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My Daughter's Little Vagina
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Xiaoyi's most hated person is her father, Guoming. He's a truck driver who spends his wages on alcohol and beats
his wife when drunk. His wife couldn't bear the hardship and left home.

Guoming, having lost his wife, became even more irritable, spending his days drinking and depressed. He neglected his daughter and
young son, who had no food.

Facing this major family crisis, Xiaoyi dropped out of school to care for her younger brother and manage the household. One night, Guoming
got drunk and collapsed on the bed, vomiting all over himself. Xiaoyi cleaned him up, and in her confusion, mistook
her daughter for her wife, pulled her onto the bed, tore her clothes, stripped her naked, and raped her. Xiaoyi was
powerless to resist, enduring the brutal beating. Amidst her desperate pleas for mercy, Xiaoyi allowed her father to use her still-
developing body as a tool for his sexual gratification.

When Guoming woke up, he found his daughter sleeping beside him, naked as he was, sobbing uncontrollably, her chest
heaving, her nipples still unopened. The sheets were stained with blood and semen, and the pillow was soaked
with tears . On the floor lay his daughter's torn clothes. Guoming felt remorse and pounded his chest, telling his daughter
he had been wrong.

He knew he wasn't a good father, but he couldn't have done such a beastly thing to his daughter. His alcohol-numbed mind
made him mistakenly believe his wife had returned. Xiaoyi had indeed heard her father hold her tightly, thrusting his large penis into her vagina
, calling out her mother's name repeatedly. Xiaoyi wiped away her tears and begged her father to consider their
young age and the loss of their mother. They needed their father for support.

To express his remorse to his daughter, Guoming wrapped his naked daughter in the sheet, disregarding his own
nakedness and his dignity as a father, kneeling before her, apologizing and begging for a chance
to make amends for his mistakes. Since his wife had eloped, and if his daughter didn't forgive him either, there was no
point . Xiaoyi was still afraid, trembling, tears welling in her eyes, she told her father that life was already hard enough, and for her and
her brother's sake, Dad had to pull himself together.

From that day on, Guoming was a completely different person. He gave up his drinking, worked diligently, and was extremely
caring towards his two young children, never touching Xiaoyi again. Although Xiaoyi longed to return to school, for the sake of their broken
family, she shouldered the burden of life, managing the household, caring for her brother, becoming a veritable housewife. Every day when Guoming came home,
he would give her some money for household expenses. It wasn't much, but life wasn't difficult; a simple meal of two dishes and rice
was enough to fill them up . Before bed, Guoming would always tell his siblings about the interesting and not-so-interesting things that had happened that day.

Xiaoyi believed her father had changed; she was no longer afraid of him and began to feel a fondness for him she had never felt before. Guoming
had indeed changed; his life had gained new meaning. For Guoming, a rough man, it was
an unexpected presence that filled his emptiness.

One day, Guoming received a substantial tip and returned home early to
buy new clothes for his daughter and son. Xiaoyi, unaware of her father's return, was taking a shower in the kitchen. The door was ajar, and she kept an eye on
her younger brother playing outside. Guoming excitedly went to find Xiaoyi. Pushing open the kitchen door, he saw her kneeling naked on the floor, water droplets
trickling down her white back to her buttocks. Guoming, who hadn't tasted flesh for months, was instantly aroused. His heart
pounded, his face flushed, and his penis hardened.

Hearing voices, Xiaoyi turned around, their eyes meeting. Embarrassed, she hastily covered her slightly bulging breasts.

Guoming immediately averted his gaze from his daughter's curvaceous figure and ran away in a frenzy.

Guoming wandered aimlessly through the streets, wandering into a place frequented by prostitutes. He saw one who struck
up a conversation with him, so he grabbed her, took her to bed, and thrust his engorged penis into her vagina. The
prostitute closed her legs, squeezed slightly, and he ejaculated.

He spent most of his money in this way, buying the rest for alcohol, drinking until he was drunk. He didn't dare
go home until the restaurant was closing, it was already past midnight. He saw the food left for him on the table was cold. His daughter and son were already in bed. Guoming
sat alone, burying his face in his hands and weeping. Suddenly, a gentle hand stroked his face, offering
him a warm cloth to soothe it. Guoming didn't dare look up, muttering to himself, every word filled with self-pity.

Xiaoyi asked him, "You ran off without a word! Where did you go? You came home so late, I was so worried!"

Guoming, both ashamed and embarrassed, said, "I'm sorry, I'm such a good-for-nothing. I went to a prostitute and spent all the money I
was planning to use to buy you new clothes."

