Wildflowers don't smell as good as cultivated flowers

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Before I knew it, I had completed 99% of my studies here, and I had to reluctantly say goodbye to the beautiful girls on campus.
My second sister lived with me for the first six months, and we only separated after a year because she had to go to the National Medical College to do research. At that time, only the National Medical College had the necessary environment and equipment for her medical research.
By then, her medical genius had already allowed her to complete her undergraduate and graduate studies ahead of schedule, and a postdoctoral degree in medicine was practically guaranteed.
Before she was even 20, she had become a prodigy. But in front of me, she was still a little woman. Whether in life or in academics, I could always keep her in check, even though I didn't have as high an academic background as her at the time.
My second sister underestimated how much she missed me. She endured a month at the National Medical College, facing the cold equipment and test tubes, before running back to our room—but that's another story.
We rented a house outside the school. In this house, my second sister and I returned to our simpler ways.
Sometimes I would hold her naked on the bed, covered in semen, and help her solve her study problems. Fortunately, I hadn't lost my interest in medicine yet, and my medical knowledge was more than enough to guide my second sister. Whenever I helped her solve a problem, she would happily give me a special reward. After all the problems were solved, her lips and vagina would be swollen and red from being fucked again, and our sheets would be soaked with semen and vaginal fluid.
Or we would draw the curtains, and my second sister would hum along to dance music while swaying her increasingly mature body, taking off the clothes that covered her voluptuous flesh one by one. She would imitate the movements of foreign women in videotapes, swaying her slender waist that could be pinched with one hand, and walking towards me with a fox-like gait with her bare feet, displaying the charm of a woman with full breasts and a plump bottom.
Watching my second sister dance her seductive and lewd dance, I would respond to her sexual call, spreading my legs wide, assuming a horse stance, my erect penis pointing skyward like a cannon between my thighs. I would occasionally brush aside the erotic underwear she threw at me, determined not to let them interfere with my enjoyment of her performance.
When the dance reached its climax, our genitals were already tightly intertwined. My glans pressed firmly against the mysterious flesh inside her vagina, making a spiraling motion. The rustling sound of our pubic hair rubbing together sent my second sister into a frenzy of passion, unable to contain herself. Her swollen breasts, engorged with blood, bulged as if about to explode, veins clearly visible, her two rubbery nipples standing erect.
I would gently flick her unyielding nipples with my fingers, then breathe familiar, warm breath into her ear, whispering lewd words. As I expected, her orgasm would arrive intensely at this moment.
Back home, my eldest sister knew about my affair with my second sister and mother, but she still hasn't told me the order of events.
That winter, the principal of my eldest sister's school went on a crazy spree and decided to hold a math competition. My eldest sister was very good at math, but her group encountered a math prodigy—a mixed-race girl from the Soviet Union, whose math skills were ridiculously strong. My eldest sister, desperate and with nothing to lose, came to me for help, knowing that at least I was better at math than her. We couldn't explain it clearly over the phone, so my eldest sister said she wanted to come to my place, and I agreed.
When my eldest sister arrived at the door, my second sister and I were still in the living room, engrossed in our lovemaking. Whether intentionally or not, my eldest sister didn't say anything, but suddenly opened our door. My second sister was startled. I felt a heat at her urethra, and warm urine gushed out. My eldest sister watched helplessly as my second sister's urine ran down my thigh and spread across the floor. She spat and ignored us, only urging me to hurry. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I carried my second sister around the living room. My second sister seemed to be possessed that day; after my eldest sister arrived, I continued like this for almost an hour, but she still hadn't ejaculated. Her uncomfortable expression made me feel sorry for her. I knew my second sister had a habit during sex; if she couldn't ejaculate at this point, her mood would be bad for the next few days.
Having no other choice, I carried my second sister, who was as red as a shrimp, to the sofa. My eldest sister sat on the sofa, glanced at us without saying a word, and continued watching the children's program on TV.
I found the scene somewhat amusing, but this wasn't the time to laugh. I hugged my second sister, placed her on a corner of the sofa, and used my arms and body to press her legs against her shoulders, bending her up completely. I stared at my eldest sister watching TV, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina at a rapid, rhythmic pace. My second sister, seemingly aware that I wasn't watching her, appeared dissatisfied and stuck a finger into my anus. Provoked, I turned around, looking at her alluring figure, and began to growl, increasing the force and depth of my thrusts. My second sister seemed to be hurt by my actions, moaning and begging for mercy.
