Roger's sister

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Roger parked the car in the driveway of a house by the beach. It was raining heavily, raindrops falling like beans. The sky was covered by dark clouds, the last rays of the setting sun being swallowed by the torrential rain. Roger noticed
another car parked in the driveway and wondered whose it was.
His sister, Miranda, sitting next to him, was clearly more concerned about the downpour outside. She stared at the rain through the window, looking somewhat frustrated.
“Could we wait until the rain subsides a little before getting out?” Miranda asked her brother.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted and hungry. My legs are stiff from driving for so long. Who knows when the rain will stop? Sorry, I don’t want to wait,” Roger said, stretching.
After stretching, Roger gently took Miranda's hand, holding it in his own. Looking into her azure eyes, he smiled and encouraged her, "What are you afraid of? A little rain won't hurt. Let's rush in, okay?"
Miranda hesitated for a moment, then nodded, agreeing to her brother's suggestion.
"I'll get the luggage; you just need to rush into the house," Roger said, getting out of the car. He quickly grabbed two large bags from the back seat: a suitcase and a plastic bag filled with groceries. Using the straps on the suitcase, he carried everything to the porch in front of the house. Then, he put the things down and started rummaging through his pockets for the
house key. Meanwhile, Miranda remained in the car, constantly encouraging herself. Finally, she took a deep breath, flung open the car door, jumped out quickly, slammed the door shut, and began to run, dashing into the porch.
Before she could even find her footing in the corridor, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, tearing through the thick clouds and illuminating the earth with a blinding light. Immediately afterward, a deafening rumble of thunder shook the heavens and the earth trembled violently.
Miranda screamed in terror, grabbing Roger's arm and burying herself in his chest.
Roger, being a boy, stood there, seemingly unmoved by the thunder and lightning. He gently patted Miranda's back to calm her down. At the same time, he took the opportunity to admire his sister in his arms.
Miranda's once straight black hair, now wet with rain, had some curls, and some strands clung tightly to her beautiful face. Some raindrops continued to drip from her shoulder-length hair onto her pink blouse, making it slightly transparent. Through the semi-transparent blouse, Roger could clearly see the black strappy bra beneath.
He used this opportunity to admire the beautiful curves accentuated by the bra, imagining the beautiful breasts beneath. Miranda might think she looked a mess, but in Roger's eyes, she was breathtaking.
After the thunder, Miranda glanced at her brother apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, that was terrifying. You know I never like thunderstorms."
Roger smiled back, "It's alright, even the lightning startled me!"
Roger continued to gaze at his sister, admiring her full figure, his heart filled with his love for her. One day, she would bring immense joy to some lucky men, not just because of her looks, but because he knew that as Miranda grew up and matured, she would become the kind of woman who fascinated everyone. Thinking of this, Roger felt a sharp, empty pain in his heart, because he felt that his sister would soon no longer need him and would be in someone else's arms.
"I'm sorry you got wet in the rain, your hair is all wet. I just wanted us to get inside before it got completely dark. Strange, whose car is that?" Roger turned and pointed to another car in the driveway.
Just then, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a woman stood in the doorway. She was wearing white shorts and a purple tank top, not very tall, and looked to be in her early thirties. Even by Roger's discerning eye, she was a very beautiful woman, with long, auburn hair, hazel eyes, and full lips. She was a little plump, but the extra weight was evenly distributed throughout her body, making her appear exceptionally mature. Her breasts were large, and she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples were easily visible through the top of her tank top.
Roger tried to be polite, focusing his attention on her face rather than staring at her breasts, although he found it difficult to tear his gaze away from those alluring breasts.
Before Roger or Miranda could speak, the woman said, "Oh dear, I just heard some noise and thought someone might be outside. There is someone," her voice had a deep allure and was as smooth as satin, "Come in quickly, or you'll get even wetter!"
Roger and Miranda exchanged confused glances, unsure who this woman was. But by then, the rain was pouring down harder, and the wind was blowing fiercely, making it unbearable to stay outside. They decided to hurry inside.
Roger picked up the luggage, and Miranda carried the groceries. They went inside, placed the items in the middle of the living room, and looked around the house.
The house looked much the same as when they had been there last year. The living room was large, with white modern-style walls, carpeted floors, and light brown furniture. A large television stood on one side, and a magnificent fireplace on the other. The windows were huge Victorian bay windows. Behind the living room was a set of glass doors leading to the wooden platform at the back of the house, beyond which lay the beach.
The whole house had a very fresh and spacious feel.
To the left of the living room was a large kitchen, a pantry, and a dining room with a huge glass dining table in the center. To the right of the living room was a passageway leading to a games room, two standard bedrooms, and a large bedroom.
Everything in the rooms looked very clean and tidy, but there were still signs that someone had lived there.
The mysterious woman handed each of them a handkerchief. Roger and Miranda thanked her and began drying themselves with towels.
“I’m Julie Taliana,” the woman introduced herself, shaking hands with Roger and Miranda.
Roger shook hands, saying, “My name is Roger Suwell, and this is my sister, Miranda.”
After Miranda shook hands with him, Roger said, puzzled, “Hmm… there’s something that’s bothering me. This is the vacation home we booked, at least for the next two weeks… have we made a mistake?”
“Oh, my goodness! When I first saw you, I was wondering who you were,” Julie said shyly. “I work for the company that owns this house, and I booked it for the past two weeks. A friend at work told me you were going to Europe for the summer, so the house would be empty. I had a wonderful two weeks here, so if no one else is using the house, I thought I might as well stay a little longer, so I stayed.”
At this point, Julie’s face turned a bright, deep red with embarrassment.
“It’s not us, it’s our parents who are on holiday in Europe,” Miranda explained. “But they told us we could come here for a holiday during this time.”
“Oh, I understand. I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding. It was all my fault! I’ll pack my things right away. I’ll leave immediately after I’m done.” With that, she started walking down the hallway to the master bedroom to pack her things.
Miranda watched her retreating figure, and after a moment, she turned to her brother, saying anxiously,
“Roger, it’s raining heavily outside, and the roads are in terrible condition. We can’t let her leave under these circumstances!”
Roger nodded, agreeing with his sister, and said, “I don’t mind letting her stay a little longer, if you don’t mind either.”
Miranda shook her head, indicating that she didn’t mind either. “Miss Taliana, please wait a moment!” Miranda said, walking to the bedroom door. “The weather is terrible right now, and we can’t let you leave in this condition. Please stay until the rain stops, okay?”
Julie smiled broadly and said, “You two are so kind! But I don’t want to trouble you any further; I’ve already made a big enough mistake.”
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, really!” Miranda assured her. “We don’t have any special plans or arrangements for tonight, and you won’t be a bother. You can leave when the weather improves.”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll wait until the rain stops. Thank you so much for your generosity,”
Miranda replied. “You’re welcome.”
“Oh, right,” Julie said, “I was preparing dinner before you arrived. How about I make you a nice family dinner? It would be a small way of repaying your kindness.”
The mention of dinner snapped Roger out of his daze upon entering the room, bringing him back to reality. He felt a surge of hunger and instinctively asked, “Dinner?”
Julie nodded. “Yes, my crab cake is delicious, and I just bought some fresh crab meat today—enough for the three of us.”
Roger’s mouth watered at the mention of crab cake. “That’s a great idea,” he said, adding, “I’m starving!”
“Baking the cake will take about half an hour, so how about we have dinner in half an hour?” Julie asked.
Miranda happily agreed, “No problem.”
Roger’s face fell when he heard he had to wait another half hour, because he was so hungry he wished he could eat right away.
Miranda nudged Roger with her elbow and said, “The weather’s so bad. If we were just here by ourselves, we’d probably only have junk food to eat. It’s much better to have a proper dinner.
Thank you, Miss Taliana!”
Roger nodded; at least he had to agree: even if he had to wait a little longer, a real dinner was worth it.
“I’m glad you said that. But please don’t call me Miss Taliana, just call me Julie,” Julie said happily. Roger and Miranda nodded quickly in agreement.
While Julie went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, Miranda set the table in the dining room. Roger was also busy organizing the groceries they had brought, all typical foods they ate daily: hot dogs, sausage sandwiches, cheese, bread, fries, some snack cakes, beer, and soda.
When he finished his work, Julie asked him if he would help make a vegetable salad, and the hungry Roger was happy to help. At least he could eat some vegetables to tide him over while he made the salad.
Soon, the rich aroma wafting from the oven nearly drove Roger mad. The crab cake smelled amazing; Roger couldn't wait any longer and wanted to open the oven and grab some to eat. Roger
waited agonizingly for another ten minutes before Julie finally announced that all the food was ready. So, they sat down at the dining table, and dinner officially began.
Roger immediately grabbed two crab cakes, some salad, and some mixed vegetables, put them on his plate, and began to wolf them down.
"The cake is so delicious!" Roger exclaimed, praising Julie's cooking even while busy eating. Miranda echoed her sentiments, constantly complimenting Julie's skills.
Hearing their praise, Julie laughed heartily and said, "Thank you both; you've made me so happy today."
They ate and chatted, and as time passed, their understanding of each other deepened.
Roger was impressed by Julie's open-mindedness, and from their conversation, he learned that she was an artist who loved painting. But so far, she hasn't been able to sell any work, so Julie now works at the same advertising agency as Roger and Miranda's father.
"I don't like working in crowded places, but the people at the company like my job and pay me a high salary, plus a lot of extra perks. For example, this vacation home," she said, smiling and pointing to the beach house.
Roger and Miranda also told Julie about themselves. They were studying at the same college; Miranda was nineteen, majoring in business management, and had just finished her first year. Roger was twenty-one and would begin his senior year, majoring in law, next semester.
They were currently on summer vacation, and when their father offered them a two-week vacation at the company's beach house, they readily agreed, thinking it would be a wonderful holiday.
"Why don't your parents take you to Europe for vacation too?" Julie asked curiously.
“Haha!” Roger chuckled self-deprecatingly. “They still prefer to vacation alone, even though we used to vacation together. For the past four summers, we’ve come here together. But this year is different. We usually spend most of our time at college, far from home, and we’re often away from our parents. So they didn’t feel guilty about going to Europe by themselves this year.”
“They always feel uncomfortable with us around,” Miranda said. “They always focus all their energy on their careers—Dad at the company, Mom a lawyer—they never really spend much time with us. When we were little, we were mostly babysitters. When Roger was old enough, they had him look after me.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate, but I believe they still love you very much,” Julie comforted her.
“Maybe,” Miranda said, “sometimes, when I think about how my parents prioritize their work over themselves, I still feel it’s unfair, and it makes me a little sad.”
“But, considering your current majors, aren’t you two following in your parents’ footsteps?”
Julie asked skeptically.
“Yes, that’s right. Miranda has shown a knack for business, and I’ve developed a passion for studying law,” Roger said. “I think it’s all genetic, not due to pressure from our parents.
I think it’s half genetic and half environmental. We have this environment, and we’re making the most of it and working hard to grow. Yes, we’re following in our parents’ footsteps, using our strengths to strive for a more successful career.”
“Are you also learning to put your career before everything else, like your parents? Before friends and family, before love?” Julie asked.
“Maybe not everyone gets love,” Roger sighed. “Maybe focusing on my career is the best option for me. I don’t know if I’ll be good at dealing with people in the real world.”
“Roger, don’t say that. I enjoy being with you,” Julie glanced at Roger, then turned to Miranda. “I think your sister feels the same way. You’re both in the same college, and you spend your holidays together.”
“Yes, Dad provides this place for us to vacation here. I guess it’s to make up for their guilt about not taking us to Europe. But we both really enjoy coming here.” Julie smiled at Miranda in agreement.
“I enjoy vacationing with Roger. But sometimes, he can cause you trouble…” Miranda finished, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were thinking of some misdeed Roger had done in the past.
Roger feigned surprise, looking innocently at Miranda before bursting into laughter.
"But overall, Roger's a great friend," Miranda concluded.
"Likewise, my dear sister," Roger retorted, then continued, "It's a wonderful vacation spot, and the house is big enough that everyone has their own space and won't bother each other. When we vacation here with our parents, we're not really together. We've long since learned how to slip away without bothering them. We know our surroundings well and each has our own favorite places."
Roger glanced at Miranda and said sincerely, "It's quite fun playing with your sister." A knowing smile appeared on Miranda and Roger's faces simultaneously.
"I've only known you two for a short time, but I can tell you're both good people, and you two get along very well," Julie said.
"Thank you for saying that, Julie," Roger said sincerely to Julie. He and Miranda were both very happy that someone understood the bond between them.
In fact, he already enjoyed chatting with Julie and found her presence very relaxing and pleasant. Julie possessed a special charm… she had a friendly, humorous, and captivating aura, and Roger could sometimes sense a melancholy deep within her.
Strangely, Roger knew almost nothing about this woman, yet after only a few hours, he felt an urge to comfort her and help her overcome her melancholy. Based on his understanding of Miranda, Roger sensed that Miranda also liked Julie.
After dinner, the three of them went to the living room, sat on the large sofa, and each grabbed a can of beer to continue their conversation.
By this time, the thunder and lightning outside had lessened, but the rain continued to fall. When Julie finished her beer and went to the bathroom, Roger and Miranda began discussing whether to ask Julie to stay the night. Then, they both agreed that it was a good idea.
When Julie returned from the restroom, she said to Roger and Miranda, “My dear children, it has been a wonderful, wonderful night. Thank you again for your kindness. I feel like I’ve made two very good friends, and I hope we can stay in touch. But I think it’s time for me to leave.”
“Julie,” Roger said, taking Julie’s hand, “it’s still raining outside, and it’s getting quite dark. Miranda and I don’t want anything to happen to our good friend. Like I said, there’s plenty of room here, why can’t you stay the night? We would be very happy to have you with us.”
“Do you really think so?” Julie asked.
“Of course!” Miranda quickly asserted.
Julie happily hugged them both, then said, “You two are the sweetest children I’ve ever met! It’s so nice to meet you.”
Roger and Miranda both stood up and returned the hug. Roger smiled at Julie and said,
“We like you very much too.”
Roger got everyone a second can of beer, and they each took a seat on a sofa and resumed their conversation.
Julie took off her sandals, tucked her legs under her, and reclined on the sofa. Miranda found Julie's position comfortable, so she copied her, settling into a comfortable position as well. Roger, not to be outdone, took off his shoes and propped his feet up on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa, leaning back halfway.
Julie picked up her purse, opened it, and took something out. When Roger recognized the shape as marijuana, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"If I light it, you won't be angry, will you? I'm not an addict. I only enjoy it occasionally, especially when I'm particularly happy." Julie glanced tentatively at Roger, then at Miranda.
"I'm fine," Roger said. "I never thought occasional smoking would cause much harm." He then smiled slightly at Julie.
Julie replied, “I agree with you. Oh, I mean, I never touch those damn hard drugs that can really mess you up. This marijuana isn’t any worse than any alcohol or tobacco.” As she spoke, Julie gestured to the empty beer can on the table.
“Yeah, I agree with you too!” Miranda chimed in.
Julie lit a marijuana cigarette and took a drag. Roger and Miranda soon began to smell a strong herbal aroma filling the room.
Julie gently exhaled the smoke and said, “If something makes you feel good, and you’re not hurting anyone else while you’re doing it, then it’s inappropriate to simply tell people they can’t do it. I’m disgusted by people telling us how we should live. I think the most important thing about advertising is to be truthful and tell people the whole truth. The government’s responsibility is to ensure we know all the ingredients in what we put in our bodies every day, but not to prevent us from making our own decisions about what to eat and what not to eat. Whether our decisions are wise or foolish, the government shouldn’t interfere!”
At this point, Julie looked somewhat annoyed, and her voice began to rise. She paused, then continued, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to swear, I just had a painful experience with this. Back then, my father was diagnosed with cancer and had to undergo chemotherapy. You know, the side effects of chemotherapy are agonizing, and the only way to alleviate his suffering was by smoking marijuana.”
Julie’s expression suggested she was reliving those difficult days. Roger and Miranda looked at Julie with deep sympathy, listening quietly to her story, not wanting to interrupt her.
Julie continued, “I was my father’s primary caregiver, and I was responsible for finding the marijuana he needed to supply him. Initially, I had to run around the streets looking for those damn drug dealers to get marijuana.
Gradually, over time, I learned to grow my own. Here, this is the kind of marijuana that makes my father feel a little better.” Julie pointed to the slowly exhaled smoke. “Because it’s illegal, I’ve encountered a lot of trouble.”
“Actually, I stopped smoking after graduating from high school. But after my father started chemotherapy, he began smoking marijuana to relieve the pain. He hated smoking alone, so he invited me to smoke with him. I thought smoking wasn't a big deal, why should he enjoy all the pleasure alone? So, we smoked marijuana together.” Julie chuckled a few times, then her expression became even more sorrowful.
“Now my father is gone, but I still smoke marijuana occasionally. It helps me remember the good times I spent with him.” Her eyes slowly filled with tears, and soon, tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Miranda got up and sat down next to Julie, placing a hand on her arm, and said softly, “Oh, Julie, I feel so sorry for you!”
“Yes, Julie, I feel sorry for you too,” Roger said. He also felt sorry for Julie, but he didn't know what else to say to comfort her, because he wasn't very good at comforting a woman who was crying.
Julie wiped the tears from her face and said, “I should apologize to you all. We were having a great time, but I ruined everyone’s mood. For some reason, I feel very comfortable with you all, and I trust you completely, as if I’ve known you for years. I feel like I can confide any secret in you.”
Miranda gently squeezed Julie’s arm and said, “Yes, Julie, we feel the same way.”
Roger nodded and said, “Yes, Julie, don’t worry about it. The fact that you told us these things shows that we are true friends now.”
“Thank you, you two are so kind! I think I’m starting to fall in love with you both.” After Julie finished speaking, everyone laughed. With the laughter, the somber and sad atmosphere in the living room seemed to disappear instantly.
“Hmm…” After everyone finished laughing, Julie pointed to the marijuana cigarette in her hand and asked, “Have you tried it?”
“I’ve smoked it a few times, always at parties or similar occasions,” Roger answered honestly.
“I’ve tried it once or twice. I’ve never really cared much about it,” Miranda said.
“Haha, you’ve probably only tried the inferior stuff. One thing I learned while taking care of my father was how to grow good marijuana. You should try this,” Julie waved her marijuana cigarette. “But it’s okay if you don’t try it, don’t feel pressured. But if you want to know what good marijuana tastes like, this is your best chance.”
Roger’s curiosity outweighed his pride, so he reached for the cigarette in Julie’s hand. Julie happily handed it to him, and Roger took it, took a deep drag, and held his breath for thirty seconds before exhaling. Almost immediately, Roger felt a warm sensation inside his body, and then a warm current began to spread throughout his body. At the same time, he felt extremely excited, and he had a strong urge to laugh. Roger looked at the strange expression on Miranda’s face, then suddenly burst into loud laughter.
After a while, Roger stopped laughing and said happily to Julie, "It's really good." Then he turned to his sister and asked, "Want to try it?"
Miranda shrugged. "I don't mind." When Roger handed her the cigarette, Miranda took it, held it elegantly, and took a small puff. It wasn't as big as her brother's, but she held her breath and savored the taste, for about the same amount of time as Roger. Roger and Julie watched Miranda quietly as the effects of the marijuana slowly took hold.
"Wow," Miranda said after a few minutes, "I've never felt like this before. It feels amazing!"
Julie hugged Miranda and said, "See? I told you so!" Then they both burst into laughter.
The marijuana cigarette began to be passed around among the three of them, and the conversation grew increasingly lively. Whether it was the effect of the marijuana or their growing familiarity with each other, the three of them became less reserved, sitting or reclining comfortably on the sofa.
At some point, Roger stopped paying attention to what they were talking about. His eyes had begun to linger on Julie's ample breasts. When he first met Julie, he had noticed her large breasts under her tank top and that she wasn't wearing a bra. However, out of politeness, Roger had tried his best to avoid looking at Julie's chest all evening. Although he would occasionally steal glances at those alluring breasts, he managed to control himself and quickly look away.
But the atmosphere was now very relaxed, and Julie was reclining opposite Roger. Roger no longer felt restrained, so he simply fixed his eyes on Julie's breasts, admiring their sexy shape.
Her breasts looked very natural and beautiful. Like most men, regardless of size, as long as they were real and natural, a woman's breasts always held a strong attraction for Roger. Artificial breasts, no matter how perfect, always looked too fake, and Roger had no interest in them whatsoever. The thought of the surgery and unnecessary health risks women would undergo to get artificial breast implants disgusted Roger; he considered it an unnecessary procedure. Therefore, he utterly despised women with fake breasts.
