Daughter Xiaowei

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I will always remember that bitterly cold day. On the eve of what should have been a joyous Lunar New Year, my mother so cruelly left us. I was 10 years old that year, but her last look is etched deeply into my heart like a brand. She told me, "Take good care of yourself, take good care of your father." My family was originally an enviable little family. My father came from the countryside in the south. He was an introverted, honest, gentle, and kind person. Perhaps due to complementary personalities, this attracted the student council president at the same university, who became my mother. My mother, with her bright and charming appearance, behaved in a way that matched her extraordinary temperament—outgoing, confident, and humorous. After my mother passed away, my father, a civil servant, voluntarily transferred to the countryside in the south, and from then on, my mother and I depended on each other. Life in the countryside was very peaceful. My father took on the role of both mother and mother, taking good care of me. We talked about everything. For a while, I was worried about my father remarrying. His tall, thin figure and melancholic, handsome face made him very attractive to the opposite sex. At first, whether it was colleagues or business associates, there were quite a few women who pursued my father. Among them, I only admired one of my father's female colleagues, her name was Yaqi, 21 years old, very gentle and always smiling, a kind and considerate person. I was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend, knowing that she had a ton of suitors. She wasn't pursuing my father, but rather they became good friends. I could tell she really liked him. Rationally, I naturally hoped my father would remarry, but emotionally, I only wanted to possess him exclusively. This feeling always troubled me, and my father didn't disappoint me; even with a girl like Yaqi, he didn't develop feelings for her. However, things gradually changed. When I was 12, I had my first period. My father personally explained the reason to me and gently washed the blood with warm water. The impact of the warm water and my father's gentle caresses gave me waves of pleasure and surprise. From then on, I longed to bathe with my dad, but we stopped bathing together after my mom passed away, because before, the three of us would always bathe together. A few days later, I finally mustered the courage to deliberately go into the bathroom without clothes and ask my dad to bring them for me. When he brought them, I asked him to bathe with me, and he agreed. So, just like before, we took our clothes and bathed together, only without my mom. From that day on, we washed every part of each other's bodies every day. Every time I bathed, I was immersed in a whirlpool of burgeoning desire. During that time, my breasts were sore from developing, and my dad would massage them for me. It was a little painful, but it felt even better. Although I vaguely hoped that my dad would hold me or do something more, these thoughts vanished under the restraint of morality and propriety. For a young girl just beginning to develop, all of this was already too wonderful. But this blissful state didn't last long. As I matured, shortly after entering junior high, I inherited my tall father's height and reached 160 cm. Perhaps due to the sexual stimulation during daily showers, and more importantly, because my skin, which was originally a bit rough and dark, had become fair and delicate due to the nourishment of female hormones, it would radiate a subtle glow in natural light. Everyone who knew me praised me highly. And what I always considered my biggest problem was my breasts. Why did I have such a perky chest despite my somewhat thin figure? It was quite prominent among girls my age, making me hesitant to walk with my chest out. Coupled with my oval face and the bright looks I inherited from my mother, I inexplicably earned the nickname "Super Beauty" at school. Every time I wore shorts and a t-shirt to PE class, I had to endure strange looks, many of them from male teachers. Love letters were countless, but my heart couldn't accept any other man besides my father. But to my surprise, the situation gradually started to change. Recently, my father would get erections when we showered, and he would take longer to wash me. I really liked that feeling. I felt my nipples and that area becoming increasingly sensitive. Once, I found myself almost unable to stand up from the pleasure. Another time, when Dad was massaging that area, I suddenly realized...? Dad's situation wasn't much better. When I washed his magnificent little brother, he would let out a deep, rumbling sound from the back of his head. Yes, that was male pleasure. Sometimes we would lather each other with soap and then naturally hug each other, caressing each other. During this time, several times I saw an incomprehensible look flash in Dad's eyes, a mixture of pain, fear, and confusion. I think you've never seen it before, no, you couldn't possibly