Just as things were reaching their climax, a feeling down my spine told me that ejaculation was imminent. At that moment, my senses were exceptionally sharp; I suddenly felt a cool breeze behind my buttocks, followed by a sharp slap. The pain was excruciating, but at that moment, my semen excitedly gushed from the head of my penis. My second sister mumbled something I couldn't understand, trembling as she ejaculated streams of love fluid.
The final slap, of course, was my eldest sister's doing. After slapping her, she sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, her face dark as she looked at the TV, complaining that we were too noisy and that she had urgent business and didn't have time to wait for us.
I didn't say anything, slowly putting on my pants while my eldest sister was talking, then carrying my second sister back to bed. My eldest sister, seeing my expression, thought I disagreed with her and became a little anxious, but she didn't dare yell at me. I had a feeling she was a little afraid of me that day.
When I was finished, I gave my eldest sister a satisfactory answer.
The next day, I easily won over the Soviet mixed-race beauty, and my eldest sister's team won the championship.
However, there was no excitement on my eldest sister's face; instead, there was astonishment and fear.
Because the bet between my eldest sister and me was her body.
My eldest sister silently followed me back into the house. Once inside, under my gaze, she silently stripped naked and slowly climbed onto the unwashed, disheveled sheets. My second sister was still asleep there. Startled by my sister's movement, she merely muttered a complaint with her eyes closed before turning away to continue sleeping.
I don't know why I made that bet with my eldest sister, but my hands unconsciously began to pull off my clothes. My penis still carried the scent of my second sister from yesterday; because of the high temperature, sweat had accumulated on it, making it sticky and uncomfortable. I stared into my
eldest sister's eyes. She wrinkled her pretty little nose, looking at my hard penis with a blank expression, her lips tightly pressed together, her breathing rapid, and her face turning pale. Her small hands rummaged aimlessly on the sheets, unsure of what to grasp.
My second sister woke up at this moment, looked at the two of us without speaking, thought for a moment, then jumped off the bed naked and began rummaging through the drawer beside her.
I got into bed, and my eldest sister was still staring blankly at my penis. But at that moment, I felt something different in her gaze. What was it? I couldn't quite put my finger on it; I just felt a burning, uncomfortable heat on my penis from her staring.
"Use this to hit her, hit her hard!"
My second sister came over and handed me something. I recognized it as my early-obtained bachelor's degree certificate.
I didn't understand what my second sister meant. She whispered to me to ignore my eldest sister and just do as she said.
I held up the little red booklet high, feeling as if I were transforming into a special figure from some era. My
second sister seemed to have found my eldest sister's weakness. Ever since my second sister took out the little red booklet, my eldest sister's eyes hadn't left it. Her mouth slowly opened, her face grew redder and redder, and she reached out her hands to grab the little red booklet from my hand.
My second sister pushed me in front of my eldest sister, my graduation certificate held high above my head. My second sister urged me on from behind. With a heavy heart, and seeing the madness in my eldest sister's eyes, I brought the little red book down hard. The first blow hit my eldest sister's cheek, eliciting a howl from her, and a welt immediately appeared. I paused, and my second sister shouted from behind, "Don't stop! Keep hitting her!"
I looked at my eldest sister; her delicate nose was covered in sweat, her eyes bloodshot, glaring at me defiantly. It was as if she were questioning me, "What are you?! Do you dare keep hitting me?"
At that moment, I felt like I was possessed by a demon. The little red book rained down on my eldest sister's face and body. She rolled around on the bed, howling, her little hands desperately trying to grab the graduation certificate from my hand.
After a few blows, the little red book fell apart, its pages flying everywhere, leaving only the hard outer cover in my hand.
My older sister's gaze followed the fluttering pieces of paper, grabbing at them like she was on steroids. Finally, she pounced on the bed, snatched the one with the official stamp, examined it repeatedly, and then kissed it incessantly while sobbing.
I looked at my sister, bewildered, and turned back to see my second sister gesturing for me to continue.
But seeing my crying sister, my heart softened, and I gave my second sister a helpless look.
Suddenly, my face burned, and I saw stars.
My older sister had somehow stood up and slapped me hard across the face. Luckily, I instinctively dodged her ear, but the slap landed squarely on my cheek.