Moreover, fake breasts couldn't possibly possess the same sensitivity to his touch. During sex, he always wanted to give his partner as much pleasure as possible, to caress her as gently as possible, not just a fleeting touch before going all the way.
Yes, while all women's natural breasts, regardless of size, could excite Roger, natural and large breasts remained his favorite. Julie's breasts were exactly that type; they were outstanding, large and beautifully shaped, and his gaze couldn't leave Julie's chest for a moment. They were natural, large, full and plump, and must feel incredibly soft and comfortable to the touch. Without a bra, with every movement of Julie's body, her nipples would proudly peek out from the top of her vest.
"Darling, what are you thinking about?" Julie's voice roused him from his reverie.
"What? Hmm, what did you say?" Roger was startled awake, quickly shifting his gaze to Julie's face, asking in confusion.
Julie smiled and pointed to Roger's crotch. Only then did Roger realize his crotch was incredibly hard. He looked down and saw his shorts were like a tent pitched at a campsite. It was obvious everyone knew it was bulging from something. Due to the effects of the marijuana and his earlier obsession with Julie's breasts, Roger hadn't noticed his penis until now.
"Oh my God!" Miranda, following Julie's finger, also saw Roger's shorts and stared at him in astonishment, then burst into hysterical laughter that lasted for a long time.
Roger's face turned crimson. "I, I, I'm sorry, so sorry..." he stammered incoherently.
Julie lifted herself up and placed her left hand on Roger's knee. “Don’t worry, my sweetheart.
Trust me, I think this is a compliment, a compliment. I used to think I could never attract a young man’s attention again.”
“Why would you think that? You’re so beautiful,” Roger quickly said.
Now it was Julie's turn to blush. She said shyly, "I'm so glad you say that. But I know I'm not young anymore; I'm almost forty."
"Liar!" Roger protested loudly. "I don't believe you're much older than thirty!"
Julie nodded. "Well, my sir, you know how to make a girl happy." She glanced again at his crossed legs and continued, "Your girlfriend is such a lucky one."
"Well, I don't have a girlfriend right now." Roger said, a hint of dejection in his voice. At this moment, Miranda lowered her head, staring at her fingernails, her face slightly darkened.
Julie looked at the siblings, curious. "Why is that?"
"I don't have much luck with women," Roger said. "Let me tell you, I'm not the best-looking boy in the academy, and I don't have the physique of a track and field athlete. I'm just average." Roger was about six feet tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was well-built, with some well-defined muscles, but he wasn't very tanned.
Julie studied Roger for a moment and said, "I think you're very handsome, Roger, don't worry." Then Julie suddenly laughed and asked, "Roger, don't tell me you're still a virgin?!"
Roger laughed too and quickly replied, "No, I'm not that bad! I've had several girlfriends, and I've been intimate with each of them. But I've never felt like I've found my perfect match."
"I mean, I care about every girl I've slept with, but I've never found a girl I can completely give my heart to. It's hard to explain why, even when I'm with them, I still feel a sense of loneliness. If I could find my true soulmate, I think I wouldn't feel this loneliness anymore. I always feel like something's not right or something's missing... Sometimes, I even think there's something wrong with me, or that I'm not good enough at finding someone who's truly my match."
“Me too, Roger!” Miranda suddenly exclaimed. “I totally understand how you feel! I’ve had a few boyfriends too, the kind who… well… have sex with. But it’s never been as good as I imagined. I think I’ve loved them, but I’ve never been able to find someone who makes me happy. Just like you said, I still feel very lonely. Sometimes I think it’s my fault that I can’t truly connect with someone on a deeper level, which makes me feel so alone.”
After saying this, Miranda suddenly blushed and said shyly, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m talking about this!”
Julie said to Miranda, “What’s there to be afraid of! Everyone in this room genuinely cares about each other, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said, we’re already friends. As friends, we can talk about anything! No one will laugh at you, we’ll only support you, because that’s how true friends are.”
“Julie is right, sister!” Roger continued. Suddenly, as if a deep dam had been opened a crack, the long-suppressed feelings hidden deep within Roger’s heart surged to the surface through that tiny crack. Roger looked at his sister, and only now did he realize how deep his love for her truly was!
He could barely control himself, a surge of emotion welling up within him, a desire to release all his feelings and emotions.
Looking into Miranda's eyes, Roger grasped her hands tightly, and said excitedly, "Miranda, ever since I can remember, it's always been you and me. Mom and Dad rarely have time for us, at least not when we need them. Without you, my life wouldn't be even half as good as it is now; I'm sure I'd be much lonelier. You've always been my little sister, but you're also my best friend, sometimes even my only friend."
"When we were little, if you had a nightmare, you would always come to me for comfort. I was always so proud of how much you trusted me. Sometimes, after a nightmare, or when I had a problem I didn't know how to handle, having you by my side always made me feel a little better. Back then, we always cared for and supported each other, always sharing everything. We never had any secrets; we talked about everything."
“Now, sometimes I feel sad because we’re not as close as we used to be.
Since I started college, we haven’t been able to live together every day, and we’ve started going down different paths in life. That’s the beginning of the unhappiness. Miranda, I don’t want to lose what we had in the past. I wish I could talk to you about our lives again, about everything again. I wish you could feel the same way I do! I love you, Miranda, really, I love you!”
Tears began to stream down Miranda’s face. She stood up, and Roger stood up with her. Miranda opened her arms and hugged Roger tightly, pressing her face against his chest, and murmured, “Oh, Roger, I love you too! I’m so glad you can tell me how you feel. You are the best brother God could give me. The main reason I chose to go to the same college as you is because I miss you terribly when you’re not home. You always take good care of me and protect me. I love you so, so much!”
Roger also hugged his sister tightly. In response, Miranda hugged her brother even tighter. Their eyes were filled with tears. Julie was also moved by the siblings, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She stood up and joined in the embrace.
After expressing his love for his sister, Roger felt a great sense of relief. He was also surprised that, despite having only known Julie for a few hours, he could feel love for her growing within him.
Finally, the three of them broke free from their embrace and returned to their seats.
“Don’t worry about not finding your other half. Neither of you has done anything wrong,” Julie told Roger and Miranda. “You will eventually find the one destined to be with you.”
As she spoke, a longing shone in Julie’s eyes, as if she were recalling a past memory: “Yes, I’ve experienced it firsthand. It was an incredibly beautiful feeling! Even now, I can’t forget the scene and the feeling.”
Miranda asked curiously, “Back then? Did something happen? Why aren’t you with him now?”
“Alas, he passed away a few years ago,” Julie said sadly.
“Oh my God, poor Julie, I feel so sorry for you. What happened to him?” Miranda looked at Julie with great sympathy, but couldn't help asking.
“I already told you, he died of cancer.”
“No, you only told us that your father…” Miranda paused, suddenly realizing the implied meaning in Julie's answer, but it was something she couldn't believe. She hesitated, then asked, “You mean…?”
Julie, of course, understood the meaning in Miranda's question and her surprise.
“You guessed right, my father and I were lovers,” Julie said succinctly but firmly. Her answer left Roger and Miranda speechless.
Julie looked at them. “You said I could talk about anything, didn't you?”
“Yes, of course,” Roger quickly replied. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be so surprised, because it really sounds unbelievable. We can talk about anything, don’t worry, we’re good friends now.”
“How did it all start? Did your father harass you?” Miranda was clearly very curious about this topic and eagerly asked Julie.
Julie smiled slightly and said, “No, no, he didn’t at all. My father is the most loving father and the gentlest man in the world. He didn’t harass me; I seduced him in the beginning.”
Roger and Miranda were shocked again. However, this time they tried to hide their surprise and didn’t gape in astonishment as before.
Julie ignored their reactions and continued, “Often when people hear about incest, they think it’s sick and abnormal because most incest isn’t caused by genuine love but by power. Incest is often committed by the dominant member of the family, using their advantage over the younger or weaker member. What excites them isn’t genuine love with the weaker party, but the control and torment of them.”
Julie went on, “If they truly loved someone, they wouldn’t torment them because they know it would hurt them. This kind of incest is completely wrong and shameful! I absolutely hate people like that.”
“But there are different examples, though small in number, they do exist. In these cases, family members genuinely love and care for each other, even having a strong desire to further explore and develop their love. They yearn to be intimate, like any other couple. In these situations, both parties are mature adults, and it's consensual. This kind of incestuous relationship is beautiful, not at all morbid or abnormal.”
Julie’s eyes brightened, and her voice became increasingly excited. She added, “This kind of relationship is so beautiful, I'll never forget it!”
Julie looked up, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her gaze seemingly piercing through it, looking at the endless universe, clearly trying to search her memory for something. Roger and Miranda remained wide-eyed, staring intently at Julie. Even now, they hadn't fully recovered from the shock, because what Julie had said was simply too shocking for them.
Julie paused for a moment, looked away, glanced down at them both, and said softly, "The story between my father and me can't be explained in a few words. I imagine you have no interest in hearing it."
Roger's heart was stirred by Julie's story. He had to admit he really wanted to hear her tell the whole story from beginning to end, to learn more about this beautiful and charming woman. However, he didn't want to appear too eager, at least not in front of Miranda. Otherwise, Julie or Miranda might think he was too rude and impolite, or worse, vulgar and obscene.
While Roger was still hesitating, Miranda spoke up, pleading with Julie, "Please, Julie, please continue. I really want to hear the whole story of you and your father!"
Roger was so surprised by Miranda's words that he wondered if he had misheard. He turned to look at Miranda and found her staring at Julie with beautiful blue eyes that shone with a light he had never seen before—excitement, curiosity, and longing.
Julie smiled and placed her hand on Miranda's, gently stroking her. She glanced at Roger, and seeing he didn't object, continued, "Alright, since you don't mind listening, I'll start from the beginning. But it all starts with my sister. She was the first person in the family I slept with."
Roger struggled to smooth down the bulge in his shorts before Julie began her love story. But after hearing Julie's opening, his penis instantly became erect again. These words were truly novel to Roger, and his body aroused.
Roger felt embarrassed, because Julie was recounting her past, and he, as a friend, was inappropriately sexually stimulated. But the thought of Julie and her sister together was irresistible. He especially wanted to know if Julie's sister was as beautiful as Julie, and whether the two sisters looked alike.
To conceal his predicament, Roger grabbed a cushion, placed it on his lap, and pretended to lean against it, using his body to cover the bulge in his shorts.
Miranda, completely oblivious to Roger's actions, began to breathe rapidly and asked Julie curiously, "Your sister? Your sister had sex with you?!"
"Yes, that's right, it's my sister," Julie replied, then paused, gathering her thoughts before beginning her story.
“When I was eighteen, my sister Jenny came home for a while. She was twenty-two and had just graduated from college. She had found a job as a legal secretary, but the position wouldn't start for several months. Before she could start, she had no other income and couldn't afford to live in the city. My father told her she could come back and live with us until her job started.
Our father has always been very caring and loving towards his children.”
“My mother left us when I was six, abandoning my father and our family. This was a devastating blow to every family member, leaving deep emotional scars on each of us. Since then, my father has shouldered the dual responsibilities of both father and mother, wholeheartedly caring for his children. He is always there for us whenever we need him.”
“Not only my father, but everyone in our family has relied on each other, supporting one another through long and difficult years until we all grew up. Therefore, all members of our family trust and depend on each other, and our relationships are exceptionally close.”
"When Jenny came back, we had to share a bedroom, just like when we were little. There were four of us in our family: my father, my brother Jack, Jenny, and myself, but we only had three bedrooms." "
It was a happy thing for everyone that my sister was coming home. I'd always admired her and wished I looked more like her. She was smart, funny, and very beautiful. She had long auburn hair, deep blue eyes, deep red cherry lips, a full bust, and long legs. She was quite tall, about 5 feet 10 inches. I was the shortest in our family, only 5 feet 5 inches."
“Jenny and I can talk about anything between girls, and we often borrow each other’s clothes. We’re always having so much fun together, we have so much to talk about. But this time when she came back, something strange happened. She kept praising how well I’ve developed, how beautiful I am.
Really, she did it almost constantly. She always finds opportunities to hug me, massage me, and often stares at my breasts.”
Hearing this, Roger looked into Julie’s eyes, and if his face hadn’t already turned red, it certainly would now. As Julie told her story, her eyes gazed into the distance, as if she were in a dream world. She carefully recalled every detail of her youth, and the expression on her face showed that, with her words and memories, she was reliving those extraordinary experiences.
Roger and Miranda listened intently to Julie's story. Julie's descriptions were so detailed, it was as if they were instantly transported to Julie's world twenty years ago.
*** *** *** *** One day, I was changing clothes in my room when Jenny walked in. I was only wearing my underwear, my upper body bare. At first, I didn't pay attention, but soon I noticed Jenny staring at me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
She suddenly burst into tears, sobbing, "There's something I have to tell you."
I went to the bedside, sat down, and patted the spot next to me, gesturing for her to sit down. She slowly came over and sat close to me.
I asked, "What is it?"
Jenny hesitated for a moment and said, "When I was living at the college, I realized that I... I like... women. I found that only women can attract me."
I looked at Jenny in surprise, but I didn't sense anything amiss or anything else. Our father raised us to be very open-minded, accepting of any new ideas and perspectives. He taught us that everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyle, as long as they respect the rights of those around them and don't interfere with their lives. I was somewhat surprised by Jenny's words because I had never imagined two women together.
"Have you tried... I mean, have you had that kind of friendship?" I asked.
Jenny nodded. Only then did I realize how surprised I was that I had asked Jenny such a question.
Jenny replied, "At school, I've had those kinds of intimate relationships with other girls. The feeling of being intimate with girls is wonderful for me. Until then, I realized why I've never gotten along with other girls since I was little, except for you, of course. It's because I'm a lesbian, and I like other women. If I told Dad and Jack the truth, I really don't know what they would think."
At this point, Jenny started to cry.
I placed my hand in hers and comforted her, “They might need some time to accept this. But you know, they're both very understanding, especially Dad. As long as you're happy, they'll support you. I feel the same way.”
“I'm so glad you understand, Julie, thank you! But don't tell them yet, okay?”
“Of course, no problem! You decide when to tell others, not me.”
“Thank you, Julie!” Jenny looked down at the floor, sighed, and continued, “This isn't my biggest problem.”
“What? Not the biggest problem? Then what is your biggest problem?”
“No, the biggest problem is…” Jenny said, looking up at me. Her eyes were red, and her face showed pain. She gritted her teeth, as if it took a lot of effort to make up her mind, and looked at me, saying, “Ever since I came back this time, I… I started to… I started to be obsessed with you. I can't believe how beautiful you've become… I can't get you out of my mind!”
Jenny cried and collapsed onto the bed.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me! I know it’s wrong, but I can’t control myself, I can’t stop thinking about you,” Jenny sobbed, lying on the bed.
I was startled by Jenny’s words, and my nerves started to tense up. But to my surprise, my body began to feel excited. The thought of not only having sex with a woman, but with my dear sister, suddenly felt incredibly stimulating. The more forbidden something was, the more it seemed to arouse my sexual urges, making me feel incredibly excited.
Jenny was still crying, muttering apologies. I hugged Jenny and whispered,
“It’s okay, Jenny, don’t worry.”
Then, I showed her with my actions that I really didn’t blame her. I guided Jenny’s hand to my genitals, which were already overflowing with desire, my panties soaked.
Jenny looked at me with shock and confusion, unable to believe it was real. Then, a smile slowly bloomed on her face, spreading from the corners of her mouth to her entire face. I gazed at her, and the same smile appeared on my face at the same time.
Next, in our bed, Jenny began to guide me into a whole new world, letting me experience all the pleasure a woman can bring to another woman. At that time, I was no longer a virgin, but I had never had a real orgasm. However, Jenny did it; she brought me to an orgasm I had never experienced before. This was the most incredible and exciting sexual experience I had ever had.
For the next month, Jenny and I made love almost every day; we were as happy as if we were in heaven. Unfortunately, good times don't last forever, and the best days pass by quickly.
It felt like we were just beginning, but time seemed to jump to the day Jenny had to start work.
She found an apartment near her office and moved out of her home. Before leaving, she promised me that she would try to come home to see me as often as possible. However, as she gradually became busier with work, she found it increasingly difficult to find time to come back and be with me.
Without Jenny, I began to feel very lonely. Jenny showed me how wonderful good sex is, and I began to enjoy the pleasure and stimulation that intercourse brings. My body also began to crave more and more intense sex. However, my libido began to surge wildly, but Jenny left me. This intense sexual desire, often with nowhere to go, made me feel like I was in hell.
I even considered finding a new boyfriend, or even a new girlfriend, to change my situation. But as I repeatedly recalled everything about my time with Jenny, I gained a deeper understanding of myself. The real reason my sex with Jenny was so wonderful was because she was my sister, someone I had loved and trusted since childhood—this was the foundation upon which our bodies could harmoniously engage in intimate acts.
Of course, the idea of trying lesbian and incestuous relationships also heightened my excitement to some extent, and I began to enjoy the sinister nature and unique thrill of such relationships. That's why when Jenny told me she loved me, I so easily took the first step and began our special relationship.
As our relationship deepened, we both knew that our true love was the real reason our relationship was so beautiful. I deeply love my sister, and I feel comfortable and unrestrained with her.
I was sexually hungry; my libido was like magma surging beneath a long-dormant volcano.
Even so, I wasn't willing to just have sex with a stranger I neither loved nor who loved me. I knew that what truly satisfied me was sex filled with love and trust. That's why I started paying attention to Jack in the following days.
Jack was twenty years old then, two years older than me and two years younger than Jenny. He was tall, yes, the tallest in our family. He had jet-black hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, and a very strong body. Jack hadn't gone to college; after graduating from high school, he worked for a nearby landscaping company, so he always lived at home. Because of his long hours working outdoors, he was in great shape, with a beautiful physique and a very handsome face.
One day, I was feeling incredibly aroused at home. Just then, Jack came home from work, covered in sweat and his clothes were filthy. As soon as he got home, he immediately took off his dirty clothes and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. When I heard him turn on the tap and the water started running, I began to imagine his naked body covered in soapy foam.
My body began to heat up, and my genitals were already soaked. I couldn't take it anymore. I made up my mind, stripped off all my clothes, and walked naked into the bathroom, rushing straight to the showerhead and pressing myself against Jack.
Jack was initially startled, flustered by my naked body entering him. But his manhood immediately hardened.
"Jack, I need you! Really, I need you so much!" I said urgently.
But I hadn't lost all reason, and told him, "If you think this is wrong, or you can't accept it, you can refuse me. I'll understand your choice and leave immediately. But you need to know, I love you, and I need you so much right now."
Jack just smiled at me and then pulled me tightly into his strong arms. For the next whole hour, we made love under the shower. And for the rest of the night, we continued to make love passionately on my bed.
With my brother Jack, I rediscovered the feeling I had with my sister Jenny—that unforgettable, intense, exciting, fierce, and climactic sexual relationship. Jack and I were both unusually excited about our forbidden sibling relationship.
Afterwards, Jack told me that I was also very attractive to him, that he had been very attracted to me for a long time. However, he never did anything out of the ordinary for me, because he was afraid it would damage our friendly sibling relationship and might even hurt me.
He further told me that he had discovered the unusual relationship between me and Jenny, but pretended not to know anything, not wanting to interfere in our private lives. I was once again deeply moved by my brother's love for me, realizing it was just as deep as my sister's!
For the next year, Jack and I maintained an intimate sexual relationship. Occasionally, when Jenny came home, I continued to make love to her, though she was now busier and came home less often.
Jenny knew about my sexual relationship with Jack, just as Jack knew about my relationship with Jenny.
Despite this, the three of us got along peacefully, all satisfied with our complex relationship. We never tried a threesome because Jenny was only interested in women. But I'm different. Whether it's with my brother or sister, I enjoy the feeling of making love with them, meaning I have bisexual tendencies.
The only family member unaware of our secret is our dear father. He gave each of us enough freedom to decide our own paths in life. But he only intervened in our lives when we needed him, offering advice and support. His greatest concern was that when he had time, we could be with him, and that the family could be happy together.
I started attending a vocational school to study graphic design, while Jack continued working at the landscaping company. Jack and I continued living at home, maintaining our close relationship.
After a while, due to the success of Jack's company—primarily thanks to Jack himself—his company became increasingly famous and successful. Jack earned more and more money, and finally, he decided to move out and find his own place. He frankly told me that he had met a suitable woman, and they had started dating. Out of loyalty to her, Jack decided to end our relationship.
