[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 25-27

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When the wheat turned golden, every family was busy harvesting. The sun blazed fiercely in the fields, yet large groups of families, scattered across the endless waves of wheat, could still be seen harvesting. Men and women, their heads wrapped in towels, toiled under the scorching sun, sweating profusely. Older children followed closely behind their parents, while younger ones tied the wheat into bundles. During the midday break, people sat on the furrows, using the wheat as makeshift benches to drink water and eat.

My daughter and son were on holiday, and although Mingming was only helping with odd jobs, Tingting was already sweating profusely after tying the bundles for a while. My wife just laughed and scolded her, saying our daughter was useless, she couldn't do anything. I looked at the wheat in the field, half-harvested, and sat down at the edge to smoke a pipe. This year's harvest was good; the wheat grains were large and plump. Even this patch of land, which hadn't been cultivated for years, had such a good harvest; it was truly gratifying.

Mingming stood up, wiped his sweat, and complained of needing water. His wife gave him some money to buy a bottle of mineral water himself.

The harvested field was vast and empty, the stubble of wheat almost uniform in height. In the distance, the undulating waves of wheat reflected the heads of many workers. An occasional breeze brought a bit of relief from the morning's heat. Looking at his daughter's sunburned face, her delicate skin glistening with sweat, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Take a break," he called to his wife and daughter.

His wife put down her sickle and came over, her face streaked with sweat and mud. Tingting finished her work, straightened her back, and patted her back with her small, delicate hands, seemingly letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Tingting..." his wife called, seeing her daughter soaked to the bone, and handed her a towel.

"Yes..." his daughter replied, shielding her eyes with her hand as she looked up at the white expanse of wheat. The endless waves of wheat were truly awe-inspiring. Sigh… Rural people are destined for hardship and toil. That's why everyone strives so hard to get a city residency permit, hoping for a more leisurely life.

“Wipe your sweat, look how tired you are,” my wife said, complaining about our daughter’s clumsiness while also showing concern.

“I’m not tired, just a little hot,”

my daughter said, her words contradicting her words. In reality, her chest heaved with exhaustion, her thin shirt soaked through, the straps of her bra clearly visible.

“Take a break, go home and cook. Your mother and I will manage.”

I felt sorry for her, but I wouldn’t show it. That’s what men are like, especially since we have that relationship. At this moment, I couldn’t let my wife see how much I cared for her.

My wife clearly understood my intention, chuckling, “See, you still know how to love your daughter.”

I glanced at her. “Your daughter, don’t you love her?”

“Of course I love her. She’s all my flesh and blood. Go home and cook some porridge, and buy your father a bottle of wine while you’re at it,”

my wife instructed our daughter.

"Mom, you should go back. Didn't my aunt ask you to go feed the pigs for her?" My daughter's words made perfect sense, and my wife hesitated without speaking.

I tapped my pipe, stomped out the embers, and knew that in this weather, not a single spark could be left, or unimaginable consequences would ensue. "It doesn't matter who goes back, just take a box of matches with you." I said, standing up and walking towards the ditch beside me.

"Her dad, her aunt sent word this morning that she should go and help out when she has time."

I knew Xiulan wouldn't have an easy year; her brother-in-law's condition meant he couldn't work in the fields, leaving her to suffer alone. I'd wanted to go and help harvest the wheat for a couple of days, but the work in the fields was getting busier, and besides, her land was lakeside, so the wheat was ripening late, and I'd had to put it off.

"Is the wheat ripe?" I stopped and asked.

"The weather's been so good this year, it makes all the crops look different."

My wife was right; right after the Dragon Boat Festival, not a drop of rain had fallen, and the southwest winds were blowing fiercely, making the wheat turn yellow day by day.

"Then tomorrow." Looking at the work in the fields, there was only half a day left. I planned to have my wife finish up, and I'd go help for a few days.

"Tingting should go tomorrow too. The wheat's harvested; I can manage by myself. Talk to her second uncle's family again, and ask them to thresh our wheat when they have time."

"Okay." The stubble was a bit too long and prickly on my feet.

"I'll head back now. Her aunt went to her grandma's; she didn't feed the pigs this morning." My wife looked up at the sun; it was clearly close to noon. In the countryside, people still have the habit of watching the sunrise to tell the time. "Don't let Mingming run around when he comes back," my wife instructed our daughter.

Watching my wife's departing figure, I was about to step forward when I pricked my foot again. I had to lift one foot high and look down at the prick. Tingting rushed over anxiously, kneeling at my feet and asking, "Did it hurt?" She pried my foot open with both hands to examine it; the stubble had cut the side of my foot, leaving a long, bloody mark. Her heart ached, and she said anxiously, "You were perfectly fine on the field, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing," I reassured her, forcing myself to put my foot down.

My daughter helped me, limping, to the edge of the field.

"Does it still hurt?" She scooped up a handful of fine soil and applied it to the wound. Medical conditions were poor in the countryside; this was how adults and children alike got hurt.

"Why are you so delicate?" I put on the sandals made from car tires, enduring the throbbing pain, and stood up.

"What are you doing, Dad…" My daughter supported me, wanting me to rest.

Caught off guard by her question, I couldn't answer for a moment; how could I tell my daughter something like this? "I'm going over there for a bit,"

I stammered.

"Is it to pee?" Tingting finally understood what I meant.

I blushed and nodded, giving my daughter a sidelong glance, as if to scold her for being a little devil.

"Let me help you," Tingting said, supporting my arm.

"No need," I said, nudging my daughter with my elbow, trying to get her to leave.

"What are you afraid of?" Tingting suddenly said, startling me. "Why don't you just stay here? You've come all this way."

Tingting didn't dare look at me as she said this.

Right here? Beside my daughter? The thought flashed through my mind, but I also felt it was too fake.

If I were with my wife, would I need to hide so far away?

Although Tingting was my daughter, she was already a woman beside me. What part of me hadn't she seen? What part of her hadn't I touched? Why bother with these details?

My thoughts shifted, and I smiled, stroking my daughter's head. When my daughter looked up at me, she seemed very affectionate. Fine, right here, beside my daughter.

I fumbled to unzip my pants, one foot only touching the ground on its toes due to pain. Tingting then supported me with both hands, freeing my hands to take off my pants. I managed to unzip my pants, but when I tried to get the item out, the zipper got stuck in the seam due to my nervousness. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't unzip it. I fiddled with it inside for ages, sweating profusely.

"What's wrong?" Tingting asked, puzzled.

"I... I can't get it out," I said, a little embarrassed.

"Silly Daddy," Tingting seemed awkward too.

But she still looked down, examined the zipper, and said, "It's stuck." She pinched one end of the zipper and tried to pull it up, but the seam of the pants was stuck. She tried several times without success.

"Stand still," I said, pulling the seam out with one hand and pulling up with the other. Finally, it was out.

She gave me a playful look and wiped the sweat from her face.

After holding it in for ages, I finally got to relieve myself. The slight movement of my feet caused a sharp pain in my scratch, and I stumbled. Luckily, my daughter caught me, placing her hand on Tingting's head to steady me.

Tingting shyly lowered her head, and I slipped my hand inside. I felt a cool sensation there, and her little hand grasped it.

My penis, released from my pants, seemed to grow rapidly upon contact with the air, like it had grown in the wind. Thankfully, I was in a hurry to urinate, and a stream of urine gushed out, splashing dust high into the air. With

that relief, desire surged. I looked down at my daughter; her breasts, which I had touched many times, were faintly visible beneath her pale chest. Women only feel this way when they desire something they can't have; once it's truly mine, that restless desire disappears. Tingting's breasts, half-hidden and half-revealed, were incredibly alluring. My gaze lingered on her exposed, snow-white breasts, penetrating her bra.

As the last drop of urine was finished, Tingting's little hand grasped the penis as she tried to put it in her pants. Suddenly, that instinct intensified, and my penis throbbed and grew erect, making my daughter blush.

I consciously moved it near her mouth, but she seemed unable to hold it properly. She tried to put it in horizontally, but it just stood there awkwardly outside. Tingting had no choice but to change her grip to pinching the glans. Even so, her pants still couldn't contain the bulging penis.

"Dad..." my daughter looked at me coquettishly, a hint of reproach in her eyes.

That thing jumped again in front of her, almost bouncing onto her face.

"I don't care about you anymore," my daughter said, turning her face away, looking sulky, but still holding onto it.

Her small breasts, deformed by the change in position, were squeezed out of shape by her bra. I really wanted to bend down and squeeze them, but her naivety and the outdoor setting made me hesitate.

I just stood there, stroking my daughter's hair, eagerly waiting for her.

Not far away, the people working in the fields were already resting. I could hear adults calling their children and children whining to their parents. All of this stimulated my senses, intensifying my desire to tease my daughter. I consciously thrust my hips forward, letting my penis slide in and out of her hand. Because Tingting held it tightly, my penis didn't slip out of her grasp, almost pulling her down.

My daughter turned around and said coquettishly, "Bad Daddy."

My throat tightened, and I made a gurgling sound. I lifted her chin and looked at her. "Is Daddy bad?"

"Yes, I am!" Her little hand gripping my penis tightened sharply.

"Shh..." A tingling sensation spread from there, numbing my senses. I lifted her chin, bent down, and kissed her. In the scorching wheat field, amidst the people harvesting wheat, I was playing a sexual game with my own daughter.

I held her little mouth, swallowing her saliva, and pressed my nose against hers, feeling her youthful breath.

"It's so hot, Daddy..." My daughter, nestled in my arms, felt our temperature rising and struggled to enjoy the not-so-cool breeze.

Looking at my daughter's flushed face and delicate little mouth, I lifted my buttocks and brought my penis to her lips. She giggled and gripped it tightly, preventing me from moving forward. Then, she pinched the glans, forming a small mouth shape, and looked at me playfully.

"Tingting," I said, eager for her to give me oral sex, pressing the back of her head and pushing forward.

"Mmm..." Tingting drawled, playfully touching her lips with her own.

I tried to pry open her lips, but her tightly clenched teeth blocked my way. My swollen, purple glans, even the ridges, gleamed with a bluish-green light, like a little hat, proudly displayed before my daughter.

Tingting stuck out her tongue and licked it. A wave of pleasure and forbidden joy washed over me. In broad daylight, my own daughter was teasing and arousing her father's penis. I pressed down on the back of her head again, thrusting in hard. This time, my daughter only resisted briefly before releasing me. My buttocks were almost touching her mouth, her pubic hair irritating her face. My penis was longer than a man's.

"Ugh..." Her cheeks arched, her small mouth tightly enveloping my penis, swallowing it all the way to the base of my throbbing, veiny cock.

I thrust in again, feeling her throat tighten. Tingting clearly choked, quickly pulling out, gasping for breath, and glaring at me fiercely.

"Bad cock!" A thin strand of saliva clung to the corner of her mouth as she wiped the glans with her hand, which stirred something within me again.

I placed my penis near my daughter's lips, rubbing the head against hers, watching her mouth stretch into various shapes. Tingting took it in and gently bit it with her teeth, carefully licking the tip of my penis with her tongue. When I couldn't resist, I teasingly pushed it in a little, but my daughter quickly grabbed it, afraid I would make her perform oral sex again.

I bent down and unbuttoned my daughter's shirt, pulling off the bra strap on one shoulder, exposing her snow-white breasts. I bent down to pinch and touch them, but the position prevented me from doing so.

Tingting looked up at me and giggled. Seeing my encouraging look, she lowered her head, swallowed it, and touched the ridge of my penis with her teeth, squeezing it hard with her little hands. Suddenly, her teeth circled the groove at the base of my penis, biting down retaliatoryly.

"Tingting." I shuddered in pain, my eyes and tone stopping her at the same time.

Tingting quickly let go, reaching out to grab my scrotum, kneading it from side to side.

My consciousness blurred. Gazing at the endless expanse of wheat fields, I felt as if I were melting into them, my body undulating with the waves of wheat, even my consciousness swaying. The pleasure in my scrotum and the thrusting of my penis made me forget the scorching sun and the passage of time.

"Dad... Sister... Dinner's here."

I vaguely heard my son's voice from afar. My mouth and hands quickened their pace. When my consciousness returned to the fields, I saw the figures of my wife and son through several layers of wheat.

"Dad..." Tingting vaguely heard her brother's voice, and her mouth slowed down a bit.

"Daughter, hurry up." I urged her.

My little hands quickened their stroking, penetrating deeper with each thrust. "Ugh..." She let out muffled moans.

"Tingting, are you wet?" I cupped my daughter's face, watching her expression as she sucked.

"Dad... I want to." Taking advantage of the moment of withdrawal, my daughter couldn't help but smile and say to me.

"Are you wet?" I teased her, and before she could answer, I thrust in again. I knew in my mind that my daughter's lower body must be split open at this moment, her thighs a mess. My consciousness began to blur again. My wife and son were separated only by a wheat field, and Mingming's bouncing figure rose and fell in the waves of wheat.

I really wanted to just let my daughter bend over and fuck me from behind, but it was too late. I could even hear my son running. My consciousness tightened, my nerves tightened, my thighs stiffened and contracted, my scrotum contracted a few times, and a gush of semen shot into my daughter's mouth. My body twitched a few times, and as my son ran into our own wheat field, I quickly pulled out and tucked my penis into my pants with my back turned.

Tingting's thighs were pressed together, her eyes narrowed in uncontrollable pain. My sudden withdrawal made her feel incredibly empty, and she hugged my thigh and sobbed.

"Tingting." I knew exactly how my daughter felt, but who would have thought that little tagalong would come with my wife? I comforted her for a few moments, then bent down to help my daughter pull up her clothes and button them up.

"Dad, what's wrong with my sister?" Mingming saw Tingting sitting at my feet, tears and sweat streaming down her face, and stopped to ask.

"It's not hot yet." Taking her daughter's little hand, Tingting reluctantly stood up, wiping away her tears.

Urged on by her wife to eat, she led her daughter over, when suddenly her daughter clutched her chest and vomited.

Tingting looked at her with concern, "What's wrong?"

Her little face was sallow, and she forced herself to swallow, saying, "It

's alright." "Is it hot?" I felt a pang of guilt for my behavior.

"Yes." Tingting nodded and smiled at me.

"Come and eat." My wife, who had already served the rice, urged us from afar.

"Dad, sister, dinner's ready!"

My son's shout filled my heart with sweetness.

(Twenty-two)

The wheat harvest in Daogezhuang was very fast, with fields of short stubble. The village was small, but its red bricks and green tiles, set against the blue sky, made it a delightful sight.

Wheat was drying everywhere along the road, except for my sister's field, where it stood neatly. When Xiulan saw me, her eyes held a hint of sorrow. Since her brother-in-law's accident, she had become somewhat thin, her beautiful, full face looking a little long, and her bright, sparkling eyes revealing the charm of a young woman.

"Auntie..." Tingting affectionately hugged her sister's arm.

"You've grown taller." Xiulan looked her daughter up and down with affection, stroking her head. "On vacation?"

"Yes." Tingting nodded. "School's about to start."

"Really? How's school?" That's the first thing they say when they meet a child in the countryside.

Tingting looked at me and said, "Not good." It hurt me to hear that. My daughter used to have excellent grades, but I had neglected her studies because of my own indulgence. Looking at the two women I loved, I was lost in thought again.

"Then you should work hard." Xiulan looked at her encouragingly, then said to me, "Why don't you go inside?"

I suddenly remembered my brother-in-law was still lying there. I was so busy with the joy of seeing my sister that I had completely forgotten about him if she hadn't reminded me.

The room was neatly arranged, and a bed was placed in the main room next to the doorway of the inner room. Entering the inner room, I saw my brother-in-law lying diagonally on the bed, a small stool beside him for easy access. Wildflowers in a wine bottle sat on the windowsill, looking quite elegant. My sister, always a woman who loved beauty, had always been different from others, always wearing a small flower in her hair, which had earned her much teasing from her friends.

My brother-in-law had probably been dozing for a while. Hearing someone enter, he looked up, saw me, and gratefully and happily got up. "Brother's here, I'm sorry to have troubled you again," he said apologetically.

"What are you saying? Don't be so formal," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Look at my health, making Xiulan suffer." Although he was ill, my brother-in-law was still quite plump and healthy.

"Don't think about it so much, just focus on getting better." Looking at him, I felt genuinely sorry for him. "Don't rush things at home, as long as the weather's good, it'll be finished in a few days."

My brother-in-law grinned, unable to speak. What else could he say? I couldn't just leave the crops in the field like this. Tingting ran in then, nestled beside me, and called softly, "Uncle." My

brother-in-law smiled broadly, looking his daughter up and down for a moment. "Tingting's grown taller, how tall are you now?"

"Fifteen or sixteen," she replied, tilting her head back.

"A big girl now," my brother-in-law said with envy. "She's so pretty, she'll definitely find a good husband when she grows up."

He praised her, handing her a bag of biscuits.

"Uncle, I don't want any," Tingting said shyly, waving her hand in refusal.

"Eat some, you'll have to go to the fields later, little kids get hungry quickly."

"Uncle will take it." To prevent my brother-in-law from giving it to her again, I pushed her away, pondering his words. Would Tingting really leave me when she grows up? But how could she stay at home if she didn't? It's human nature for a daughter to grow up and leave home. Even if I didn't say anything, outsiders would gossip, and then there would be endless rumors. Thinking of this, I felt a pang of sadness.