see that look of someone struggling with a demon. That day, as usual, we ate the meal Dad cooked, watched the evening news, and I took our clothes and called Dad to take a shower. However, you absolutely cannot imagine that a chance encounter led me through a difficult period. As we were rinsing off at the same time, I slipped. I grabbed Dad's hand but fell to the ground, my face pressed against his erect penis. A strange desire stirred within me because of this close contact with his masculine member. In a completely natural moment, Dad thrust his hips forward, and it slid into my mouth. I instinctively began to suck, and Dad's hips swayed back and forth. He took deep breaths and let out low moans of desire. I felt a tingling heat in my lower body, and my left hand involuntarily rubbed my already well-lubricated genitals. Warm water continued to pour from the faucet onto our bodies. I felt my desire rising with my body temperature, my body tensing. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt an unprecedented pleasure wash over me. My fingers moved faster, and my sucking became quicker and more forceful. Suddenly, a wave of overwhelming ecstasy spread from my clitoris. My body convulsed inexplicably, and my mouth made sounds I'd never heard before. Tears streamed down my face for no apparent reason. I felt so happy, so why were I crying? I couldn't believe such joy existed. Just then, I felt a warm liquid fill my mouth. My father's penis throbbed rhythmically inside, pushing deeper into my throat. After a while, my father withdrew his penis from my mouth. For some reason, I slowly swallowed what was in my mouth. My father looked down at me. I think he saw my tears but didn't notice my satisfied, ecstatic expression. At that moment, I saw shame, self-reproach, and regret on his face. He picked up his clothes and left, leaving me bewildered. That night, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my father holding a picture of my deceased mother, sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing. It was the first time I'd seen my father cry since my mother's death, and it broke my heart. From then on, Dad deliberately kept his distance from me. We didn't shower together every day. He said I was grown up and didn't need to shower together anymore. I was confused because when Mom was alive, we always showered together. Mom has grown up too. What's worse, we hardly ever talked. The only conversations we had were the unavoidable daily ones. He even opened a bank account for me to withdraw money, avoiding contact between us. He installed a phone and a TV for me—all to prevent contact in our daily lives. I was extremely sad, but I knew he loved and cared for me very much. I could tell from his thoughtfulness by how well he arranged everything in our daily lives. Later, when I deliberately rebelled and became bad, I could see his heartache and love in his eyes. Sometimes I would deliberately do wrong things to earn that look and his fatherly love. But I couldn't bear this father-daughter relationship. I love him! I've always said I wanted to marry Dad when I grew up! Why does society view this relationship as worse than that of animals? Animals don't have any concept of ethics or morality. Humans impose it and expect everyone to abide by it. Why? If it were for the sake of eugenics, I could undergo sterilization; if it were for the sake of my reputation, I could remain unmarried, keep my marriage private, and forever be my father's obedient daughter until his death. However, all of this became distant because of my father's indifferent attitude. Sometimes I hated his indecisiveness, hated that he couldn't love me properly. So, starting in my third year of junior high, I began to escape this pain in another way. I rebelled, and I ignored my father, even though I loved him from the bottom of my heart. My temper worsened, my studies depended on my mood, and I skipped classes. I went from a model student, a well-behaved girl, to a rebellious and withdrawn student, my grades fluctuating wildly. Fortunately, because of my strong foundation in the first two years, I managed to get into the local girls' high school (my first choice). In high school, my emotions became even more unstable, especially after my father started seeing Ya-Chi. Because Ya-Chi often came to our house and chatted and laughed with my father, my mood plummeted, and I even started smoking and skipping classes. Shortly after entering my second year of high school, I skipped class one lunch break and went home. I found my dad's car was still there, as if it were still at home. I was used to opening the door myself without telling him. I quietly unlocked the door and went inside, only to find another pair of women's shoes. I quietly approached my father's bedroom. The door wasn't locked. Of course, my dad hadn't expected me to come back.The two of them were sitting on the edge of the bed, passionately kissing. I guessed they must have used their lunch break to rush back from their nearby workplace to do this. Seeing this, I was filled with rage, cursing