What followed was a chaotic brawl between my older sister and me. After the slapping sounds, my older sister's two largest breasts, which I had been slapping, jiggled back and forth, growing larger and their nipples standing erect.
My older sister screamed in pain, but immediately pounced on me, biting and scratching me with her nails.
I grabbed her hair to try and get away, but she held on tightly to a spot on my waist.
With a determined look, I pulled harder, tearing out several strands of her hair. She screamed and I pulled her away. At the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my lower body; a large patch of flesh had been bitten off her waist, and blood was slowly seeping out.
My older sister chuckled coldly, and my second sister quickly found gauze to bandage my wound.
I glared fiercely at my smug older sister. A surge of anger rose within me, a feeling of suffocation rising in my chest.
Just as she made a move to get out of bed, I lunged at her. This time, without my second sister's command, only one word occupied my mind—attack!
My older sister struggled against me, trying to dodge my hands. When she rolled over, I slapped her buttocks hard. Not satisfied with that, I grabbed a handful of her buttocks and twisted, pinched, and pulled with all my might, watching her buttocks turn from white to red, then from red to purple, until blood appeared.
She still didn't beg for mercy, lying there panting heavily, viciously cursing me, calling me a beast, an incestuous freak, asking why I didn't die sooner and instead live to bring shame upon our family.
I initially felt some remorse for the insults, but then my older sister started cursing my mother, calling her a harlot, shamelessly seducing her own son, and calling my second sister shameless, a whore, for seducing her brother in incest. My anger flared up again.
I flipped my incessantly chattering eldest sister over, grabbed her in front of me, and violently spread her legs as if to tear something apart. My already raging penis thrust into her vagina. She screamed in pain, struggling, but I held her body still, fucking her in that unfamiliar yet tight opening. Annoyingly,
she continued her shrewish tirade. I had no choice but to ignore her angry glare, grab a pair of my second sister's underwear from the bed, and shove them into her mouth.
She groaned softly, her body still struggling. Her two large, ravaged breasts swayed irritatingly, so I grabbed one in each hand and squeezed them hard, my fingertips quickly turning blue.
Her moans sounded painful, but the fluid from her vagina only increased.
My second sister came from behind and hugged me, stopping me from further ravaging her breasts.
Just then, my older sister's body suddenly stiffened, she groaned, and her lower abdomen jerked upwards a few times. Then, my glans was enveloped by a large amount of fluid deep inside her vagina.
My older sister had orgasmed.
After my older sister calmed down, my second sister went over and pulled the panties out of her mouth. My older sister opened her mouth, breathing in fresh air rapidly.
My second sister smiled and hugged my older sister, asking me from behind why I had stopped.
I thought to myself, "That's what I was waiting for," and my penis continued to work inside my older sister's newly opened vagina.
Only then did I have time to look at my older sister. She looked so happy; it was hard to connect her with the pain she had just shown.
My second sister playfully bit one of my older sister's earlobes and asked if she was satisfied. My older sister giggled but didn't answer, only staring at me with eyes full of lust. My second sister moved closer to me, handing my older sister over to me to control, and then, with a wicked grin, started moving around under my older sister's buttocks. I guessed she was aiming for my older sister's anus.
Sure enough, my older sister immediately screamed, her body jerking upwards as I pressed her down, her body hitting my hot, hard penis. She screamed again from the sting.
And so, my older sister's body rose and fell rhythmically in my arms, her hoarse voice, her moans incoherent, accompanied by my and my second sister's coordinated movements, occasionally muttering under her breath that I was a beast.
I looked at my older sister's noticeably swollen face and saw a genuine smile on her face, feeling the tight warmth of her vaginal walls. An unexpected calm settled over me; I no longer cared about her curses.
That day, my older sister came many times, her anus was opened several times, and the sheets beneath her were stained bright red. My second sister also joined her, being fucked by me until nightfall.
As I ejaculated and drifted into a trance, my older sister's murmured narration finally reached my ears. Only then did I realize that the little red book was actually my older sister's long-standing unresolved issue. And my second sister understood my older sister's feelings perfectly, which led to our sadomasochistic play today.
My eldest sister was so exhausted from my antics that she couldn't get out of bed for three whole days. For a week, she cried out in pain every time she had a bowel movement. Every time I carried her to the toilet, she would melt away my endless guilt with a gentle smile she had never shown to anyone before. Deep down,
my eldest sister is a sadist; she confessed this to me during her last climax that night.