Tingting took a few steps forward and took the cow's bellow. "Moo..." A long moo from the cow sent shivers down our spines. Tingting turned to look out the window. "Dad, Aunt's old cow is huge." "It had a calf last year. We wanted to raise some money when it grew up, so we kept it. Now it needs to be fed every day, and your sister has to take care of me. I'm so busy, and my health... sigh... when will this end?" I glanced at Xiulan in the cowshed. She was carrying a sieve, adding hay to the pen. The calves were nuzzling around their mother, vying with her for the grass. Xiulan's thin frame looked frail; she had truly suffered these past few years. I stood up and glanced at my brother-in-law. "Take good care of yourself. We're going to the fields." My brother-in-law looked at me, his lips moving slightly, but he didn't say anything. Lunch was to be eaten in the fields. Xiulan's mother-in-law had prepared the meal at home and sent someone to pick it up. When Xiulan returned, she saw her daughter exhausted and felt truly sorry for her. However, she couldn't neglect her younger sister. During a break, she handed her daughter a towel. "Quickly wipe yourself off, you look like an old woman covered in flowers." "You're the old woman!" her daughter retorted. Seeing the tenderness in her daughter's eyes, I felt a warmth in my heart. A hot southwest wind blew. Looking up at the sky, a few white clouds drifted across the azure horizon. "Ugh..." Tingting suddenly vomited. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed over to support her. "It's nothing," she said, patting her chest and spitting out a little water. "I just feel a bit unwell." How could she stand such heat? I just hope she doesn't get heatstroke. I looked at the big tree not far away and helped my daughter over. The tree was full of people. Although I didn't know many of them, there were a few familiar faces, as we were used to visiting relatives. "Come help!" People still warmly stood up to offer their seats. "Everyone's resting." After greeting them, I helped my daughter sit down. "Your face is pale, is it because you're hot?" an older man said, touching my daughter's forehead with his hand. "Let's find a ventilated place," several young men quickly made room for her. "She's too young, is she still in school?" "Middle school." The wind made Tingting's complexion much better. Someone handed her a bottle of water, and I gratefully took a towel, wet it, wrung it out, and placed it on my daughter's forehead. A breeze picked up, the massive tree canopy rustling. People comfortably stretched their necks, enjoying the cool breeze. A few people playing chess simply opened their arms wide. Amidst the sighs of sympathy, people resumed their own entertainment. "It's going to rain," the older man, sensing the change in the air, reminded me; May weather can be unpredictable. He got up, patted the dirt off his bottom, and stood up, saying, "Let's get the wheat sorted out as soon as possible." People looked up at the sky; some were skeptical, some were convinced, but they all stood up. At this moment, it was better to believe it than not. The fields became busy again, except this time they were stacking the wheat into piles. The clear sky was now half-covered by dark clouds, and the air suddenly became cool; it seemed raining was indeed coming. Xiulan had already brought the food to the edge of the field, but seeing the sheaves of wheat scattered everywhere, she used the pitchfork she had prepared to stack them. Her daughter carried stalks of wheat back and forth, while I was responsible for piling the wheat into heaps. The clouds grew thicker, and a few raindrops began to fall. The fields were in complete chaos, with adults calling to children. After finally managing to put up the plastic sheeting, the large raindrops pounded down, stinging even the skin.

The three of them put the tarpaulin over their heads, listened to the patter of the raindrops, and ran home with their loads.

A gust of wind swept through quickly, and the rushing clouds whipped up large raindrops that pounded incessantly. The younger sister and daughter wrapped the tarpaulin tightly around themselves, but it still ripped open from behind, leaving them instantly soaked. They arrived home in this disheveled state, when suddenly the wind and rain stopped.

They wrung out their wet clothes, dried their hair, and looked at the still-cloudy sky, feeling much lighter.

After a simple meal, they felt the stuffiness inside the house, so they moved a stool to the yard and enjoyed the last bit of cool air after the rain.

Xiulan picked up a basket of hay, went to the cowshed, and bent down to add it to the pen. The cow mooed loudly and lowered its head to graze.

The half-grown calf nuzzled affectionately around its mother, sometimes inside the pen, sometimes burrowing under her belly and nuzzling her teats. The mother cow grazed, glancing at the calf out of the corner of her eye, occasionally lifting her hoof and turning her body back and forth.

"Go away, don't bother us if you're not eating," Xiulan said, scattering some grass in the pen to give the mother cow something fresh to eat.

Disturbed, the calf ran behind its mother and playfully nudged her tail with its snout. The mother cow remained still, her tail flicking gently at the calf—perhaps a form of affectionate communication between animals.

The calf frolicked, kicking its hooves and licking the mother's thighs, slowly moving upwards until it reached the large, basin-like object. My curiosity was immediately piqued. My

sharp tongue licked it, sliding up and down, and smelling something, it tilted its head back, its nose twitching upwards for a moment, before licking the deep groove.

"Moo..." Whether it was comfort or a protest, the cow mooed once and then fell silent, though her limbs shifted restlessly.

I watched the scene intently, it had been so long since I'd had such an opportunity. When Xiulan finished adding hay and stood up, looking at me tenderly, she noticed me staring straight at her and inexplicably followed my gaze. My

face flushed red. The calf was licking the cow's genitals, its head tilted back. The cow's mouth was away from the pen, chewing its food, its eyes filled with gentle kindness.

Xiulan, her face as red as a cloth, glanced at me shyly, a glance that made my heart tremble.

Seeing that my daughter had gone to the river outside the village, I quietly went over and took my sister's arm.

"Brother..."

"She's enjoying it," I said, looking at the cow's expression, then back at my sister's gentle gaze.

Xiulan didn't speak.

"Even animals know this," I said, pulling her arm closer.

"Animals also give birth," Xiulan said softly.

“But they’re mother and child.”

“You’re still the older brother.” Looking at the two animals’ actions, she said, her heart swaying.

“Your brother didn’t do anything to you.”

Xiulan clung to me, her expression filled with boundless affection.

The calf licked for a while, then suddenly leaped up, climbing onto the cow’s back, sliding down, and jumping a few more times.

A long, thick penis suddenly protruded from beneath her belly.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively pulled his sister into his arms, a gurgling sound unconsciously escaping his throat.

“So big!” he blurted out to himself.

“You…” Xiulan was also startled, standing there awkwardly, looking at me shyly. Hearing my exclamation, she gave me a coquettish glance. “You’re so naughty!”

“It’s not me.” The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake and glanced at her sister.

“Yours too…” Her sister only managed half a sentence before quickly stopping, straining her ears to hear the rest.

“Unless you’re like…” She stared at her sister, imagining that place.

“Brother…you’re talking nonsense, how could your sister…” She held back her words, half-revealing, but still expressing her denial.

The calf rubbed against its mother, perhaps gathering strength, or perhaps observing its mother’s attitude. The thick, somewhat frighteningly long black penis stretched out straight. The mother cow obediently turned her head, licking the calf’s body with her tongue.

The calf became excited, leaping up and climbing onto its mother’s back, its hooves resting on her back. The enormous thing sprayed a few times from below between the mother cow’s basin-like vulva, then plunged in.

“Moo…” the mother cow let out a long bellow, the thing that had just come out of her again entering. Even animals feel the psychological surge; she shifted her hooves forward, then quietly enjoyed the calf’s waves of thrusting. “Brother…”

“

Sister…”

Watching this, his blood boiled, and his hand went directly to his sister’s buttocks. A blush rose on Xiulan’s face, turning red all the way to the roots of her neck. The calf's first mating left it clueless, charging wildly at its mother's vulva, its fiery dick thrusting in and out. The cow's seemingly all-encompassing organ opened wide, accepting the son's thrusts.

"Xiulan."

"Hmm."

The topic came up again, "So big." She glanced sideways at her sister's expression.

Xiulan seemed weak all over, her watery eyes shimmering, her legs seemingly unable to support her weight.

She said sheepishly, "How come a cow's is so big?"

"The calf's is big." I didn't know if my sister meant the calf's penis was big, or the size it was at birth, but I couldn't ask again now.

"Why are people..." I stammered, trying to continue.

Xiulan rolled her eyes at me, as if to say I didn't understand such a simple truth. "People aren't that big!"

I really wanted to say to my sister right then and there, "Let me see yours, how big is it?", but I didn't have the courage to say it, and could only say, "Then children are big too."

"Humans are more elastic," my sister said casually.

"So small, yet it gave birth to such a big child, it's really strange." My mind was no longer on the calf repeatedly pounding on the cow's back.

"What's so strange about it? You've seen it before, haven't you?" Xiulan said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. Perhaps she was still bothered by the fact that I was already a father and had someone else in my heart.

"It's just..." I stammered, trying to say something.

"Just what?" my sister asked in a low voice.

I mustered my courage and held my sister tightly. "It's just that I've never seen you before."

After a long silence, my heart sank. Perhaps after hearing this, my sister would never speak to me again; after all, we were siblings.

"Do you find it rare?" Her voice was melancholic, tinged with reproach, but a ray of sunshine seemed to appear in my heart after a long rain.

I lowered my head, resting my chin on my sister's shoulder. "I'm afraid you already have someone else."

"Then are you disgusted?" A sob escaped her lips, filled with sorrow.

"No, I like it, I look forward to it." I rubbed my sister's shoulder, my hand already lightly touching my erect penis. Xiulan turned her head slightly, wanting to respond but not daring to. The two stood there, leaning against each other like lovers.

The calf then began to struggle violently again. The cow's posture was stiff, forcing her to move her body, her four hooves intertwined. After the calf struggled for a while, the penis was pulled out, hanging in the air, wet and glistening. Once the hooves were steady, seeing the cow's wet vulva open, the penis was inserted like a drill, thrusting in and out.

"Brother..." Xiulan was already panting heavily, and suddenly turned around.

I grabbed my sister's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said, "Xiulan, let your brother see, let me see if yours is that big?"

"No!" My sister shook her head.

"Are you afraid I'll see? Is it like a cow's too?" The image of a cow with its petals spread wide, wet and lewd, flashed in my mind

. "Oh, you're so naughty!" She leaned against me, head down, looking completely submissive.

"Let your brother see if you want to swallow me."

"I'll swallow you, I'll swallow you." She snuggled against me playfully, and my mind was in turmoil. I looked into the room, which was just a wall away, and my hand suddenly reached down.

(Twenty-three)

It was fuzzy, high and bulging, a soft mass that was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I wanted to just stick it in and touch my sister's pussy. Just as I bent down to reach down Xiulan's underwear, my brother-in-law, lying on the bed, heard the thumping sounds coming from the cowshed. He sat up halfway and looked around, but his view was still blocked by a section of tarpaulin outside the window.

"Xiulan, didn't you see what's wrong with the cows?"

Startled, I stopped what I was doing. Xiulan quickly replied, "Two cows are fighting."

"Don't worry about it, where's your brother?" My brother-in-law was worried that Xiulan might be attacked by the cows and nervously instructed her.

"My brother's here, it's okay." My sister replied, trying to leave.

Looking at the tarpaulin outside the window, I was glad that I had

covered it earlier to prevent rain from getting in, and now it had worked. Xiulan's composure gave me a thrill. I bent down and grabbed my sister's crotch, feeling her large labia.

"No..." Xiulan was still scared and pulled her buttocks back.

My hand followed my sister, bending over even more. My sister pulled back even further, causing my hand to leave her, but it still managed to grab her thick pubic hair.

"It hurts, brother..." Xiulan stopped moving.

"Let brother touch it," I pleaded.

"He's over there." Xiulan had already half-squatted down, afraid of being seen by her brother-in-law.

I stepped forward and pressed my hand against her vulva: "He can't see, sister."

"Tonight," Xiulan conceded.

"My dear sister, I'm going crazy waiting." I looked back at the cowshed; the calf was rapidly thrusting into its mother's enormous vulva. I grabbed Xiulan, no longer caring about the sick man inside.

In the countryside, the walls weren't tall enough to block out a person's height, so the two of us had to keep an eye on the house while also watching the passersby outside. Our hearts pounded with fear, but we couldn't resist each other's allure.

The two thin, fleshy folds inside her long, full labia felt slippery to the touch. I tried inserting a finger into my sister's vulva. Seeing that Xiulan was still hesitant to move, I took her hand and pulled it towards my genitals.

With her pants bulging like a tent, Xiulan recoiled, but still hesitantly began to touch me.

"Is it big?" I said sweetly to Xiulan, bringing my head close and taking her mouth into my mouth.

"Mmm..." A fresh wheat scent filled the air. This position prevented us from getting any closer, so I simply lifted my sister's buttocks from below and pulled her forward, then kissed her head to head. Xiulan carefully touched my front, then my shaft, until I grasped it.

"Here, do you like it?"

Xiulan lowered her head shyly, then I kissed her lips, probing inside and taking her tongue into my mouth. My hand teased her vulva, stimulating her vagina.

"Like a cow, shameless." Xiulan finally spoke.

"If a cow can do it, why can't we?" I smacked her thin lips. "

A cow is an animal." Xiulan didn't resist my kisses.

"Even animals know to do it with their closest, most beloved ones, but we humans become more distant the closer we are."

"So you're saying there's no distinction between brother and sister, father and daughter?" my sister asked in surprise.

"Why not separate? Sex is something you like, something you cherish, the more enjoyable it is. The more forbidden, the more exciting it is."

"You're just seeking excitement?" My sister's tone was a little unhappy.

"No, sister, brother likes you, and once you like someone, you want to like them to the end. Xiulan, why can't siblings who like each other do the happiest thing in the world, instead of embracing women and men you don't really like?" She whispered, her hand becoming bolder, directly grabbing my penis and skillfully stroking it.

"Because we are siblings from the same mother." After talking for a while, my sister returned to that idea.

"Yes, we came from the same vagina, so we should be together again."

"You say such harsh things." My sister had already put her hand inside my underwear, her small hand pinching my glans, feeling my hardness. "

If you say we came from the same vagina, oh, that's so harsh. If what comes out of there should be together, then what comes out of there should be back together."

I didn't expect Xiulan to say such a thing, and for a moment, it felt like an electric shock, a tingling sensation running from my brain to my whole body.

"Isn't that what happened to the calf?"

Both were reluctant to accept this topic, as the relationship between father and daughter, and mother and son, has been a fundamental taboo in human relations for millennia. In this situation, with the younger sister disrespecting the mother-son relationship, it felt a bit excessive.

Just as they were silently making their move, Tingting pushed open the door.

"Dad... Aunt..."

Startled, she stopped and turned to shield her sister. Xiulan, too ashamed to answer, secretly adjusted her pants that I had pulled down.

Tingting, having experienced such things, was no stranger to them. She glared at me resentfully and ran out.

"Brother... she?" Xiulan stood up, her face pale with fright, but secretly relieved by Tingting's naiveté.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright." I hugged her and gently kissed her lips to comfort her.

"You still..." Xiulan quickly looked away, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

"Silly girl." I scolded my sister skillfully, my heart filled with both affection and tenderness.

"Your pants are still open," my sister reminded me. Seeing that I didn't move, she lovingly and secretly pulled them up for me.

"Go find her," she said, telling me not to be angry with her.

My lower body suddenly became erect again. I pressed my sister's hand, wanting her to hold it again.

"Hurry up, don't let anything happen to Tingting." My sister's concern was not unreasonable. I quickly suppressed my eager heart, gave my sister a few instructions, and hurriedly left.

(Twenty-four)

The river water was a bit murky after the rain. Several women were washing their feet on the bare floating bridge. The river swirled past them, and the women dipped their feet into the water, their playful banter echoing. Night had already enveloped the entire riverbank. Only up close could one still see the surrounding objects clearly. The occasional chirping of cicadas added to the summer's restlessness.

I walked back and forth on this side of the river several times, but I didn't see Tingting. I started to get anxious. Where was that girl?

Could it be that she's thinking of doing something drastic because of this? Fortunately, the river isn't deep, and there were people bathing

both upstream and downstream, which eased my worries. I walked towards the reeds by the riverbank, parted the sparse reeds, and saw a person sitting quietly under a tall tree. Although she was a little blurry, I recognized Tingting at a glance and quietly walked over.

"Are you angry?"

I vaguely heard Tingting sob.

"You're really crying? Silly girl." I tried to put my arm around her shoulder.

"It's none of your business." Tingting said stubbornly, shaking her shoulders to break free from me.

"Oh, someone's asking?" I said with a smile, deliberately leaning close to her ear, "Tell Daddy, do you have a crush on someone?"

"Ugh! You're the one with a crush." Tingting said, standing up to leave.

I held her hand tightly, "Jealous? Your aunt and I really don't have anything going on?" I said this guiltily.

"Nothing going on? You think I didn't see it?" She turned around, looking at me with disdain in her eyes.

"Then tell me, what did you see?" I knew my daughter was very sensitive at this moment.

"You, you two... shameless! Picking at each other's private parts."

I really couldn't hide it from her anymore. Tingting was a big girl now, and had experienced so much intimacy with men and women.

"You, you saw it all?" I couldn't lie to her.

"Who cares to see? Go ahead." She said sullenly.

I forcefully grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes, but Tingting still struggled to break free. I held her tightly in my arms and suddenly silenced her with a kiss. "Ugh..." Before my daughter could escape, she was firmly kissed.

Tingting initially resisted a little, but under my forceful assault, she quickly surrendered. Her tongue gradually responded, and she couldn't help but make babbling sounds, her little hands groping around my back.

Our lips changed angles, from kissing to nibbling, then flirtatiously looking at each other and smacking our lips. After all, she was still just a child; with a little skill, the storm was over.