the two of them in my mind. How could they do this to me? Although angry, I still watched their progress intently. I saw Dad kissing Yaqi continuously and slowly removing the buttons from her loose clothes. Aunt Yaqi seemed shy, but in the end, Dad stripped her naked. Only then did I see that a devilish figure was hidden under the loose clothes. Yaqi's figure was so good; her fair, round buttocks and perky breasts were every man's dream. Dad made Yaqi lie down, burying his head between her legs, savoring the sweet nectar, while his hands each grasped a breast, his fingers constantly playing with her nipples. Yaqi's face was flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes slightly closed, and she was emitting captivating moans. Although I was angry, I also felt inexplicably excited, imagining myself as Yaqi, letting my father invade me at will. My lower body gradually became numb and itchy, and I couldn't help but gently rub it, only to find it was already overflowing. Since my father's attitude changed, I hadn't thought about this kind of thing, and now this stimulation was unbearable. At this moment, my father stood up and asked Yaqi to take his aroused penis into her mouth. Yaqi gently and softly took it into her mouth, spitting it out and sucking it in again, sometimes quickly circling the glans with her tongue, her right hand stroking it, and her left hand not idle either, gently caressing her testicles. This scene reminded me of when I performed oral sex on my father, and my lust intensified. "Give it to me, Yaqi," Dad said. Yaqi spat out his penis and said, "But I'm scared..." "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." Later I learned that they had been secretly meeting for a long time, but I had caught them having sex for the first time, and Yaqi was a virgin. Dad laid her down on the bed and placed a pillow under Yaqi's buttocks, making her genitals clearly visible. He kissed her beautiful, juicy peach, thoroughly lubricating it, and then thrust his powerful penis against her vulva. Yaqi swayed her head from side to side, saying, "You're so hot down there, it feels so good!" Seeing the moment was right, Dad aimed at her secret opening and thrust forcefully. A soft cry escaped his lips as his penis disappeared into her plump labia. Dad, who hadn't experienced the tight, warm vagina in so long, couldn't resist the urge to thrust wildly, but the gentle Dad restrained himself, softly asking, "Does it hurt?" "It hurts!" Dad stopped moving, his hands continuing to caress her, his mouth kissing her incessantly. "You can try moving," Yaqi suggested after a while, her desire rising. Dad slowly began to move. I could clearly see some clear fluid and streaks of red blood flowing from their point of contact. Each of Dad's thrusts felt like a powerful blow to my heart. Unconsciously, I quickened my finger movements in sync with Dad's increasingly rapid rhythm. Our tongues were still intertwined, and we were tightly embracing each other. Yaqi's legs were tightly clamped around Dad's swaying waist, while her hands gripped his back. I could clearly see the scratches on Dad's back.Although it was just a simple action, it contained boundless passion, including mine, of course. After two or three hundred thrusts, Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and her moans, which had been deliberately suppressed, became spontaneous and captivating. I thought she was reaching her climax because she began to let out hysterical moans, her whole body tense as she gripped Dad's body, constantly arching her back to meet his thrusts. Dad also thrust vigorously. At this moment, I was also about to reach my climax, but then Dad suddenly called out, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Oh! Xiaowei!" and ejaculated all his semen into Yaqi's uterus. Dad's calls interrupted my climax because "Xiaowei" was my name. I was startled, as if struck by lightning, thinking he had seen me, but no, there was no indication that Dad had discovered my peeping. Yaqi clearly heard those words. After regaining her senses from the climax, she tenderly licked her father's penis clean with her tongue while asking, "Who did you just call?" She knew perfectly well that Xiaowei was my name. I anxiously awaited her answer. "Yaqi, I can't lie to you. I just called my daughter's name. I've always loved this daughter deeply, just like I loved my deceased wife. For the past few years, I've deliberately hidden my feelings, hoping to give her a normal space to grow up. Unexpectedly, I lost control of my emotions and called out the name that my heart calls out every day. I know you might not be able to accept it, but I can't lie to you. I'm sorry, I might be a pervert." Hearing this, I was already moved to tears. "Don't say that. I know how you feel. I have the same feelings for my deceased father. I always thought he was the best man in the world, which is why I've never had a boyfriend. Until I met you, your personality and temperament are just like my father's, I was instantly captivated by you. I can accept you and love your