Xiaoyi said, "Is it because Daddy still misses Mommy?"

Guoming said, "I don't miss your mommy anymore. What I miss is..."

Guoming originally missed his daughter. Although he was ill-mannered, he still had some sense of propriety and shame.

He warned himself every day not to have any impure thoughts about his daughter. But Xiaoyi's pure face, lovely smile, and
her service to him made him think about her in ways he couldn't imagine. Guoming didn't just have lustful thoughts when he saw Xiaoyi bathing;
her image was imprinted on his mind all day long. He couldn't shake her image off, nor did he want to, because only by thinking about her
could he have the energy to work. "Son.

" Guoming covered his face, tears streaming down his face as he poured
out , because he couldn't tell his daughter the truth; that wouldn't be human. So he continued to curse his lust,
slapping himself and beating his chest as he did so, saying to his daughter, "How outrageous! I'm not human, worse than a beast!

Peeping at my own daughter bathing, watching it made my whole body hot and burning with lust... I found a prostitute and
gave her the money I'd spent on your bra. It was a lot of money, and I wanted her to pretend to be my daughter in bed and make love to me
..."

At this point, Guoming became so agitated that he couldn't control himself. He rushed into the kitchen, grabbed
a cleaver, and brandished it, saying, "I'm such a heartless bastard, I'll ruin my daughter again sooner or later. If I die, I won't be
a burden to anyone..."

Just as Guoming placed the knife against his neck, blood flowed instantly. Xiaoyi, however, wouldn't let her father die. She lunged at him,
desperately trying to take the cleaver away. In the struggle, father and daughter grappled together. Suddenly, Guoming's grip on the knife
weakened and he let go, dropping the cleaver to the ground. Instead, he caught Xiaoyi's slender waist in his arms. His slight intoxication made him unsteady on his feet;
he staggered a few steps, supporting Xiaoyi. Guoming cried, and Xiaoyi cried too, embracing each other, nestled together
, and wailing.

Guoming looked up at the roof, all the suppressed impulses, desires, and love in his heart flowing out with his tears
. He called out his daughter's name, apologizing and begging for her forgiveness, then kissed her passionately and
recklessly the kisses smacking loudly.

Guoming said, "Why didn't you let me die? If I died, I wouldn't hurt you."

Xiaoyi said, "Dad, you can't die. If you leave me and my brother, who will we rely on?"

They embraced silently. His emotions calmed slightly, and Guoming dared not kiss Xiaoyi again. In the silence
, Guoming heard a trembling yet resolute voice enter his ears, saying, "Dad, if you
need it , I will give it to you."

Guoming said, "No, you are my daughter, that's foolish."

His daughter said, "Wouldn't you be just as foolish if you died?"

Saying this, Xiaoyi pushed Guoming away, unbuttoned her clothes, and wanted her father to relieve his lust on her.

Guoming's hands trembled, and he held his daughter's hands, preventing her from opening her clothes and exposing her nipples. Xiaoyi
pulled her hand away, took her father's hand, and guided it under her pajamas, gently pressing it against her chest. Guoming's hands
, no longer under his control, gently rubbed and touched his daughter's skin. A tenderness, seemingly from nowhere,
softened Guoming's calloused hands, allowing him to skillfully knead his daughter's still-childlike breasts. His hand lingered on the calluses
, feeling Xiaoyi's breasts gradually swelling.

As Xiaoyi's dress grew shorter, he noticed the changes in her body and considered buying her a bra,
since the one his wife hadn't taken was too big and didn't fit her. If the money hadn't been wasted today,
she would have been wearing a new pair of bras to protect her small breasts; they would have looked beautiful.

Xiaoyi lowered her head, the darkness concealing her shame, and let her still-weeping father help her undo and peel off her clothes, piece by
piece . Guoming's hands clumsily searched for her belt, untied the knot, and the pants
slid down her thighs, leaving her completely naked.

Guoming placed his hands on Xiaoyi's shoulders, noticing her petite figure, not even reaching her chest. Her waist and
thighs already showed curves, her pubic hair hadn't grown yet, and her buttocks weren't perfectly round. The effects of the alcohol gradually wore off;
his mind was half-awake, and in his hazy consciousness, he buried his daughter's face in his arms. Xiaoyi hated
the strong smell of the alcohol on him, but her face pressed against a heart that had softened. Guoming embraced his daughter's light
, naked body; what should have been a loving father's embrace had become a lover's caress, leading her to his
bed .