"Tingting, are you still angry?" Her little mouth was pouting, but she didn't speak.

I leaned in and took her in, pulling her lips up over mine.

"Bad daddy, you're hurting me!" She punched me with her fist.

"Daddy likes it, likes you, you little rascal." I coaxed her.

"You don't like me, you like Auntie." She still hadn't let go of this knot in her heart.

"Yes, Daddy likes Auntie." I had to admit it.

Tingting turned away abruptly, ignoring me.

I turned her back to me, looking at her unhappy expression. "Listen to me, okay?" Tingting rolled her eyes at me, dissatisfied.

"But I like you more."

"Then why are you with her..." Women are so petty.

"Silly girl, what I did with her wasn't at the level of what I did with you." Looking at her face, I touched her lips.

"What level? You're ignoring her again?"

"I'm ignoring you? I sleep with you and make love to you every day, how can I ignore you?" I deliberately used those words for her to hear.

"You?" My daughter was too innocent after all; she probably sensed the harshness of those words, and her eyebrows twitched. "I didn't want to." It's a woman's nature to say she didn't even do it.

"Fine, fine, you didn't want to! I carried you to bed, Daddy raped you, isn't that enough?"

"Ugh, you bad thing, I'm ignoring you." She turned away completely.

"Hehe, my little darling, what do you want Daddy to say?" I stood there, at a loss. I had thought my daughter was easy to coax, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

"Tingting, Daddy really loves you." I tried to turn her shoulders, and she only resisted slightly before stopping. I knew my chance had come.

"Your uncle is already like that, and your aunt is also very pitiful." I took advantage of my daughter's kindness. "She has loved Daddy since she was little." Tingting curled her little hands in front of my chest, lowered her head, and didn't speak.

"Besides, there's really nothing between your aunt and me. We just touched each other, you saw it, and it's mutual affection. Don't you love your aunt too?"

"Loving someone means that?" Tingting said a little defiantly.

"What else can a man do when he loves a woman? If he loves her a lot, he wants to love everything about her and possess her. Tingting, Daddy loves you too."

"I'm your daughter!" She nestled in my arms, fiddling with the braids in front of her face.

“Yes, you are my own daughter, Daddy’s little darling.” I gently lifted her face and solemnly told her, “You are my little darling, you know?”

“Mmm.” Tingting relaxed, a slight smile appearing on her face.

“Then are you still jealous of your aunt?”

“But I just feel bad when I see you and her like that.” Tingting pouted, her face falling again.

“What are you afraid of? Your little darling is someone you wear every day, no one can replace her. Although Daddy likes your aunt too, she is my sister.” Tingting’s braid swayed back and forth in front of her chest, I pinched it, and then touched her nipple. “Daddy likes her, but it’s okay if we do that sometimes.” My gentle tone was meant to open up my daughter’s heart.

My daughter’s face completely relaxed, like a bud blooming after the rain.

I pressed her swollen nipple with my hand and said shyly, “Look, it’s perked up again, did you miss Daddy?”

“Mmm.” Having gone through this ordeal, my daughter said without any pretense.

Touching the mound of her breasts, I reached down her open collar and felt around. "There must be some water down there too, right?" I chuckled and pressed her nose.

My daughter playfully nudged me.

"Hehe, I know even without you saying it. My daughter's been wanton, wanton to her dad. You little slut, come bathe with Daddy."

By this point, there was no more distance between father and daughter. I grabbed Tingting's arm and led her down to the riverbank.

(Twenty-five)

The river water was a little cool after the rain. The shallow sand was covered with pebbles, and stepping on them felt ticklish and pleasant. A breeze blew, and the willow branches drooping into the river swayed, creating a unique scene.

Tingting was still too shy to take off her clothes. I grabbed her around the waist, wrapped her up, and roughly took off her clothes. When I got to her bra and panties, she grabbed them with both hands and refused to let me take them off. This little girl was still shy after all.

I reached into her bra, almost ripping the strap off. She cupped her hands, but couldn't stop me. I pulled on her nipples, watching the dappled sunlight fall on her snow-white chest in the twilight.

"Dad, let me down."

"Then take your pants off first," I said rudely. My

daughter grabbed my hand and whispered, "Can't you see there are people around?" Tingting slid down, stood in the water, slowly lifted one leg, carefully took off one leg, and then quickly took off the other. Watching Tingting's crane-like posture, the fleeting, breathtaking movements of lifting and lowering her legs, her pubic hair, like a little mustache, flashing between her legs, followed by her full vulva squeezing together to form a plump mound, she quickly squatted down in the water.

Figures flickered not far upstream and downstream. In the countryside, this was the time for bathing and cooling off; after dinner, men and women sat in groups or found a secluded puddle to soak in.

I stood naked in the shallow water. Having spent the afternoon entangled with two women, I wasn't in a hurry to do *that*, but I often fantasized about my sister's arrival. I splashed some water, letting the day's heat dissipate in the breeze, rubbing the sweat from my body from head to toe, all the while watching my daughter's movements.

Tingting kept glancing at me. When I wasn't looking, I occasionally caught her glancing at my lower body out of the corner of her eye. When she saw me turn around, she would lower her head and rub herself.

Tingting's skin was very white, almost bluish, and incredibly smooth. A strand of hair partially obscured her face, making her all the more alluring.

My daughter and I hid in this quiet spot in the river, sheltered by willow trees. We could hear the sounds of people playing and laughing both upstream and downstream. Every time I heard footsteps clearly, I felt a sense of anticipation. I knew that Xiulan was very worried at home. Would she come looking for us?

Tingting glanced at me again. I quickly turned around and met her gaze. Tingting smiled shyly. I looked at her and tried to walk over. My daughter's breasts, submerged in the water, bounced like two rabbits. My

penis swayed back and forth between her legs like a pendant bell, making Tingting a little dumbfounded. She then turned her head away to cover herself.

My erection began to stir, and I slowly raised my head towards my daughter.

Just as I was wondering what words to use to begin our foreplay without seeming abrupt, I heard Xiulan's voice.

"Tingting, Tingting." She had been searching along the riverbank, anxiously waiting at home, her heart pounding, watching and listening for the door to open, but no one appeared. She had to serve her brother-in-law dinner first before continuing her search, calling out softly when no one was around.

"Hey, here I am," Tingting replied, quickly leaving me, her eyes both anxious and resentful, gesturing for me to go away.

As Xiulan approached, I called softly, "Xiulan."

Seeing me crouching in the water in the shadows, she paused, startled. "What are you doing here?"

"It's been hot all day, I just wanted to wash up."

Xiulan, standing on the riverbank, glanced at Tingting.

"All done," I whispered to her, noticing the slight doubt in my sister's eyes, knowing she too harbored suspicions. Women's jealousy is really strong.

"Come down," I called out. I hoped Xiulan would wash up too.

"Don't be shy, you're such a grown-up," my sister said, her eyes filled with embarrassment, turning to look at Tingting.

"Auntie," Tingting said, completely submerged in the water, rubbing her body with her hands.

"Is it still early?" Xiulan walked over. "It's time to eat."

"You, you should come down and wash up too." Tingting's expectant gaze was exactly what I wanted.

"I, no, I'll wait here for a while."

"Go ahead and wash up, Xiulan, your body must be sore from being hot all day." I tried to sound nonchalant. Xiulan's heart was a little moved.

"That's right, Auntie, there's no one else here."

"This..." Xiulan looked around.

"What are you afraid of, my dad?" Tingting laughed, secretly watching me as she said this.

"You brat, why would I be afraid of your dad?" She stood on the bank, pretending to hit me.

"Then come down," Tingting invited repeatedly. Actually, in the countryside, it's common for a family to bathe in the same river. While the men are simple and honest, they can also be rough and rugged, neither delicate nor particularly concerned about sex. Therefore, in the summer, men often take their families to bathe naked in the river to avoid attracting unwanted attention. However, Xiulan and I had that incident, so she naturally felt some unease.

But she was also covered in sweat from the wheat field, and seeing that her niece didn't seem to mind, she hid behind a tree, unbuttoned her clothes, and hurriedly darted through the branches. A snow-white shadow flashed before her eyes, followed by a "splash" as she jumped into the water.

The river splashed up large waves, and Tingting giggled. The aunt and niece playfully splashed water on each other. Watching this, I really wanted to join in. The river water slowly expanded around them, disappearing until it disappeared beside me.

Night gradually fell, and occasionally I'd see the white mounds of two women's chests shimmer on the water's surface before they submerged again. Seeing that it was getting late, I gently said, "Give me a back rub."

Tingting glanced at Xiulan and gave her a slight push. Xiulan had initially been hesitant with Tingting around, but the scene before her made her realize the relationship between us, father and daughter. She just hesitated, too embarrassed to say anything.

"Xiulan, come here, you still have the energy," I said, directly calling my sister's name.

Xiulan was initially hesitant, but hearing her name called, remembering what had happened with her that afternoon, and seeing her niece's expression, she understood most of it. She just giggled and watched Tingting as she took her first steps. The two splashed each other in the water a bit before huffing and puffing as they came over.

I bent over, my back to her. "Still shy?" I asked. Feeling her hand touch my back, my nipple brushing against it inadvertently, I wanted to tell her how I'd coaxed Tingting that afternoon.

“Tingting’s here.” Her hand gently rubbed my back, from my neck to my spine.

“Sigh…Tingting might be pregnant.”

“What did you say?” I was startled, my mind seemingly blank. Her soft hand slid down my back to my chest and ribs.

“She might be pregnant, don’t you know whose child it is?” She said, her hand hesitating and trembling slightly.

“How did you know?” My hand, which was about to reach back, stopped.

“She just vomited.” Women who come over understand the signs of pregnancy.

A series of events from the past few days flashed through my mind, confirming Xiulan’s words. I half-squatted up so Xiulan could rub my buttocks from my spine down.

“Is it…” Xiulan hesitated, clearly considering whether to say it or not, and I waited for her next sentence. “Is it yours?” I wanted to tell her about the relationship between my daughter and me, but now that she knew, there was no need to hide it.

"How long has it been?"

"Almost two months."

"Oh. Once this busy period is over, you can have it done."

"Is it really yours? Brother..." Her rubbing hands slowed down, as if waiting for my answer.

"You know what your sister-in-law is like."

Her hands trembled slightly, then she rubbed them quickly again, her skin burning slightly.

"She's so young, how could you be so heartless?"

"I..." I stammered, remembering that we had no further contact since we poured our hearts out in the hospital, and a sense of resentment welled up inside me. "Haven't you been avoiding me all this time?"

"Have you ever looked for me?" she said defiantly.

"You were like that..." I didn't finish my sentence, but then I heard Xiulan's soft sobs. I felt uneasy, not expecting my sister to still harbor resentment over this. Xiulan's hands stopped, her heaving shoulders causing her chest to sob.

A pang of sadness shot through me; perhaps it was also for revenge, the emotions between men and women were unfathomable. But hearing my sister's story, a strange happiness rose within me. I grabbed her shoulders abruptly, looking her face to face. "Don't cry, are you still angry?" I asked softly, wiping away her tears.

Xiulan twisted her shoulders, wanting to lean on me but hesitant. I pulled her close and held her tightly in my arms.

"Let me rub your chest," I said

, my arms encircling her, feeling her soft, full breasts. Xiulan's chest heaved, her body, glistening with tears, warm and smooth.

"No..." she whispered, glancing at Tingting not far away. She still couldn't let go in front of her niece, even though she knew about my relationship with my daughter.

"Silly girl," I gently released her, my eyes filled with boundless love. I knew that if I couldn't resolve my sister's inner conflict, all my efforts would be in vain.

"Tingting." I turned to look at my daughter.

"Hmm..." My daughter, who had been watching us, deliberately lowered her head and soaked in the water. "Come and help Auntie rub off the dirt."

"Okay." Tingting hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied.

Watching Tingting paddle across the water, her breasts bouncing up and down, her little hands paddling on the surface as she walked over.

"Auntie, let me scrub your back first."

Before Xiulan could answer, I grabbed her arm. "You scrub Daddy's first."

As I pulled my daughter into my arms, I used the same position as with my sister, but this time I inserted both hands directly into my daughter's buttocks, deeply digging into her wet vulva.

Tingting was too shy to make a sound, the half-person-deep water concealing the father and daughter's actions below.

"Dad... Auntie,"

before my daughter could object, I pressed my body against her head and directly invaded her mouth. Tingting staggered, and the lips I had just kissed were pulled away. To Xiulan's surprise, I pulled my daughter back into my arms, my hands digging directly into her vulva from the front.

"Dad..." Tingting stomped her feet and cried out in the water, thankfully her aunt didn't see her. She thrashed about, both ashamed and angry.

"Good girl, rub it for Daddy." I grabbed my daughter's little hand with my other hand and touched the glans that had already surfaced from the water. Tingting touched it, but quickly withdrew her hand because of her aunt's presence.

"Tingting, don't be afraid, Auntie knows about us." The little mustache floated on the water's surface, looking incredibly tempting. My hand slipped down from my daughter's vulva, gradually disappearing into her fingers. The vagina, mixed with vaginal fluid and water, felt slippery. I forced Tingting's hand onto my penis, and she held it, but dared not move.

"Dad, it's so embarrassing."

"Silly girl." I moved my hips, moving my penis in and out of my daughter's little hand. The foreskin was pulled back, revealing my bulging, veiny penis, which bounced in my daughter's palm. In this way, I was inciting my daughter to commit adultery with me in front of my sister.

“Do it with Daddy for Auntie.” He pressed his head against his daughter’s forehead, rubbing his chest against Tingting’s nipples. The water pounded against the quicksand beneath their feet, and they felt their bodies slowly sinking.

“Auntie…” The daughter tried to break free, swaying and pleading for help from Xiulan, only to create a series of splashes around her.

Xiulan didn’t speak. “Look at Daddy.” My fingers deftly parted her labia.

“Auntie will take you to do it another day.” I had to be honest with her.

“What do you want to do?” My daughter, still childlike, whine to Xiulan and me.

“Tingting, you’re pregnant.” I looked at her seriously, saying it with a straight face.

“Pregnant? Pregnant with what?” She tilted her head, looking at Xiulan in confusion. Xiulan didn’t know what to say at this moment, standing frozen in the water, facing such an awkward situation.

I grabbed her shoulders, holding her still, and said to her, word by word, "Your aunt said you're pregnant, and it's your father's child."

"You, what did you say?" Tingting's eyes widened in surprise. "Auntie, is it true?"

"Yes," Xiulan said softly, "Think about it, have you been with anyone else?" She didn't believe deep down that my daughter and I could have such a thing.

Tingting lowered her head and whispered, "Auntie, it's with Daddy..." Her voice was barely audible.

"What a tragedy!"

"Then..." Tingting looked up, hesitant to speak; she truly didn't want to be pregnant.

Xiulan nodded forcefully. "You've vomited so many times, so you're pregnant."

"What should I do?" Tingting suddenly burst into tears.

Xiulan, who had been standing nearby, quickly came over and held Tingting's shoulders. "Don't cry, don't cry, Auntie will take you to get it checked out."

"Then, won't others know?" Tingting looked up at Xiulan with tearful eyes, still worried about gossip.

"No, Auntie knows people." Xiulan comforted Tingting.

"Mmm." Tingting nodded, her hand that had been clasped under her daughter's crotch now casually resting there. The three of them were silent for a moment, then Tingting suddenly glared at me and said sweetly, "It's all your fault."

I quickly hugged her and comforted her, "Yes, it's all Daddy's fault." We hugged tightly, father and daughter exchanging affectionate glances. Xiulan held Tingting's hand, keeping it there, afraid that even the slightest movement would wake us. A breeze swept through the three of us, bringing a slight chill, which made me hold my daughter even tighter.

"Do you still hate Daddy?" My daughter's soft breasts pressed against me, radiating warmth.

"Mmm." Tingting nodded dramatically, her little mouth pouting.

"Then what do you hate Daddy for?"

"You..." Tingting suddenly realized she'd fallen into my trap, rolled her eyes at me, and pouted without speaking.

"Tell Daddy and Auntie," Xiulan said with a slight smile, giving me a charming glare, as if to say, "Keep teasing your daughter."

"You're bad!" Her wet hair covered her face, making her look charming and alluring.

"Is it Daddy's dick that's bad?" Seeing his sister and daughter getting along so well, he felt the time was right. He stepped forward, aimed his erect penis at his daughter's vulva, and rubbed it a few times. Tingting blushed, her eyes looking down; she was still a little worried about Xiulan. He hugged her tightly, thrusting hard, his penis spreading open his daughter's vulva and plunging into her crotch.

"Ah..." she cried out involuntarily, realizing her aunt's presence, but it was too late. His penis pierced her labia at the bottom of her crotch, and he gently swayed his body, trying to penetrate further, but the difference in their height and the position prevented him from succeeding after several attempts.

I simply grabbed my daughter's legs and used the water's force to lift her up, letting her legs entwine around my waist. Tingting shyly buried her head in the crook of my shoulder. I lifted my daughter's buttocks, checked that it was in the right position, and let my erect penis rub against the soft entrance of her vagina. Then, with a sudden thrust, it slid in completely.

"Ah!..." All three of us cried out at the same time.