daughter, as long as you don't mind me. I also want to spend my life with you, who is like my father." Yaqi cried as she spoke, and she cried even louder at the last sentence. At this moment, I finally couldn't help but sob as well. The love and desire buried deep in my heart for many years all erupted at once. Dad heard the sound and shouted, "Xiaowei? Is that you? Xiaowei!" Dad casually put on a small blanket and came out. He saw me sitting in front of the bedroom door crying, and Yaqi came out with me. His voice trembled as he cupped my face and said, "You heard everything? I'm sorry, Dad..." I kissed him to stop him from continuing. After a while, I finally said, "I love you, silly Dad." I looked at Ya-Chi, who was standing beside me, a little touched but also a little lost, and said to her, "Ya-Chi, can you accept us?" "I love you both!" she said. I went to hug Ya-Chi and kissed her. I felt like we were a family. To me, she had replaced part of my mother, and to Dad, I was the embodiment of my mother. That night, the three of us took a bath together. Dad kept caressing me, my sensitive breasts, my tender vulva, while I sucked on his penis, just like that day. Sometimes Ya-Chi would lick one of our penises together, and sometimes she would lick my vulva. I felt so good, I couldn't tell if it was the bathwater or my vaginal fluid. After drying off, we weren't dressed. Ya-Chi took my hand, kissed my forehead, and said, "Tonight is yours." I didn't quite understand what she meant. Then she gave me a birth control pill and told me to take it. I knew this moment was coming. Dad was already waiting in the bedroom. Yaqi led me in and, in front of him, caressed my firm breasts and round, pert buttocks, saying, "They're unbelievably beautiful! Even I'm drooling!" Dad must have felt the same way, because he was swallowing hard. "Go on!" Yaqi gently patted my white, tender bottom, and I nestled into Dad's arms, enjoying his embrace and caresses. Every touch touched the depths of my soul, awakening ancient desires that have existed since the beginning of humankind. Every kiss made my heart flutter, and my desire surged. The nectar of love had already gathered into droplets, and I thought it might drip down. My worries were unnecessary. Dad gently carried me to the bed, stuck out his tongue and licked the nectar into his mouth. His tongue kept licking up and down my vulva, sometimes focusing on attacking my clitoris. The nectar kept gushing out. I gripped the sheets with both hands, my eyes slightly closed, my head swaying from side to side because I couldn't bear the pleasure. But in order to crave more pleasure, my slender waist kept swaying slightly. Sister Yaqi found an opening and kept sucking on Dad's fully erect penis, as if preparing for the next act. Dad seemed ready, and Yaqi then gently stroked my breasts. Dad first held his magnificent penis and rubbed it against my clitoris. I finally understood what Sister Yaqi had said during the day: "So hot, so comfortable!" I couldn't say it, I could only express it with the most primal sound, "Mmm... mmm..." I heard an incredibly lewd sound from my mouth, so soft and so seductive. Originally, I was worried that Dad's thing was too big and would hurt me. Now, I actually hoped it would enter quickly, fully possess me, fill me, and thrust into me forcefully. Dad didn't do that. He patiently tormented me. Tortured? Yes, I didn't misuse the word. I think experienced people will understand my situation. Just as I was being sweetly tormented, I suddenly felt a tearing sensation, and I involuntarily cried out, "Ah!" Dad gently said, "My little Wei, does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt! I love Daddy, it doesn't hurt!" Dad knew at a glance that I was being stubborn, so he immediately kissed me gently and occasionally breathed into my ear while saying, "Little Wei, Daddy loves you!" I felt my ear was so itchy and comfortable, and my heart was so sweet. The pain had mostly subsided. At the same time, Sister Yaqi was gently licking the place where Dad and I were joined. This sight excited me so much that I pushed Dad's waist away with my hand and then pulled it back. Dad understood and moved with me. At first, it still hurt, but it was mixed with an unbearable tingling and itching. It was hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure. Soon, I heard myself moaning: "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...Dad...Wei loves you so much...mmm..." The pain had vanished, replaced by an inexplicable pleasure spreading from my vagina. Sister Yaqi, in sync with Dad's thrusts, rubbed my clitoris with one hand while her other hand ecstatically massaged her own vagina. I felt so itchy and so pleasurable, like being bitten by a mosquito—the more you scratch, the more it itches and feels, until your skin breaks and it hurts, yet you can't stop. But sex is different; there's an orgasm. I was lucky enough to experience the most beautiful sensation of my life on my first time having sex. My whole body convulsed rhythmically, one hand involuntarily gripping the sheets, the