These are the women in my family—sometimes fiery and scathing, driving me to madness, and other times gentle and tender, drawing me into their lake of affection.
I only know: I love them, and they love me, even though this love cannot be recognized by society.
"Daddy~ Great~ Great~" Little Lian'er woke up in my arms.
She's almost two years old this year, and the first two words she learned to babble were "Daddy" and "Great." Isn't it funny?
Lian'er is my mother's fourth daughter, my second sister, and also my first biological daughter. The relationship is complicated, and I'm happy about it.
The moment my little one slowly emerged from my vagina in the private delivery room at home is an unforgettable experience. A feeling of being connected by blood and flesh welled up within me.
My second sister skillfully cut the umbilical cord, then cheerfully lifted the little one high, positioning her genitals directly in front of me. Looking at the incredibly delicate little labia and the cleft between them, my genitals betrayed my brain's commands, secretly standing up in salute to my daughter.
My second sister patted the little one's bottom, and with a loud "waaaah!", her loud cry echoed through the room. Hearing my daughter's first sound in this world, as her father, my pants shamelessly began to soak with sweat.
When my second sister placed the little ball of flesh in front of my exhausted mother, she looked at her own flesh and blood, her eyes reddening, and she cried again. I went to my mother's side, repeatedly kissing her sweat-drenched face.
This little one was more than just a daughter to my mother; she represented her tangible acknowledgment of our relationship, a further trampling of ethics. I knew how much psychological pressure my seemingly relaxed mother was under.
After our daughter's birth, my mother could finally breathe a little easier.
After that, the four women in my family and I racked our brains trying to come up with a name for the child. In the end, my mother, as the mother, won the debate, and our daughter was named Lian'er. Lian'er, Lian'er, loving our son—I called out to Lian'er, and the little one, wrapped in my arms, looked at me, her father, her bright, sparkling eyes blinking a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering as if they could speak, her little lips pouting. I loved her so much .
My mother lay half-reclined on the bed, urging me to quickly bring our daughter to her breastfeed, but I was reluctant to give up that special intimacy between father and daughter. Our
daughter was very quiet in my arms, even crying when my mother held her.
So, I held our daughter, and my mother brought her ample breasts closer, and only then would Lian'er nurse quietly.
My mother had an abundance of milk this time; her already impressive breasts were now frighteningly large, and her milk was easily released. Sometimes, while we were talking in bed, milk would slowly seep out. This gave my second sister and me another chance to taste breast milk.
Especially me, the incompetent father, ate the most. Almost every time Mom breastfed Lian'er, I would enjoy the sweet and delicious human milk on the free breast of Mom's. Lian'er was indeed my daughter; she never fought with her father for Mom's breast like other children.
Unfortunately, Mom and I would quickly turn this warm family moment into another scene: I would hold Lian'er, Mom would sit facing me in my lap, Lian'er would continue drinking milk while biting Mom's nipple, Mom would wrap her arms around me from behind, her thighs crossed around my waist, and without disturbing Lian'er's drinking, I would slightly thrust my erect penis upwards, while Mom would bite her rosy lips and make happy moaning sounds from her nose. With my help, Mom would slowly release the desire aroused by the father and daughter in this way.
My younger sister, older sister, and second older sister had long since stopped using contraception, so I was naturally happy not to use condoms. Not long after, my younger sister had a miscarriage due to health reasons, and she was heartbroken, saying that she had killed a life and that she could never have children again. My second sister found a whole bunch of books, offering both theoretical explanations and practical guidance, before she could finally convince my younger sister that the miscarriage wouldn't affect her future fertility. A few months later, my younger sister became pregnant again and was overjoyed, but she would inexplicably get angry at me, only to be incredibly kind to me again afterward—a cycle that left me completely bewildered. Things only returned to normal after the baby was born.
I wasn't home when my younger sister's child was born; I was busy with something very important. When I rushed back after hearing the news, my second sister told me how dangerous the situation had been. My
second sister had predicted that after taking INA, my younger sister's body shouldn't have had any problems with this pregnancy, but fate seemed to be against her. During childbirth, my younger sister suffered inexplicable severe bleeding, and it was only thanks to an old family remedy that my mother saved both my younger sister and the baby's lives.