Tingting was overjoyed by the sudden attack and the breaking of the taboo. I felt the pleasure from the tight grip on my glans and the large retraction of my foreskin. As for Xiulan, she witnessed the lewdness and incestuous stimulation of our father-daughter incestuous relationship. We experienced our own pleasures from different perspectives. 02-04

(Twenty-six)

Xiulan wanted to watch but dared not, wanted to stop but dared not, and kept saying, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Seeing Tingting about to fall, she unconsciously held Tingting's swaying buttocks with both hands.

I straightened my penis, arched my back, and pulled back. Tingting felt her body slide down, and she tightly hugged my neck with both hands. The hands that had been supporting her legs became her buttocks. I pushed off with my feet on the sand, thrust my body forward, and again thrust straight into her uterus.

Tingting had never experienced such stimulation before. Her heart was in her throat. Her aunt beside her made her feel embarrassed. To have sex with her own father in the wild like this was completely contrary to what she had read in her textbooks. She had never even heard of the word "sexual intercourse," let alone with her own father.

"Dad..." she cried out wildly, her body bouncing up and down, her breasts rubbing against the naked man's chest, her flesh rubbing against mine.

"Splash...splash..." With each descent, Tingting's buttocks splashed on the water's surface, along with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

"I'm so embarrassed, Auntie..." Her arms wrapped around my neck, her hair flying high with each thrust. She knew that in this desolate place, with me taking her in front of her aunt, she wouldn't let her off. While passively letting me thrust into her, she glanced back at Xiulan with a shy look on her face.

Xiulan's hand inadvertently slid down from Tingting's buttocks, landing on my penis, which I had just pulled out of my daughter's body. It was covered in a sticky substance, like a poker. She greedily touched it, her eyes meeting mine. Seeing the envy and longing in her sister's eyes, my penis suddenly grew longer. A desire surged within me to impale both women. I parted my daughter's labia, and, looking into her sister's eyes, slashed my way in, making my daughter gasp in surprise.

"Dad...Dad..." Her hands, clinging to my neck, flinched like monkeys climbing a tree, but I thrust in all the way.

"Tingting, is it nice?" I asked my own daughter in front of her sister.

Xiulan's hands were already grasping and squeezing my testicles, and I felt a urge to melt into my daughter's body as I thrust my hips forward.

I wildly embraced my daughter's body and moved rapidly, feeling Xiulan's hands go from grasping to squeezing my yolk. The thumping and pounding against my daughter's vulva now stung painfully.

"Gently," I whispered.

"Brother...fuck me," Xiulan murmured, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew she was already at her climax; even the most reserved woman would become a harlot after this, let alone my sister who had always held such deep affection for me.

"Fuck you, is it good?" I didn't know if it was a response to my sister's words or if her words had aroused even greater desire. My throbbing, slightly painful penis thrust left and right inside my daughter, trying to penetrate her flesh.

Pulling my testicles tightly against her own vulva, her eyes were tearful. "Tingting, tell Daddy, is it good?" Her tongue curled around her lips, biting down with her teeth.

"Auntie, I don't want to." After all, she was my daughter; even as she was being thrust into, she couldn't help but whine and plead.

"Is it right?" I thrust hard, trying to get my daughter to say those words, but because I used too much force, my penis slipped out of her vagina. Unable to free my hand, I tried to feel her vulva. Feeling it was right, I thrust forcefully, my penis hitting the opening between her vulva and anus, bending out and bouncing.

"Hiss..." My penis head hurt a little, but unexpectedly bounced between my sister's legs. Xiulan's eyes met mine, a mixture of greed and tenderness filling them. My lower body involuntarily moved closer. I wanted to free my hand to guide it into my daughter's body, but instead, I rubbed against Xiulan's legs.

Xiulan's hand, which had been gripping my scrotum, quickly grasped it, pulling us both forward a step. Aiming, I thrust in. My small, reed-like penis head was initially blocked by my sister's vulva, but then squeezed in.

"Brother..." she sighed, closing her eyes.

With my daughter straddling me, I had to lean back to penetrate her. Because I couldn't penetrate deeply enough, I only managed to pull at the tip of her vagina, leaving Xiulan unsatisfied. Her hand rubbed and kneaded my testicles from the base of my penis, stimulating me so much I felt like melting into her.

"Xiulan, Xiulan," I murmured my sister's name, wantonly raping her.

My daughter, already empty of genitals, received no comfort and could only desperately kiss my mouth,

moaning softly. My sister and daughter attacked from above and below, making my blood boil. I guided my daughter's hand to her labia, then inserted four fingers, feeling the tightness and widening of her vagina.

"Dad...it hurts!" Tingting tried to pull away, her mouth leaving my side, looking down at my movements. I only wanted my daughter and sister to enter that state with me, ignoring my daughter's pleas. I used four fingers to spread open her slippery, tight vagina and inserted them.

"Dad..." The pain flashed by, followed by a huge wave. Tingting felt an immense tension and pleasure filling her vagina. Like a lifeline, she frantically blocked my mouth with her tongue.

"Ah...good girl..." She only managed to utter one sound before it was drowned out by a moan.

The river water was churned and surged. In this secluded corner of the village river, I, as a father and brother, wantonly raped my sister. Perhaps beneath the rough and unrestrained surface of this rural area, countless incestuous acts were being performed. On this warm summer night, how many times did people, under the guise of watching over their wives and daughters, ejaculate into their loved ones' bodies in the turbulent river? Only the married and the unmarried remained silent.

"Brother, give it to me." Xiulan's pubic bone rubbed against mine, her body tilting to welcome my entry. Her nasal voice was sweet and wet, making one feel weak all over.

Finally finding the right position, I leaned back and thrust deeply into Xiulan's body. The water around us swayed from side to side, wave after wave. Tingting, already on top, began to involuntarily sit down, her fingers digging inside, feeling the emptiness and vastness of her daughter's insides. Deep inside, that hard thing pressed against her fingers; she knew that was a woman's uterus. She had experienced this many times in her wife's vagina, but now she felt it again in her own daughter's. Touching that slippery place, pressing against it, pressing against it until Tingting couldn't bear it, shrinking upwards and twisting her body.

"Isn't it sexy?" The outburst of her body and words made me blurt out.

"Sexy!" The old man and the young woman responded the instant they straightened up, but in an instant, they felt ashamed, having an affair with their own family and saying such lewd things, making them wish they could disappear into the ground.

"You slut, I'll fuck you to death." I cursed rudely, feeling immense pleasure towards my own sister and daughter. Raping them was already a taboo subject, but to further humiliate them, to let my perverse lust and psychology be released, the thrill of breaking through thousands of years of ethical and moral constraints, the forbidden pleasure of desecrating my own ancestral graves, was uncontrollable.

"Dad..."

"Brother..."

Hearing them cry out uncontrollably, aroused by my actions, my desire surged wave after wave. Fuck my sister, finger-rape my daughter; both women felt their dignity challenged by my crude curses, but the more humiliated they were, the more fully the incestuous pleasure was unleashed.

"Good sister." I thrust deep inside, letting my penis release its full force. I felt my sister's labia almost clamping down on my testicles. The first time I had sex with my own sister was in front of my own daughter. The stimulation, the lewdness, seeped into my bones. "My dear daughter." I rubbed and pulled at my daughter's uterus, letting her swell with desire in my lewdness. Tingting's nostrils flared like a mule's, her eyes half-closed, enjoying this incestuous pleasure.

Xiulan's vagina suddenly contracted, gripping my penis like a small mouth biting at my nerves. Her whole body trembled and shook like she had a seizure.

"Ah..." Suddenly, that desire poured down from my brain, gathering in my penis. Before I could think, my penis throbbed inside Xiulan's vagina. I tried to control it but couldn't. I contracted my testicles and held back for a few moments, finally ejaculating in a torrent, large streams of semen shooting deep into my sister's depths.

Xiulan convulsed, her body arching upwards a few times before finally collapsing limply.

She gasped for breath, copious amounts of semen gushing out until she was utterly exhausted.

"Oh no!" Just as I felt my strength give way, my hand and penis withdrawing from her body, and Tingting sliding off me, Xiulan said urgently, then squatted in the water.

"What's wrong?" My daughter and I looked at her simultaneously.

Her squatting posture showed her hands clasped downwards. "I'm in my fertile period today."

I was about to tease her with a lighthearted remark when my daughter said, "Auntie, it's okay, it's all here." She cupped strands of silvery semen in her palms, looking at them curiously. It was some of the semen that had spilled from her own penis when I couldn't withdraw it, and some that had gushed out from Xiulan's genitals when she squatted down.

The substance, reflected in the clear water, looked crystal clear, slowly spreading like jelly, resembling clusters of ice sculptures. Suddenly, I wondered if it would take the same shape inside Xiulan's body.

"Silly girl, you're so engrossed in looking. Those are all your younger brothers and sisters." I teased my daughter, playfully making her laugh.

Tingting looked up, her big, captivating eyes sparkling like fuzzy peaches. "My younger brothers and sisters will be inside Auntie's body?" she asked, her question seemingly innocent and curious, but it made Xiulan and me exchange glances.

She suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, glancing quickly at us. "Isn't Auntie my mother?"

"You...?" Xiulan, who was squatting down, was both embarrassed and angry, her almond-shaped eyes wide as she glared at Tingting.

Tingting realized she had said the wrong thing, stuck out her tongue, and giggled.

"You brat." Afraid that my sister would be embarrassed, I lifted my daughter's chin and made her look at me. "If they're inside Auntie's body, then they're your mother? Later, Daddy will let your younger brothers and sisters enter your body too."

"I don't want to!" Tingting turned away shyly. The hand that had been rubbing her chin tightened into a pinch, and she stared intently into her eyes. "Still saying no? Look at how wanton you were just now, you practically wanted to swallow your father whole."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Looking at her daughter's charming posture, she pulled her into her arms. "Still talking nonsense? Let your father fuck you, let your younger brother and sister fuck you."

(Twenty-seven)

"Aunt..." Tingting began to beg Xiulan for mercy, but little did she know that Xiulan was still angry about what she had just said. She had just finished with what was inside her body and stood up.

"Let your younger brother and sister in." She smiled maliciously.

"Aunt, you're so naughty!" She had already grasped her daughter's two small breasts in her hands, squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage.

Watching the two women bickering and playing with their own daughter's breasts, their eyes were always fixed on Xiulan's two enormous breasts, which were clearly defined even without squeezing them together.

"Xiulan," I licked Tingting's pert nipples with the tip of my tongue, grasping her two firm breasts. Her body, untouched by childbirth, was firm and textured. I mimicked a baby's sucking motion, and Tingting shyly lowered her head, watching my actions, her hands on either side of her chest.

"Let Daddy hold your breasts." I took them deep into my mouth, feeling the warmth of motherhood. Now a father myself, I greedily enveloped my daughter's nipples in her arms.

Xiulan heard my call and came over, but I freed my hand and grabbed her swaying, large breasts.

"Brother..." She tried to pull back, but I squeezed her breasts, flattening them. My sister's breasts were soft and supple, heavy and slightly sagging, which only deepened the cleavage and made them more alluring.

"How embarrassing." I led her forward a few steps; both women were somewhat relaxed after our earlier lovemaking. A breeze rippled the water's surface. The waist-deep water couldn't satisfy all my desires. I wrapped one arm around my daughter's waist and the other around my sister's breast. The three of us moved step by step into the shallow water on the open riverbank interspersed with reeds.

"Brother…it hurts." Xiulan's steps were slow, her grip on her breasts unwavering. She frowned, swaying as she followed.

On the shallow sand, several ribbon-like pools of water stretched out. Naked between two rows of reeds, I pulled the two women into my arms.

"Tingting, let Daddy fuck you," I said deliberately, stimulating my senses.

"You…" Tingting glared at me, then looked at her aunt.

Xiulan added fuel to the fire, "It's not the first time, just give it to Daddy."

"You're bad." Tingting turned away, her face turned to the side. Taking advantage of this opportunity, my hand slid from Xiulan's breasts down to her buttocks, touching my sister's large labia, and then inside.

"Ah!" Xiulan exclaimed, causing Tingting to turn around. Her

bright red labia parted, revealing a lewd, fleshy tongue. Fingers gently slid over it, pinching the clitoris at the tip.

Xiulan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

"Daddy, you fuck Auntie first," Tingting said retaliatoryly, leaning closer.

He thrust into his younger sister's vagina, saying to his daughter, "Daddy has already fucked her, now I want to fuck you, fuck my own daughter." A blissful light shone in Tingting's coy eyes.

"Come on, lie down." Imagining the cow's position and the calf's mounting motion in the yard, he wanted to experience it again on his own daughter.

"No! Like a dog," Tingting grumbled, realizing the indecent nature of that position, unwilling to assume that humiliating posture in front of her aunt. Xiulan then squeezed her legs together, making me feel the clamping sensation from her vaginal opening. I bent down and inserted two fingers inside, cupping the wide opening of her vaginal cavity, while three fingers clung to her vulva, savoring the softness and stickiness of her labia.

"Xiulan, give it to me with your mouth." Knowing her childish nature, I turned to beg my sister.

Xiulan hesitated for a moment, looking at my erect, dark penis, and bounced up from between her legs. I reached out and grasped it, kissing it on my cheek with a mixture of love and fear. I stood up, rubbing it against her lips, watching her reluctant yet unwilling expression. I pushed my penis in from one corner of her mouth, her lips enveloping mine. A look of embarrassment appeared on Xiulan's face. I knew that perhaps she had never been like this before, only towards me, unwilling to disobey the man she loved.

Tingting's breasts were plump and full from my squeezing, the nipples erect. Each time I touched them with my lips, they bounced back. The areas where I squeezed her breasts looked very white and tender, while the areas I'd squeezed were bright red, like blooming peach blossoms.

Xiulan had already grasped my testicles from below, gently rubbing the yolks against my wrinkled scrotum. Her small mouth only lightly touched the glans, making me itch. I couldn't control myself any longer, and with a forceful thrust, I forced open her teeth, her teeth tracing the tender flesh of my penis, and plunged into her mouth.

"Ugh..." A nightingale-like cry stimulated my nerves, causing me to convulse rapidly amidst a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Xiulan's hand, which had been squeezing my testicles, now gripped the base of my penis, pulling down my foreskin. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and I involuntarily opened my mouth wide. My hands involuntarily increased the pressure on Tingting's breasts.

"Dad...Dad..." Tingting grabbed my hand, her pleading voice trying to get me to let go, but the pleasure had already made me lose my mind. My own sister's mouth was filled with my penis, and my consciousness was lost in a sea of lust.

Tingting's face turned a little purple from the pain, and she unconsciously pinched my hand.

"Ah..." When I pulled my hand back in pain, I realized my roughness.

Looking at Tingting's pitiful appearance in pain, my heart softened, and the scene I had just planned flashed through my mind again. "Tingting, lie down quickly."

"I won't..." She still seemed unwilling, perhaps out of spite, but I pressed down on her nipples and pulled her down.

She had no choice but to support herself with her hands on the ground, sticking her buttocks up high.

This position is so fucking lewd! From the front, it just looks like a plump, white vulva, which looks fleshy and full from the cleft of my daughter's raised buttocks. The two labia, pulled down from her anus and buttocks, with the protruding fleshy tongue in the middle, further highlight the mystery of her genitals.

My eyes were greedily fixed on my daughter's mysterious area, and I felt my lower body rapidly swell up. I held Xiulan's head and quickly thrust in and out of her mouth. My penis was wrapped around her lips like two labia, and I could feel her teeth gently biting. The thick pubic hair prickled between my sister's lips, pricking her mouth and nostrils.

Tingting looked back from between her legs, her disheveled hair mingling with the small tuft of pubic hair. Her small breasts, due to her prone position, hung precariously, her eyes revealing a mixture of anticipation and ambiguity. Her raised buttocks resembled a female dog awaiting the arrival of a male. I knew perfectly well that this position my daughter was in was specifically for me; she was waiting for me, her father, to penetrate her after I had played with her sister.

Good heavens! I, as a father, had truly fallen. Not only had I played with my daughter in my own bed in front of my wife, but I had also made her wait for me in this desolate place, in a dog-like position, while I was doing the most lewd thing in the world with my own sister. A

loud gurgling sound escaped my throat, proclaiming my desire, my mind flashing with the lewd image of me straddling my daughter's buttocks.

Just as Xiulan grumbled as she pulled my penis out, I swayed my penis against my daughter's snow-white buttocks, sliding it through her wrinkled anus, gradually parting her long labia. Her soft, fleshy tongue enveloped the head of my penis, sliding down from top to bottom, then thrusting back up again. I slid it a few times on the bed, aiming at the tender, fleshy opening, and plunged it in.

"Dad..." My daughter, feeling the penetration, managed to utter a sound before covering her mouth, the muffled groan carrying an indescribable sense of oppression and longing. Her

plump, white buttocks swayed before my eyes, my penis penetrating her vagina, filling her body to the brim, stretching it wide open like a delicate, blooming flower.

Xiulan's gaze never left our genitals; such a scene was completely foreign to her. She watched all this with surprise and envy, a lewd glint in her eyes.

Her hands involuntarily grasped her breasts, her legs spread wide, a wisp of wet pubic hair like a goatee covering her plump mons pubis.

Tingting's vagina became increasingly slippery, her vaginal fluids coating my penis, drawing out white, sticky liquid, like cream overflowing from her vaginal cavity. Each time my penis withdrew from her vagina, it would plunge back in forcefully, pounding into her body like a pile driver.