I was very saddened by Jack's decision. To make matters worse, when Jenny visited again, she told me that she had also started dating another woman, so she also wanted to end our relationship.
I'm completely devastated! When I was with Jack or Jenny, it fulfilled all my needs for romantic love. I think they weren't as fulfilled as I was; they needed more.
So, I'm all alone again. I started considering again whether to just have sex with anyone to satisfy my sexual desires. But my fundamental problem is still love; for me, trying sex without love is far worse than having no sexual partner at all.
Should I start looking for someone and try to develop love through the relationship? I thought about it, but then rejected the idea. Jenny, Jack, and I grew up together; our bond was deep, but even they eventually left me.
If I can't trust my own sister and brother, how can I trust a stranger I've only known for a short time?
When Jack left me, my emotions were in turmoil; I often cried for no reason, and I often felt incredibly lonely. At school, I couldn't concentrate on my studies, and the emotional trauma made me unwilling to participate in any social activities.
I'm not jealous of Jack and Jenny's current happiness, but I feel betrayed by them. They must have felt guilty too, because after we broke up, they secluded themselves in their own lives, rarely coming home to visit my father and me. And I, too, didn't want to see them anymore and never went to see them.
So, only my father and I were left at home. Looking back on that period, I realized that Jenny and Jack's departure, coupled with their infrequent visits, had deeply hurt my father. But at the time
, I was so absorbed in my own grief that I didn't notice. My father also sensed something was wrong then, often finding me crying in bed. He tried his best to comfort me, but because I wouldn't tell him what was making me unhappy, he struggled to offer any real advice.
Sometimes, I really wanted to tell him everything, even though he was the most understanding person I knew, but I was afraid of his reaction to the truth. Therefore, in front of him, I just cried and said nothing.
When he noticed me crying, my father would put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me and let me know he was still there for me.
At that time, my father must have been in great pain too, because he couldn't dispel my troubles, couldn't stop me from crying.
I remember when I was little, Jenny accidentally pinched my finger in a car door. Even though my finger wasn't broken, it hurt terribly. My father quickly got an ice pack and applied it to my hand, trying his best to comfort me and ease my pain.
What I remember most vividly is the tears welling up in his eyes and the extreme anxiety and sadness on his face as he watched me suffer. It seemed like he was in even more pain than if his own finger had been pinched in the car door. His anxiety and concern touched me deeply. Later, I forgot about the pain in my hand and started comforting him, telling him not to worry and that my finger wasn't seriously injured.
There are many similar examples. Whenever I am hurt, whether emotionally or physically, he is always there for me, making me feel warm and trusted. No matter what kind of injury, my father's love always makes me feel warm and dependent. With his love, I can recover quickly.
But this time, the situation is different. Unlike when I was a child and injured my finger, he couldn't apply ice to my wound, couldn't gently kiss it to soothe it, couldn't bandage it with medicine, and couldn't even make me laugh by making faces. This time, because of my silence, he didn't know how to comfort me or how to heal my sadness.
However, these difficulties did not stop him from trying. To make me stop crying and feel better, he would take me out for dinner, to the movies, or go shopping together, and even buy me small gifts. All of this helped me feel better to some extent.
I am grateful for my father's companionship. When I am with him, I no longer feel lonely and sad. However, when I am alone, I still cannot escape the clutches of loneliness, and my mood quickly falls into a slump again.
In the months after Jack moved away, I was depressed and almost unbearably so. Sometimes all I wanted to do was sleep, but other times I suffered from severe insomnia. During that time, the time I spent with my father was the only bright spot in my entire life.
One night, I was particularly depressed, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. My mind was filled with feelings of loneliness and isolation. I felt intensely that I needed comfort, I needed someone to be with me, otherwise, I would immediately break down…
In this world, there was really only one person I could turn to. I also knew that this person had never let me down, and would always give me the comfort I needed most when I needed him.
I got up from my bed, left my room, pushed open the door to my father's room, walked to his bedside, and asked him with tears in my eyes if I could sleep in his bed that night. I hadn't slept with my father since I was eleven years old, but now I desperately needed his company.
My father looked at me, hesitant and confused. But he saw my tears, knew I had just cried, and to avoid upsetting me, he held out his hands and nodded in agreement.
I climbed into his bed and pressed my back against his chest. All night, my father held my shoulders with his strong arms, constantly stroking my long hair, repeatedly telling me how much he loved me. He made me feel like I was back in my childhood, like a little girl safely nestled in his arms.
I felt safe, I felt supported, and I felt his love. My heart gradually calmed down, the loneliness and solitude began to disappear without a trace, and my mood improved. It had been a long, long time since I had felt so peaceful.
All night, I thought back to my father's care and concern for me; he had never let me down. I knew that my mother's departure had been a huge blow to him. Back then, I often saw his eyes red and dark-circled in the mornings. I knew he often suffered from insomnia, spending entire nights missing my mother.
Since my mother left, my father had never seriously dated another woman. He devoted all his time outside of work to us siblings; our happiness was his only pursuit.
It wasn't until the night I ran into my father's bedroom that I truly understood how terrifying loneliness could be. I also realized how terribly lonely my father had endured every night for so many years since losing my mother. Now, having experienced it firsthand with my older siblings, I understand how devastating the loss of a loved one can be.
When my mother abandoned my father and three children to run off with someone else, my father must have suffered immense pain. I don't know why my mother left him. Perhaps she thought that man was better than my father in some ways. My mother said she loved him very much, and that he was wealthy, while my father wasn't. Although my father earned enough to support our family in a stable and comfortable life, my mother was never satisfied with such a mundane existence.
After my mother left, she still kept in touch with us often, sometimes sending greeting cards and gifts, sometimes making phone calls.
But every year, she would forget one of our birthdays, or even Christmas. She once said that Jenny, Jack, and I could move in with her and her new husband if we wanted to, but we knew she always put her and her new husband first, and they would never take care of us like Father did. So, none of the three of us wanted to go with her.
The last thing I heard from Mom was that she was pregnant again, but I don't know if she later had a younger brother or sister because we never contacted each other again.
In the days that followed, I would occasionally think about how she was doing, but I didn't try to reconnect with her. I thought that if she still cared about us, she would contact us first, since she was the one who left us, not the other way around. But after she became pregnant, she never contacted us again, probably busy taking care of her new family.
After Mom left, Father became both father and mother, struggling to support the whole family on his own. He always did his best to meet our needs. In most cases, he was a very successful father.
Throughout my childhood, no matter what problems I encountered, no matter when I felt angry, depressed, or confused, he always helped me, supported me, and made me happy again. He also encouraged and supported me in pursuing my interests, such as art. Because of his encouragement, I went to university to study graphic design and later made a name for myself.
Many times, I feel my heart is filled with love for my father. That night, he held me all night, comforting me and whispering his fatherly love in my ear. My love for him deepened even more.
In my eyes, my father was a handsome man. He was tall, though not as tall as Jack, and his hair was dark black, but it was beginning to turn gray. He worked as a mail carrier, a job that kept him in good shape, with a strong and powerful body like Jack's.
My father's best feature was his dark brown eyes, which, to me, were the most loving eyes in the world.
When he looked at me or his other children, those eyes were full of love and care. I loved looking into his eyes; they were like windows through which I could see a warm world, eagerly drawing my heart into my father's soul.
Since that night, my heart had yearned to be closer to my father, to feel more deeply his complete love for me.
That night, I lay in my father's arms, surrounded by his gentle love, and finally, I peacefully fell asleep in his embrace.
The next morning, my father had to get up early for work. He tried to be as careful as possible, not wanting to disturb me. But I could still feel his every move. I pretended to be fast asleep, listening intently to his every sound.
Before he left home, he gently stroked my cheek a few times, his touch soft and full of love.
Then, he whispered in my ear, "Baby, I love you." And then he left for work.
Every movement of his was so sweet and gentle that tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time they were tears of emotion moved by his love for me. I secretly made up my mind that when my father came home today, I would take the initiative to take the first step and take our relationship to the next level. I lay lazily on my father's bed, breathing in the scent of him on the sheets and pillows, while planning my entire evening.
The scent of my father was still strong and sweet, deeply intoxicating me, and combined with the various romantic plans I imagined, my body slowly began to feel excited. My underwear was already soaked, and my body was caught in an inescapable lust.
I put my hand to my genitals, feeling the wetness of my underwear soaked with love fluid. I couldn't help but rub my genitals with my hand. At first, my hand was outside my underwear, but gradually, I felt it wasn't enough, and my hand slowly slid inside, directly to my vulva, rubbing and massaging my already highly aroused genitals.
My lust began to burn, and my whole body became extremely excited. I masturbated while fantasizing about my father.
I lay on his bed, inhaling his lingering scent, as if I could still feel his presence. My excitement grew, my body hardened, and I felt increasingly hot… Finally, unable to resist the intense stimulation of massaging my genitals, I quickly reached orgasm. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from my genitals, and my body trembled uncontrollably… This was the first time I had experienced such a powerful orgasm through masturbation.
After a while, when my sexual excitement subsided, I got out of bed and saw a large wet patch on the sheet beneath my buttocks, clearly caused by my vaginal fluid. I tidied my father's bed but didn't change the sheets, wanting my own semen to mix with my father's bodily fluids.
I wasn't worried about him finding it, because it would be completely dry by the time he came home that evening.
Even if he did find it, it didn't matter; perhaps deep down, I even hoped and expected him to find it. In the depths of my heart, it was a baptismal ceremony specially prepared for tonight.
After washing up, I quickly dressed and went to the store to buy ingredients for dinner. My plan was to prepare my father's favorite meal: a large beef rib steak, baked potatoes, and a fresh vegetable salad.
Back home, I spent considerable time getting ready, making myself look more attractive. I tied my hair up and applied appropriate makeup to enhance my allure. I wore a black strapless dress (a dress that always draws attention), perfectly accentuating the shape of my cleavage, and paired it with high heels.
By the time my father returned home in the evening, I had prepared dinner and myself. I tuned the radio to a soft rock station (upbeat rock music always makes for good background music), dimmed the lights, and lit candles on the table, instantly filling the room with a hazy, romantic atmosphere.
When my father entered, he was almost dazzled by my beauty. I embraced him warmly, kissed him hard on the cheek, and joyfully welcomed him home. Although my father was initially a little unaccustomed to my formal attire and the deliberate decorations in the house, he immediately cheered up when he saw that I was no longer sad.
He seemed even more pleasantly surprised when I served him the carefully prepared dinner. As we sat down at the table to begin our meal, my father asked with a grin, "What did I do today to deserve such good treatment?"
I replied with a smile, "I just think you're such a good father. You've worked so hard to raise me, it wasn't easy, and now it's time for you to be rewarded."
My father blushed, and I began to chuckle. My father is a shy and unpretentious person, but he always seems a little flustered when others praise him. He smiled, unable to find the right words to respond.
Taking advantage of this brief silence, I poured my father a glass of red wine. This wine was also carefully selected for him. My father never drinks much, but on special occasions, he still enjoys a few glasses of fine wine.
He raised his eyebrows curiously as he watched me pour him wine, knowing I never drank with dinner and wondering why I'd bought any today. However, he didn't ask, but simply picked up his glass, took a small sip, and savored the wine.
"Hmm… a very good choice!" Hearing my father praise the wine I'd chosen filled me with immense joy; it meant my carefully prepared dinner had a wonderful start!
When he ate the dishes I'd prepared, he began to loudly praise my cooking. Watching him enjoy the food, I felt as if the flavors had transported him to heaven.
He took a bite of the juicy steak, chewed it a few times, and slowly swallowed. Then his eyes widened, he swayed, and let out a very pleasant groan.
"Perfectly cooked, delicious!" he praised.
I always felt very happy when my father appreciated what I did for him. But watching him enjoy the dinner I had specially prepared for him so much today, seeing him eat with gusto, I felt the greatest joy I had ever experienced.
Throughout the meal, we chatted happily; my father told me stories of his youth, and I told him about some of my childhood pranks that had never been discovered. It was a truly delightful conversation, an adult talking to another, no longer a father and daughter.
At some point during dinner, we began holding each other's hands, a position we maintained until the end, gazing into each other's eyes as we talked. I sensed that my father was looking at me as he would at a beautiful woman, not as he would at a daughter. Being looked at like that by my father filled me with an incredible excitement.
When the radio started playing Reo Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling
," I told my father it was a good song, its melody perfect for dancing.
At first, my father didn't understand the implication in my words, so I had to be direct and say that it would be even more perfect if we ended this wonderful dinner with a dance.
He finally understood what I meant, stood up, and very gentlemanly invited me to dance with him.
Of course, I happily accepted his invitation.
In the center of the living room, we swayed to the rhythm of the music, and I began to revel in the feeling of happiness. My father held one of my hands in one hand and placed the other on my waist. We were very close, our chests pressed together, and my head rested on his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat, and gradually, it seemed as if our hearts were beating in unison with the music…
We embraced, and he wrapped me in his arms. I could feel the warmth emanating from him, like a comfortable blanket surrounding me, protecting me from the cold.
Thanks to my high heels, the height difference between us wasn't so great. While dancing, my cheek could be close to my father's cheek. To the soft strains of music, I slowly moved my lips closer to his, closer and closer…
Just then, the radio began to play a song:
“I never thought I could get this close,”
I said, pressing my lips to his. At first, I did it very gently, almost unintentionally. Then I started to press harder, slowly pushing my tongue into his lips, exploring his mouth. He gradually began to respond to my kisses, and slowly, we began to kiss each other passionately. Then, the song sang:
"Because I can't fight this feeling anymore
, I've forgotten what I was fighting for in the beginning.
Even if I have to crawl on the floor , I'll 　　come drushing
through your door to see you. 　　Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore." 　　(Translation: 'Soul Belongs' Collection (Chinese) Soul Belongs 　　Author 　　: angelomidhbel 　　Source: literotidb 　　Translator: dm5769 　　2003/11/18 - 2003/12/15 First published on: Lamb's Travels 2004/1/6 Collection published on Erotic Coastline) 　　Suddenly, as if awakened from a spell, my father's reason returned to his mind. He immediately pushed me away from his embrace. 　　"Oh God, what have I done?! Oh, Julie, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" he said, flustered and pained. 　　I laughed and said, "Sorry about what? I kissed you first." I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer and continue kissing him. 　　But he immediately pulled my arms away, backing away, and shouted, "Julie, no! We can't do this!" 　　"But I want to do it, I love you." 　　"Sweetheart, you're wrong. I love you too! But the love between us is father-daughter love. You've confused it with other kinds of love," he said firmly. 　　“Dad! I’m not wrong, this is the kind of relationship I want. I know how lonely you are, I know how much you’ve sacrificed as a full-time single father of three. Now that we’re all grown up, shouldn’t you go and find that lost happiness again? Being together can help us both find happiness.” 　　At this point, I decided to take a gamble and said recklessly, “I love you, Dad! Our love isn’t just father-daughter love. I know you love me too.” 　　It wasn’t a particularly big gamble. Since my body matured, I’ve become more and more like a mature woman. Several times I’ve noticed my father secretly gazing at my body with a deep, affectionate look, filled with admiration and desire, definitely not like a father looking at his daughter. But this look was always brief; his gaze would quickly return to normal. I could almost feel that after each time, he was blaming himself. 　　My father didn’t deny what I said, but what he said next still hit me hard. He said firmly to me, "Julie, no matter what you think, there can never be anything more between us. What I care about most is what's best for you. I won't allow myself to have any other relationship with you, not even a purely platonic one!" 　　Seeing my expression, perhaps feeling his words were too harsh, my father reached out and patted my head, saying softly, "All the happiness I need is to see you happy, to see you living happily with the right partner." 　　I didn't give up and continued to shout, "Don't you understand what I mean? In my heart, you are the one I've been searching for. I don't want anyone else but you!" 　　After shouting these words to my father, I suddenly understood and was completely certain that my father was the perfect man I had been searching for, the life partner who was perfectly suited to me. 　　I continued to pour out my heart to my father, hoping to move him: "You are the only one for me, the one I can rely on and trust throughout my entire life's journey. You are the one who will always be there for me when I need you. You are the only one I have complete trust in, the only one who loves me with all their heart and soul, and the only one who can fill the emptiness in my heart! Dad, my love for you only grows stronger with each passing day. Believe me, there is no one else in my love now, and there will never be anyone else in the future!" 　　"My sweetheart, you are still young. I believe that in the future you will definitely find another person who makes you feel this way. But that person will never be me." 　　I began to feel agitated and saddened that he wouldn't listen to me. I asked, “I can get everything I need from you. Why do you want me to find someone else? What’s wrong with us being together?!” 　　“People think this kind of relationship is wrong, for genetic reasons and cultural reasons. 　　And in today’s society, everyone thinks this kind of relationship is abnormal.” 　　I reminded him, “You raised me to adulthood and taught me from a young age to have independent thinking and not be swayed by the opinions of others in society. But now, why do you care so much about what others think?” 　　My father continued to retort, “I’m glad you’ve become a free thinker with your own opinions, but I’ve also taught you not to rebel just for the sake of rebelling. It’s foolish and ignorant to make risky decisions or form strange beliefs without understanding as many situations as possible. In most cases, society’s opinion is correct, just like in this case.” 　　Things didn’t go as smoothly as I had imagined. I began to sob, still refusing to give up: "How can societal opinions be correct? How can they forbid two people from loving each other? Why do you insist on believing in the idea of separating lovers?" 　　My father continued trying to persuade me, perhaps also trying to find reasons for himself, saying, "There are genetic risks associated with close relatives." 　　Before he could come up with more reasons, I immediately retorted, "What is the primary reason that brings two people together? Is it genetic compatibility or genuine love?" 　　"Of course, it's love. But we should also consider the risks of genetics, and the law." 　　"The law? Why didn't you think of the law in Jenny's case?" I began to become hysterical, feeling even more aggrieved by the unfairness of fate.

During her visit home when Jenny told me she wanted to end our relationship, she finally revealed her homosexuality to her father. He was understanding, especially when Jenny told him she had found the person she truly loved; he even blessed them. Of course, neither my sister nor I told him that I was her ex-lover.
I continued to vent my frustration: "You told Jenny that her happiness was your happiness, and you were so happy she had found someone she truly loved. I remember you even criticized those who opposed homosexuality. Why were you so open-minded about Jenny? Why couldn't you be the same way about me?"
I returned to my relationship with my father: "You don't need to worry about genetics. We can have a loving relationship without having children. We can take precautions; I'm using contraception now, and I can continue. That way, there won't be any risk of genetic transmission. If we truly love each other, and there's no legal precedent prohibiting two people in love from being together, what can stop us?"
I desperately wanted my father to understand my point of view and acknowledge that what I needed was what he needed.
But for the first time in my memory, my father was incredibly stubborn and unreasonable.
He pointed a finger at me and said, “It’s only because I’m still your father that I’m stopping you. Sometimes, I still know what’s best. Julie, I love you, maybe more than you can imagine. But it’s because of this love that I can’t allow myself to do anything that might hurt you. That’s enough for today!”
I could see in my father’s eyes that he was in extreme pain. I knew the reason for his pain was partly because he was denying his true feelings, but more so because he couldn’t bear the disappointment, hurt, and sorrow his rejection would bring me.
He hated doing this, but he still believed it was the only right choice. He clearly wanted to hurt me now to avoid causing me greater harm in the future. But what he failed to realize was that rejecting my love would inflict even more emotional trauma on me.
I cried bitterly, tears streaming down my face, unable to speak.
My father held my chin in his hand and gently wiped away the tears on my cheeks with the fingers of his other hand. He said with difficulty, "I love you, dear Julie, my baby! I'm so sorry, I can't grant you this request. I would do anything for you otherwise."
My tears were still flowing. I tried one last time to make my father understand my heart, but he stopped me, telling me he was tired and needed to go to bed. Then he hugged me, told me again that he loved me, and turned to walk towards the stairs.
After he left, I took a few minutes to calm myself down. Despite the need to clean the dining room and kitchen, I felt exhausted and completely empty. If I were to relive everything that had happened tonight, I would burst into tears again and utterly break down.
So I just quickly tidied up and decided to leave the rest of the work for tomorrow morning. About ten minutes later, I was almost done. I was almost numb at that point and barely remembered how I got upstairs.
(Translator's note: Most Western villas are two stories high, with the living room, kitchen, and dining room downstairs, and the bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs.)
The only thing I remember is that when I walked into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror, I almost screamed in terror. My face in the mirror was filled with horror; my makeup was a mess, covered in oil stains, my eyes and nose were red, my hair was a tangled mess, and I looked utterly terrifying, like a demon.
