lips, swallowing her tongue while thrusting inside her like a rabbit.

After a while of this back and forth, Cuicui's breathing grew weaker and weaker, even her eyes rolled back, and she just kept sticking out her tongue. A sticky, white substance oozed from her vagina, smearing it on the head of his penis. The father felt the sticky, pleasurable sensation inside Cui Cui. He heard the same rapid breathing outside the door as Cui Cui, and his heart tightened. He thrust a few times, but suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of desire. He desperately tried to suppress it, but the urge to ejaculate was unbearable, forcing him to let go. He pounded again, accompanied by Cui Cui's suppressed moans and trembling, ejaculating deep inside her.

As he withdrew, he vaguely saw a shadow flash outside the door, then saw a gush of white fluid gushing from inside Cui Cui.

"Cui Cui, time to eat!" Aunt called from outside at the opportune moment.

The father saw Cui Cui's disheveled hair and flushed face, pulled her close, and said, "Let's eat."

[To be continued]

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