Tingting's body swayed back and forth from my thrusts, her two firm, full breasts swinging rapidly like bells, her mouth emitting uncontrollable "ah ah" sounds. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, her face full of lust as she looked at my rapidly trembling testicles, reaching out her small hand to grasp the wrinkled, dark scrotum. An even more pleasurable sensation spread from there, intensifying my movements. I tried to spread her buttocks as wide as possible, making her vulva open even more.

"Dad...fuck," she gasped, almost suffocating, "fuck me."

I inserted my fingers into her anus and rotated them inside, my engorged penis thrusting wildly within. Several times, due to the excessive force, it "fluttered" out of her vaginal opening the moment I pulled it out. I saw my daughter's bright red, tender flesh slowly close, her labia majora swollen and purple like an abalone, anticipating my re-entry. I quickly gripped it and shoved it in like a poker, "Fuck you." I drove deep into her uterus.

"Ah...fuck me to death, you slutty daddy." My daughter couldn't withstand my forceful thrusts; her hands supporting her on the ground went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"Fuck you to death, you slutty cunt! Just as slutty as your mother." My engorged penis, with its purplish veins bulging, pulled out my daughter's thin vaginal membrane, binding it to my penis, then pushed and pulled it back in, forming a hollow.

Tingting's hands rubbed my hard testicles, her eyes revealing boundless allure.

"You cunt, you slutty cunt that Daddy fucks." Seeing my daughter shudder, a stream of white, gel-like vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina. It turned out that Tingting was also particularly aroused by these words, unconsciously reaching orgasm.

"Slutty Daddy, slutty Daddy," Tingting swayed her hips, repeating this phrase over and over. In her mind, I really was a lewd, wanton daddy.

"Daddy is wanton, only wanton with his own daughter. Tingting, be my little wife," I provocatively demanded of my own daughter.

"You scoundrel, you're indecent," my daughter suddenly mimicked my wife's tone, cursing me. I touched her wet vulva, pinching her slippery tongue.

"Give Daddy a child, a son. Good wife," I shamelessly called my own daughter, gripping her buttocks and wedging myself in like a cone. "Daughter, my dear daughter, call me man, I'm your man."

Tingting's vagina trembled again, her cervix suddenly contracting, squeezing me until I felt numb and tingly, all the way to my heart. She

said shyly and teasingly, "Man...man." Her buttocks thrust back, hitting my mons pubis, followed by another cry, "Dad, harder, harder." The pleasure on my penis head and the psychological pleasure merged, making me feel almost like I was flying.

"Fuck you, fuck my wife." At this moment, the daughter beneath me had become my mistress in my forbidden emotions. My penis head teased her vagina, rapidly penetrating her, my consciousness wanting to penetrate everything about her.

"Brother..." Xiulan's ears burned and her heart pounded. Those lewd words teased her, making her feel hot all over. She never imagined that my daughter and I had fallen into this abyss of incest, and she never imagined that her niece, still a young girl, had already learned to seduce and seduce men. Her eyes were almost fixed on our frenzied movements, her gaze burning with desire. A soft moan escaped her lips. I reached out and plucked the pubic hair that lay between her legs, feeling Xiulan's legs tremble.

"Xiulan," I said, my apology fueling my desire. I had intended to use this position with my sister, but I was experiencing it again with my daughter. Touching my sister's plump vulva, I inserted my fingers again. "

Brother...faster!" My sister was already arousing herself; her voice encouraged and urged me on. I thrust wildly and roughly into my daughter's vagina, my hand simultaneously digging into my sister's vagina.

Suddenly, that familiar desire returned, and a thought flashed through my mind.

"Xiulan, lie down." My firm attitude left no room for my sister's consideration. She obediently followed Tingting's posture, watching her two closest women expose their genitals to her. One was her red flesh churning as I thrust in and out, the other had her genitals raised high, waiting for my pleasure. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I suddenly pulled out of my daughter's body and thrust into my sister's vagina, followed by a series of wild thrusts. "Ah...ah..." With two shouts, large gushes of semen hit Xiulan's uterine wall.

The three of them gasped for breath, and it took a long time to calm down. It was too lewd. I had actually done the ugliest yet most beautiful intercourse in the world with my own sister and daughter in this primitive world.

(Twenty-eight)

Tingting's holiday ended quickly, but Xiulan's wheat harvest was not yet finished. The mother and daughter stood on one side of the threshing floor and whispered that in a few days, after the harvest and drying of the wheat, they would go to the hospital with Tingting to have the baby removed.

Hearing these words, my heart ached. I regretted not being able to give birth to my daughter, yet societal norms and gossip forced me to consider them. Alas! This hateful world! Why can't people who love each other be free to be together?

Women are born to be loved by men, or to put it bluntly, to be used by men.

If the father doesn't act like a father when his daughter grows up, other men will. Imagine if a woman couldn't marry without a man? Her family and neighbors would gossip, not to mention the daughter herself. Women and men both need sex. Which man doesn't use another man's daughter when he marries?

But when it comes to his own daughter, she has to be used by someone else? If he does, it's considered incest, immoral. Are the "tools" of a father and daughter truly incompatible? Can't they have sex?

But once people break down those preconceived notions, whether it's father and daughter or mother and son, don't they still have children and pursue pleasure?

So as long as it's consensual and mutual, what do generational differences and societal norms matter?

Seeing my daughter saying goodbye to her sister, a hint of reluctance made me turn back for another look. Xiulan, being an experienced woman, understood my feelings from my gaze and quickly nudged Tingting, "Say goodbye to Daddy."

The father and daughter, who spent all their time together, didn't really have much to say. It was just that after what they'd done together recently, he was genuinely reluctant to part with her. Tingting glanced at me, then naturally walked towards her daughter.

The rural threshing ground was filled with stacks of wheat and threshing straw, almost encircling the entire area. This semi-enclosed family threshing ground was a secluded place for outsiders.

Between two stacks of wheat, Tingting affectionately hugged my neck. "Dad, I'm going back."

"Okay, tell Mom I'll go back as soon as Auntie's wheat is ready."

"Then hurry!" she said, turning back to Xiulan. "Auntie, as soon as you're done, tell Daddy to come back."

Xiulan smiled and said, "I know, Auntie can't keep you here."

"Hmph! That's not necessarily true," Tingting said coquettishly.

"You silly girl, Auntie isn't that attractive." She looked at me affectionately, a look that stirred my heart. "Daddy's thinking about you."

"No, Auntie..." She whispered in Xiulan's ear, "People say they're newlyweds."

"Oh, you little rascal, who's newlywed? You're the newlywed!" Xiulan chased after me, pretending to hit me, but Tingting ran behind me to hide. "Daddy...look, Auntie's going to hit her."

I grabbed my daughter's hand, smiling happily.

"Look how pleased you are." Xiulan glared at me with wide almond eyes, seeing my smug look.

How could I not be pleased? These past few days, both women have become my women. Every day after harvesting wheat, I lie in bed, embracing one on each side. At first, they were a little shy, but they couldn't resist my nagging and flirting. Under the lamplight, I stripped my daughter naked, pulled down her underwear, and then urged my sister to join in. When all three of us were naked, covered only by a sheet, what could be more satisfying?

"You brat," Xiulan said, feigning indignation, "Look at who's newly married, and they've already gotten her pregnant."

"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense yet, she might have already been impregnated these past few days." After saying that, she winked at me and said in a voice that Xiulan could hear, "Dad, go for it!"

"You?" Xiulan was really angry this time; she hadn't expected her niece to say such a thing.

"Alright, stop talking," I had to step forward to mediate, seeing them bickering. I took my daughter's hand and hugged my younger sister.

"Little girl, you have no manners. Am I wrong to say that? Look, your little belly is almost sticking out. Be careful your aunt doesn't take you to the doctor and makes you give birth."

"Bad daddy, it's all your fault, you never use a condom."

"Hehe, use a condom?" I mimicked my daughter and whispered in her ear, "Would I still fuck you if I used a condom?

Then Daddy might as well just use a condom."

"Then you can just use a condom, and don't come looking for me again." Tingting turned her head away angrily and ignored me.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you'll have to climb into bed and wait for me then." I looked at her pouting little mouth, really wanting to bite it.

"No way." Tingting rolled her eyes at me.

"Still being stubborn? Then who was it that wanted Daddy to come home early?" I exposed my daughter's secret.

Tingting pinched my thigh from behind, and I shushed in pain.

"I'm not playing around with you anymore, I'm leaving first." My daughter removed my hand and made a gesture to leave.

"You haven't said goodbye to Daddy yet." I held her tightly, my eyes overflowing with love. "Kiss Daddy." Tingting stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around my neck, and like a lover, I kissed her lips a few times.

Then we rubbed our foreheads together.

"And down there." I said lewdly as my daughter let go of my arms.

Tingting quickly glanced at Xiulan. "What are you looking at? You two can do whatever you want, just pretend I didn't see anything." Xiulan turned away. "

Daddy," she whispered, "let's do it when we get home." She said to me like she was coaxing a child.

“No! Daddy likes it that way.” I insisted.

“Auntie’s here.” She regained her shy demeanor, which was captivating.

“Didn’t Auntie say she wouldn’t watch?” I teased her, trying to lighten the mood between father and daughter.

“It’s all dirty, making someone use their mouth.” My daughter misunderstood me, thinking I wanted her to give me oral sex again.

I hugged her affectionately, “Silly girl, I’m not asking you to use your little mouth.”

Tingting was surprised, “Then where?”

“With your lower mouth.”

“You mean here, with…” She pointed to her genitals, gesturing as she asked. I nodded and pointed to her genitals, “Use that to kiss Daddy goodbye.”

Tingting lowered her head and didn’t speak, then looked at me, “You’re getting more and more outrageous, defiling me here in broad daylight.”

“Defiling? I defiling you?” I pointed to my nose, “Daddy loves you, and makes love to you.”

“I don’t care anymore, do whatever you want.” She suddenly let go of me, adopting an indifferent posture.

"You really don't care?" Seeing her squinting eyes, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into my head. "If you don't care, then I'll have your aunt take your pants off."

Tingting probably thought I was just joking, and besides, Xiulan wouldn't help me do such a bad thing, so she leaned against me, looking completely at ease.

I gestured to Xiulan, and she pulled my buttocks over. "What?"

I prepared to hug my daughter tightly and made a gesture to take off her pants.

Xiulan covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes squinting as she looked at me with a mischievous smile. "So naughty!" These past few days, Xiulan's presence had added a lot of fun to my life, and I knew she wouldn't refuse something like this.

I wrapped my arms around my daughter's arms and kissed her, while Xiulan unbuckled her daughter's belt.

When Tingting realized what was happening, she opened her mouth and looked down. "Auntie..."

"Your dad told me to take them off, hehe." She suddenly quickened her pace, afraid that Tingting would struggle. Sure enough, my daughter pushed me away, trying to break free, but I held her arms tightly. It wasn't out of shyness, but rather because she felt that in broad daylight, with people coming and going, it would be difficult to clean up the mess if she were discovered.

Xiulan pulled out her belt, grabbed her waistband, and pulled down her pants.

"Bad auntie, slutty auntie!" Tingting, unable to move because I held her tightly, stomped her feet and shouted.

She pulled Tingting's pants down to her ankles, saw a tuft of pubic hair sticking up, and plucked it. "Even if auntie is slutty, she can't compare to you. In broad daylight, all

you do is seduce Daddy." "Oh, Daddy, what nonsense is Auntie talking about?" Tingting stomped her feet angrily.

"What did Auntie say?" I asked, pretending to be confused. I felt my sister had already unzipped my pants, a cool breeze came in, and I felt incredibly comfortable. My penis was already erect and throbbing between my legs. I felt Xiulan's hand gently holding it, looking very reluctant, drawing us father and daughter to face each other.

"Give Daddy a kiss." Xiulan, a little reserved, pinched my glans and parted her daughter's lips.

I could feel my daughter's plump, soft, and firm vulva.

Standing there with my daughter, with my younger sister guiding me in with her hand, it was incredibly stimulating and pleasurable.

"What did Auntie say?" I asked, kissing my daughter as I worked in harmony with Xiulan's movements.

Tingting stood there, letting me hug and kiss her. Hearing my question, she stomped her feet angrily and shouted, "Didn't you hear me? She said I seduced you. What a slut she is, seducing you herself and then blaming me!"

"Isn't it good that you seduced Daddy?" I thrust my penis into my daughter's mouth.

"No! It makes me sound like a bad woman," my daughter retorted.

"Then isn't it okay for Daddy to seduce you?" I tried to break free from my sister's grasp and slid my penis against my daughter's vulva.

"Daddy will seduce you and then rape you."

"You too..." Tingting swayed her hips and slid out, letting my penis slide diagonally across her thigh. "No good either, you and your aunt are a pair of adulterers."

I slid my hand down, grabbed her buttocks, pressed myself against her, and thrust in. Her labia gripped my glans tightly. "And with you? We're a pair of adulterers."

"You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth." Tingting chuckled and scolded, seemingly not objecting, but it left me feeling uneasy. This relationship—neither father nor lover—was stirring something within me.

I deliberately pushed in with a sawing motion, and to my surprise, my daughter arched her little buttocks in response, stimulating me to thrust in hard, enjoying the thrill of breaking taboos.

"Do you like it this way?" Having sex with my daughter standing up, while not satisfying, was novel and exciting.

"No... I... like..." my daughter drawled, then giggled.

"Little slut, little vixen, you know how to tease Daddy now." I thrust in hard, a gesture of revenge for being tricked. In our moment of wild abandon, the position became too awkward for the two of us, who were of different heights. My penis was sticking out, pressing against my daughter's swollen mons pubis, hurting her deeply.

"Xiulan," I cried

, turning to my sister for help. My sister, who had been watching with bated breath, didn't know what to do with her hands. Hearing my cry, she quickly grabbed my sticky penis and guided it along Tingting's thighs, which were covered in wet pubic hair. Her hand touched the bottom of Tingting's thighs, her labia, and spread them open, pushing my penis against her vulva. Just as she withdrew her hand, she pinched Tingting's plump vulva, which was covered in white, slippery vaginal fluid.

"Fuck!" I whispered, thrusting in with force. Tingting's legs parted slightly, and I bent over, pushing my penis upwards from below, making my daughter let out a soft moan.

"Dad..." she said shyly, not finishing her sentence, but tensing her thighs to match my rhythm.

I sensed what she wanted to say, so I pulled out and wiggled it back and forth at her vulva, thrusting until she gasped and gasped for breath as she pressed her lips to mine.

My hand reached there, to the point where my daughter and I were joined, feeling the fusion of father and daughter. My hard penis stretched open her genitals, my testicles throbbing rhythmically. Her gasps fueled my drive. I pinched and rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips, making her shudder, her juices flowing down her thighs.

A series of cries followed, "Dad... harder, fuck me."

"Fuck you, fuck you to death." The thrusts below were even more thunderous. My daughter's kisses turned into nibbling, father and daughter intertwining their mouths, their bodies relentlessly responding to the pounding.

"Dad, dear Dad, just kill me already," Tingting seemed unable to bear the position any longer, rising on tiptoe to try and deepen the union.

For a moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to melt into her, a desire to penetrate her completely, even her eggs and body. If such a large female genitalia existed, I wondered how many men would be consumed by lust at that moment.

Xiulan watched us, father and daughter, making love in the wheat field, watching for passersby and listening to the footsteps on the road next to the field. Her heart pounded, terrified of being discovered.

Just as I felt like I was floating on clouds, hearing the voices of passersby, Tingting let out two soft "ya ya" sounds, followed by a shiver, calling out, "Dad...Dad..."

A tingling sensation spread down my spine, my body tensed, and then my daughter ejaculated profusely.

It was earth-shattering! So thrilling! In broad daylight, in our own wheat field, I had a final, passionate lovemaking session with my daughter.

"Feeling good?" Xiulan glanced at us, her face flushed, both still immersed in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

My penis slumped limply, shrinking like a criminal bowing his head. Tingting's crotch was a mess; her pubic hair was wet and clung to her mons pubis and thighs, her labia majora were red and everted, and her legs were covered in a mixture of white semen and her own vaginal fluid.

"Put it on quickly,"

Xiulan said affectionately, pushing Tingting aside and bending down to lift her daughter's pants, which had fallen to her ankles.

I instinctively looked at my own disheveled state; my penis was shrunken, even the usually tight foreskin was wrinkled and turned upside down, a thin film-like substance coated the purplish-black glans, and a sticky substance was oozing from the urethra.

(Twenty-nine)

We parted briefly with our daughter, watching her back recede into the distance. Both Xiulan and I felt a strange, indescribable emotion. I didn't know what it would be like to see my daughter again in a few days. Perhaps it would be more passionate, more violent; perhaps my daughter's belly would be bigger, and I, as her father, would have to take care of her. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," as the saying goes, and this is common in the countryside.

The wheat threshing floor was covered with straw. The two of them pulled the roller back and forth, pressing the straw down. As they neared the end of the threshing floor, they turned the roller over to move it to the other side. Suddenly, Xiulan looked at me and said, "You're all alluring, aren't you?"

Still immersed in the intimacy with my daughter, I replied smugly, "Yes."

Xiulan glanced at me, a pang of sadness in her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Why are you unhappy?" I whispered, trying to comfort her. "Don't be so petty."

"Who's petty? You and her like that, what did I tell you?" Xiulan retorted, trying to clear herself.

"Xiulan, I'm really happy. These past few days, the three of us have done so much together. As a man, I'm already very content to have you both." I said, brushing the straw off the roller.