Before the initial shock had completely subsided, I began to feel depressed and dejected, and tears welled up again. I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, filled the sink with hot water, removed all the makeup, washed away the dried tears, and then dried my face. I let my hair down, combed it a little, and finally put on my pink long nightgown.
I went back to my bedroom, turned off the light, lay down on the bed, and curled up in the blankets like a fetus. I could hear the television in my father's room, so I knew he wasn't asleep yet. I tried to forget what happened tonight, but no matter how hard I tried, the events of the night kept replaying in my mind.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt how foolish, a failure, and pathetic I was.
I tried my best not to think about anything, but all sorts of thoughts flooded my mind like a torrent. I kept thinking that I had destroyed everything, that the only person I trusted had begun to hate me, and that from now on, I was destined to be even more lonely.
I lay in bed like that, tormented by these thoughts. An hour later, I still couldn't stop my overthinking, and it was getting worse. I don't know when, but I started crying again, my cheeks were burning, and my stomach was churning as I felt like vomiting. My thoughts were suffocating me, and I couldn't even tell what was going on in my head. However, I still knew clearly that the loneliness and solitude in my heart were more severe than ever before.
Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I got out of bed and carefully walked to my father's bedroom. I gently opened his door and went into his room.
I saw my father staring at the television on the bed, but judging from his expression, his attention wasn't on the screen at all.
He turned to look at me, opening his mouth as if to say something. Before he could, I reached out my hand to him, pleading helplessly, "Please, Dad! Please don't send me away..."
Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I continued to beg, "I don't care if you become my lover anymore, I just need you as my father. Please, I need you to hold me like last night, and tonight, I still need to lie in your arms. That's all I need! I can't be alone tonight. Please, Dad, let me stay tonight... just tonight!"
Finally, I begged my father almost hysterically.
My father pulled back the covers and opened his arms to me. I cried like a child, climbed onto the bed, threw myself into my father's arms, and burrowed into his blankets.
My father turned off the television, and the room suddenly went dark. My father held me tightly, just like last night.
“Oh… oh… baby, don’t cry. I won’t send you away… of course I won’t send you away…”
My father stroked my long hair as he gently comforted me in my ear, “You are my most precious angel. Whenever you need me, I will be by your side. I love you…”
My father gently repeated these comforting words in my ear, again and again. With my father’s constant soothing, I slowly stopped crying, and my sadness gradually disappeared… Finally, I calmed down and drifted into intermittent sleep.
At some point in the night, I woke up. My father’s arms were still around me, but he had stopped his gentle whispers. From his even breathing, I knew he was fast asleep. The memories of the entire night suddenly flooded back, and the pain felt like a fist pounding inside me. Tears welled up again, and I felt the world was truly unfair to me. Just because of what most people thought, couldn’t I be with the one I loved?
Perhaps many people thought the love between my father and me was wrong, but for myself and my father, this love was not wrong. When other people's views don't suit you, who cares what they say?
I turned around in my father's arms, facing him, gazing at his handsome face. Although the bedroom lights were off, there was still a dim light, allowing me to clearly see the contours of my father's face. I looked at him, my heart overflowing with love for him once more. What a good man he was; everything he did was to protect me from harm. I could be sad for many reasons, but I should never be sad for what my father had done for me.
I gazed silently at my father's face, and time seemed to stand still. It felt like an eternity, and I couldn't bear to look away from his face. My love for him continued to swell within me, a desire to kiss him rising within me. This desire grew stronger and stronger, and when I could no longer suppress it, I thought, I'll just kiss him, just once.
I lifted my head and kissed my father's lips. Then, I kissed him again, and then again… I kissed him harder and harder, with increasing passion. My cheek rubbed against my father's cheek, feeling the stimulation from the stubble on his face (he shaved every morning).
I inhaled the strong masculine scent emanating from him, and as I continued to kiss my father, my body felt excited and aroused. The more I kissed him, the more intense the kisses became, and it felt as if a fire had been lit within me, burning ever brighter…
My father began to respond to my passionate kisses in his sleep. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he began to reciprocate. My hands caressed his entire body. The sensation of touching his body, his scent, the taste of his mouth—all of this fueled my desire, making the fire within me burn ever hotter, my body growing ever hotter.
My hands, which had been caressing my father, began to slowly move downwards, across his bare, strong chest, past a patch of fine, silky chest hair. My hands continued downwards, passing over his flat, firm abdomen, finally reaching his groin. I could feel my father's penis through his shorts, feeling it was as hard as a rock.
I slipped my hand inside his shorts, grasping my father's firm penis in my hand. My father's penis was larger than I had expected; I held it in my hand, carefully feeling its temperature and hardness. As I held it, I began to fantasize about the pleasure it could bring me. Soon, I slowly stroked my father's penis up and down with my hand, savoring the pleasure transmitted to my hand from the bulging muscles on it.
I gradually lost myself, the flames of desire within my body making me almost forget everything. All that remained in my heart was the most primal human desire, the only thing I wanted to do was to connect with the man in front of me in the most intimate way.
I needed him to enter my body, and now, the sooner the better!
I pulled my nightgown up to my full breasts, revealing my bare breasts and already erect nipples, adjusted my body slightly, and continued to pull the nightgown up, taking it off over my head and throwing it on the floor. Then, I reached for my already soaked underwear and slowly pulled it down along my thighs.
I gently pulled my father's penis out of his shorts, pushed his shorts down a bit, then lifted myself up to face my father, straddled him, and then slowly lowered my hips down.
Finally, I suddenly felt the tip of his penis touch my already wet vulva. The sudden stimulation made my whole body tremble involuntarily.
I paused for a few seconds, reached out and grabbed his penis, using my hand to guide it, adjusting my hip position so that my vagina was aligned with the erect penis. Then, I slowly pressed my body down, feeling his penis gradually part my labia, slowly entering my vagina, slowly filling my vagina and my heart… Finally, my father's penis was completely inside my body, submerged in the middle of my vagina.
The stimulation inside my body made me want to shout, but my father was still asleep, so I forcibly controlled myself, biting my lip, only occasionally letting out a few soft moans.
At this moment, my father must have been having a wet dream; he also occasionally moaned and occasionally murmured meaningless words.
I bent down, my breasts touching my father's chest, my long hair falling on his face. When my lips touched his lips, I began to kiss him again, and then, my kisses became more and more forceful and intense.
During this time, my father's penis remained deeply inserted inside me, my vagina tightly gripping it, feeling completely full. The sight of such a massive penis inside my vagina sent waves of excitement through me.
I began to move my body while kissing him, and with each up-and-down motion, I felt his penis slide along the vaginal walls. At first, my movements were slow, but gradually, they quickened.
Each time his penis penetrated deep into my body, I felt a surge of excitement emanating from around and to the bottom of my vagina, like a fire burning my body hotter and hotter.
With each movement, the pleasure slowly accumulated within me. As my movements quickened, the stimulation inside my vagina intensified, and with my tongue and my father's tongue constantly kissing, the pleasure within me grew stronger and stronger, until I felt like I was about to explode.
As my movements became more intense, the words my father murmured began to take on meaning; I knew he was waking up from his sleep.
Finally, he opened his eyes, saw me on top of him, and cried out in shock, "No, we can't do this!"
At the same time, my father tried to push me away, but I quickly grabbed him, covering his remaining words with a more intense, passionate kiss.
Tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my father's face. I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes, and said, "Please, don't stop! Dad, I need it, I need you! I love you so much, you are my only one, my love for you is so, so deep!"
Then I lowered my head again and kissed him passionately, with all my might.
At first, his lips remained tightly closed, continuing to resist the intrusion of my tongue. I kept repeating in a muffled voice, "I love you... I love you..."
Gradually, I began to feel his penis slowly hardening again (just now, although he couldn't pull his penis out of my vagina, it had softened somewhat due to his surprise).
A moment later, I heard him whisper, "I love you too..." At first, his voice was soft, but soon it grew louder: "Oh, baby, how much I love you!" Then he grabbed my arms with his strong hands, his penis still inside me, and flipped us over so he was on top.
My father pulled his penis out and aimed the tip at the entrance of my vagina again. He leaned down, his face close to mine, his eyes wide, staring intently into mine. He remained motionless for a moment, like a statue. Then, in a gentle but firm voice, he asked, "Are you really sure? Are you really sure this is what you want?"
I suddenly felt an emptiness inside me, a desperate longing for my father's penis to be inside me again, like a drowning person craving air. I looked into his eyes with the same focused gaze and said,
"Oh my God, yes,"
I gasped, "I'm more certain than ever! I love you, I need you inside me!
Without you, I'll suffer for the rest of my life!"
His bright brown eyes shone as he gazed into mine, filled with love and a burning desire.
He began to press down, the tip of his penis parting my labia again, slowly squeezing into my vagina, gradually penetrating deeply inside me. I arched my back, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper, the intense pleasure making me scream.
"I love you, I love you!" my father said, kissing me passionately and unrestrainedly. "Baby, you are my everything! I want you too, baby, nothing can surpass my love for you!"
"I love you, Daddy!" I responded.
"I love you, baby!" he continued to shout, his body moving back and forth, his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. My juices flowed more and more, the friction between his penis and the vaginal walls making a squeaking sound.
With each thrust of our bodies, our bodies felt closer and closer, our sensations more and more excited, our souls more and more intertwined.
I felt tears falling on my face, and looking up, I saw hot tears streaming from my father's eyes. We kissed, our faces pressed together. Our tears mingled, as if our spirits were merging, and at the point where our bodies were joined, my vaginal fluids mingled with the liquid flowing from his penis.
In that moment, we were united as one. Two people who had been lonely and desperate had become one, and the feeling of loneliness had long been cast aside.
I wrapped my arms around my father's back, pulling him tightly into my arms, while he thrust his penis deeper and deeper into my body...
My father began to caress my breasts, and wherever his hands touched, they brought me pleasurable sensations. When he touched my highly sensitive areas, the pleasurable stimulation was ten times stronger.
He put his already hard nipples in his mouth, sometimes gently sucking on them, sometimes lightly biting them.
The pleasure from my nipples was so intense that I felt my body swell up, as if it were about to burst through the confines of my skin.
The pleasure inside my body grew stronger and stronger. Just as I began to feel I couldn't bear it any longer, the climax began to form inside me, slowly intensifying...
My father continued to thrust rhythmically back and forth, his penis being pulled out of my vagina and then pushed deeper with each movement. I felt his penis penetrating deeper and deeper, and my whole body began to stiffen, knowing I was about to climax.
I told my father I was coming, and he said he was too.
My father forcefully pushed his huge, hard penis deeper into my body, stretching my vagina even wider. I squeezed my legs tightly together, the inner walls of my vagina clinging tightly to his erect penis. I felt the tension from his penis, as if it were about to burst.
We held hands tightly, feeling our bodies reach their peak.
My father finally couldn't hold back any longer; his penis began to tremble, then his body shuddered, and his penis began to ejaculate at the bottom of my vagina. As my father began to tremble, I also reached my peak, my whole body began to spasm, my mind was highly excited, entering a state of frenzy, and my vagina gripped his ejaculating penis even tighter.
My father and I both started shouting, as if trying to squeeze every last breath out of our lungs.
The feeling was one of pure ecstasy, pure joy. My father's penis continued to ejaculate, and my vagina kept squeezing it, enticing it to release even more. My vagina was filled with my father's semen, and wave after wave of intense orgasms spread through my body… After the intense climax, we were both exhausted. My father remained on top of me, and my vagina continued to cling tightly to his penis. Undoubtedly, this orgasm was the highest point of all the sex I had ever experienced.
My father, exhausted, gently lay on top of me. My hands continued to hold him, keeping his penis inside me. His penis, now limp, was still hard, but I didn't want it to leave my body. The feeling of being connected to my father filled me with immense pride, making me constantly aware of his penis's presence, truly feeling that it now belonged to me.
We remained in the lovemaking position, lying on the bed, breathing heavily, our bodies covered in sweat, tears, and vaginal fluid. We pressed ourselves together, savoring the afterglow of our intense climax. I wished time could stand still, making this moment eternal…
After a long while, my father began to kiss my neck gently and gracefully, his lips slowly moving upwards. As I felt his warm breath on my ear, I heard him whisper in my ear, “I love you so much, my dear, I’m so happy to have you! My only hope now is that you will never regret it!”
I immediately and firmly replied, “I promise you, I will never regret it!”
Then, my father’s bright eyes looked directly into mine, and he said softly but resolutely, “I know it’s wrong for a father to fall in love with his child. But I’m telling you now: you are the one I love deeply!”
As he spoke, his face remained serious, then a smile began to spread slowly from the corners of his mouth across his entire face, gradually dispelling the seriousness. I began to laugh happily, and he laughed along with me.
We laughed together for a long time, until his expression returned to calm. He stroked my long hair as he said, “To be honest, you’re not only my daughter, but also my true love!
My love for you is mad, as deep as the ocean. My love is unquestionable!”
He continued, “You’re right, my love for you didn’t begin tonight; it’s been a long time. As you began to mature, I watched you grow up, becoming a perfect woman. Seeing you grow into such a beautiful woman, on one hand, I was proud of my daughter, and on the other hand, I began to secretly fall in love with you.”
“But I hid my feelings, refusing to admit I had such thoughts, because I didn’t want you to be hurt, not even a little bit!” He paused, then continued, “Back then, I thought you needed me as your father, and I needed to play that role for the rest of my life, without letting you know my love for you. At the time, I believed this was the best choice for you.”
“Just as you know, no matter how hard I try to hide my love for you, even if I refuse to admit it deep down, I still unconsciously let it show. And you, as you said, have discovered my secret from my every move. I’m so happy to know that you love me too. Tonight you made me feel how much you need me. And I can’t hide my feelings any longer, you know how much I need you too!”
His voice rose, becoming somewhat agitated, “What I want to say is… Julie, my life belongs to you! I don’t know how long you need me, but until you leave me, I belong entirely to you, to you with all my heart! I only pray that you will never regret it, never blame me for not stopping you today!”
“No! I will never blame you,” I said urgently. “And I will always need you! If I could marry you right now, I would marry you now and let us be united forever. I told you, you are my only one, and no one else can take your place in my heart! I… I just hope that you will never drive me away again.”
“Not now, and never in the future!” My father gently took my right hand in his, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back of my hand deeply.
“I now swear to you with my soul, my vow is a husband’s solemn vow to his wife:
I hereby offer you our deepest love and our covenant! I believe that although our covenant is not written on paper, it is just as strong, more unbreakable than any marriage certificate. No matter what happens in the future, in my heart, I will always regard tonight as the moment we officially become husband and wife, the beginning of two independent souls uniting! Although our union is spiritual, from this moment on, you are my wife, and my soul belongs to you forever!”
I was so moved that I couldn’t speak, my throat felt like it was blocked by something, and I felt suffocated. I love this man, not because of who he is, but because of who he is. Yes, biologically, he is my father. But in terms of my love, he is no different from anyone else. The only difference is that, because of our father-daughter relationship, I could live with him from a young age, giving me ample time to understand what kind of person he is.
Finally, I managed to find my voice again: "Throughout my life, I have loved you. I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. With you, I have found strength, friendship, joy, and happiness, and most importantly, I have found love. I swear to you with my heart and soul: from this moment on, you are my husband, and my soul belongs to you forever!"
"My dearest, you make me so happy, how much I love you!" My father looked at me, beaming with joy, his face radiating a genuine smile and happiness. I could imagine that my expression was the same as his.
I replied, "I love you deeply too!" And so, we began to kiss passionately again, celebrating the union of our souls in the most direct way.
As our kisses grew more passionate, I began to feel the penis still inside me slowly hardening again. I gasped excitedly and said to my father, "Oh God...it's hard again so quickly!"
"It's your love that made it come back to normal so quickly!" my father replied with a smile.
We began to immerse ourselves once more in the joyful ocean of sex. Unlike last time, we weren't in a hurry this time, leisurely enjoying and savoring every moment of pleasure. We joyfully explored every part of each other's bodies, our entire being completely intertwined... This was our wedding night. Regardless of what others thought, in our hearts, we knew that from that night on, we were husband and wife.
A bright flash of lightning streaked across the window, illuminating the interior of the room. Immediately afterward, a deafening clap of thunder roared across the roof, so loud and piercing that Roger, Miranda, and Julie jumped in fright, huddling together tightly.
Before this, Julie's story had deeply immersed the three of them in the past twenty years. Julie was lost in her memories, recounting them in a gentle, flowing voice, while Roger and Miranda listened intently, their emotions rising and falling with her story. Only then did the thunder pull them back to reality.
Miranda was clearly the most frightened. As Julie told her story, she had slowly moved closer to Roger. With the sound of thunder, she jumped up, clinging tightly to Roger, as if seeking refuge from the shock in his arms. Roger was also startled, but he remained calm, embracing Miranda tightly to convey his composure to his sister. After a while, Miranda began to relax in Roger's arms.
After the three of them calmed down from the shock of the thunder, Julie coughed, took a big gulp of beer to clear her throat, and sighed, "I don't know how I ended up rambling on like this; it's never happened before. I've never told anyone my story before. I felt an instant connection with you all, and I felt you could listen to my innermost secrets. I just hope I haven't offended you."
Miranda left Roger's embrace, went to Julie, and hugged her tightly, both of their eyes filled with tears. Roger also came over and joined the hug to show his support for Julie, saying, "Julie, I'm so honored that you trusted us and told us your innermost secrets!"
"Me too, you told a very touching love story," Miranda added.
"Thank you," Julie said, wiping her eyes.
“Julie, from your story, I feel that your father is a very good person, no wonder you loved him so much. I can understand why you fell in love with him, and I understand the choice you made back then. Regardless of whether he was your father or not, your relationship was beautiful.” Miranda shared her opinion, then asked, “And then what happened? What happened between you, your father, your brother, and your sister?”
Julie replied, “Well, not long after I got back together with my father, I told him about what happened between Jenny, Jack, and me. He was very unhappy at first; he thought Jenny and Jack had taken advantage of me. I told him that it was all consensual between Jenny and Jack, and they didn’t force me. My father, considering our relationship, wasn’t so angry anymore, but he still couldn’t forgive them for abandoning me in the end. Only then did my father understand why Jenny and Jack didn’t come home often.”
“From that night on, my father and I lived together. We were a perfect match, almost flawless.
We were so happy to be together; it was exactly what we needed at the time!”
“Right after I graduated from university, we moved to another town, and I started working as a freelance artist, holding various jobs at different companies. In my spare time, I devoted myself to oil painting.
Although my oil paintings weren't very successful, as a professional graphic designer, I kept getting better jobs and becoming more and more famous. My father also went back to his old job at the local post office. In this town, we lived together like a husband and wife. People around us didn't know about our father-daughter relationship; they just thought we were a normal couple. Life was peaceful and beautiful then.”
“We would occasionally receive letters from Jenny and Jack. Because they were both busy with their own lives, they rarely wrote to us. We were invited to two of their weddings. Even when we saw them at the weddings, they kept their distance from us. I guess they might have sensed that my relationship with my father was unusual, but they never brought it up. I think they probably saw that we were happy together, so they were happy not to bother us.”
"For the next ten years, my father, who is now my husband, and I lived a very happy life. Then I decided to take the risk of having a child for him. Maybe my idea was foolish, but I really wanted our love to have a happy ending, and for our lives to be more complete and fulfilling with a child. Despite the genetic risks, I decided it was worth the try."
"So I stopped using contraception. However, I still couldn't get pregnant. After several medical tests, the doctor told me that I could never get pregnant."
Julie's voice turned low again. Roger could tell this was another painful memory for her. Julie paused, took a sip of beer, and continued, "This was another heavy blow to me. But thanks to my father's help, I've recovered. At least, I still have the people I love, and our relationship is still happy and sweet. We're enough together without children."
Julie's expression began to show pain. "Unfortunately, my father fell ill shortly afterward. One day, after a checkup, he returned home and told me he had cancer. I was devastated when I heard the news. For the next five years, he battled the disease, undergoing countless surgeries, chemotherapy, and various medications..."
"His condition fluctuated. Sometimes he seemed to have overcome the illness, but other times it seemed as if the disease had completely defeated him. But until the very end, I maintained my optimism and believed he would pull through. However, the final moment finally arrived, and we both sensed that the disease would soon take his life. That period was the most difficult time of my life, but I knew I had to remain strong for his sake." "
On his deathbed, my father told me that he wished he could have spent more time with me, but he was already very satisfied that God had given him the time we had together. If he had to choose again—whether he could live to be a hundred but not have me—he would make the same choice without hesitation: always choose me."