When I saw my younger sister, she was already very thin; she was practically just skin and bones. Holding my pale-faced little sister, and looking at the baby in my mother's arms who bore a striking resemblance to her, I wavered. Was this truly the life I wanted? My little sister forced a smile in my arms, saying this was such a failure, and if she died, I would never forget her. I held her tightly, afraid she would truly leave me, and kissed her cold lips, tears streaming down her face. The baby beside us cried, startling me awake. I knew that this tiny life was so precious, and she needed me, her father, to walk this forbidden path until I watched her grow up.
My little sister and my daughter have very ordinary names: Fangfei. Because my sister's name contains the character "Fang," and my little sister really likes Liu Yifei, we came up with this somewhat ordinary, even common, name.
In front of my little sister, Fangfei is incredibly introverted. As she grew up, my little sister often complained to us that her daughter was useless, saying she was always well-behaved under her older sister Lian'er's thumb. As her father, I knew that was only one side of Fangfei. When we were alone, Fangfei was incredibly lively and mischievous, capable of driving me to the brink of madness. But just as I was about to lose my temper, Fangfei would instantly become docile, instantly extinguishing my anger.
As a result, among my daughters, Fangfei was actually my favorite, even more so than Lian'er. Of course, I wouldn't let them know this difference.
My eldest and second eldest sisters both had twins. After my four daughters were born, they drove their mothers crazy because the four daughters wouldn't cry or fuss, they just refused to sleep. My eldest and second eldest sisters were frantic, and even my second eldest sister, a medical doctor, tried everything to no avail. Then, my mother had a brilliant idea: she put me, this big guy, among the four babies, and they miraculously fell asleep. From then on, I became their human hypnotic tool, and this situation continues to this day, which is undeniably a tragedy for me.
Of the four little ones, my eldest sister's two daughters are named Xiaoqin and Xiaojie. To my sister's and our disappointment, they've never been diligent or tidy, which has exhausted me, their father, constantly cleaning up their messes.
My second sister's two children are named Xiaomin and Xiaoxian. They give my sister and me a lot of face, and as they've grown up, their beauty is in no way inferior to my cousin's, and their figures are even hotter than my mother's. However, they're too fierce, and I've been scolded by them many times, but I'm used to it now.
My second sister, as their mother, has also been scolded by them a few times. Of course, all of this happened on my bed. I was scolded by them because Xiaomin asked me to use her back door, and I was too slow. In the end, Xiaoxian had to push me from behind to get my penis into Xiaomin's tight anus. Afterwards, my penis was almost numb from being squeezed by my daughter's anus. My mother saw this and, feeling sorry for me, put it in her mouth, saying, "How could these granddaughters be so wretched?"
My second sister was teased because Xiaoxian discovered that her mother's moans during sex weren't as pleasant as Xiaoqin's and Xiaojie's, and even less so than her grandmother's. This greatly disappointed them.
After hearing their reasons, my second sister and I exchanged bewildered glances, thinking, "Is this really our daughter?"
We secretly resolved that we couldn't have children so casually anymore; having too many children would shorten our lifespan.
Among our six daughters, Lian'er was the queen of the kids, both in terms of age and the order in which we had sex. Lian'er
resembled her mother a lot, from her appearance to her sexual habits.
The reason she learned the word "penis" first was because she knew that if she put her father's penis in her mouth, it would periodically spray out strange-tasting milk. Although sometimes the milk would choke her because her mouth was too small and the flow was too great, causing her to cough incessantly.
One night while I was sleeping, my mother, taking advantage of my drowsy state, put my penis in Lian'er's mouth for the first time. When I woke up the next day, looking at my daughter's small mouth that couldn't even hold the head of my penis, I realized why my dream that night had been so erotic. Luckily, I had made love with my mother a few times before, so I didn't ejaculate much, otherwise Lian'er might have choked.
Things quickly spiraled out of control, and Lian'er had another condition for sleeping peacefully—she had to have her father's penis in her mouth. My younger sister was also mischievous and bought a realistic-looking penis. She underestimated Lian'er's judgment, and the result was that Lian'er cried and fussed on my younger sister, getting her covered in snot and tears. My younger sister never dared to tease Lian'er like that again.
After giving birth to Lian'er, my mother was like a female animal in heat. If it weren't for my older sister and her two sisters, my mother would have followed me everywhere, constantly seeking pleasure from me.
Fortunately, my older sister and her sisters, as my mother's daughters, understood her actions and didn't get jealous.