"Hmm, how could you not be happy? So intimate with her." She said, her lips twitching as if she were about to cry.

I held her shoulders and whispered, "She's my daughter, your niece. We've already been intimate, and you've tolerated that. Why worry about this one more time?"

"I..." Xiulan cried, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "You and her are so close, it hurts me to see you like this."

"Silly girl, if I weren't with you, would I have done that with her in front of you? We could go anywhere!"

I said, shaking her shoulders. "Don't cry," I wiped her tears with my arm.

"I just love you so much, that's why I'm like this," Xiulan said, revealing her true feelings.

"I love you too, I love you."

"Then why are you still with her..." my sister said, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I can’t let her go,” my voice trailed off. I knew it was cruel to tell a woman who loved me about another woman. “But I can’t let you go either. You know a man’s heart can hold many women, especially mine,”

I looked at her and paused. “These past few days have driven me crazy, Xiulan. Don’t laugh at me, but I’ve experienced joy I’ve never felt before. I can’t find that calm feeling I had with your sister-in-law with her.” “

With your sister-in-law, it’s just insertion and withdrawal, the mechanical movement of a couple. To put it bluntly, it’s just a release. With Tingting, it’s a realm, a perfect sexual experience, ecstasy, a fusion of body and mind.”

“Then there’s no one else like her in the world?” I saw the jealousy in my sister’s eyes.

“Listen to me, with your sister-in-law I only learned about sex, with my daughter I learned about enjoyment,” she said, turning to Xiulan with tender affection, “and with you I learned about appreciation and savoring.”

Xiulan listened quietly without speaking.

“Xiulan, although you’re not my only one, you are my love. These past few days, I’ve pondered and suffered between you two, but I really can’t make a choice. Tingting and you are both my dearest loves. I love my daughter, and I love my sister, isn’t that good enough?”

Xiulan looked confused. “But I’d rather you make the only choice.” I knew the jealousy in a woman’s heart from her expectant eyes.

I gently shook my head, looking into Xiulan’s deep, affectionate gaze. With difficulty, she said, "I won't be happy if either of you is missing. With your sister-in-law, I went from being a stranger to becoming familiar, I got used to her movements and posture; with Tingting, I went from being familiar to becoming familiar, I got used to your scents, I got used to your love. Every time I wake up at night and see the two of you lying beside me, my penis gets hard, and I know it's for you and her; but with your sister-in-law, I don't feel that way anymore. With her, it's just kinship and mutual care, but with you, there's passion. I want to have both of you for the rest of my life, is that not enough?"

Xiulan sighed deeply, looking up into the distance, "I'm already like this, it doesn't matter, but Tingting, have you thought about her? She still has to go to school, get married, you can't keep her by your side forever, can you?"

“I’m her father, I wouldn’t be so selfish. I have her body, but most importantly, I have her heart. But I also know she will grow up, have her own family, and have children, but none of that matters. As long as her heart is with me, it doesn’t matter where she goes. Xiulan, no matter where she goes, she can’t leave her parents. She will come back to see me, to see me as her father. Then, the three of us can be together, seeking pleasure and love, and that will be enough.”

“Then you will still have me in your heart?” Xiulan looked at me definitively.

“Yes.” Looking at Xiulan’s beautiful face, I swallowed.

“From childhood to adulthood, you’ve always been in my heart. Even on my wedding night with your sister-in-law, when I climbed on top of her, for some reason, your image suddenly appeared in my mind. Although I felt guilty, I still imagined you reaching orgasm. Xiulan, actually, no matter who I do that with, I imagine that place is yours. I’ve spent all these years in this fantasy.”

I murmured to my sister. These words were truly outrageous, but since my sister had brought it up, I decided to speak my mind. “Whether you accept it or not, every time I have sex with your sister-in-law, I silently recite your name, imagining you lying beneath me, inserting my penis into your vagina. I know these are dirty thoughts, that they defile our ancestors, but I can’t control myself. Sometimes I even call out your name. Afterwards, your sister-in-law laughs at me, saying I’m shameless, thinking about my own sister while doing that.”

“And with Tingting too?” Xiulan’s face relaxed, a hint of happiness appearing.

“At first, I didn’t accept Tingting. Your sister-in-law was like that; she couldn’t have sex with me. So she made it seem like I should have sex with my daughter, and she often hinted at it. But she’s my own daughter! How could I do what a husband and wife should do with her? At first, I didn’t accept it, but I couldn’t resist her advances. Later, seeing that Tingting didn’t object, I slept with her with your sister-in-law’s tacit approval. That’s why things naturally progressed between you and me later.”

As they talked, they pulled the roller around the threshing floor.

“No wonder…” Xiulan stopped there.

“You mean you and I seemed very natural, right?”

“Yes.” The younger sister lowered her head, holding onto the tripwire, and just kept walking forward.

"After my first time with my daughter, I thought a lot. At first, the guilt and remorse lingered in my heart for a long time. I didn't dare to see my daughter, afraid that she would hate me. When I met people outside, I felt like a thief, afraid that I would be exposed. But I couldn't help it. Every night after going to bed, I secretly hoped that my daughter would appear, and that your sister-in-law would bring up that topic. Later, after it happened more often, and seeing that my daughter seemed to be happy about it, I didn't feel anything anymore."

"Since both men and women want that kind of thing, and both like each other's private parts, what else is there? When our daughter grows up, she will get married and find a man. I am a man as her father. My daughter likes it, and your sister-in-law approves. If we don't tell anyone, who will know?"

"You got her pregnant. Does your sister-in-law know?" Xiulan kept bringing this up.

"I'm afraid she doesn't know. I didn't care."

"Hmph, you men only care about your own pleasure."

"Hehe, isn't doing that kind of thing all about pleasure?" I couldn't stand her words.

"Then why don't you take some precautions?"

"You mean contraception? Your sister-in-law didn't mention it."

"Oh, you need your sister-in-law to bring it up. You're not brainless. The child doesn't know, and as her father, you should cherish her."

"I cherish her, but I don't want there to be a barrier between us during sex."

"Okay, then let her get pregnant."

"Hehe," I chuckled, "I don't want to be with you in the future..."

"Who's with you? Dream on." My sister rolled her eyes at me, turning away shyly.

"Xiulan," I called softly and carefully.

"What are you doing? Like a thief." Xiulan's big eyes flashed with a seductive light.

"I want to have a child with you."

"Have what?" The sudden change of topic caught Xiulan off guard.

I stared at her meaningfully. "You mean you want me to have a baby with you?" She pointed at herself. "Nonsense! What if I have a baby? What would I call you?"

I was speechless, feeling wronged. "You've already caused trouble for our daughter, isn't that enough? You want to cause trouble for me too?"

"Is that causing trouble? We..."

"We what? We're siblings, born of the same mother."

"But your brother-in-law... he hasn't had a baby yet, and besides, if you get pregnant, no one will suspect anything."

"Ha, you really have a way with ideas, you want all the women in the family to get pregnant for you?"

Xiulan curled her lip. "You little devil!"

Unable to reach a consensus, the two silently dragged the millstone around the room. Am I really a little devil? Am I really a philanderer who makes all the women in the family miserable? But the one I love right now doesn't even have one... let alone the others.

Thinking of anything else, the image of that person I dared not defile flashed through my mind, and the guilt in my heart made me feel even heavier. I, who had violated my daughter and my own sister, was truly a sinner to this family. Perhaps one day, heaven would punish me, and even on the other side, my parents would call me a beast.

The place under the scorching sun was like a furnace. Having just experienced lovemaking, my body was a little tired, and sweat streamed down my cheeks. Xiulan handed me a towel draped over my shoulder with concern.

"Are you exhausted? You were so cocky, not satisfied with just catching me, you were tossing and turning like a donkey."

I took the towel and wiped my face, handing it to her. "You should wipe your face too." Xiulan's originally delicate face was streaked with dirt and sweat.

"Let's cool off a bit." My sister saw that I was a little listless and felt sorry for me.

"When did I act like a donkey?" I muttered under my breath, a little annoyed by my sister's words.

"You're still not acting like a donkey? If you're not acting like a donkey, then show us what you're capable of tonight." As she said this, a blush suddenly rose on her cheeks.

A thought suddenly struck me: so my sister was worried that the main battleground wouldn't be open tonight. Looking at that blushing face, my mind started wandering.

"She's got the skills, but not the donkey's..."

"Who wants a donkey's thing? Unless you're a donkey yourself." I gathered up the towel and walked towards the shady side of the wheat field.

My heart trembled, even my heart felt numb. I never thought that my sister's resentment all afternoon was just for a moment of pleasure.

Thinking about my sister calling me a donkey, I subconsciously recalled the scene of cows mating that I had seen with my sister that afternoon.

02-04

(Thirty)

In the starry sky of a summer night, the sky seemed deep and vast. Countless stars peered down at the human world from the high sky. Occasionally, a shooting star would streak across the sky, and people would look up at it. Children would cheer and listen to adults tell the story that has been passed down forever.

Such nights were a paradise for adults and children in the countryside where there was no entertainment. People would put down their work, eat early, and then gather together with palm-leaf fans and raincoats, chatting about everyday matters and strange things they had heard or seen.

When Tingting left, Xiulan and I sat at the same table, creating a warm, family atmosphere. We were bringing food to my brother-in-law next door, exchanging glances but not daring to make a move or utter a sound. Occasionally, when Xiulan was serving rice, I would catch a glimpse of her cleavage peeking out from under her collar and couldn't resist reaching in to grab something, only to quickly pull it out.

Xiulan remained silent, her eyes fixed on the open doorway. I knew she was worried about arousing her brother-in-law's suspicion, but this only fueled my arousal.

Afraid of causing trouble, Xiulan quickly ate a few bites and then promptly served me more rice. "Eat slowly, I'm going to cool off first," she said, calling into the room, "Do you want more?"

"No," my brother-in-law replied, "Just adding a little something to my sex life."

"Okay,"

Xiulan said, taking a straw mat from behind the door and finding a palm-leaf fan. "You have another one on your bed, you can take it later."

I ate my rice while glancing at her. "Yeah, I know."

These days, with my daughter around, I always go out to cool off late at night, then come back early again, all because of my uncontrollable desires. Lying in bed with my daughter and sister, there's always an irrepressible passion. My daughter always showers first, then closes the door. We laugh and playfully get into bed. I touch her, she touches me, and when we get into it, we don't care about anything else. I make her spread her arms and expose herself on the edge of the bed. Sometimes I lick first, then do it, sometimes I do it and then lick. Often, before we're finished, Xiulan comes in wearing a bath towel.

"Keep it down," she says, rubbing her wet hair, making squelching sounds.

"Asleep?" I ask, squeezing my daughter's drooping breasts as I thrust.

"She's asleep, but don't wake her." My brother-in-law goes to bed very early, and when the three of us come back, we do it quietly, ostensibly to avoid disturbing his rest, but really to avoid him hearing.

Riding on my daughter's buttocks, I couldn't resist lifting my sister's bath towel, looking at her thick pubic hair covering

her legs, and then... "Close the door." "What are you doing now?" Xiulan stretched out her arm and gently pushed the door shut. Because she turned around so much, her hand had already slipped out from the inside. I grabbed her thighs, and after closing the door, she came closer, pinching and playing with her plump, bulging vulva.

Xiulan still had her hair combed, her legs beside me, letting me pull her from top to bottom.

"What am I doing? Don't you know?" I grinned lewdly, deliberately exaggerating my movements at Tingting's.

"Knowing you don't want anything good." When I entered, my sister felt something was wrong and squeezed her legs together.

"What else could I be doing? It's just fucking you." Deep inside, I felt the mystery of my sister's womb. Since returning from the riverbank, Xiulan has accepted our three-person games. However, for the first few nights, she wasn't used to sharing a bed with me and lay alone in the main room (in the countryside, a house with three rooms is called the main room, also known as the hall). After playing with my daughter, I quietly slipped on my shoes and crept towards my sister's bed.

"What are you doing here?" In the darkness, she shifted her body closer, letting me lie down.

"What else could I be doing? I missed you." I placed my hand on her crotch.

"Not with her..." Xiulan's voice was calm; she knew that when I slept with my daughter, we inevitably made love.

"We did." I pulled her underwear closer.

"Isn't it enough?" Her voice was only audible to the two of us.

"No, brother still misses you." She touched the edge of my underwear, feeling the elastic band's tightness, and took my sister's hand, guiding it to my erection.

"I missed you." Her voice was sticky.

"Didn't you come?" I gently rubbed the bulging bulge.

“It’s done, but there’s still a share for you.” My fingers crawled inside my sister’s panties, touching her vulva. “Go over there.”

My sister didn’t answer, but pinched the head of my penis with her hand. “Be gentle.” She opened her mouth but didn’t make a sound.

“I’ll pinch it off for you, you’re keeping me awake.” Xiulan pinched my glans.

“Why don’t you go over if you can’t sleep?”

“Going over will disturb your good time with Tingting.”

Her vulva seemed very long, sticky and soft, impossible to reach from top to bottom. I pinched it, squeezed it, and then let go.

“I like playing with both of you at the same time.”

“You naughty thing, you’re not learning good things.” Xiulan suddenly grabbed my foreskin quickly and urgently, waves of pleasure making me open my mouth wide, afraid to make a sound.

“He’s here.” The small bed creaked. Xiulan had installed a small bed in the main room to make things easier for her brother-in-law.

“Isn’t he asleep?”

Just as her hand was about to stop, I grabbed it, urging her to speed up.

"Does it feel good?"

She mischievously made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, looping it around my penis and pulling it down. My penis, hard and throbbing between her legs, was gripped skillfully by Xiulan. She slowly lowered it, and when she reached the base, she suddenly increased the pressure. "Shh..."

Pain mixed with pleasure, making my whole body excited.

She pulled it all the way down, almost pulling the foreskin back up. My desire surged, and I rolled over and climbed onto my sister's body, spreading her legs to penetrate her.

"No, not here." In the darkness, she stopped me. "He'll hear us."

"Then let's go to my room." I knew there was great danger here.

Xiulan hesitated for a moment, then said nothing.

As I got off the bed, my penis still erect, I suddenly had that thought, and I put my hands under Xiulan's body.

"What are you doing?" Xiulan asked, confused.

Before she could understand, I picked her up and swayed her as I walked into the room.

"You? You're really something." Xiulan said this, and I heard surprise in her voice.

"Little sister, your brother can't wait any longer." Like someone who'd stolen something, I furtively grabbed my sister and tiptoed to push open the door.

"Xiulan, Xiulan." Just as I opened the door, I suddenly heard my brother-in-law's voice. He

'd already slammed the door shut with his foot, and Xiulan, clinging to me, tried to pull me down.

"What was that noise? Are you still asleep?" Xiulan, with her feet on the ground, seemed to be either inside or outside.

Tingting, perched on the edge of the bed watching us, suddenly followed her brother-in-law's voice and said, "Uncle, it might be a mouse."

Her voice was weak and feeble. "Oh, Tingting's still awake?"

"I'm asleep, Uncle."

"You've had a long day, go to sleep."

The two stood there, quietly listening to the conversation between the old woman and the young girl. Tingting looked at us with her small eyes, made a face, and only helped her sister up after confirming there was no more movement.

"Go back, don't let him hear,"

her sister said, still shaken.

"It's alright, thank goodness for your niece." I also breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go to bed."

Xiulan was still scared and stood still.

"Aunt, come on up. Hehe."

"Your uncle isn't asleep yet," she said lazily, still not moving.

"Uncle won't know." My daughter, who only had a towel draped between her legs, turned over, and the tuft of dark hair between her legs twitched slightly, clearly visible in the lamplight.

A woman's heart is like a needle in a haystack. I knew that Xiulan wouldn't take the initiative in front of her niece. Looking at this woman I loved and who loved me, my erection was already rock hard.

"Good sister, don't hold back." I took her hand and guided it to my almost erect penis.

Xiulan neither let go nor expressed reluctance, but simply held on loosely.

Tingting chuckled, "Shameless, little sister gripping her brother's!" She turned over, presenting only her plump buttocks to me, her swollen, fleshy labia spreading between her legs, a sight that made one's eyes burn with desire.

"Little girl, it's all you and Daddy can do," Xiulan finally spoke, glancing at her niece to make sure she wasn't looking, and then gripped my penis tightly. The swollen, purple glans jerked, passing through my sister's palm. She looked down, her fingers forming claws as she pinched the umbrella-shaped ridge of the glans.

"Gently!" It hurt a little.

"Serves you right for being naughty." My sister looked at me, her eyes filled with love and resentment.

Seeing my gaze lingering between Tingting's legs, she gently released her hand. "Haven't you seen enough?"

Realizing she'd made a big mistake, she quickly said, "It's just that her position... hehe."

"If you want that so badly, go find her."

"Xiulan!" I called out to her loudly, "Still jealous? We've already gone this far. Let's go to bed,"

I lowered my head and kissed her, "You're on the inside, I'll be in the middle."

"Hmph! Do you want one on each side?"

My sister hit the nail on the head, and I felt a little embarrassed. "Brother just wants to do it once."

"Shameless!"

What was there to hide? I confessed nakedly to my sister, "Brother is shameless, brother just wants to fuck both of you. Xiulan, please grant my wish this once."

"I can't do anything with you." My sister stopped insisting, her small hand reaching down to my lower body to grasp my testicles, trying to squeeze my yolk.

For a moment, I stood there enjoying my sister's caresses, my legs stiff and tense.