“My father passed away about three years ago.” Tears welled up in Julie’s deep brown eyes again, rolling down her cheeks. Miranda, also weeping with sympathy, embraced Julie.
“I saw Jack and Jenny again at my father’s funeral, along with their respective families. They didn’t say much to me, as if we were strangers. I’m sure neither of them ever revealed our relationship to their loved ones. I had genuine feelings for both of them, and I cherish those experiences, but for them, those feelings are now taboo, something they never want to talk about again.”
“After my father’s funeral, I felt incredibly lonely. This was the last thing my father wanted before he died.
He told me he didn’t want to die, not out of fear of death, but because he worried I would feel lonely and helpless after he was gone.”
“He made me swear that after his death, I would continue on my own path and not succumb to despair. He said that when he died, our contract would end, he would release my soul and return it to me, and finally, he wished me to find someone I could love soon, and not let memories of him hinder my future life.”
“Since my father passed away, I’ve tried to keep my promise to him. But it’s so difficult. All my love is for him, how could I so easily find someone to replace him?”
Roger held Julie’s hand, hoping to offer her some comfort, and said, “Perhaps you shouldn’t try to replace him. You should keep him in your heart forever. That doesn’t prevent you from loving other people, does it?
I believe every love is unique. Your love for your father was unique, and you can never find the exact same love again. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find love, joy, and fulfillment in others. As long as you meet the right person, you can absolutely find love again, even if it’s a different kind of love, it will still make you happy.”
Julie wiped away her tears with a tissue, smiled, and said to Roger, “Roger, thank you for your advice. I’ve had the same thought, but I haven’t met anyone suitable yet. I even started to think that I would never meet anyone again… and then, I met you all here.”
Julie’s face suddenly flushed with shame. Roger, seeing Julie's blushing face, found her expression both innocent and sexy, and thought to himself, "She's so beautiful, so captivating."
Julie, blushing again, continued, "Please forgive my frankness, but the moment I saw you two, I felt a connection between us. We've only known each other for a few hours, but it feels like we've known each other for years. In my heart, I even feel like I've fallen in love with you both."
Roger felt his heart pounding for Julie; he felt the same way.
Before he could even figure out how to express himself to Julie, Miranda spoke his mind:
"I think, no… I know, I love you too, Julie! Even though we've only known each other for a few hours, besides Roger, you're already the person I know best in this world. You've shared your secrets with us, and you've let me understand your emotional world. Julie, like you, I feel like I'm falling in love with you too!"
As Miranda spoke, Julie and Miranda gazed into each other's eyes, their eyes filled with passion. After a while, Roger was astonished to see Miranda and Julie begin a passionate and intense kiss.
Roger stared at the sensual scene before him, almost unable to believe his eyes. He felt an unprecedented surge of excitement; his heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of his throat. His entire body felt like it was being electrified, stiffening and trembling. Needless to say, his penis hardened once more, as hard as a rock.
At that moment, Roger didn't know what to do. Beside him, two women were passionately kissing—one his sister, whom he had known since childhood, the other someone he had only known for a few hours. Now, Roger truly believed that these two women were the two people he loved most in the world… and they were right in front of him, kissing each other passionately and intensely! What a thrilling sight… Roger sat there, still reeling from the shock, when things got even more interesting.
Miranda stopped kissing Julie, turned her head, her eyes half-closed, still immersed in the stimulation of the passionate kiss.
Miranda looked Roger up and down a few times and asked, "Are you hard again?"
Roger didn't know what to say, so he silently nodded.
Miranda demanded, "Let me see!"
Miranda's words were like a stronger electric current coursing through Roger's body. Roger shuddered, his mouth uttering uncertainly, "Huh?! What?"
Julie began kissing Miranda's neck from behind. Miranda reached out, running her hand down Roger's thigh to his groin, gently rubbing the bulge in his shorts, saying, "I want to see your penis… I want to see my brother's erect penis!"
Roger couldn't believe what his sister was saying: "Miranda? What did you say?"
Miranda looked into Roger's eyes with her bright blue eyes and said, "Roger, I've always loved you! Julie's story made me understand the feelings I've kept hidden for so long: I've always loved you. My love for you isn't just love for a brother, but love for you as a person. Julie set an example for me, giving me the courage to speak my true feelings now."
Julie stopped kissing Miranda's neck, wrapped her arms around Miranda, and began to listen to what Miranda was saying.
Miranda continued, “Roger, I love your smile, I love your sense of humor, and I’m captivated by the look in your eyes when you think I need protection. I love everything about you! I don’t know why, maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s the marijuana, maybe it’s the thrill of Julie’s story, but I’m feeling incredibly aroused right now. Right now, all I need is to be with the person I truly love!”
Miranda grabbed Julie's hand with her other hand and said, "I want to be with both of you!"
Roger sensed the desire emanating from Miranda and realized he felt the same way; his own desire was swelling intensely. He turned to Julie, hoping to get her opinion.
Julie understood the question in Roger's eyes. She told him frankly, "I want that too, Roger. I've already said I've fallen in love with both of you, and now my sexual desire is burning. I haven't felt this excited and sexually hungry in a long time. But, Roger, it's up to you. I don't mean to force you."
Roger thought for a moment, then firmly replied, "Julie, perhaps we've only just met, but I feel as if I've loved you for a long time. Miranda, like you, I love you deeply, and I started loving you a long time ago. It's only today that I realize it." As soon as
Roger finished speaking, Julie cupped his head in her hands and began kissing his lips, as passionately and intensely as she had kissed Miranda earlier. At the same time, Miranda continued to caress Roger's body, and the three of them began to be immersed in a sea of desire.
Julie couldn't hold back any longer and gasped, "Let's go to the bedroom!"
Miranda agreed and stood up.
Roger was still in a state of excitement, hardly believing his good fortune. The two women each grabbed one of his hands and pulled him towards the bedroom.
Outside, the torrential rain continued to pound against the roof.
The large bedroom made a good impression; it was spacious, furnished with high-quality furniture, and decorated in peaceful colors like pale purple, light blue, and turquoise. The entire bedroom was exquisitely beautiful. A king-size bed stood in the center of the room.
The three of them tugged at each other, scrambling to climb onto the bed.
Miranda exclaimed, "I'm so impatient! I can't believe I've never looked forward to such a wonderful time as I do now!"
Julie, while pulling off her tank top, said, "Me too, let's get started!"
As Julie pulled her tank top up, her full and alluring breasts were immediately revealed to Roger and Miranda.
Roger's eyes were immediately drawn to Julie's breasts; his gaze was fixed on her chest, as if he were stunned. Before Julie took off her vest, Roger was already captivated by her full breasts, but unfortunately, the vest obscured their fullness. Even so, Roger had imagined the shape of Julie's breasts countless times in his mind.
Now, Julie's breasts stood proudly before Roger, and he could no longer look away. Julie's breasts were large and soft, looking like sweet fruit, with alluring rose-red nipples that stood erect in the center of wide areolas. The two full, large breasts slanted upwards from her chest, and due to gravity, the lower half of each breast had a beautiful, natural drooping curve.
Roger admired Julie's beautiful breasts to his heart's content, feeling boundless excitement. Finally, Roger couldn't resist reaching out and gently grasping one of Julie's breasts, beginning to tenderly touch it.
The sudden stimulation from her breast excited and thrilled Julie, causing her to tremble slightly. Julie's breasts were incredibly soft and warm. Every time Roger's hand touched her erect, stimulated nipples, both Julie and Roger felt a surge of excitement and arousal.
From the first time Roger saw Julie's full breasts, he had dreamed of one day touching them, and now his dream had come true so quickly. Roger ran his hands over Julie's breasts while gently kissing her.
Miranda joined in the kissing, this time choosing Roger. She pressed her face close to Roger's, her warm, wet lips brushing his cheek before kissing his lips directly. She extended her tongue, parting his teeth and exploring his mouth, passionately searching for his tongue.
Roger could hardly believe it was real; this was the first time they had ever kissed on the lips.
His sister's sensual lips and soft tongue excited and stimulated him. He continued to caress Julie's breasts while returning her kisses with the same passion. Roger and Miranda's lips were pressed together, their tongues intertwining and sucking.
Julie's hand tugged at Roger's shorts, whispering in his ear, "Show me your cock, show me your big cock!"
Hearing Julie's request, Roger's hand reluctantly left Julie's breasts, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his shorts. Julie pulled Roger's shorts and underwear down together, and Roger's large penis immediately sprang out from its confinement, stiff and erect, pointing straight at Julie. Julie exclaimed
, "Ah! My God, Roger, your thing is huge!"
Julie immediately grabbed Roger's erect penis and began to frantically stroke it. Roger immediately felt an intense stimulation from below; his head involuntarily tilted back slightly, his mouth half-open, his eyes closed, his whole body in a state of extreme pleasure.
"Oh, Roger, I love your cock! It feels so good in my hands!" Julie said as she stroked it, her hand moving up and down faster and faster.
Miranda watched Julie's movements intently. Julie looked up at Miranda and smiled, saying, "Your brother's thing is thick and big, really impressive. Want to touch it?"
Miranda nodded immediately. Julie removed her hand from the penis, gently took Miranda's hand, and pulled it to Roger's hard penis.
Miranda spread her palm, letting it rest against her brother's penis, then closed her fingers, gripping it tightly, feeling its warmth and hardness. Miranda's hand remained there, carefully savoring the sensations transmitted to her hand.
After a few seconds, Miranda gently closed her eyes, her hand slowly moving up and down, softly stroking the penis, a pleasurable expression on her face. Soon, Miranda became increasingly excited, her hand moving faster and faster, while her other hand went to her genitals, rubbing them through her clothes. She seemed completely captivated by her brother's penis.
Roger enjoyed the stimulation from the penis, moaning incessantly, showing his intense arousal.
Julie watched Miranda stroking Roger's penis, the visual pleasure stimulating her greatly and her own sexual desire rising. She placed her right hand on Miranda's hand holding the penis, and together they began stroking Roger's penis.
Miranda opened her eyes, looked at Julie, and while continuing to stroke Roger's penis with Julie's hand, said,
"I've never had sex with a woman before."
Julie asked, "Have you ever thought about it?"
Miranda nodded, "I've fantasized about what it would be like, but I've never tried it.
I have no experience at all, I think... I think you can teach me. Julie, you know, I love you, so I don't want to disappoint you."
Julie whispered to Miranda, "Darling, don't worry. You won't disappoint me, never. Neither of you will disappoint me!"
Julie used her free left hand to grasp Miranda's hand that was rubbing her genitals, pulled it to her chest, placed it on her breasts, and said to Miranda, "Miranda, touch them!"
Miranda gently caressed Julie's breasts, exploring them and occasionally playing with Julie's nipples. Touching another woman's breasts for the first time brought her a fresh sexual stimulation, making her even more excited and agitated. Miranda
continued this, using one hand to stroke her brother's penis while the other stroked Julie's breasts, completely immersed in the sea of sexual pleasure.
Miranda's hands were soft and boneless, completely different from Roger's strong, large hands. Her touch on Julie's breasts was soft and gentle, bringing Julie a different kind of pleasure.
The stimulation and pleasure from her hands stroking his penis and her breasts drove Julie wild. She was as excited as Roger, her head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-closed, her long, reddish-brown hair falling over her shoulders, and she moaned incessantly.
After a while, Miranda couldn't help but cry out, "I'm so wet down there... I'm so excited..."
Hearing this, Julie embraced Miranda and began to kiss her. As Julie kissed Miranda, her hands began to roam over Miranda's body, caressing every part of her. When Julie's hands reached Miranda's waist, she grabbed Miranda's t-shirt and began to pull it up.
As Julie pulled on Miranda's t-shirt, she asked, "Baby, do you like my breasts?"
Miranda answered forcefully, "Very much!"
"Can I see yours, sweetheart?" Julie asked, "I really want to see yours right now!"
Miranda stopped what she was doing and used both hands to pull the pink t-shirt off her head, then unhooked her black strappy bra from the front, letting it slowly slide down to reveal her breasts.
While Miranda's breasts weren't as large as Julie's, they were in no way inferior. Miranda's breasts were firm and full, with beautiful pink nipples and areolas, the entire shape round and slightly upturned, the outline very smooth and flowing.
Roger stared at Miranda's breasts, marveling at their beauty; it was the first time he'd seen his sister's fully developed breasts. He gazed at her chest, a longing to hold them in his hands.
"Oh… they're so lovely!" Julie exclaimed in delight. She reached out and gently touched Miranda's breasts. The moment Julie's hand touched Miranda's breasts, Miranda trembled.
Julie, experienced as always, knew how to caress a woman's breasts, where the erogenous zones were, and how to stimulate each area. Julie's hands skillfully roamed over Miranda's entire chest, sometimes caressing the two firm breasts, sometimes holding them tightly in her palms, and sometimes gently pinching the engorged nipples with her fingers.
Miranda felt waves of stimulation surging through her chest, constantly impacting her body. Miranda also continued to vigorously rub her genitals with her hands; the simultaneous stimulation of her upper and lower body made her moan with excitement, gradually entering a state of near-madness.
Soon, she felt her clothes were in the way, preventing her from directly touching her vulva. So she stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down, revealing black panties, her beautiful buttocks, and smooth thighs.
Roger licked his lips, greedily admiring Miranda from behind; her sister's buttocks looked so firm and round. Miranda quickly bent down, pulled off her jeans, threw them on the ground, then grabbed her panties, lifted her leg, and impatiently pulled them all down. Instantly, her body was completely naked, her beautiful curves vividly presented before Roger and Julie's eyes.
Julie also stood up, and like Miranda, took off her white shorts, revealing white cotton panties underneath. Then she took off her panties as well, revealing her full buttocks.
Roger watched Miranda and Julie's undressing performance intently. Every time Julie bent over to take off her clothes, her large breasts swayed before Roger's eyes, fueling his fantasies. Watching Miranda and Julie stand naked on the bed, Roger admired them while simultaneously masturbating, enjoying both visual pleasure and physical stimulation.
Miranda stood tall, her blue eyes blinking, her long, straight, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her figure was slender and elegant, her skin a healthy tan, smooth and delicate. Her body was incredibly alluring, with beautiful curves: teardrop-shaped breasts perched on her chest, a well-defined slender waist, high, rounded buttocks, and long legs. Miranda's vulva was also exceptionally captivating; the pubic hair around it was neatly shaved, leaving only a narrow strip of dark pubic hair above the vulva.
Without the obscuring pubic hair, Roger could clearly see his sister's vulva, already overflowing with lubrication, reflecting the light and making it even more alluring and suggestive. Roger had always thought his sister was a pretty girl, and now, seeing her naked body up close, he was even more convinced she was an extremely beautiful, sexy, and alluring woman.
Julie's body was different from Miranda's, but equally beautiful and sexy. Roger's first impression of her was that she was a pretty woman, but now, seeing Julie's naked body, he felt even more strongly that she was a first-rate beauty.
She was a traditional beauty, shorter than Miranda, but more voluptuous. Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, her alluring eyes revealed erudite wisdom, yet also sparkled with a joyful light, and her rosebud-shaped lips were sexy and extremely captivating.
Her whole body looked very soft; her oily body still had beautiful lines. Her breasts were large and alluring, her abdomen round and smooth, her waist broad, her buttocks full, and her arms and legs were fleshy, voluptuous but not fat. Julie's pubic hair was brown and not shaved clean like Miranda's, but it was neatly trimmed.
Julie exuded a mature aura, and Roger couldn't help but drool at the thought of making love with her. Thinking of this, he unconsciously squeezed his penis harder, continuing to stroke it.
The two women's beauty was natural, without any artificial traces. They were naturally beautiful, something Roger particularly admired.
Both were exemplars of beauty, possessing exceptionally beautiful appearances and bodies with all the advantages expected of their age.
The contrast between their physical characteristics was striking. Miranda was still a youthful beauty, a few years away from full maturity; her body was full of elasticity and vibrant life.
Julie, on the other hand, was mature and alluring. Although she was nearing forty, her body was still in its prime, radiating inner maturity and charm.
If Miranda was like a budding flower, then Julie was a fully blooming flower.
"My God, how beautiful you two are, how captivating!" Roger exclaimed, his penis growing even harder, trembling in his hand.
Miranda and Julie were overjoyed to hear their beloved's praise. They went to Roger's side, and Julie guided Roger to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, legs spread, so that Miranda could walk behind Roger. Julie knelt down, her head between Roger's legs.
Miranda said to Roger, "Brother, hurry up! Why are you still dressed? We're already naked!" As she spoke, she started to pull Roger's t-shirt off from behind.
"I was enjoying your performance; your excellent performance made me almost forget everything," Roger said with a smile, spreading his arms and raising them so that Miranda could pull the t-shirt off his head.
Julie had already pulled Roger's shorts and underwear down to his ankles, then down his socks as well. Roger was now completely naked.
Julie said to Roger, "From now on, you're part of the performance, you're part of it. Your little brother is mine now."
Roger removed his hand from his penis, and the erect penis fell back into Julie's hand.
Julie gently massaged his penis, then lowered her head and placed Roger's penis in front of her red lips.
She slowly extended her tongue, gently touching the tip of his penis. Roger's penis immediately felt the warmth and softness of Julie's tongue, and his body trembled involuntarily. Julie began by simply licking the tip of his penis with the tip of her tongue, then slowly and delicately licked the area around the glans.
Roger was immediately swept away by waves of pleasure, feeling how soft, moist, and warm Julie's tongue was.
"Mmm...sweetheart, your baby is so delicious..." Julie mumbled indistinctly as she continued licking Roger's penis.
She slowly licked from the glans down the shaft, then back up again, arousing Roger's increasing excitement. Next, Julie took the trembling penis into her mouth, her full lips tightly enveloping it, sucking on the glans while her tongue licked around it.
Roger immediately felt the warmth and moisture of Julie's mouth, the smoothness of her lips, and the softness of her tongue. Julie's head rocked back and forth, her lips constantly teasing Roger's penis.
With each head movement, more and more of the penis went into her mouth. Roger felt the tip of his penis touch the bottom of Julie's mouth; half of it was completely inside. Julie continued to rock her head, enjoying Roger's penis to the fullest.
What Roger found even more incredible was that he felt his penis gradually slide into a narrow passage, the glans being squeezed forcefully. He stared wide-eyed at Julie, realizing she had already inserted his penis into her throat; he couldn't fathom how her narrow throat could accommodate such a large penis.
Julie slowly lifted her head, pulling his penis out little by little, her full lips still tightly enveloping it. Once the glans was out of her lips, she took a deep breath, then slowly lowered her head, once again slowly inserting his penis into her mouth, pushing the glans a little deeper into her throat.
She repeated this incessantly, Roger's penis penetrating deeper and deeper into Julie's throat… With each deeper penetration, the pressure on Roger's glans and penis increased, and the temperature rose. Roger couldn't help but groan comfortably, his body relaxing completely back on the bed, fully enjoying the pleasure Julie was giving him. This was the best oral sex experience of his life.
Miranda sat beside Roger, her eyes glued to Julie's every move, her face gleaming with excitement. One hand covered her chest, sometimes grasping and squeezing her breasts, sometimes kneading her nipples; the other hand rested on her genitals, her fingers constantly rubbing various parts of her vulva, occasionally inserting them into her vagina.
Roger's face was almost pressed against Miranda's thigh, his eyes less than a foot from her genitals. He could clearly see his sister's neatly trimmed vulva and the neatly trimmed black pubic hair.
Miranda's vagina was constantly leaking lubrication, and her hands were constantly stroking her vulva and thrusting into herself. Roger could see Miranda's genitals glistening, incredibly sexy. This was the first time he had seen his sister's alluring vulva at such close range.
Roger reached out, first placing his hand on his sister's waist, then moving it up and down, caressing Miranda's smooth body.
Miranda trembled slightly with excitement at his touch.
Roger moved his hands to his sister's chest, alternately cupping and gently caressing her breasts. Miranda took Roger's other hand to her mouth, kissed her palm first, then put each finger in her mouth, gently sucking on them…
Roger moved his hand, which had been playing with her breasts, to Miranda's waist, gradually pulling her forward, gesturing for her to move onto his body. Miranda smiled knowingly, lifted herself up, knelt on the bed, spread her legs, and moved forward to be above Roger's face.
Roger's face was now directly facing his sister's vulva. His hands continued to caress her beautiful buttocks, his eyes carefully examining her genitals, his nose beginning to smell the alluring scent of her vulva, which was filled with love juice.