Everything outside the villa was handled by designated people, so I didn't need to worry about it at all, and I had nothing to do all day. Inside the villa, the only woman who rarely went out was my mother, so I spent all my time having sex with her, venting my illicit desires in her three orifices.
The adult women were happy, but Lian'er wasn't, because my mother was using her special sleeping tool—my penis.
Because of this, Lian'er began to resent my mother, which manifested in her deliberately biting my mother's nipples several times. Seeing my mother's pitiful state, I felt sorry for her and could only try to find ways to get Lian'er to suck my penis and fall asleep on time.
My mother was somewhat helpless; she knew she had a problem, but she just couldn't control her body. Whenever she saw my mother, she would think about having sex. Later, after my mother became normal, she told me that she was so lewd that just thinking about the word "son" would make her whole body hot and her lower body itchy, and she would wish that I would penetrate her immediately to feel comfortable.
In short, the experience of having sex with her own son and becoming pregnant and giving birth drastically changed my mother. Later, after my eldest sister and the other two women had all given birth, I realized this statement applied to all the adult women in the family. These mothers went mad, eagerly offering themselves and my daughters to my penis, regardless of how young the daughters were. Even if my glans could only barely fill their mouths and couldn't penetrate their other orifices, it didn't dampen the enthusiasm of these frenzied mothers.
I don't know if my second sister's mysterious treatment had any direct causal relationship with this issue. My second sister didn't know, nor did she want to know, because she was at her most reckless at that time. Once, to get me to deflower my two younger daughters, she and my eldest sister got me drunk. My eldest sister first took out my penis and blew on it, then my second sister supported Xiaomin's small body, while my eldest sister guided my penis from below, aiming it at Xiaomin's plump, undeveloped vulva. The two women cruelly tried to force my penis into Xiaomin's body. At first, Xiaomin had no idea what was happening. She watched her two mothers' actions and her father's hard penis between his legs, giggling. Only when the intense pain in her lower body came did Xiaomin cry out in agony.
Fortunately, the two women didn't succeed that time. My mother arrived in time and saw that Xiaomin's labia had been partially torn by my penis. My mother hurriedly snatched Xiaomin from the two crazy women, applied Yunnan Baiyao to the tear, and stopped Xiaomin's pain. Then, my mother angrily cursed the two big fools and splashed a bowl of cold water on me, the little fool, to wake me up.
Xiaoxian laughed heartily beside her, wondering how her second sister had raised her. She could still laugh even as her younger sister, Xiaomin, wailed.
The second sister didn't give up. Knowing her daughters' vaginas couldn't accommodate my penis, she tried using their anuses, but after repeated failures, she had to find another way.
She started with their legs. Every time I made love with my second sister, she would persistently urge me to try rubbing between their legs, describing the wonderful sensation. Seeing my silence, she would proactively place my penis between Xiaomin's or Xiaoxian's little white legs, then begin moving them. The crisp, curious sounds from their tender skin quickly squeezed out my semen. At this moment, their eyes would be fixed on the fountain-like spray from their father's penis, and they would giggle. The daughters' laughter, sometimes high, sometimes low, involuntarily synchronized with the muscles in my lower body that controlled my ejaculation. The jet of semen shot up and down, creating a human musical fountain. Once it
happened, it happened again; this immoral beast had become addicted to this game, feeling no resistance whatsoever. Before this, although I knew my daughters would become my women, I still felt some resistance deep down.
Finally, my second sister succeeded once. When I realized it, my penis was already fully inside Xiaoxian's anus. Xiaoxian miraculously didn't bleed that time. Although Xiaoxian's anus wasn't much looser than her vagina, making it difficult for me to move, I was indeed fully inside, with only my testicles dangling outside. Xiaoxian, in my arms, found it amusing, reaching out her little hand to poke and prod my testicles. My second sister, watching her daughter sitting on her man's penis, was filled with passion, passionately kissing the point where Xiaoxian and I were joined, leaving her anus covered in her saliva.
I gradually adapted to Xiaoxian's body cavity. The heat inside, exceeding her body temperature, warmed my penis, making me restless. I moved a little, but it still felt too clumsy; there wasn't much fluid secreted from her intestines.