"I want to fuck you first." He pulled his sister close and kissed her, his tongue probing inside, licking her lips. "Your cunt, bigger than Tingting's." He lewdly teased his own sister.

"Am I that big?" Xiulan asked, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

They kissed and nibbled at each other, from lips to mouth, tirelessly caressing every part of her. "Your cunt really is bigger than hers." Saying this, he looked at his daughter's labia between her buttocks, arousing him to want his sister to lie there and compare.

"She's young, that's why." Xiulan also glanced sideways at Tingting's full vulva, perhaps comparing her own size to her niece's.

“It’s not about being young. Your belly is wide, it feels like my whole body is inside you when I penetrate you. Your cunt is mature and alluring, full and juicy, making me feel happy and relaxed. Tingting’s tightness, I can feel the vitality of youth even before I enter. She’s like a suction cup, tightly gripping my penis head, drawing out your desire from beginning to end.”

“Bad brother, how much effort have you put into her?” The two of them bent over and intertwined their fingers by the bed.

“Hehe, a man fucks a woman, he’ll understand after just one time, how many times does he need to?”

“You bad thing, you old lecher, you’re going to make all the women in the house infatuated.” Xiulan said this with pure joy.

“Hehe, I’m going to make you all infatuated, you can’t live without me. Who told you to like me, to like me fucking you?”

“Oh, be gentle.” Saying this, she got excited and intertwined her fingers deep inside. “Luckily there are only two women in the house, if…” Xiulan glanced at me and didn’t finish

her sentence. “If what…” I followed her words.

"Hehe..." She laughed and bent down, "Touch here."

It was hard there, the woman's cervix. Xiulan's vagina was shallow, and every time I went hard, I would hit that spot, a tingling sensation as I rubbed against her glans.

I reached in and tried to push it in as far as I could, making Xiulan tremble all over. "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." She suddenly gasped for breath, clearly at the peak of excitement.

"Fuck me."

I hugged her limp body and dragged her to the bed.

"Brother, why do you prefer to be with your own family..." She clutched her lower abdomen, as if the excitement had made her spasm.

"I can't feel anything with your sister-in-law anymore."

"Then what if..." I pulled her against Tingting's side, making her lie on her back, and touched her plump mons pubis. Xiulan involuntarily opened her legs.

Her vulva split open, and on the two tightly bound, flower-like labia, there was a clitoris the size of a bean. I pulled back the foreskin with my fingers, pinched and rubbed it.

Xiulan couldn't take it anymore and opened her mouth again, letting out a soft "Ah," then her thighs closed and opened again, and I quickly began to fondle her.

My sister's hands involuntarily climbed up my neck, and we kissed.

"Brother, if Mom were here, would you want her?"

For a moment, the air was silent. I hadn't expected my sister to say such a thing. We stared at each other, trying to understand each other's thoughts, then suddenly our lips met again in a passionate kiss.

"Ah... Brother, Brother."

"Sister, dear sister."

Our bodies intertwined, and I pressed down on her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other pressing my stiff penis hard between her legs.

Gasping for breath, I stared at her again, "If she were here, I would fuck her just the same."

"Ah, you incestuous maniac!" We embraced and kissed wildly again, my penis searching for that wet hole, then I thrust in, roughly pumping and pounding.

My sister and I bounced and jolted on the bed like two fish out of water, my penis always inside her. "Brother... Brother..." Xiulan's nostrils flared, her large breasts swaying like waves, I grabbed them and squeezed them hard against her chest. I leaned

close to her, watching her aroused expression and uncontrollable desire, my penis, straddling her, relentlessly pursuing her, no matter how high she arched her back, like a hunter on horseback never leaving the saddle. When she fell, I would take advantage of the momentum and thrust deeply inside her, until my sister bit her lip, turned her head, and desperately tried to suppress it.

“Xiulan, I’m going to commit incest. I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck Tingting. Didn’t you say Mom was here? If she is, I’ll fuck her too. I’ll fuck your cunts, I’ll make you pregnant and give birth to your children.” His hands groped haphazardly over his daughter’s body, reaching into the vulva between her legs. Tingting’s thighs, which had been crossed, gently parted, leaving a gap.

“Brother, fuck me, fuck me to death.” She grabbed my buttocks and pressed me down, wanting me to bury myself inside her, inside her cunt.

“I’ll fuck you, fuck my sister. Xiulan, brother will plant your seed, I’ll mate with you.”

"Ugh...ugh..." Xiulan couldn't bear the passion any longer, arching her body as she violently made love to me. The small bed creaked and groaned, even the headboard shook. "Fuck Tingting, fuck your daughter."

"Fuck you, fuck your mother." I cursed, my body bouncing on top of hers.

"Ah...ah...brother," Xiulan stretched her legs out, then curled them up again, making frightening "huffing" sounds, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore." The suppressed voice finally burst out, her legs gradually straightening as she pushed against the mat. A stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, hitting my glans.

Seeing my sister seemingly unconscious, I dismounted, slipped one hand under Tingting's thigh, lifted her up, and sat on her other thigh, close to her groin. Looking at Tingting's parted vulva, I thrust my glans in forcefully. Tingting's body trembled, she took it, moaning softly, while grabbing my penis and rubbing it against the base.

My sister's orgasm had barely subsided when I began my battle with my daughter, my penis penetrating deep into her bright red vagina, sticky with the semen I had previously ejaculated. Tingting's vulva was plump and luscious; her two exquisite labia, like soft clam meat, split and closed again under my thrusts.

Although I, as a father, am nearing forty, I don't know why, but I have inexhaustible energy with the women in my own family. Before, I had almost no interest in my wife, but now I first rape my sister and daughter in the river, and then I rape my sister and daughter at home. Am I really, as my sister says, an incestuous maniac?

My daughter's hair was disheveled, and her pubic hair was a mess between her thighs, like withered grass after a rain. My penis moved between her labia like a water snake moving in and out of the grass and mud.

The sounds of "plop plop" echoed throughout the room, the sounds of organs colliding and flesh pounding filled with a lewd atmosphere.

"Daughter, daughter," I called to Tingting, plowing in, cultivating my fertile land, grabbing and tearing at Tingting's breasts.

My daughter also squinted, her hand reaching under my crotch, kneading my testicles.

As they both stared fervently at each other's genitals, admiring the posture of their intercourse, my penis, with each thrust, brought out tender red flesh, then burst in, forming a round indentation at the base of her thighs, followed by a "squelch." Tingting's hand, which had been pinching my testicles, gripped my base. A stronger desire quickly assailed me. Suddenly realizing the approaching climax, I embraced my daughter's body and unleashed another barrage of blows. Amid Tingting's trembling, I abruptly pulled out, quickly mounted my sister beside me, and thrust straight in.

"Brother, I'm in my fertile period!" Xiulan cried out in fear, her hands gripping my waist, trying to stop my intense assault.

I wanted my sister in her fertile period. I parted her hands, thrusting deeply, pumping wildly a few times, and then ejaculated again. Xiulan frowned, trying to get up, but I pressed her down beneath me.

"Brother, you're so naughty, you'll get pregnant."

I gave my sister a sweet kiss. "I want you to get pregnant, to have my child."

Xiulan, who had just straightened up, fell heavily back down. "What if I get pregnant?"

she asked helplessly.

"If you get pregnant, just have the baby. You're capable of raising a child, aren't you?"

"You? You haven't even settled one child yet, and now you're causing trouble with another."

"Tingting is a girl, she can't be seen in public; what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, I'll just get pregnant with my own brother's child?"

"What's wrong with your own brother's child? Isn't your own brother the one you love?" I retorted, knowing that my sister was afraid of societal norms.

Xiulan fell silent, then hesitated for a long time. "I'm just afraid something will happen later."

"Silly sister, this is a matter between the three of us. If we don't tell, who will know? Besides, he won't suspect anything."

"Then..."

I stopped her, "When the child is born, he'll call me uncle."

"You? You're asking for trouble. What else should I call you?" My sister blushed.

"Hehe..." I laughed contentedly, then turned and kissed my daughter.

(31)

The riverbank was already crowded with people seeking respite from the heat. I carefully squeezed through the throng, greeting everyone while searching for Xiulan. Families sat together, some lying down, some sitting, chatting about everyday life. Several elders recounted anecdotes and stories from the past and present, drawing adults and children to gather around. A

joyful atmosphere filled the air, fireflies flitted along the riverbank, and an occasional breeze brought coolness and comfort.

"Brother, over here."

In the moonlight, Xiulan saw my figure in the darkness and waved her palm-leaf fan, beckoning me.

It was a fairly spacious area, with several large trees further obscuring the already dim riverbank, and the drooping willow branches casting low shadows on the people.

"Sit down," Xiulan moved to the side, making room.

"Is a relative visiting?" Rural people are always curious.

"The child's uncle. He's busy with farm work and came to help."

"Yes, it's not easy." People said this with a sigh.

After figuring out the whole story, the women started chatting animatedly, while I sat there fanning myself with a palm-leaf fan, gazing at the dark stacks of wheat in the distance.

"Didn't you bring a daughter with you?"

"That's my niece." My sister swatted a mosquito that had landed on her thigh with her fan.

"Cover your legs." She pulled a thin sheet from one end of the mat over their legs. In the countryside, these sheets weren't like the ones we use now; they were made from cotton fabric taken from winter quilts, commonly called cotton sheets. In summer, people would cover themselves with them to keep out the dew and mosquitoes.

Pulling the sheet over my lower body, listening to the men and women making lighthearted jokes, I felt a sense of liberation on this summer day.

"How about Erwaizi tells a story?" someone suggested, wanting the village's notorious "storyteller" to tell some dirty jokes to liven things up.

"Nobody listens to his stories," a woman interrupted.

"Heh, not just anyone can hear my stories," Erwaizi said somewhat smugly. "

You're such a rascal, always so indecent. It's all old stuff, I'm afraid people's ears will grow calluses from it."

"I'm here, if you don't want to hear it, I won't tell it either." Erwaizi shifted the small stool under his bottom; because the stool was old, one leg was loose, and he almost tipped over. This amused everyone, drawing the attention of people in the distance.

"You're like someone who won't be led by the hand but will only go backwards when you hit them, and now you're even trying to use the rope," his elders teased. "

Alright, alright," he said, seizing the opportunity, "for my uncle's sake, I'll tell you one." Actually, Erwaizi was just itching to talk; wherever he was, he would tell those few anecdotes, some of which were even a little yellowed at the beginning and end.

Everyone quieted down, hoping in the darkness that he would lift their spirits.

Erwaizi deliberately cleared his throat. Then someone started mimicking him in a affected tone, "Once upon a time..."

"Cough—cough—" Erwaizi coughed, glaring at him, "If you can't speak, don't imitate him."

People, afraid Erwaizi would get carried away, chimed in, "Don't interrupt." "Let's listen to Erwaizi."

Erwaizi said smugly, "Why don't you say it?"

"Okay, okay, you say it." The one mimicking him quickly stopped.

"Cough...cough...Once upon a time..."

Someone remembered the person who had just imitated the speech chuckled, and someone scolded them.

"What are you laughing at..."

Erwaizi didn't care and continued to tell the story in a serious tone, "Once upon a time, there was a rich man who married a beautiful wife. But a few days later, his son died, leaving behind a beautiful wife. After his son's death, his parents-in-law were afraid that their daughter-in-law would be lonely in her empty room, so they arranged for their daughter and sister-in-law to live with her. After the daughter-in-law entered the family, she kept the house spotless, and the parents-in-law were very satisfied. However, as time went on, the old man had a thought: he was always thinking about her and often asked her to clean his room. Sometimes his mother would scold him, saying that his daughter-in-law shouldn't go to her father-in-law's room. But he would say, 'If she doesn't do it, who will? Do you expect your daughter to do it?' After a while, the daughter-in-law also noticed something was wrong and realized that her father-in-law had ill intentions towards her, so she became wary. The old man tried to test her several times but failed, but he still wouldn't give up."

"Stop listening," a woman started to jeer. "They're saying people are having incestuous relationships again. There aren't many decent people like that."

Someone interrupted her, "If you don't want to listen, leave. Don't cause trouble." The woman quieted down.

Erwaizi continued, "Father-in-law having incestuous relationships, brother-in-law stealing sister-in-law—it's been like this since ancient times. Ask any brother-in-law if he doesn't have designs on his sister-in-law." As

he said this, he glanced around.

Seeing no reaction from the people, he continued, "Every morning, this daughter-in-law would get up to cook and scoop flour from a large vat. The father-in-law, seeing that his daughter-in-law wasn't taking the bait, was still itching to try, so he focused his efforts on the flour vat. The next morning, before it was even dark, he got up before dawn and hid in the side

room where the grain was stored, waiting for his daughter-in-law to come and scoop flour. It was very hot then, and the women were all wearing loose, bright red shorts." "When the woman stood beside the flour vat with the ladle, she naturally bent down to scoop some. The old man, seeing his daughter-in-law coming, happily approached and suddenly hugged her. The woman cried out 'Ah!' as the old man pushed her down and pressed her against the edge of the vat. Before she could struggle, he yanked up her bright red shorts, exposing her buttocks, and groped her."

"The woman's head was stuck in the vat, her face smeared with flour. She couldn't scream or make a sound, so she just let the old man do whatever he wanted. The old man thought he had made love to his daughter-in-law, so he eagerly spread her plump buttocks open and, seeing the exposed flesh, thrust inside. He knew that as long as he succeeded, his daughter-in-law would never tell anyone, so he boldly went ahead and did it."

"Oh dear, damn it." Someone's heart pounded and face flushed as they listened, but thankfully, no one could see anyone else in the darkness.

Erwaizi paused for a moment, gulping his saliva in his throat. The area was silent; everyone seemed to be craning their necks, waiting for what he would say next.

Clearing his throat, Erwaizi continued.

"The woman was startled at first, not expecting anyone to dare do such a shameful thing in her own home. She wiped her lips and struggled out, saying, 'I am Hazel.' The woman the old man was doing to was nicknamed Hazel, but to the old man's ears, it sounded like 'I am Zhenzi.' He then replied, 'Daddy is just letting you have your way. Will you still hide from Daddy from now on?' Saying that, he grabbed his wife's buttocks and thrust all the way in." "

Hazel realized the voice was wrong and opened her mouth wide, not daring to speak. But she never expected that the fire poker-like thing to viciously stab into her lower abdomen. Then her body was pressed down, and she didn't even have a chance to scream. The old man felt more pleasure than he had ever felt before. Can you imagine how a virgin's body can compare to a woman's? He spread her buttocks and thrust hard inside. Being an old man, coupled with his impatience and fear, he soon groaned and ejaculated. He wanted to pull out and ejaculate outside, but the pleasure was too much." It was too late for his son. Still feeling unsatisfied, he thought he'd hug his wife and kiss her afterward, but when he helped her up and pulled her into his arms, he was stunned. He was actually hugging his own daughter, Zhenzi. His old face trembled. "You?" Zhenzi pushed him away forcefully and ran crying to the attic.

The old man finally recovered, his legs going weak with fright. What had been a pleasant experience turned into a nightmare. Knowing he couldn't explain himself to his wife and daughter, he scurried away. "

Oh dear, how could this happen? That idiot Erwaizi, always talking nonsense!"

someone cursed Erwaizi.

Erwaizi said, "How is that unfounded? The wife originally shared a bed with her sister-in-law. That morning, the wife had her period, so they discussed having the sister-in-law make her breakfast. The sister-in-law, who had a good relationship with her sister-in-law, agreed. It was pitch black, and she went to scoop flour from the flour vat by herself. Who would have thought someone would suddenly appear and rape her? When she realized it was her father, she couldn't shout. She finally managed to say her name so her father would know who she was, but he misheard it as a confession and thought his wife had submitted to him. He happily pressed her against the edge of the vat and raped her."

"That old man deserved it; this is retribution," someone said indignantly at the old man's actions.

"Retribution is retribution, but it shouldn't have happened to Zhenzi," someone else said, feeling sorry for Zhenzi, that such a beautiful young woman had been ruined.

Hearing this, Xiulan glanced at me, imagining the scene, and smiled secretly at her sister. She unconsciously leaned closer, her body brushing against her sister's thigh. Xiulan instinctively recoiled, but then stopped for some reason.

"What's wrong with that? Heaven has eyes; these stinking men have to be punished, so they won't keep eyeing other people's daughters." Most of those saying this were women; the men remained silent, perhaps still recalling the scene Erwaizi had described. "

And, punishment? In the end, it just benefits those men."

Hearing this, the woman who had spoken earlier fell silent.

In the minds of peasant families, women always suffered losses in relationships. The old man had ruined his daughter, but as a woman's daughter, once her virginity was broken, her value was gone.

"Cough...cough..." Erwaizi's old man, with his pipe in his mouth, puffed hard, finally taking it out and tapping the ash at his feet. Hearing the commotion, he cleared his throat.

The men finally spoke, still focusing on the same topic.

"What did Hazel's mother say?"

Erwaizi chimed in. "When Hazel's mother found out, she drove the old man crazy. But these things are best kept quiet. Who would dare to spread the word? First, her daughter's reputation is important, and second, she's afraid of gossip from the neighbors."

Hearing this, my hand naturally rested on Xiulan's thigh. Xiulan's leg moved slightly, then returned to its original position.

"Then, isn't the old man afraid his daughter will get pregnant?" someone stammered, and everyone fell silent.