Miranda slowly lowered her body until her vulva touched Roger's lips. At that moment, Roger felt a warm, moist breath emanating from his sister's vulva, accompanied by an intoxicating aroma.
Roger stuck out his tongue and licked his sister's vulva, beginning to savor its taste. The sudden stimulation immediately made Miranda scream.
Roger licked his sister's vulva with abandon, sometimes sliding his tongue up and down along the opening, sometimes trying to separate the labia majora and minora and penetrate deeper into the vulva. Miranda's vulva began to flow with more and more love juice, and Roger didn't hold back, eating all of his sister's love juice in his mouth, the taste of which drove him even more crazy.
Roger's tongue worked harder, moving faster and faster. Sometimes his tongue licked up and down along his sister's labia majora and minora, sometimes he enveloped his sister's vulva with his mouth and sucked hard, sometimes he circled his sister's perineum with his tongue, and sometimes he tried to stretch his tongue out to the entrance of the vulva, rotating it constantly inside.
Julie remained focused on pulling Roger's penis out and back into her throat, the stimulation from Roger's penis becoming increasingly intense. To avoid ejaculating immediately, Roger tried to focus his attention on his sister's vagina, stimulating it in various ways. While Julie was giving him oral sex, he provided the same pleasure to his sister. As
his tongue roamed, Roger discovered Miranda's clitoris. He began to circle the small, protruding flesh with his tongue, sucking on it incessantly.
Miranda moaned excitedly, her vagina contracting repeatedly, and her clitoris continuing to swell. Roger continued to gently entwine his tongue around the erect clitoris, lightly pressing the tip with the tip and circling it. Then, Roger relaxed his tongue, gently flicking the tip of his tongue against his sister's clitoris.
Miranda's vagina contracted more intensely, her hands kneading her breasts more frantically, her body arching slightly forward in tension, and her moans growing louder.
She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, pressing her body down so her genitals were pressed tightly against her brother's face. Then, her hips moved back and forth rhythmically, her genitals rubbing against Roger's lips and tongue. At the same time, she kept moaning, "Oh, God! Oh, God!"
Roger also grabbed Miranda's buttocks, squeezing and kneading them... Miranda felt the stimulation inside her body growing stronger, and her vaginal fluids flowed more and more... Roger kept sucking on Miranda's vagina, which was covered in fluids. As he felt his sister's vagina tremble and contract, he also felt the pressure inside his body swell to its peak, his penis becoming extremely engorged. He knew he was about to ejaculate.
Julie clearly felt it too. She pulled Roger's penis from deep in his throat, looked up at him, and said,
"Baby, don't worry! Ejaculate in my mouth, that's what I want!"
Then, she put the penis into her mouth again, forcefully inserting its tip deep into her throat, this time deeper than ever before…
Julie's words were like the starting gun for Roger, and with the penis immediately thrust deep into Julie's throat, the muscles of her throat tightly gripped the inserted penis, squeezing every part of it, causing Roger to instantly cross the limit of his endurance.
Roger shuddered, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, pushing the penis forward again, and began to ejaculate a large amount of semen into Julie's mouth.
Julie tried her best to swallow Roger's semen, but Roger's ejaculation was so forceful and plentiful that some milky white liquid still leaked from Julie's mouth, flowing down her chin, neck, and chest.
As Roger climaxed and ejaculated, his hands gripped Miranda's buttocks even tighter, pressing Miranda's vulva against his mouth, stretching his tongue out as far as he could, inserting the tip of his tongue deep into Miranda's vagina.
The sight of Roger ejaculating between Julie's lips intensely stimulated Miranda. She frantically rubbed her breasts and body, and with Roger's tongue stimulating her vagina, Miranda almost simultaneously reached her peak of excitement.
She let out even louder moans, pressing her body more forcefully against Roger's face, her vaginal fluids gushing forth...
While Roger continued ejaculating deep into Julie's throat, he unceremoniously licked Miranda's fluids into his mouth...
When Roger and Miranda's climax subsided slightly, Miranda moved her body away from Roger's face and relaxed on the bed. Roger also pulled his legs back onto the bed, lying parallel to Miranda's.
Julie followed Roger's movement, climbing onto the bed, straddling his legs, bending down, and continuing to lick Roger's penis clean. Then, she slowly kissed upwards along Roger's body, kissing his lower abdomen, his chest, and finally his neck.
Julie kissed Roger's earlobe, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, "Baby, you did a great job!
Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh God, I loved it! It was so exciting!" Roger shouted.
"I only suck the cock of men I truly love... so when I do it, it has a special meaning for me!"
"Oh, Julie, I love you! This is the best oral sex I've ever had!"
Miranda, still recovering from her intense orgasm, asked Julie with a slightly groaning voice,
"Can you teach me? Teach me how to do it so well, okay?... I also want to suck my brother's cock like you do, and have him ejaculate in my mouth as a reward for bringing me to orgasm."
Julie chuckled, lifting herself from Roger to Miranda, looking into Miranda's eyes and smiling, "Sweetheart, I'd love to..." Then, she leaned down and kissed Miranda's lips.
Julie and Miranda began kissing passionately again, their hands tracing each other's bodies.
Julie, drawing on her extensive experience, moved her hands with sensual allure, caressing Miranda's beautiful, youthful body with abandon.
Miranda's body, still reeling from her previous climax, was immediately swept into a new vortex of excitement and stimulation by Julie's touch. This stimulation was different from before; it was the first time her body had been in such intimate contact with another woman. Her body began to respond intensely to Julie's teasing touch…
When Miranda hesitated, unsure whether she should also touch Julie's body, or where to begin, Julie took Miranda's hand and placed it on her own body, guiding Miranda's caresses over her body. From her arms down, over her thighs, calves, then back up, over her abdomen, then her breasts… Julie gave Miranda an encouraging smile, implying that she could explore her body freely, that no part was off-limits.
Miranda reached out and cupped Julie's breasts in her hands. Because Julie's breasts were so large, Miranda's hands could only grasp a portion of them. Miranda's hands roamed over Julie's breasts, sometimes caressing, sometimes kneading, sometimes squeezing…
At the same time, Julie also caressed Miranda's breasts with her own hands.
They were immersed in their own world, caressing each other's bodies, letting out joyful moans, enjoying the stimulation from each other's touch.
After a while, Julie had Miranda lie flat on the bed, then spread her legs and knelt on top of Miranda's thighs. She leaned forward, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, her upper body suspended above Miranda, her two large breasts facing down towards Miranda's face. Julie slowly lowered her upper body, her breasts beginning to touch Miranda's face.
Miranda grasped one of Julie's breasts, put the nipple to her mouth, and began to suckle like a baby. As Miranda continued to suckle at Julie's breast, Julie's face showed an expression of utter satisfaction. She raised a hand, ran it through Miranda's long, black hair, gently smoothing it, her eyes filled with love.
"Oh, sweetheart, it feels so good! I love it..." Julie moaned.
Miranda released Julie's nipple, smiled at her, and said, "I love sucking on your nipples too."
Then she put the other nipple in her mouth and began to suckle.
After a while, Julie said to Miranda, "Sweetheart, you're so cute. Now, let me show you something else."
She then lifted her upper body, pulled her breast from Miranda's mouth, and moved her knees and hips back. As her breast aligned with Miranda's, Julie leaned forward, her nipple and breast gradually approaching Miranda's pear-shaped, upturned breast...
Finally, Julie's nipple touched Miranda's nipple.
Julie's nipples were dark brown, the size of a grape, exuding mature charm; while Miranda's nipples were pink, the size of a pea, representing youthful innocence. When their nipples collided and rubbed against each other, the stimulation from their breasts made Miranda moan and gasp for breath.
Julie moved her body very carefully and gently, rubbing her mature nipples against Miranda's youthful nipples…
“Ah… God!” Miranda cried out, “It feels so stimulating! So intense!… I can feel the stimulation going all the way to my vagina!”
Julie lifted her right leg and placed it between Miranda's legs, straddling Miranda's right leg. She reached out her right hand and placed it on Miranda's neatly trimmed vulva, gently stroking her vagina, and said with a smile, “Sweetheart, your vagina is stimulating too, isn't it?”
“Yes, Julie! It's stimulating there too!” Miranda gasped.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, sweetheart! Look how wet it is!” Julie said, stroking Miranda’s pussy repeatedly. After a while, while stroking the outside of Miranda’s pussy, she slowly inserted her middle finger into the pussy, then her index finger, then her ring finger…
As Julie inserted three fingers into Miranda’s pussy and began to thrust in and out of it, Miranda’s moans grew louder and louder.
Roger, exhausted after his intense orgasm and ejaculation, lay on the bed recovering his strength. At the same time, he didn’t miss this opportunity, watching with great curiosity the sexual act between Julie and Miranda.
Seeing Julie's hand thrusting into her sister's vagina, and hearing her sister's lustful moans, Roger felt incredibly aroused. His body unconsciously became excited again, and his penis gradually hardened once more… Julie quickly noticed the change in Roger's penis and excitedly said to Miranda, "Miranda, we've made your brother hard again! Look how eye-catching it is when it's erect!"
Julie said, continuing to thrust into Miranda's vagina. Miranda looked up at Roger's erect penis and found it was almost fully erect again.
"Mmm…mmm…" Miranda mumbled incoherently, enjoying the stimulation Julie was giving her.
"Sweetheart, do you want to taste your brother's penis with your vagina?" Julie asked breathlessly.
Miranda looked up into Roger's eyes, and Roger could see her love for him and her desire for his penis in her gaze.
Miranda continued to gaze at Roger, raising her voice and still moaning in Julie's ear, "Yes, yes... I really want to..."
Although Miranda was answering Julie's question, Roger knew Miranda was speaking to him. Roger's penis immediately swelled, fully erect, and hard as a rock, and his heart began to race.
He began to feel a strong desire rising within him, a desire to be with his sister, to enter her body...
Soon, he felt this desire growing stronger and stronger. Never in his life had any desire been as intense as it was now!
His eyes were filled with desire, looking into his sister's equally desireful eyes... Julie's eyes were also filled with desire and passion; she wanted Roger and Miranda to be as uninhibited as she and Miranda were, so she encouraged Roger, saying, "Roger, she needs you! Your sister wants you!"
With that, Julie moved to Miranda's other side, pulling Roger's arm and leading him towards Miranda.
Roger rolled over, and with Julie's pull, his body pressed down on Miranda's. The two naked siblings' bodies came into deep contact, Roger's erect penis pressed firmly against his sister's pubic bone.
His sister's naked body thrilled him immensely. Her skin was so smooth, her body so soft, her face so beautiful, her eyes so expressive… She was so beautiful, and not just outwardly. Roger had known his sister since childhood—how kind and compassionate she was, how pure and gentle her soul. Her inner virtues captivated him far more than her appearance.
Roger had loved her for a long time. But only today did he finally understand that this love was more than just sibling love. This was why he sometimes felt a pang of sadness when he thought about his sister marrying someone else.
Only tonight did Roger realize that he had completely fallen in love with his sister, and he had always wanted to be the partner Miranda had chosen. Previously, Roger had even refused to acknowledge this in his subconscious, believing it to be an impossible dream. But now, seeing the love and desire in his sister's deep blue eyes, Roger knew that she loved him deeply and needed him too.
"I love you, Miranda!" Roger gazed into Miranda's eyes, speaking with deep affection and unwavering resolve.
Miranda looked at Roger and replied with equal tenderness, "I love you very much too, brother!"
Roger lowered his head and kissed Miranda. As their lips met, Roger kissed his sister with even greater passion, and Miranda returned his kiss with equal fervor.
As they kissed passionately, Roger reached out his left hand, grasped Julie's left hand, and gently and tenderly rubbed it in his palm. Roger felt grateful to Julie; it was Julie's open story that liberated them from societal taboos, making it possible for them to acknowledge and express the love that had long existed between them.
Perhaps it was fate that had ordained Roger and Miranda to meet Julie today. And they had both fallen in love with her. Roger's love for Julie was as great as his love for Miranda. He took Julie's hand, hoping she would join him and his sister in their lovemaking, becoming a part of it all.
Roger naturally adjusted his body, aligning the tip of his penis with the entrance to his sister's vagina. Then, Roger slowly and gently pushed his penis towards his sister's vagina...
Gradually, his hard penis began to part Miranda's labia, squeezing into her already wet and lubricated vagina.
Roger gently closed his eyes, carefully savoring the sensation of his penis slowly penetrating his sister's body. As his penis gradually penetrated deep into her vagina, Roger was intoxicated by a sea of excitement. Through his penis, he felt how wonderful his sister's vagina was, as if it were still an untouched virgin territory, so tight, warm, and moist...
Roger finally felt that he and his sister were now truly and completely united!
When Roger's penis penetrated deep into Miranda's vagina, Miranda moaned with extreme excitement, clearly enjoying the immense stimulation from inside her vagina.
Roger thrust his penis deep into Miranda's body, until it completely disappeared into her vagina. Roger's pubic hair touched Miranda's, and their pubic bones pressed tightly together…
Roger and Miranda's bodies froze, motionless, savoring this moment of their closest connection…
Both couldn't help but moan…
Then, just as he had slowly inserted it, Roger began to slowly pull his penis out, feeling the tight vaginal walls gripping and pulling it inwards…
When the tip of his penis finally left the vagina and reached the entrance of Miranda's vagina, Miranda unconsciously raised her hips, chasing Roger's penis with her vagina, as if she couldn't bear to be separated from it for even a moment.
Roger then lowered his body, thrusting his penis deep into his sister's vagina once more. This time, he thrust harder, faster than before. Once his penis was deep inside her vagina, he pulled it out, then thrust it in again and again…
Gradually, Roger and Miranda became more rhythmic. Roger's penis kept withdrawing from Miranda's vagina and thrusting in again and again. Miranda's hips and Roger's body moved in sync, keeping their bodies at the optimal angle, each withdrawal and insertion thorough and perfect. They were perfectly coordinated, like a long-married couple.
As Roger thrust harder and faster, Miranda's moans grew louder and more filled with desire…
Roger's throat began to chuckle with pleasure. He lowered his head and kissed Miranda's body, his lips passionately and lovingly caressing her skin. His lips moved from Miranda's forehead, down her cheeks, to her lips, then to her neck, and down to her breasts.
While continuing to thrust into her vagina, Roger gently licked Miranda's small, firm breasts, caressing them and occasionally sucking on her pink nipples… Roger placed his free right hand under Miranda's buttocks, kneading her beautiful, alluring hips in rhythm with his thrusts, lifting and lowering them.
As Roger kissed Miranda's breasts and squeezed her buttocks, Miranda cried out excitedly, "Ah!… Ah!… Ah!…"
"Oh, sister, I love you!" Roger said to Miranda, continuing his rhythmic thrusts, penetrating her body more and more forcefully.
“Ah! Brother… Ah, I love you too!… Ah!…” Miranda gasped between screams. Translation: Collection of 　　Soul
Belongs (Part 2) 　　Author: angelomidhbel 　　Source: literotidb 　　Translator: dm5769 　　2003/11/18 - 2003/12/15 First published on: Lamb's Travels 2004/1/6 Collection published on Erotic Coastline 　　Roger continued his thrusting, his left hand still gripping Julie's left hand. Roger looked up at Julie and found that she was also intoxicated by the climax of desire. 　　Julie watched Roger and Miranda make love, her body surging with desire. Seeing Roger's penis moving in and out of Miranda's vagina felt as if it were inside her own… She stared intently at their every move, her right hand sometimes rapidly rubbing her genitals, sometimes using her fingers to stimulate her vagina, constantly emitting pleasurable moans. Roger 　　felt that Julie's heart was also tightly connected to his. Although he was only making love with his sister, their bodies intertwined, Roger still felt that Julie was a part of it all. Their hearts were connected, their feelings were the same, and the love and sex of the three of them plunged them into the fiery passion of lust. 　　Roger tightly grasped Julie's left hand, placing it beside Miranda's right. The three hands clasped tightly, fingers intertwined, constantly squeezing the other two's fingers. Through the message conveyed by their fingers, the three of them felt their emotions and feelings become even more closely intertwined, sharing the desire and excitement of the moment. 　　Roger kissed Julie, then lowered his head and placed his mouth on Miranda's neck, continuing to thrust violently into his sister's vagina while passionately kissing her neck and chest. All three of them breathed heavily, groaning excitedly… The 　　familiar sensation returned to Roger's penis; a tremendous pressure was building within it. He knew an orgasm was imminent. He sensed Miranda was also close to climaxing, and to reach it together with his sister, he focused on continuing to thrust into her vagina, trying to delay his ejaculation… Miranda's eyes gradually became glazed, her moans grew louder, and her body responded even more intensely to Roger's every thrust, like a kettle about to boil over on a stove. 　　Julie sensed the approaching moment. She thrust her fingers into her vagina more intensely while passionately kissing Roger's back. Feeling every rise and fall of Roger's body and Miranda's response, her own body was on the verge of exploding… 　　Finally, Miranda could no longer endure it, reaching a boiling climax. Her body tightened, trembling uncontrollably, all the muscles of her vagina tightly gripping Roger's penis. A gush of hot love fluid gushed from her vagina, drenching the deeply inserted penis and flowing outwards… The sudden stimulation made Roger unable to control his body, which was already like a volcano about to erupt. Miranda's scalding love fluid acted as the ignition point, his body immediately stiffening. With a roar, he used all his strength to thrust his penis deep into his sister's vagina, almost into her uterus, and then continuously ejaculated scalding semen, shooting directly into the depths of his sister's vagina and uterus. 　　"Oh God! Oh, so good! Oh, my God, I'm going crazy!!" Miranda screamed incessantly during her orgasm, her vaginal walls continuing to suckle at her brother's penis. 　　Roger's body was also trembling; he had never experienced such an intense orgasm before. He shouted to Miranda, "Oh, Miranda! I love you!" 　　Julie seemed to have reached her climax as well, her body shaking on the bed as she vigorously rubbed her vulva, screaming, "Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!" 　　The three of them still held hands tightly, sharing the electric current of excitement and pleasure from their orgasms. Their breaths and excited screams mingled together, rising and falling... It took a long time for them to calm down, but their hands remained clasped, still conveying messages of love to each other. 　　“You two are absolutely amazing, so passionate and intense! It’s unbelievable!” Julie said, rubbing her body against Roger and Miranda. “Thank you! I’m so happy to be with you both at this moment, to share your love! I haven’t felt this kind of true love in a long time, and I thought I would never feel this way again.” 　　“Julie, you’re one of us now! You made this a reality, you belong to us, we’re family now!” Miranda said, taking a deep breath. 　　Roger didn’t speak; he kissed Julie tenderly, gently embracing her on his left side with his left arm, supporting Miranda with his actions. Then, Roger kissed Miranda just as tenderly, embracing her on his right side with his right arm. Looking at the two beauties on either side of him, Roger’s heart was filled with excitement and joy, overflowing with boundless love for them both. 　　Miranda placed her hand on Roger’s abdomen, gently stroking his body. Julie placed her hand on Miranda's, and together they gently moved their hands across Roger's stomach, feeling each other's skin. Roger couldn't help but pull both women tightly into his arms… 　　After a while, Julie whispered, "You two are my darlings, I love you both so much!" 　　Julie's magnetic voice and motherly words instantly touched Roger's heart. He suddenly understood why Julie was so attractive to him, why he had fallen in love with her so easily in such a short time. 　　Of course, love at first sight was part of the reason, Julie's beauty and personality were another, but more importantly, it was the care and concern Julie showed.

Because his parents were both busy with work, Roger lacked sufficient care from a young age, taking on the responsibility of caring for himself and his younger sister at a young age. What he lacked was care and love from his elders. But today, from the very beginning, Julie naturally cared for and showed them consideration. To Roger, Julie was sometimes like an older sister, sometimes a mentor, and sometimes a close friend. It was precisely because of this that he and she easily connected and resonated with each other, constantly receiving subtle care and love from her. As a child, he had wished he had an older sister; wasn't Julie now like one?!
Roger's thoughts didn't stop there. He continued to ponder why Julie liked him and Miranda so much. Perhaps it was because Julie was heartbroken that she couldn't conceive and have children, so deep down she had a strong maternal love, subconsciously showing more care and affection for younger people, and needing that love in return. Perhaps this was why Julie so easily fell in love with him and Miranda. Julie's love gave him a sense of security, and he felt he should reciprocate with even more love.
Thinking this, Roger couldn't help but kiss Julie's hair, pulling her closer to him. With Julie on his left and Miranda on his right, Roger felt happier than ever before.