His clear mind compelled him to repeatedly apologize to his daughter, who had endured his further violation. Xiaoyi dared not speak,
lying on the bed, turning her head away, unable to look. His strong figure pressed down on her; she closed her eyes,
accepting her father's thick, wooden penis. It wasn't easy at all, but Xiaoyi had already opened her body, and Guoming was very careful,
holding Xiaoyi's buttocks, slowly penetrating her vagina inch by inch, without needing to rush in.

Outside the window, the wind and rain raged, the wind carrying raindrops that pounded against the windowpane, but the room was so quiet that they could hear each other
's breathing and soft moans. A pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple, there was a unique tenderness and pity. It was hard to tell whether it was the release of animalistic desires
or the expression of love. Xiaoyi accepted it all willingly.
When Guoming's long-awaited sexual climax subsided, he said to his daughter, who was being manipulated, "I made a mistake again, what should I do?"

This was a human tragedy, a father and daughter falling in love in such harsh circumstances. From that night on, Xiaoyi slept
in Guoming's bed. Guoming always felt unworthy and indebted to his daughter, but with a thinly dressed girl sleeping
beside him, even the slightest unintentional touch would send electric shocks through him, his penis erect, unable to fall asleep.
The solution lay with his daughter, with whom he shared a bed.

Guoming, this rough man, was actually quite sensitive. During their intimate moments, he would repeatedly apologize to her, understanding that
his daughter was so young and yet had to assume the role of a wife, dealing with his voracious sexual desires—it was truly difficult
for her. Xiaoyi, however, quickly adapted to the increasingly frequent intimacy. Inadvertent touches became deliberate teasing,
which Xiaoyi accepted, as if she too had sexual needs.

To ease his conscience, Guoming made Xiaoyi call him "Ming-ge" in bed. Xiaoyi found
making love with Ming-ge easier than with her father because her clitoris was stimulated to a breaking point; she wanted to
shout out the name of the man who loved her, letting him know she was about to come.

Guoming noticed that after his daughter experienced orgasm during their first time, he gradually stopped
cursing himself during sex and became more mindful of ensuring his daughter also experienced sexual pleasure—something he hadn't done in over ten years
of marriage .

After making love, his daughter's slender body nestled in his arms, and he felt an urge to tell her he
loved her. But he always hesitated, unable to say it. Finally, the words
escaped . Xiaoyi heard him, looked up at her father, and said, "Ming-ge, what did you say? Can you say it again?"

Guoming mustered his courage and said, "Xiaoyi, I said I love you."

Xiaoyi was so young, yet she had already experienced so much hardship; she needed love more than anyone else. Xiaoyi
was happy, knowing that her Ming-ge had expended a lot of effort to say those words. She clung to Guoming,
kissed him on the lips, and said, "Ming-ge, if you really love me and your brother, you have to give
us a better life."

After several changes, their lives improved slightly; they moved from a dilapidated house to a government-subsidized
apartment. Moving was a new beginning. They dared to hold hands in public, appearing so affectionate that people would think
they were a couple, though they never admitted it.

The younger brother doesn't remember from when he started calling Xiaoyi "Mom." It was probably a
game they played together, with Xiaoyi pretending to be the mother. So, he started calling Xiaoyi "Mom." Xiaoyi is only a few years older than him.
When their mother passed away, the younger brother was still very young and didn't have many memories of her, so it was half-playful and half-real; he treated his older sister as his mother in front of
the neighbors . When the younger brother started school, telling his teachers and classmates that he had a mother gave him a little more
confidence.

Nosy neighbors would ask how old Xiaoyi was, how old the younger brother was, and if he and Guoming were a couple. It was difficult to answer these questions. In
other people's eyes, how many years had this older man and younger woman been married? It seemed impossible for them to have a child as old as the younger brother. Guoming
frankly admitted that the younger brother was from his ex-wife, which helped him get by and indirectly acknowledged that Xiaoyi was his wife.

The neighbors, who knew her well, began to call Xiaoyi "Sister-in-law Ming." Hearing this, Xiaoyi tried even harder to dress
more maturely, but she couldn't shake the childishness on her face. However, the love Guoming showered upon her caused her
to develop earlier than girls her age. Holding his daughter's body, which was already somewhat like a woman's, and seeing her capable of
all sorts of loved her even more, making love to her every night.