"Even if she gets pregnant, there's nothing that can be done," Erwaizi's uncle finally spoke. "What's done is done. Can you go back to the way things were? The mother can just clean up the mess, or find someone to marry her off as soon as possible."

"Married off? If she marries off, she'll still be carrying a child?" a young child interjected, sticking out his tongue.

"What does a child know?" someone scolded, glaring at him.

My hand moved up Xiulan's thigh, gently untying her belt.

Her hand slid down from the sheet and landed on mine. We paused there for a moment, but I continued to touch her. Xiulan seemed to be staring at me for a long time, her hand remaining still.

"That's right, if you have a child, you have to give birth," he said stubbornly.

"Her mother wouldn't have let her have an abortion, and besides, what are the chances of her getting pregnant on the first try?"

"Abort? Why would she have an abortion? It's better to give birth." The child, unaware of the implications, said innocently.

"Go away, go away, children don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

The child pouted aggrievedly and didn't speak.

I tugged at my sister's belt and reached into her pants.

A slight tremor allowed me to easily slip between her legs, where she was already lush and wet.

Two fingers darted between them, interspersed among the plump peach orchards on both banks.

"Her mother was also scared, so she often watched over her daughter and didn't let the old man get close to her; the daughter-in-law felt fortunate, but after all, she had a good relationship with her sister-in-law, and thought that if it were her, she wouldn't have ruined her sister."

"So, did the old man get his way later?" someone interrupted and asked.

"How could he not get his way? The old man even raped his own daughter, what else did he care about? One night, while his wife went to see her sick mother-in-law, he climbed into his daughter-in-law's bed in the middle of the night, thinking that he was getting revenge on his daughter-in-law, but the daughter-in-law was worried that the old man would go all out and do something heinous again, so she half-heartedly gave in to him. Once the old man got his way, he didn't care that his daughter was still there, and rolled around on the bed with his wife in his arms."

I was so excited by what I heard that I tried to pull down my sister's pants. Xiulan first tried to protect them with her hands, but when she saw that I was stubbornly insisting, her hands gradually softened. When she reached her buttocks, she felt my sister's buttocks lift up, and she pulled them down in one go. He pulled his penis out of his pants and brought it close to his sister's buttocks, pressing it against her. Xiulan endured it, trying not to be seen, thankfully everyone's attention was focused on the story.

"What a shameless old man." While cursing, she also revealed her curiosity about the outcome. It seemed this kind of story was quite popular.

"What shame? That old man always wanted to take his wife for himself, and now that she agreed, he got bolder. His daughter stayed silent the whole time. After he finished, he pulled up his pants and slipped out. When his mother-in-law recovered, his wife came home and found that both she and their daughter were heavily pregnant. She couldn't think straight and tied a rope to the rafters to commit suicide."

Hearing about committing suicide, I had already spread my sister's buttocks under the sheet, touched the labia below her anus, and thrust in with force. In the darkness, I seemed to see my sister's brow furrow, and her breathing became heavy.

"What's wrong?" asked the uncle and sister-in-law sitting to the side.

Xiulan quickly fanned herself with her hand, saying, "The smoke is suffocating."

"Stop smoking." Hearing Xiulan's words, she snatched the pipe, its red dot glowing in the darkness, and threw it on the ground.

"This woman, so wild." The man looked helpless, smacked his lips with his empty hand, clearly afraid of his wife.

Everyone laughed, but amidst the laughter, I pushed my swollen, purple penis into my sister's vagina. Because my sister's thighs were pressed together, my penis bent. I moved my hips slightly to signal my sister for help, and Xiulan slowly lifted her thighs, allowing my penis to penetrate.

"Shh..." A tingling sensation mixed with thrill and excitement washed over me. In this setting, amidst this ambiguous topic, I completed my violation of my sister.

"Ah... the old woman is so pitiful." Someone expressed sympathy for the mother-in-law's death.

"After his mother-in-law died, the old man was thinking about how to get his daughter-in-law to submit to him, but who knew that one day his daughter-in-law and daughter would disappear, and from then on he lived a lonely old age."

"A lonely ghost!"

"He deserved it."

People cursed, but at the same time, they felt a sense of smug satisfaction. After all, they had heard about the taboo of incest between father and daughter. The desires that had been hidden in their hearts for many years, which they dared not touch or challenge, had been awakened. It was like a cool breeze in the sweltering summer, bringing some relief.

I slowly thrust in and out of my sister's vagina, not daring to move my body much. At first, Xiulan's vagina was dry, and it hurt a little when the skin rubbed against the skin, but I couldn't resist touching her nipples, and soon she was wet.

I couldn't hear any other stories after that. I was just focused on stroking my sister, moving from below to above. Xiulan's two breasts were heavy and felt very good to touch.

Xiulan talked to someone while coordinating her movements with mine. Every time I increased the intensity, she would change her position, and we would immerse ourselves in sex with my sister, our bodies feeling as if we were floating on clouds.

My penis slowly thrust in and out, feeling the smooth, slippery texture of her vagina. In this night, in this noisy environment, I experienced a pleasure that I had never felt before, a pleasure that could only be savored slowly like this.

I gently squeezed my sister's large breasts, pressing her nipples. When I pulled out, I deliberately probed near her anus. Xiulan quickly reached under the sheet, positioned herself there, and I slowly, in a sawing motion, pushed it in little by little. To enjoy the pleasure, Xiulan slightly arched her buttocks back, a position that allowed me to penetrate deeper. I was immersed in this slow, gentle lovemaking.

Suddenly someone said, "It's raining." A large raindrop followed, and people quickly grabbed their raincoats and stood up, noisily searching for their families.

Xiulan tried to stand up, but I held her down. Taking advantage of the chaos, I thrust rapidly, waves of desire spreading through me. Although Xiulan's body was moving intensely, no one was paying attention anymore. Just as my sister half-raised herself, pretending to roll up her raincoat and look for a stool, I throbbed strongly a few times, and large gushes of semen shot out.

"Is it done?" Xiulan stood up shyly, feeling something sticky between her thighs. She reached down, touched it, and pulled up her underwear. I, however, remained kneeling, rolling up my raincoat.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the rain began to fall erratically. Ignoring everything else, I grabbed my things and ran home with the others.

(32)

The wheat harvest was over, leaving a field of bare white stubble. The wheat that Xiulan had dried all day was packed into jars while still hot, and then we did a quick tidying up. Xiulan prepared a case of wine and a few carp for me, exchanged a few words with the donkey driver next door, and then we set off.

The fields seemed very spacious, as if even the air itself carried a comforting atmosphere. The donkey cart bumped along the uneven country road, but my heart was filled with honeyed happiness.

"Brother..." the donkey driver cracked his whip and called out, "Looking at you, it seems like you have some good news. Is your wife pregnant? Or has your child passed the college entrance exam?"

Overjoyed, I replied, "My wife is pregnant."

"How many?" the donkey driver asked casually.

"A third one." I don't know what I was thinking at that moment. Where did this third one come from? Tingting's? Obviously not. Xiulan's? There was no sign of it yet.

"The first two daughters?" The donkey cart rolled over a pothole, swaying and jolting me off my seat. I sat back down, my bottom aching from the jolting.

"One."

"That's a son and a daughter, how wonderful!" Another loud voice boomed in the air. The donkey driver, as if showing off, vigorously cracked his whip.

"Maybe." Looking at the soft-haired brown donkey, I suddenly remembered Xiulan's words, "like a donkey, always struggling." A bittersweet feeling welled up inside me. When Xiulan was leaving, her eyes were red, but she didn't speak. She stood at the door and handed me the things she had prepared. For some reason, tears welled up in my eyes, making me feel uneasy too. I wanted to say something comforting, but I didn't know what to say. This awkward relationship, this ambiguous interaction, those things that could only be said between lovers, I couldn't say for a moment.

Holding hands, we looked at each other with tearful eyes, speechless and choked with emotion! The heaviness and sorrow in our hearts could only be conveyed through our gazes.

"Go back." Looking at my sister's standing figure, I turned back and repeatedly urged her.

"Crack!" A strong whip rang out, startling me awake. I watched as the donkey driver gripped the whip's tip and released it again, cursing, "Damn it, all he knows is being in heat."

The donkey, having been whipped, ran quickly, still sneezing and occasionally raising its head.

The donkey driver turned and smiled at me. "Look, this little female donkey is in heat. She's biting and even sticking her rump up." With that, the donkey started running wildly, the cart jolting violently on the uneven road. I had to grab the shaft to steady myself.

"Look!" the driver said casually, pointing the whip at the donkey's rump. Before I could understand what he meant, I saw the donkey's small, basin-like vulva split open. The previously dark, closed area had turned a purplish-red slit, a truly lewd sight.

"Ha, even a donkey can be as wanton as a young girl, even its vulva opens automatically." He softly hummed the long-circulated "Eighteen Touches," its lingering melody and suggestive lyrics stirring the imagination. No wonder it's been so popular.

"Brother, everyone knows about that stuff, even animals know to stick their legs up." He seemed to yearn for it, lost in the echoing tune.

"Feel down, feel down, and you'll find a mouse's nest, with thatch grass in it, right under your sister's leg."

His singing reminded me of the flirtatious time Xiulan and I had in the cowshed after Tingting left.

The calf was kicking wildly, sometimes nudging its mother's udder, sometimes running around the yard on all fours. When it calmed down, it would stick its nose into its mother's vulva, sniffing the odor, then tilting its head back and drooling. It made me itch, so I called out, "Xiulan, come and feed the cow." Xiulan

agreed, came out of the kitchen, rubbed the flour on her hands, picked up half a basket of grass, and sifted it into the trough. Looking at my sister's plump bottom, I slipped my hand between Xiulan's legs from behind and touched her. Xiulan stood quietly and said to me, "I knew you'd never do anything good."

She half-huddled her younger sister in her arms, pulling her close. "Look at the calf again," she said, nuzzling her sister's neck.

At that moment, the calf seemed to be putting on a show for her sister, rubbing against the cow's vulva.

"Hehe, shameless," she said, turning her head to give me a wink.

My heart skipped a beat, and I pushed in, inserting it into the bottom of her crotch. The calf seemed to be in heat; its long thing was sticking straight out from under its belly, making Xiulan stick

out her tongue. "What's wrong? Scared?" I teased her, pressing against her vulva.

"So long." Although Xiulan often looked, she still stared in surprise.

"Want to try?" I teased her.

"Don't you try every day?" she misunderstood.

"I mean... with the cow."

I touched her soft thing from front to back, a unique sensation through her pants.

"Then go ahead, why ask me?" Her eyes gleamed with seductive charm, arousing the man's desire.

“I mean…you and Xiao Niu.”

“Oh, you naughty thing,” she clung to my neck, knowing I was teasing her, and retorted playfully, “It can’t hold all of them.” Then she squeezed her legs together.

“Is it as big as a child?” Curiosity surged within her.

“Silly boy, it’s different.” Xiulan pouted, letting me kiss her. Without her daughter beside her, Xiulan was quite uninhibited.

“How is it different? Just try it.” I pulled her closer.

“You really want me to…” There was already that feeling in her eyes.

I grabbed Xiao Niu’s long thing and unzipped Xiulan’s pants.

“Nonsense!” Xiulan panicked when she saw I was serious.

Xiao Niu actually let me grab him quietly, tilting his head to look at the two of us.

He broke free, angry, and hid to the side.

“What are you afraid of?” I leaned closer and pleaded.

She turned away, ignoring me.

“Good sister, brother wants to see you…” I hugged her, speaking softly and tenderly.

“Is this how you like your sister? Letting me and Niu…” I could see she was very angry.

“So what if it’s Wagyu? I just want to see if you can handle something that big…” I gulped.

“I don’t want to!” Xiulan said reluctantly.

“My dear sister, I don’t mind, just let me have my way this once.” My sister’s tone and expression softened a bit, and I gently tried to push her body away.

“Don’t push!” She shook her body, trying to get rid of me.

“Just once, just to try.” I coaxed her with a grin.

Seeing Xiulan’s unwilling look, I unzipped her pants. Looking at Xiulan’s soft pubic hair pressed against her bulging mons pubis, with a tightly closed slit under the dimple-like curve, I lovingly reached in.

With my other hand, I gripped my penis and aimed it at my sister’s genitals. Xiulan looked down helplessly, both ashamed and embarrassed, and the calf let out a long moo.

“Lie down.” I looked up at Xiulan and said, knowing that this position definitely wouldn’t work, so I made my sister kneel down.

"You?" The moment I pressed down with a touch of force, Xiulan turned her head and looked at me, her pants half-pulled down below her buttocks.

Her long, plump vulva was full and voluptuous, the flesh below her anus bulging with sensuality, it really looked huge.

Holding the long bull's penis in my hand, looking at my sister's vulva, I carefully rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina for a while. The thick head of the penis filled Xiulan's legs even before it entered. I moved closer, and the calf seemed to realize something, lifting its front hooves as if to climb on top of me, taking a small step in the air, but I pulled it back by the bridle. My sister's body couldn't withstand the calf's frame, climbing on top would surely break the bones.

Just as I was about to thrust in, the calf tilted its head back, and the bull's penis suddenly stretched out, pressing against my sister's vulva. Watching my sister's originally closed vulva instantly open like a flower, blocked by the head of the penis.

"Ah..." Xiulan gasped, her disheveled hair covering her face. She turned to look at me, tears streaming down her face from the pain. How could something so small withstand that enormous bull's penis?

My sister's aggrieved eyes touched my heart, and I quickly helped her up.

"Does it hurt?"

"I..." Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at her crotch.

"You're bleeding." I hurriedly wiped it away, but inadvertently hurt her again.

"Is it stretched open?" I gently parted her vulva to look inside, and a thin stream of bright red blood flowed from the opening.

"Wouldn't you be satisfied if it broke?"

She was in so much pain that she was half-bent over and couldn't straighten up. I shouldn't have played such a cruel trick on her, and a pang of regret made me feel apologetic.

"I didn't want you to do it, but you insisted..." she said, wiping away her tears.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"Hmph! It's so big, who could handle it? You just wanted to be raped by that bull, and that would satisfy you."

My sister knew my perverted lust.

I gently stroked her vulva, comforting her.

"Snap!" Another crisp sound exploded in the air. The donkey driver hummed a little tune, and seeing that I ignored him for a while, he began to sing to himself, "Life is short, so let's drink and sing, like morning dew, the days gone by are many; squandering without restraint, how many brothels are there? What should we fear in life, let's enjoy ourselves while we can."

This donkey driver had somehow obtained the lyrics and melody, and he sang it leisurely, with a rather sobering tone.

"Brother, people are born to eat, drink, and be merry, for taste above and for women below. Don't make yourself suffer." He picked up the whip, spun it in the air, and snapped it again.

"Isn't that right?" I turned around and looked at him with drunken eyes.

How many people are not as capable as this rough donkey driver? What is the purpose of life? Struggle, pursuit, jealousy, and infighting—in the end, it's all for the sake of those above and below. I sighed inwardly and nodded involuntarily.

"That's right," he said with a touch of melancholy. "Better to go hungry at home than lack women below. Aren't men born for women?"

Xiulan and Tingting had already taught me a lot. The donkey driver's words dispelled any lingering guilt or remorse. Isn't the point of living to freely enjoy what one deserves in this world?

The donkey cart bumped along, gradually calming my thoughts and brightening my mood. Before I knew it, we had reached the village entrance. I quickly called out, "Brother, thank you. Come down and have some tea."

The donkey driver cheerfully replied, "No, see you later." He slowed the cart down.

I jumped off, waved to him, and watched his cart disappear into the distance.

Whistling lightly, I picked up the wine and fish Xiulan had given me, navigated a few alleys, and arrived at my doorstep.

Pushing open the wooden gate, the yard was quiet. The freshly threshed wheat straw was piled high against the wall. Suddenly, Tingting's voice rang out.

"No...don't do stupid things!"

"Sister..." Mingming's still somewhat childish voice pleaded, "Let me have my way this time."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you little kid."

A slap sounded, as if it had hit the back of his hand; Mingming's hand had probably been misbehaving.

"I wanted to."

"If you don't behave, what kind of sister and brother are you?" Tingting's tone revealed a hint of panic.

"Then, then..." Mingming stammered, "How could Daddy..."

His surprised voice rose noticeably, "You...what nonsense are you talking about?" Tingting glared at her brother guiltily.

"Hmph, you think I don't know? That day, you and Dad were in the house, and you even let Dad kiss you."

Tingting's mouth dropped open, and for a moment, I was stunned, only catching half of what she said. "Mom was standing there too..."

"Oh my god... my son already knew. No wonder he got scolded by his teacher at school." I was stunned. I thought I was being very strict, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even keep it from my innocent son. I'm such a failure as a father.

The sight of my two little children being so affectionate made my heart ache. I turned and walked away.

The leaves rustled in the alley, casting dappled shadows on the ground. My mood suddenly plummeted. My daughter is still young. Can she really be with me until the end?

My mind was in turmoil. This knot in my heart was suffocating, and my chest felt tight. I wondered what Tingting was feeling right now. Maybe if my son kept pestering her for too long, my daughter would be as reluctant as she is with me. Would I, as her father, be able to accept that then?

The more I thought about it, the more suffocated I felt. Before I knew it, I had walked back. My son and daughter were gone. Standing in the empty yard, I was lost in thought, reminiscing and feeling resentful.

A ray of sunlight shone through the half-closed wooden gate, falling into my heart and making it feel as disheveled as a newly stacked pile of wheat straw.

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