Suddenly, the pleasure emanating from his penis pulled Roger from his reverie back to reality. He looked down and saw Julie stroking his soft penis. Julie's hand moved skillfully and nimbly up and down his penis, sometimes gently stroking it, sometimes gripping it tightly, sometimes pressing it from one side to the other, sometimes rubbing the glans with her fingers, sometimes gently squeezing the scrotum.
As Julie played with his penis, she said, “Roger, your penis is really beautiful, so gorgeous! I’ve always admired men’s penises, but it wasn’t until I was with my father that I discovered all their potential. Our relationship was so strong, and we trusted each other so much that we could feel each other’s deepest desires and most primal instincts. We tried all sorts of ways to make love to satisfy our boundless ocean of lust.”
“I still remember so clearly how my father touched every part of my body with his penis.
How much I loved the pleasure and stimulation it brought! I remember how his penis roamed over my body, from my legs to my upper arms, from my shoulders to my back, from my hips to my abdomen, and then slowly down to the center of my breasts…”
Roger was greatly stimulated. As he listened, he imagined the scenes Julie described, and his penis began to harden again. When Julie recounted how her father caressed her breasts with his penis, Roger felt his own penis throb and couldn't help but ask, "Did you ever do breast play?"
"Of course!" Julie exclaimed excitedly. "Every time we tried something new, my father was always a little cautious at first. I always reiterated to him that I was willing to try anything that made us happy. Breast play was the same, but after a few times, he started to really enjoy it because he really liked my breasts."
Roger nodded. He himself also loved Julie's breasts, and the thought of rubbing his penis against them made his penis harden even more.
Julie, still lost in her memories, continued, "Breast play felt so good! I loved putting my father's penis between my breasts and letting him thrust in and out... Oh my god, again?!"
Julie's memories and Roger's longing for breast play caused Roger's penis to become erect again, and Julie's constantly stroking hand immediately felt the change.
Julie asked excitedly, "Oh, baby, did I make you hard again?"
Roger grinned lecherously at Julie and said, "Who else could it be but you?! Of course, only you can make it hard so quickly."
Julie gently stroked his erect penis with her hand, looking into Roger's eyes, and asked, "Baby, I know. You want to have sex with my breasts, don't you?"
"I...I, um..." Roger was a thousand times willing and eager, but when he tried to say it, he was too embarrassed to say it and started to stammer. After all, he had only fantasized about breast sex and had never revealed this idea to any girl.
"It's okay, sweetheart, I want to have breast sex with you too," Julie said cheerfully. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
After saying that, Julie rolled over and lay on top of Roger, giving him a deep kiss. Then, she pressed her body tightly against Roger's and slowly slid down.
Roger relaxed, enjoying the intimate contact between Julie's breasts and his skin, feeling incredibly excited and nervously expectant. Julie's breasts slowly slid down Roger's broad chest, past his soft abdomen, and between his legs. Finally, his two enormous breasts touched his erect penis, pressing it between them.
Julie stopped moving, adjusted the position of Roger's legs and her chest, positioning his penis precisely in the center of his breasts. Then, Julie cupped his breasts in her hands, burying his penis between them, and began to gently squeeze them. His penis,
now in the center, immediately felt the pressure from the full breasts, accompanied by an unparalleled stimulation. His penis was now hard, while Julie's full breasts were soft. As Julie's hands squeezed them, the gentle pressure transmitted to his penis, making it feel the flesh of her breasts even more intensely. This stimulation was something Roger had never experienced before, and it was indescribable.
While Julie was busy squeezing her breasts and Roger's penis, Miranda gently kissed Roger, her hands tenderly caressing his chest, giving him extra excitement.
After a while, Julie released his penis from her breasts, grasped one of her breasts, and aimed the engorged, erect nipple at the tip of his penis, gently tracing its surface with her nipple…
Roger's penis was already covered in various kinds of love fluids, and now, extremely aroused, it began to glisten with liquid.
Julie's nipple, coated with the fluid from his penis, became even more slippery as she caressed the glans… The tingling sensation on the glans almost drove Roger mad; he felt extreme excitement and stimulation.
Julie then switched to her other nipple, gently rubbing it against the glans and its edges… Roger's penis felt even more stimulated, continuing to harden and swell, as if it were about to burst. A tingling sensation spread throughout Roger's body from his glans, waves of stimulation making him feel like he was on the crest
of a wave. "Baby, how does it feel?" Julie asked, while again squeezing his penis between her two large, full breasts and using her hands to press against it.
Roger interrupted his kiss with Miranda, groaning, "It feels like heaven!"
Julie quickly sat up, kissed Roger, and then moved forward, presenting her breasts to his face.
Roger grasped both breasts, gently squeezed them a few times, then put one nipple in his mouth and began sucking on Julie's already erect nipple. Julie immediately let out a joyful moan.
Roger intently sucked on Julie's nipples, occasionally opening his mouth wide to suck her entire breast inside. He also tasted the love juice and semen clinging to his penis from Julie's breasts and nipples; their unique flavor intensified his carnal stimulation, plunging him into a frenzied, wild lust once more. He picked up Julie's other nipple, sucking on it even more frantically and forcefully sucking on her large breast… As Roger ate his own breasts, Julie straddled him, constantly moving her hips, rubbing her vulva against his abdomen, stimulating his long-starved vagina with her skin and muscles. Roger
felt Julie's vagina becoming increasingly wet and hot; he knew she was also in a state of extreme lust.
"Ah, Roger! I need you! I want you inside me now!" Julie cried out anxiously and excitedly, "I want your penis!"
"Baby, put it in! Put it in right now!" Roger responded loudly, his penis trembling with excitement.
Julie adjusted her position, aligning the entrance of her vagina with Roger's erect penis, and slowly sat down.
Miranda, watching her brother and Julie's every move, began squeezing and kneading her breasts with both hands, seemingly out of nowhere.
Roger felt the head of his penis touch the entrance of Julie's vagina. Julie didn't stop, continuing to press down, her vagina eagerly swallowing his penis. Feeling his penis slowly entering Julie's body, Roger immediately felt extreme excitement and pleasure.
Julie sat down as far as she could, her penis deeply inside her.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and let out a joyful moan. Her body remained in this position, as if intoxicated by the feeling, fully enjoying the pleasure of his penis inside her.
Roger reached out and caressed Julie's beautiful, smooth, soft, and sensual body. His penis swelled inside her, pressing and squeezing against the walls, savoring every sensation within her. Roger gazed into Julie's
lustful hazel eyes, somewhat surprised that he had fallen in love with her so quickly. But undeniably, he couldn't hide his love for her, nor did he want to. So Roger said tenderly, "Julie, I love you!"
"I love you too, baby! Now I really want to take good care of you," Julie said softly, a smile of excitement, full of desire and anticipation, on her face. She then began to lift her hips repeatedly, then sat back down.
With each rise and fall, Roger's hard penis slid out of Julie's vagina, then plunged deep inside again.
Julie, skilled and experienced, moved rhythmically and expertly on Roger, guiding his penis in and out of her vagina. Julie's expert movements excited Roger's penis, making each thrust incredibly stimulating. Even though he had just ejaculated twice, Julie's guidance brought him closer to orgasm.
But each time Roger felt the urge to ejaculate, Julie, as if sensing it, would seize the moment, adjusting the angle, pressure, and frequency, controlling the thrusting of his penis and vagina, leaving Roger always feeling like he was just a little short. In
this way, Julie kept Roger on the verge of orgasm, but never crossing that threshold.
Roger was almost caught in a frenzied desire for continuous orgasms, overjoyed that Julie had led him into this state. Fortunately, he had already ejaculated twice, and this time, with Julie's help, he fully enjoyed the extreme stimulation of his primal desire.
Seeing Julie and Roger making love passionately, and hearing their sensual and joyful moans, Miranda grew increasingly excited. She incessantly caressed her own body, from gently kneading her breasts to thrusting vigorously into her vagina, once again entering a sea of lust with Julie and Roger…
Julie reached out and pulled Miranda closer. Following Julie's hand, Miranda faced her, kneeling on the bed and straddling Roger's chest. Adjusting their position, they embraced intimately, their breasts pressed together, kissing passionately, their tongues entwining, sometimes in Julie's mouth, sometimes in Miranda's, sometimes both outside, each exploring the other's tongue. Roger
gazed admiringly at Miranda's beautiful back, appreciating his sister's young and vibrant body. Miranda's long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her back smooth and taut, her buttocks perfect. Because she was sitting on his chest, the muscles of her buttocks were pressed open slightly, making her look exceptionally sexy.
Roger reached out and gently caressed his sister's warm, smooth skin. When his hands touched Miranda's sensitive spots, Miranda's body trembled slightly, and this trembling transmitted through her buttocks to Roger's chest, making Roger feel extremely excited. He loved this feeling, so he caressed his sister's body even more gently.
At the same time, Julie kept stroking Roger's penis with her vagina while hugging and kissing Miranda...
Miranda passionately rubbed her body against Julie's, Julie's hips rose and fell rhythmically, her vagina constantly releasing and swallowing his penis. Julie's body also rose and fell rhythmically, her breasts and body constantly colliding and rubbing against Miranda's breasts and body, causing Miranda's body to sway rhythmically against Roger's chest.
Julie and Miranda passionately explored each other's bodies, ardently caressing one another. Their combined desire and excitement continued to rise, intensifying...
Julie controlled the frequency and force of her hip movements, guiding them relentlessly towards the peak of passion...
Using her experience, Julie meticulously controlled the entire process, keeping them constantly on the verge of climax. The three groaned excitedly, sensing the other two's bodies and reactions.
As time ticked by, the pleasure and excitement within them grew stronger... Roger felt he had reached a place without time or space, where all existence was pure love, perfect harmony, extreme pleasure, and overwhelming lust. Entering
this realm of sex, enjoying the pleasure it brought, Roger realized his past problems: why he was always dissatisfied with every relationship, why he still felt lonely even during sex with his girlfriends.
He had unconsciously concealed certain things deep within his heart, afraid to share his secrets with others. Even during intimate moments with his girlfriend, he always felt something was amiss.
Now, at this very moment, Roger completely trusted the two women in his body, the two women he deeply loved, the two women who loved him. He fully opened the doors of his heart, exchanging deepest feelings and desires with each other's bodies and souls in the climax of their lovemaking.
They were so perfectly matched, not just physically, but more importantly, in their spiritual understanding and communication, allowing them to enter each other's innermost thoughts and explore and feel each other's souls.
It was through their love and trust that they created this state of being together. This state was so warm, peaceful, and harmonious, filled with genuine love. This state was like a mother's womb, where they could hide like infants, escaping the coldness and cruelty of the outside world.
Time seemed to stand still as the three of them were completely absorbed in their harmonious lovemaking. In this state, Roger not only gained a deeper understanding of Julie and Miranda's souls, but also of the emotions and thoughts deep within his own heart. Roger was completely absorbed in exploring the depths of Julie, Miranda, and his own soul… He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Roger's thoughts focused on the primal desires and intense stimulation of his body, he felt the familiar pre-orgasmic sensation. A tremendous pressure began to form within his body and continued to expand…
It was this pressure that brought him back to reality. He knew that Julie and Miranda were also about to climax.
Julie worked even harder, her vagina gripping Roger's penis, her vagina rising and falling violently. With
each fall, her lubricated vulva and deep vagina tightly squeezed his hard, erect penis.
She kissed Miranda even more passionately, and Miranda returned Julie's kisses wildly.
Miranda's body had somehow moved to Roger's abdomen, her belly pressed tightly against Julie's. As Julie's hips swayed up and down, Miranda's genitals rubbed and collided more intensely with both of Roger's. 　　Roger could no longer hold back; 　　just
as he was about to roar and ejaculate, Julie used all her strength, her vagina thrusting downwards one last time , swallowing his penis tightly to its deepest point 　　. She then cried out excitedly, "Ah ... 　　Almost simultaneously, Miranda felt Julie and Roger's bodies tremble during their orgasms, and with their excited screams, Miranda also reached the peak of her own climax, gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid. Miranda immediately let out a wild scream of pleasure, tightly embracing Julie and kissing her passionately. 　　"Miranda, I...we didn't...use any contraception...I mean...did you...?" 　　He tried to be as tactful as possible, hoping not to hurt his sister. 　　"You mean, are you asking if I'm taking birth control pills?" Miranda understood Roger's implication and made the question clear. 　　Roger nodded; that was exactly what he wanted to ask. 　　Miranda then answered, "Yes, I've been taking birth control pills." Hearing his sister's answer, Roger immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxing considerably. 　　Miranda's expression, however, became suspicious, even somewhat sad; Roger's reaction seemed to have hurt her. Roger realized his mistake and immediately tried to explain his thoughts to his sister; he least wanted Miranda to be hurt. 　　“Miranda, listen to me, this doesn’t mean I don’t want to have children with you,” Roger explained sincerely. “But before deciding to have children, we need to carefully consider many complex factors. For example, we’re still in school, are we ready to be parents, and there’s the risk of genetic inheritance due to our sibling relationship, and so on.” 　　Miranda nodded, indicating that she understood Roger’s point of view, and her expression relaxed a little, but she still had some doubts, as if she was wondering if Roger was unwilling to be with her for the long term because of this. 　　Roger clearly understood Miranda’s feelings and doubts at this moment. In order to dispel Miranda’s doubts and to show his true feelings, he continued sincerely in an unwavering tone: “In the past, no matter who I had sex with, I always insisted on using condoms. But last night, I didn’t even think about it. Looking back now, it’s because I had already realized in my heart…” 　　Before fully expressing his true feelings, Roger paused for a moment to calm himself down and organize his thoughts. 　　“Realized what?” Julie suddenly asked. Roger and Miranda both looked at Julie and found her awake, listening intently to Roger. 　　Roger smiled at Julie and Miranda, and to make his words more powerful, sincere, and moving, he awakened all his love for them from the depths of his heart, his heart overflowing with boundless affection. 　　Roger continued, "Last night, my heart knew that I had found the people I had been searching for all this time, the people I love with all my heart, and who love me with all their heart, the people with whom I can share my life's joys and sorrows. From now on, I don't want to search anymore, nor do I need to search for anyone else." 　　Roger paused, then added, "The people I've found are you two, Julie and Miranda! I love you!" 　　Miranda and Julie were silent for a moment. Suddenly, Miranda cried out "Oh!!" 　　with overwhelming emotion, throwing herself at Roger and kissing him passionately. 　　After kissing Miranda, Roger looked at Julie and saw her eyes filled with tears of emotion, gazing lovingly at him and Miranda. 　　Roger clasped Julie's and Miranda's hands together, and the love between the three of them merged once more. They kissed each other incessantly, demonstrating their love for the other two through their actions… After a few minutes, Roger reluctantly broke the embrace and kisses. He had felt a throbbing in his bladder since waking up, and now he could barely hold it in. 　　He threw off the covers and rushed to the bathroom without even putting on his clothes. As soon as he stood by the toilet, a steady stream of urine gushed from his penis into the bowl. 　　With the continuous sound of the water, Roger felt the pressure inside his body gradually ease. He closed his eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying the feeling. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked out the bathroom window at the beach and the distant sea. The rain had stopped, but thick, dark clouds still hung in the sky, as if the rain could start again at any moment. 　　As his urine stream began to diminish and slowly stop, he turned his attention back to his penis. He shook his penis to expel the last few drops of urine, then flushed the toilet. 　　Free from the pressure of his bladder, his body completely relaxed, and Roger felt incredibly comfortable. He turned on the tap and began to wash his hands. As he turned to dry his hands with a towel, he realized the bathroom door had been open the whole time, and Miranda and Julie were sitting on the bed watching him. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if watching Roger urinate was a delightful experience. 　　Although this was the first time he had urinated naked and uninhibitedly in front of women, Roger felt no shame; in fact, he felt a thrill. He knew that in front of them, he no longer needed to hide anything; there was nothing he couldn't share with them. The thought that he and they could now share any private secrets excited him both physically and mentally. 　　Julie grinned and said to Miranda, "Miranda, you know what? Nothing is more exciting than seeing a man's penis gradually harden." 　　Miranda nodded in agreement and licked her lips, revealing a drooling expression.

Roger looked down and saw his penis slowly hardening and becoming erect, gradually rising. His desire was reignited; his body was clearly ready for another round of sex. He looked around the bathroom and saw the spacious, elegant shower tub.
“I want to take a nice hot bath,” Roger called out. “Anyone want to join?”
“You’re a very decisive man, Roger! I want to join,” Julie shouted, quickly slipping off the bed. Miranda followed Julie, and the two entered the bathroom together.
Roger opened the glass door to the shower tub, letting the two women go in first. In the daylight, he saw their beautiful naked bodies and graceful backs, and his penis hardened even more. Roger finally entered the shower tub and closed the glass door.
Julie had already turned on the shower faucet, and steaming water immediately sprayed down, enveloping the three of them. The air in the bathroom began to grow increasingly humid, and the temperature rose higher and higher. Roger knew that a new round of unrestrained pleasure was about to begin…
*** *** *** *** Due to the hurricane at sea, for most of the next two weeks, it was either raining or cloudy, with hardly a single good day. Roger, Miranda, and Julie didn't care about the weather outside, as they spent almost all their time indoors.
For two whole weeks, their hands were practically clasped together, unwilling to be separated. Inside the house, the three of them were always naked, constantly making love. Every room bore the marks of their lovemaking, even the storeroom, dining room, and kitchen. Only when they were exhausted would they sleep to replenish their energy.
Sometimes, when Roger woke up, he would find Miranda licking Julie's vulva with her mouth and tongue, and sometimes Julie would be sucking Miranda's vulva. Such scenes always made Roger's penis instantly erect, and he would immediately join in the lovemaking. Sometimes, when one of Julie and Miranda was asleep, he and the other would still be having passionate sex.
Several times, when Roger woke up, he found Miranda or Julie riding on his penis. They told him that when they saw Roger's penis erect in his sleep, they couldn't resist putting it into their own eager vaginas.
Roger didn't mind them doing this at all; on the contrary, nothing excited him more than waking up to see a beautiful vagina wrapped around his penis.
On several nights, the wind was strong outside, and the power was out for several hours. They lay in bed, under the covers, exploring each other's bodies in complete darkness. Hours of skin-to-skin contact and sensation allowed them to understand each other's bodies better, gradually mastering each other's erogenous zones. After several times, Roger was basically as familiar with Miranda and Julie's bodies as he was with his own.
Happy times always pass especially quickly, and two weeks flew by. On their last night before leaving the seaside holiday home, the three of them lay in bed, embracing each other and kissing tenderly.
After two weeks of non-stop lovemaking and flirting, they tried every imaginable position and combination. All three of them felt incredibly satisfied and at peace. All they wanted was to be close to each other, their naked bodies touching the bodies of the other two, sharing in each other's presence…
Roger was surrounded by Miranda's smooth, beautiful body on one side and Julie's voluptuous, mature body on the other. He enjoyed the sensations emanating from the bodies of two different women who both deeply loved him—something unimaginable just two weeks ago…
Before this vacation, he had always believed that there was a woman waiting for him and his love.
Love was his ultimate goal; only true love could elevate a romantic relationship. He never imagined he would have a love triangle. When it actually happened, he realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts were.
Roger had always believed that love was exclusive. When he fell in love with someone, she was the most important person in his life, and he had to become the most important person in hers. He couldn't imagine what a love triangle would be like. Loyalty and privacy would be lost, and jealousy would follow. Roger also believed that equality was crucial in love; how could equality and balance be maintained if there were more than two people involved? When the balance was disrupted, friction was inevitable, leading to instability in the relationship.
Roger knew many men dreamed of having relationships with two women, but he had always considered himself not that kind of person. However, Roger's perspective had changed; the events of the past two weeks had been nothing short of a miracle. As if predestined, the three of them fell in love at first sight, on their very first night together.
Admittedly, Roger had always harbored a secret crush on Miranda, but only through Julie could he overcome societal norms, openly acknowledge this unusual love, and learn that Miranda also harbored feelings for him.
Roger was captivated by Julie from the first moment he saw her. When Julie shared her story with her father, both Miranda and Roger fell in love with her simultaneously. The relationship between Miranda and Roger reminded Julie of her love for her father. Miranda and Roger's support and comfort opened her heart, rekindling her courage to love, and she fell deeply in love with them.
On their first night together, they formed a contract of love. Roger unequivocally believed that his love for Miranda was just as deep as his love for Julie, and that their love for him was the same. He had found two women, sharing genuine love equally. Love hadn't diminished, and there was no conflict in their relationship.