Every night, he would examine his daughter's developing breasts, imagining
them standing tall and firm after years of caressing. He waited patiently, not impatiently. When he was excited during lovemaking, he would predict the beauty of
that , gesturing with his hands in front of her chest, covering her breasts with his large hands, shaping them into small
mounds, telling the shy Xiaoyi that one day her breasts would rise up, becoming a pair of large, round balls hanging
on her chest. Xiaoyi dared not look, because it was disproportionate; it was just her Ming-ge's wishful thinking. But
in her spare time, Xiaoyi would rub her small breasts, trying to make them swell, and fantasize about
the feeling of her father kneading and fondling them.

In their simple house, they felt a sense of home. Her younger brother started elementary school and grew taller,
making it inconvenient for the three of them to share a bed. Xiaoyi let her brother sleep separately, so that with the curtains drawn, Ming could be
closer to her, without worrying about whether her brother was asleep. The father and daughter felt more
relaxed ; they could do what others considered shameful when they wanted to, even though it was something Guoming considered shameful.

When Guoming entered his daughter's body and thrust in and out, he still apologized. Xiaoyi continued to endure
the shame and keep a secret, living a life like a married couple with her father. Guoming said that one day this relationship would end,
and they were even more afraid that one day this incestuous love would be exposed.

Did they have to live a life of fabricated stories so that the increasingly sensible Xiaoyi could hold her head high? She
discovered that the neighbors looked at her and her father with envy. Because there was never any arguing
coming from their house. While waiting for her brother to get out of school, the mothers would exchange gossip. What did women talk about?

Mostly about their men.

It turned out that sexual pleasure wasn't something to be taken for granted. There were many resentful women in the world, unable to find solace from their husbands, or who didn't even
know what orgasm was. She felt a sudden surge of pride, and she would let her guard down, letting slip
that her sex life with Ming-ge had never stopped. Even wives older than her, married for many years, asked her for advice on
bedroom skills. Wasn't that incredibly embarrassing for this young girl, just experiencing the pleasures of being a wife for the first time?

Xiao-yi probably still didn't understand why her life with her father was happier than before her mother left.

Her younger brother, though still young and naive, understood things better than his sister. He preferred it this way, with more love and less
strife in the family.

Guoming didn't hide his thoughts from Xiaoyi. He knew that his physical relationship with his daughter was improper, and every time
they made love, he would berate himself and apologize. Although he loved Xiaoyi, he knew that one day this incestuous
relationship would end, and he would have to marry her off when his younger brother grew up. However, in his heart and in the eyes of others,
Xiaoyi was already his wife.

Despite his inner turmoil and financial difficulties, everyone could see that they were a happy family. Happy
days flew by, but their fears were suddenly shattered. An uninvited guest arrived,
instantly destroying what the neighbors thought was a happy family of three. The mother, who had been missing for four years, suddenly appeared and wanted to
take the younger brother away. Xiaoyi refused and shouted in front of their house that it was incest. The police arrived and forcibly
separated Xiaoyi and her brother. When Guoming returned, he was handcuffed. Xiaoyi, being a minor, was placed under
the guardianship . A sensational news story was published: the seemingly loving couple was actually father and daughter.

The court found Guoming and his daughter guilty of incest. Although the younger brother was unwilling and cried to social workers that
Xiaoyi was his mother, custody of the brother was awarded to the stranger, Xiaoyi. In typical incest cases, the daughter would harbor deep hatred for
her father and testify against him in court. However, Xiaoyi pleaded with the judge, stating that Guoming had not
forced her. Everything they did was consensual.

During her testimony, she kept looking towards the dock, saying he was a loving father who cared for his family and children. She also said he was

a good husband to her, and that she was pregnant with his child. Her outrageous testimony shocked
the court, leaving everyone present unmoved; even the judge and lawyer shook their heads in dismay. However, Guoming was convicted according to the law
and imprisoned.

Three years later, one morning, a mother and son waited outside the prison for Guoming's release. The son, over two years old, had never
seen his father. Guoming couldn't believe Xiaoyi would come to pick him up. Xiaoyi said she was eighteen years old, and no one could stop
her. She was determined to carry their child, refusing to let them abort him, and even after he was born, she wouldn't let them take him away.

Xiaoyi wanted the baby to call Guoming "Dad," but he glanced at the stranger, too shy to move away. Xiaoyi,
however, nestled in Guoming's arms, saying, "For three years, I've waited for this day, and it's finally here.

" The prison walls couldn't separate this couple whose love was stronger than gold. Guoming straightened his chest, letting Xiaoyi lean against him .
They returned to their old home, everything unchanged. Xiaoyi closed the door, placed the baby in the crib, and
said, "Daddy's home. Daddy and Mommy are going to sleep for a while."