other tightly holding Sister Yaqi's hand, my legs clamping tightly around Dad's waist. I wanted to scream but couldn't; the words were stuck in my throat. At that moment, Dad held me tightly, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed deep into my vagina, and I felt incredibly warm. My mind went blank with pleasure, and then my whole body went limp. "Ah..." I let out a deep, satisfied moan that had been stuck in my throat. When I came to my senses, Dad was lying on his side next to me, stroking my breasts and looking at me affectionately. Sister Yaqi was lying on my other side, asking me if I was satisfied. I smiled and nodded. I felt so happy at that moment, and as the pleasure slowly subsided, I drifted off to sleep contentedly. In the morning, around five o'clock, I was awakened by the shaking of the bed and the sound of soft moans. It turned out that Dad and Sister Yaqi were enjoying themselves. I thought it was my turn to serve them. I leaned in and kissed my father, and with one hand, I imitated Sister Yaqi's movements, constantly rubbing her clitoris. Soon she reached orgasm, but Dad hadn't ejaculated yet. So Dad lifted my buttocks, making me stick them out high, and lower my head, fully revealing my beautiful vagina. Dad first gently sucked with his mouth, teasing with his tongue. Finally, he rubbed his warm penis against her vagina, stirring it with a clear, wet sound. Suddenly, without warning, "plop..." he thrust into her juicy vagina from behind. At first, it hurt because she had only been deflowered yesterday, but then came an indescribable pleasure. Ya-qi had already recovered from her orgasm and lay down next to me in the exact same position as me, our two vaginas pressed tightly together, waiting to share my dear father. Dad thrust into me while poking her vagina with his fingers. We looked at each other and smiled contentedly. Suddenly, Dad pulled out his huge penis and put it into Ya-qi's vagina. I immediately felt empty and a little angry, like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away. Fortunately, Dad's fingers immediately filled in, but they weren't as warm and comfortable as his penis. Soon after, I saw Yaqi becoming more and more comfortable, her mouth wide open, constantly moaning "Oh...oh..." which made me quite envious. Suddenly, a feeling of fullness filled my vagina again. "Ah...so good...Dad..." At this moment, I saw the disappointed and helpless expression on Yaqi's face after losing Dad's large penis. I smiled at her with joy and satisfaction. This cycle of ecstasy and disappointment repeated several times until Yaqi finally reached her climax first, collapsing limply on the edge of the bed. Dad was now focused on penetrating me, his hands gripping my buttocks tightly. Each thrust made me move forward slightly, my breasts and buttocks vibrating like waves. At this moment...I felt a sudden tightness in my anus; Dad had inserted his thumb. Although I felt embarrassed, I surrendered everything to him. This stretched both my anuses, and I unconsciously tightened my anus, making the friction more thorough and pleasurable. The slight urge to defecate brought indescribable pleasure. Dad's thrusting speed increased, faster and faster, until we both reached orgasm simultaneously, sending his semen deep into my uterus. Then we cleaned each other's remaining fluids with our tongues. Yaqi sucked on my anus, licking away every last drop of white semen, prolonging my orgasm. I, in turn, licked Dad's penis with passionate licking, while Dad gently licked Yaqi's anus. We formed a triangle. We often played this game afterward, even achieving orgasm from it. If you have the chance to try it, you'll know how wonderful it is. After breakfast, Dad took leave and took me to school to explain why I skipped class yesterday. He made up a good excuse and promised I wouldn't do it again. From then on, I was a good student and a well-behaved child again, ranking at the top of my class, loved by teachers and classmates. Later, I was admitted to a national university named after Taiwan. Although my future was bright, I only passed the civil service exam and was transferred back to my father's workplace after a year away from home. The three of us worked and lived together. My father and Ya-chi got married because she was pregnant. Based on the principle of eugenics, I didn't plan to have children or get married, but I lived a blissful life with my father and stepmother. Later, I treated my father's child as my own, loving him as my younger brother. He was handsome and married young to a beautiful woman, and the couple joined our sweet family. Returning home was the happiest time for our family. There were few visitors in the countryside, and after dinner, we were all naked. Apart from swimming with full bellies, we did whatever we wanted, pleasing each other. Friends, can you understand the sweetness of that most primal call? I'm not advocating incest. What I want to clarify is that sex should be joyful and without boundaries, shouldn't it?

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