Their situation was almost perfect, like a spark igniting two furnaces, both burning brightly, not diminishing each other's intensity, but rather enhancing each other's magnificence. Unlike other relationships involving three people, they loved each other deeply; Miranda and Julie loved each other deeply too. Therefore, there was no jealousy or suspicion between them; they shared pure and sincere love.
The three of them were now a perfect whole, and they knew they needed no one else. Their love would last a lifetime. Roger began to feel incredibly lucky. Many people spend their entire lives searching for a truly compatible partner, yet he had found two at once.
Thinking about this, Roger couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Julie asked curiously.
Roger stopped laughing and replied, "I was just thinking how magical things are between us. Even in the wildest, most outlandish dreams I've ever had, I never anticipated anything like this, and I've never felt so happy and joyful. I'm so lucky to be with you two! That's why I couldn't help but laugh."
Miranda and Julie laughed too, agreeing that everyone was lucky and being together was indeed a very happy thing. Then, the three of them began kissing each other incessantly… After a long while, Miranda broke the silence again, asking in a thoughtful voice, "So, what do we do next?" Roger was also pondering the same question. Julie's expression showed that she was thinking about the same thing.
Roger replied, "I love you both very much, and I don't want our relationship to end here. No matter what, I want to be with you forever!"
"Me too!" Miranda said.
“Yes, me too!” Julie chimed in. Then, she rolled over and climbed on top of Roger and Miranda, her ample body pressing against their chests, and looked into their eyes with a smile:
“Listen, babies! Just because we’re leaving tomorrow doesn’t mean we have to separate, right?”
Miranda and Roger both nodded. Julie continued, “I have my own house, and I’ve always lived alone. I really hope you can come home with me and stay until your summer vacation is over. Then we can decide what to do next, okay?”
“For me, there’s only one place,” Miranda said excitedly, “wherever you two go, I’ll go. I want to be with you two forever! I love you both so much!
I know I can never love anyone else!”
“Miranda, me too. I truly want to be with you two forever,” Roger said emotionally.
Julie was deeply moved. She exclaimed happily, “I love you both, my sweethearts! I feel the same way. Okay, tomorrow we’ll go home. No, we should say, go home!”
Roger suddenly remembered the story Julie had told him on their first night, and he understood what he should do. He sat up on the bed, and Julie and Miranda followed suit. They sat together in a circle, and Roger placed Miranda and Julie’s right hands together in the middle of the three of them, covering them with his own right hand.
“I swear to you with my soul,” Roger solemnly declared. At that moment, the spirit of Julie’s father seemed to appear in his mind, whispering in Roger’s ear the vow he had made to Julie twenty years ago.
Julie’s father had once possessed Julie’s soul, and before he passed away, he returned it to her, blessing her with a joyful new home.
Roger seemed to sense a spiritual connection with Julie's father's soul, deeply respecting him and thanking him for everything he had done for Julie and for his blessing on this day.
As if guided by telepathy, the vows continued naturally and fluently from Roger's lips: "My vow is a husband's solemn vow to his wife: I hereby offer you my deepest love and our covenant! I believe that although our covenant is not written on paper, it is as strong as a diamond, more unbreakable than any marriage certificate. Whatever the future holds, in my heart, tonight will always be the moment we are officially united as husband and wife, the beginning of three separate souls coming together! Although our union is spiritual, from this moment on, you are my wives, and my soul belongs to you forever!"
Julie and Miranda were moved to tears, and Roger also felt his eyes fill with tears.
Julie's body trembled slightly as she gazed lovingly at Miranda and Roger, vowing,
"I swear by my soul that I will love you for the rest of my life. Your love gives me strength, friendship, and love; together we can withstand the cruelty and indifference of this world. I give you my heart and my soul; from this moment on, you are my lovers, and my soul will forever belong to you!"
Miranda was almost breathless with emotion, weeping uncontrollably. She tried to calm herself, taking several deep breaths until she finally found her voice, and vowed, "My vow is to the people I love most in this world now, and who will always love most. I will always be with you. This is our wedding night. From this moment on, you are my lovers, and my soul will forever belong to you!"
After the vows came countless embraces, countless kisses, and countless tears. Roger knew that today was a watershed moment in his life. Before that, his life had been young and full of growth. From this day forward, he truly became an adult, bearing responsibility; his life was now truly beginning.
The entire following night, Roger, Julie, and Miranda celebrated their union with passion and desire. The room, like their first night, was filled with naked bodies, primal desire, perfect harmony, and, of course, genuine love…
(The End)
Roger opened his eyes and stretched comfortably. He had been resting on a deck chair on the wooden planks behind the beach house, and had unknowingly fallen asleep.
He ran his fingers through his short gray hair, gazing at the horizon in the depths of the ocean.
The setting sun hung suspended between the azure sky and the vast sea, casting a soft orange glow.
The sea was perfectly calm, the gentle waves shimmering with the sun's afterglow.
Soft music drifted from the house behind him, further immersing Roger in the peaceful and serene beauty before him. The weather today was exceptionally beautiful, especially compared to the thunder and rain of forty years ago. Nevertheless, when Roger recalled those exciting two weeks, he still considered it the best time of his life, the most memorable days. Time
flies; forty years have passed since Roger, Miranda, and Julie swore an oath to bind their souls together in this house. Roger could hardly believe they had been together for so long.
So much had happened during that time, making it feel like time had flown by swiftly.
Roger couldn't help but recall the past, and scenes from the past forty years flashed through his mind…
After returning from the beach holiday home to Julie's house, they continued their passion, spending a joyful summer at Julie's. When the summer holidays ended, Roger and Miranda returned to school, while Julie continued her work. Everyone felt very sad when they had to part.
Although Roger and Miranda attended the same school, they couldn't be together all day because they needed to focus on their studies. However, they were all somewhat comforted, because they weren't far apart and could see each other often. The most difficult time was for Julie, because she couldn't see Roger and Miranda every day. She often missed them, and Roger and Miranda missed Julie just as much at school.
Fortunately, Julie lived not far from school, about a four-hour drive. Every weekend, either Julie drove to Roger and Miranda's school, or Roger and Miranda drove to Julie's house, and the three of them spent the weekend together
. When Roger entered law school, the situation worsened. He often had to work overtime to catch up on his studies and couldn't attend their weekend get-togethers. This was torture for all three of them; Julie and Miranda often had to endure days without Roger.
Even so, no matter how far apart they were, they could always feel their connection and love. This love helped them through the difficult times when they suffered from separation.
Every summer and holiday, they always loved to spend time together. Roger and Miranda's contact with their parents dwindled, despite Julie's persistent efforts to keep them in touch. Their relationship gradually deteriorated. After Julie left the company where Roger's father worked, Roger and Miranda's contact with their parents decreased even further; they would occasionally call each other, and visits became even rarer.
Over time, Roger's parents seemed to become strangers. Roger felt that his parents had failed in their parental responsibilities, hadn't tried to salvage his relationship with Miranda, and that they viewed raising children as a responsibility rather than a joy. Roger was heartbroken and angry about this.
During these times, Julie always helped Roger and Miranda with her love and care, calming them down from their anger and helping them recover from the sadness of abandonment and neglect. She helped Roger and Miranda gradually accept the fact that not everyone can get along well, even family members sometimes clash due to personality differences.
Roger knew how difficult it was to find someone in this world who truly understood and loved him. Therefore, he cherished his relationship with Julie and Miranda even more.
They were very proud of their love and, if possible, would love to make their relationship public. However, the realities of their circumstances forced them to carefully keep it a secret, concealing their relationship. Perhaps only when society became more open and people could accept such relationships could they live openly like other couples.
Roger, Miranda, and Julie each had their own circles of friends. Sometimes, some of their friends would wonder why they never dated or talked about having any romantic experience. Of course, their friends rarely pressed them for details. They all had their own close friends, but their best and closest confidants were the other two of them.
Each of them often received advances or hints of dating, but the three of them kept their promise and vows; all they needed were the other two.
Later, Roger earned his law degree, and Miranda earned her MBA. After they both graduated, they moved permanently into Julie's house, truly living together like family.
Roger quickly made a name for himself in the legal profession, becoming a renowned litigator specializing in human rights not detailed or generalized in the Constitution, particularly the right to privacy. Roger's success was greatly aided by Miranda and Julie. Before Roger prepared his courtroom arguments, they often discussed them late into the night, helping him refine his thinking.
Miranda excels at logical analysis, often spotting flaws in Roger's logic and pointing out the strengths and weaknesses in his arguments. Julie, with her active mind and frequent fresh ideas, broadens Roger's thinking through her artwork and conversations, enabling him to generate brilliant and novel arguments that help him win case after case.
Miranda and Julie founded their own graphic design company, Beach House Design, and thanks to Julie's artistic talent and Miranda's business acumen, their company became increasingly successful. Furthermore, Julie's paintings gradually gained recognition. Although Roger's specialty was civil rights, his familiarity with business law greatly benefited Miranda and Julie's company. Even when faced with unfamiliar situations, he could obtain the best advice and most needed assistance from his lawyer friends.
When Miranda and Julie's company earned its first sum of money, they bought a beachfront vacation home. This house was a symbol of their company and held special significance for the three of them; they felt it was their right to own it.
Once their finances stabilized, Roger's parents demanded repayment of the money they had paid for their college education, plus interest. Their reasoning was that sending them to college was an investment, and now that they were earning money, they should repay it.
Roger and Miranda didn't argue much and simply returned the money. However, from then on, they became even more estranged from their parents.
A few years later, Roger's business took off, and their beach house began to earn a considerable amount by renting it out to vacationers. They began discussing having children. After careful discussion and research into various potential risks, they concluded that the safest approach was for Roger and Julie to be the biological parents.
They meticulously studied the latest advancements in genetic engineering, particularly in artificial insemination. After consulting with leading experts, they decided to try in-vitro fertilization using Roger's sperm and Julie's eggs, and then implant the fertilized egg into Miranda's uterus for conception.
Their first attempt failed, but they weren't discouraged. On their second try, Miranda finally became pregnant!
This news thrilled all three of them. Julie, in particular, almost fainted with excitement, her heart overflowing with the joy of becoming a mother. Years of regret, something once thought impossible, could finally be realized!
During Miranda's pregnancy, Julie took meticulous care of her, and the two of them eagerly awaited the arrival of their child. Roger also happily anticipated becoming a father. Because of Miranda's pregnancy, they looked forward to their three-person child. The unborn child made their lives even more perfect, leaving no regrets.
When they learned that the baby was a boy, all three agreed to name him after Julie's father: Joseph, in memory of him.
After a long wait, Joseph was finally born safely, healthy and lively. When Roger saw his child for the first time, tears welled up in his eyes, and he held Joseph in his arms like a precious treasure. Julie was also speechless with emotion, tightly embracing Miranda, who had just given birth.
As soon as her voice returned, she kept saying "Thank you, thank you..." to Miranda. Miranda, with tears in her eyes, hugged Julie back and told her that Joseph was the result of their combined efforts, the fruit of their love.
Under their careful care, Joseph grew up healthy and strong. When Joseph was about two years old, they decided to try the same method to have another child. Artificial insemination was expensive, but they could afford it. They were also very willing to spend the money to give Joseph a younger brother or sister.
This time they were even luckier; not only did Miranda become pregnant on their first try, but she was carrying twins.
Later in the pregnancy, the doctor gave them even more exciting news: Miranda was carrying fraternal twins (a boy and a girl). This meant Joseph would have a brother and a sister.
However, Darwin and Emma were born a month premature, but the children were strong and healthy enough to survive. The problem was with the mother. Miranda suffered severe internal bleeding during childbirth; the blood loss was so severe that she almost lost her life.
Every time Roger recalled that moment, his body trembled. Never in his entire life had he felt such fear. His heart felt as if it were being torn apart. Fortunately, Julie displayed incredible strength. With astonishing perseverance and patience, she cared for Joseph and Miranda, supporting Roger's fragile heart. Afterwards, Roger reflected that
the pressure and pain Julie endured were immense. She had already lost her beloved father, and her beloved Miranda was in mortal danger. One can only imagine the terror she felt, the fear of losing Miranda as well. Therefore, Roger admired and thanked Julie even more, and his love for her deepened.
Thanks to Julie and Roger's care and blessings, Miranda miraculously recovered. Unfortunately, the aftereffects of the internal bleeding prevented her from ever conceiving again. However, they were content, thanking God for giving them three healthy, lively, and beautiful children. Their lives were filled with joy; Joseph, Emma, and Darwin made their lives even happier.
Three children, no more, no less, just like their three parents. Roger thought that if there had been more than three children, his hair would have been even grayer.
Julie and Miranda seemed to possess all the qualities of a natural mother. In the children's eyes, there was no order of precedence; they were both their mothers. Sometimes, to avoid confusion, they would call Julie "Mommy Julie" and Miranda "Mommy Miranda," but in the children's minds, both mothers were equal.
Julie seemed to have spent her entire life preparing to be a mother. From the moment Joseph was born, she acted like an excellent mother. Roger was surprised at how quickly Miranda also entered the role of mother, and how well she did it.
When Julie and Miranda were with the children, Roger always watched with satisfaction as they taught the children together or individually, played with them, or tenderly loved them. The three children were the fruit of their love, and seeing them surrounding him filled Roger with immense joy and happiness.
Before becoming a father, Roger couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a parent. However, from the moment his child was born, he felt a love for him that surpassed all his previous imagination. From Julie and Miranda, he learned how to be a loving father.
Since Joseph's birth, Julie often talked to Miranda and Roger about her father and his parenting style. Over time, Roger felt a deep familiarity with Julie's father, as if he knew him. With a deeper understanding of him, Roger began to deeply respect, admire, and respect Joseph Thaliana, Julie's father. He raised Julie and nurtured her into an insightful, open-minded, and kind-hearted woman.
Julie's father became Roger's role model for how to be a good father. Julie also learned a great deal from her father; she is now an excellent mother, constantly repeating the methods her father used to treat her children.
Roger and Miranda also inherited certain traits from their parents, namely a serious attitude towards work and a strong sense of career. This is why they were both successful in their careers, and why they could afford the enormous cost of artificial insemination, enabling them to have Joseph, Emma, and Darwin. At least in this respect, Roger and Miranda were grateful to their parents.
Therefore, Roger tried to instill this in his children as well. While telling them the importance of hard work, he didn't forget to spend enough time playing and doing things with them, and most importantly, constantly telling them that he loved them very much no matter what… Slowly, the setting sun was almost completely embraced by the sea, the distant horizon radiating its last rays, and the sky gradually darkened, with stars beginning to appear. Roger pulled himself out of his thoughts, his eyes falling on two figures on the distant beach, slowly walking towards him.
From their figures, Roger knew they were Julie and Miranda. They walked hand in hand leisurely on the sand, getting closer and closer to Roger. A smile appeared on Roger's face, his heart filled with love for them both. Even now, Roger's heart still races whenever he sees Julie and Miranda. His love for them has grown stronger and deeper with each passing day since forty years ago. Perhaps it won't stop until the moment he dies.
So far in his life, fate has been very kind to him—no, perhaps more accurately, very generous.
Miranda and Julie's company thrived, evolving from "Beach House Design" into "Beach House Group." Roger changed careers, abandoning his lawyer pursuits, and joined the board of directors of "Beach House Group," just like Miranda and Julie.
Miranda's business acumen combined with Julie's artistic talent made their group a model of local business success. Because of their compassion, their company also engaged in numerous charitable endeavors. It provided many jobs for the local community, actively participated in community development, and, most importantly, invested heavily in improving the surrounding environment. Their largest environmental engineering project was in this bay and on this beach.
Years ago, the local seawater became increasingly polluted, the beaches were eroded, and littered with trash.
They were deeply saddened by this, so when they were able, they invested in restoring the environment.
After more than a decade of restoration, it has become a beautiful and clean tourist destination again.
Of course, their lives haven't always been smooth sailing. In these forty years, their journey has been filled with hardship, despair, disaster, and suffering. Some directly affected their family, while others impacted the world. During the most difficult years, relying on mutual help and encouragement, they weathered these trials.
Most importantly for Roger, his loved ones were still with him. Several times, their fates were nearly altered: Miranda's postpartum hemorrhage during twin birth, Julie's battle with cancer, Joseph's injury in the war, Darwin's car accident, and Roger's own heart attack. Although family members narrowly escaped death each time, they were fortunate enough to survive and return to a happy life.
Roger considered it a miracle; he didn't know why his fate was so good, wondering if he had done many good deeds in his past life. The ups and downs of life made him even more excited about the hardships of life, and he was very glad that he had not wasted his life.
Whether he was with his family members or not, whether they could hear him or not, every day he poured out his love for Miranda, Julie, and the children in his heart. He knew that others did the same. Perhaps, it was this love from the whole family that was the real reason for their happiness and good fortune.
Roger looked up at the sky, watching one star after another appear in the darkening sky. Every time he saw the stars, he missed his three children. Now they were all grown up, independent, and had their own lives. Roger was proud of them; he had done his best to raise his three children to adulthood and teach them independence.
The three children had all chosen their own paths in life, and although they were all independent, they still often came home to visit their parents. Joseph was married and had several children. When the family came back, Roger, Julie, and Miranda were especially happy, spending almost all their time playing with their grandchildren, enjoying the joys of family life.
Roger's thoughts returned to reality, for Miranda and Julie were back, hand in hand, standing before him, smiling at him. Under their loving gaze, Roger felt the same excitement and joy as always, his love for them welling up from the depths of his heart. A
bright smile spread across his face as he asked, "Where did you two go?"
Miranda smiled and said, "We just took a walk along the beach."
"Why didn't you call me?" Roger asked.
Julie said tenderly, "You were asleep. Seeing how soundly you were sleeping, we didn't wake you. "
Roger scratched his head and said, "You could have woken me up; I wanted to go with you."
"Don't worry, darling, we'll have plenty of opportunities to go for walks together," Julie continued with a smile, "How did you sleep, baby?"
"Very well, and I even dreamt about you two," Roger replied with a smile.
“That’s great, I knew you’d dream about us. You’re always so insatiable, always thinking about us, aren’t you?” Julie giggled, then asked Miranda, “How should we repay him?”
Miranda giggled too. “I think the only thing we can do is love him with all our hearts.”
Julie sighed deliberately, then continued laughing, “I think so too. Honey, come inside, we’re going to celebrate our 40th anniversary all night tonight. I’m so glad you’ve had a good rest and a good night’s sleep, so you’ll have plenty of energy to go wild tonight.” As she spoke, she looked at Miranda intimately.
“You two go in first, I’ll be right there,” Roger said with a knowing smile, fully understanding the implication in Julie’s words. Miranda and Julie turned and went into the house. Roger stood up from the recliner, watching the beautiful backs of his two beloved women, and felt his penis slowly hardening again.
Forty years have passed. Miranda is now almost sixty, and Julie is nearing eighty, yet they both maintain their figures and appearances remarkably well, looking at least twenty years younger than their actual ages. Roger is sixty-one, but feels he's still in the prime of his life.
Roger believes the reason he feels so young is twofold: firstly, advancements in medicine and society have continuously improved the quality of life for all humanity, leading to a general increase in life expectancy; and secondly, the love Miranda and Julie have for him. Their love fills him with constant hope for life and a love for living.
Roger leisurely walks into the house, and familiar music catches his attention. It's a very old song, one he heard as a child.
The latest scientific and technological developments have fueled a more frenzied passion for exploring outer space. In the endless, dark journeys of interstellar travel, people on interstellar voyages find themselves drawn to old songs from the last century. As they traverse planet after planet, building new worlds and creating new life, these old songs remind them of their home on Earth and the life they once had.
People on Earth keep covering these old songs, constantly adding modern elements, giving them new life, and attracting more and more young people.
However, for Roger, these old songs only remind him of Miranda and Julie, of the ups and downs they've been through together, and of the night they met forty years ago. Tonight, they will celebrate their fortieth anniversary, celebrate forty years of their souls being intertwined, celebrate their forty years of love and desire. Roger
is ready; he's ready to party all night with Miranda and Julie, and he's ready for their love to continue for forty years, perhaps forever.
Their souls were given to each other forty years ago; forty years ago, they were each other's possessions, and through the covenant between their souls, they deepened their love, cherishing and supporting each other, sharing forty years of life together. Their souls still belonged to each other, and in the days to come, they would forever maintain this bond, forever…
Roger hummed softly to the music as he walked toward the door:
“Looking at the pyramids by the Nile, watching the sun rise on the island, my love, do you remember, you will always belong to me…” [
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