Before Guoming, Xiaoyi undressed, revealing her mature figure to his longing eyes. Guoming's
trembling hands unhooked Xiaoyi's bra, revealing a pair of proud breasts, high and firm,
as large as he had predicted years ago. Xiaoyi said, "Your son drank this milk and slept with these two mounds of flesh as his pillow."

Guoming didn't apologize, because three years in prison had already paid the price, and his daughter was now an adult. They
kissed passionately, Guoming's hands caressing Xiaoyi's body, even pinching her round buttocks to confirm
he wasn't dreaming.

Guoming told Xiaoyi how he masturbated while imagining her in prison. On a rare occasion, when Xiaoyi was allowed to
visit him in prison, he wished his hands could reach through the glass separating them and touch her face and breasts. Guoming advised
Xiaoyi not to wait for him, but to find a man who didn't mind her past and marry him. But Xiaoyi stayed with their home, guarded
her body, gave birth to Guoming's child, and waited for the day of reunion.

She had waited three years to make love. In prison, those who ate well and were respected were treated harshly by fellow inmates and guards
for incest and leaving behind an illegitimate child. No one believed he and his daughter were...
They truly loved each other, and he didn't want to tell anyone his story. Guoming gritted his teeth, accepting his fate as
atonement for his mistakes.

When he saw his daughter's full body, naked before him, and then looked at his sleeping son on the bed,
he still felt conflicted. He knew that if he touched his daughter's body again, he couldn't allow her
to leave him.

He stared at his daughter's naked body; she loosened her ponytail, swung it, and sat on the edge of the bed, still so pure and
innocent , yet she was now the mother of his son. Xiaoyi stood up again, leaned close to Guoming, and whispered in his ear,
"Ming-ge, what's wrong? What are you waiting for? I want it, but don't be too noisy when we make love, our child has just fallen asleep
."

When Guoming heard his daughter say this about wanting to make love, he couldn't stop his erect penis from bursting
out of .

He felt a little ashamed that his daughter had realized how much he needed her. Xiaoyi reached out her hand,
sliding it down her father's chest and into his crotch. When his daughter unbuttoned his pants, he was almost about to
ejaculate.

So, their loving bodies, one thick and one thin, separated, then intertwined again, becoming one.

Guoming had so much to say after their separation, but he decided not to tell his daughter; the loneliness in prison was more
unbearable than the torture he had endured. But his daughter's gentle lips could soothe all his humiliation. Their kisses met, pressed together. They needed
each other , and Guoming suddenly felt that his daughter's need for his kiss had never been so intense.

Without hesitation, he kissed her entire body, realizing he had never kissed her properly before.
The action that united them as one body was when Guoming inserted his penis into Xiaoyi's uterus, and she came forward to meet him. As he thrust, he said he
loved her. And from her trembling voice, he heard Xiaoyi, his daughter, say to her, "Ming-ge, I love you."

From then on, Guoming never apologized to Xiaoyi during sex. Guoming felt that a true man should
say "I love you" to his woman. It was those three words, "I love you," uttered
by her father who had never shown tenderness or understood love , that made Xiaoyi feel that the three years she had spent raising his child and caring for him had not been in vain.

His calloused hands caressed her entire body, making her breasts firm and her juices flow. Her father's penis
was firmly inside her, and a powerful climax was approaching. Xiaoyi tightly embraced her
Ming-ge, the father of her son, holding onto that feeling of being loved.

This impoverished couple struggled to survive in harsh conditions, yet their love was enviable. They
knew the future wouldn't be easy; the world wasn't entirely kind to them, and the police and social workers would often
harass them.

Xiaoyi was grateful that her mother hadn't bothered them anymore. Although she missed her younger brother, she believed that one day when they met again,
if he still remembered the days they had relied on each other, he would call her "Mom." She had sheltered him like a mother hen under her wings during the most impoverished and difficult
times . Xiaoyi is willing to endure for this family, hoping to raise
her son through thick and thin. Her strength comes from
the joy and satisfaction on the face of the man she loves after making love with her each night.

Can you imagine how much love this unequal couple, relying on a forbidden love and living with their own two hands,
will have? How many children will they have, and how long will they grow old together, surrounded by grandchildren? Those who sympathize with them will
pray for them from heaven. And how many couples in the world do you encounter where the elderly man and young woman are married, perhaps a father and daughter who fell in love and married,
the daughter spending her youth with her father, growing old together?

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