Looking at Xiaoxian again, she didn't seem too uncomfortable, so I tossed her up, my penis pulling out some of the tender, red muscle at the end of her intestines. Then, using her weight, I re-inserted my penis into her. After a few times, I felt Xiaoxian's intestines become slightly slippery, so I began to thrust faster inside her. The tender flesh of her anus felt like several rubber bands bound together, the immense grip pressing on my penis. Sometimes Xiaoxian's intestines would even spiral and wriggle a few times. The pleasure, different from that of an adult woman, quickly brought me to ejaculation.
Xiaoxian only giggled occasionally in my arms, mostly watching her father's penis with curiosity.
Inside Xiaoxian's anus, I never lasted more than four minutes; my longest record was four and a half minutes, which I achieved after Xiaoxian became an adult.
About five or six years later, when the two girls were a little over ten years old, I barely managed to penetrate their vaginas. After less than ten thrusts, I ejaculated amidst their protests. My second sister teased me, calling it premature ejaculation in old age. Little did she know, my daughters' two tender vaginas were like two super sperm extractors to me. Besides, the two little ones looked like pure and beautiful lolis back then; how could I possibly resist?
Over the next three years, I gradually adapted to the feeling of Xiaomin and Xiaoxian's vaginas. Under my care, the two little beauties' breasts grew larger, and their buttocks became more shapely.
Lian'er and I had actual relations about three or four years earlier than Xiaomin and Xiaoxian. I don't remember the exact date, but it must have been around four or five years old. Lian'er inherited not only stunning beauty from her mother but also that amazing physique.
When Lian'er and I watched my penis smoothly enter her vagina, we both gasped in surprise. Our mother, older sister, and second sister were even more exaggerated, exclaiming, "Oh my god!", "That's terrifying!", "How is this possible?", "It's unbelievable!", "Did it pierce through Lian'er? Second sister, go check! Is the head of my penis sticking out of Lian'er's throat?"
The last sentence was from our youngest sister, who then actually made Lian'er open her mouth to check.
Lian'er angrily spat in her younger sister's face to express her displeasure, and the younger sister muttered, "That brat is so rude," and backed away.
Our mother paced around, beaming, and began to boast. Our younger sister and the others went against their mother, trying every possible way to praise their daughter.
The teasing me and Lian'er silently continued our activities. A few minutes later, Lian'er's clear moans, eight parts like her mother's, stunned the adult women nearby. After a long while, they stared at Lian'er, mouths agape, speechless.
I thought to myself, how could this be? It was astonishing enough that such a small child could accommodate my enormous member, but she could even make such convincing moans. And her moans were so alluring and seductive, delivered with her unique voice—it was like a potent aphrodisiac. My lust had turned into animalistic urges. My penis moved freely inside Lian'er's still-immature vagina, though usually only reaching three-quarters of the way in. Even so, the deep, gut-like passage and the strong, mouth-like suction were enough to give me unbearable pleasure. As my penis withdrew, the pink, tender flesh of Lian'er's vagina was unwillingly pulled out, glistening with love juice. Every time I saw this, I couldn't help but forcefully push my penis back into Lian'er's vagina, eliciting one lewd moan after another from her.
Her body, her moans, coupled with the fact that she was my own daughter, made my head spin, my adrenaline surge, and my blood pump down to my corpus cavernosum. My
corpus cavernosum desperately lengthened and thickened, my penis growing larger and longer at an alarming rate. Lian'er's little brows furrowed, her moans tinged with pain. Father and daughter in sync, I regained my senses and slowed down. After a while, Lian'er gradually adapted to the new length of my penis, her little mouth opening to exhale sweet breath. Looking at Lian'er's adorable, panting appearance, I kissed her red lips. Lian'er didn't struggle, closing her big eyes, and under my guidance, began to practice kissing techniques.
Finally, Lian'er stopped biting my tongue, and our tongues intertwined skillfully, saliva overflowing between our lips.
My penis thrust in and out of my daughter's vagina more and more smoothly, the love fluid secreted by the vaginal walls nourishing Lian'er's body and our souls.
"Truly worthy of being Mom's daughter, even better than Mom~ ooh~."
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw my little sister saying this to Mom with a mischievous smile, but Mom quickly covered her mouth.
Ignoring them, I thrust for a while longer, and I felt Lian'er's moans change, making me feel numb. I looked closely and saw that Lian'er's face had become even rosier, and her big eyes were even more captivating, watery, almost making me forget to move. Lian'er's sudden thrust brought me back to my senses.
I simply stood up, holding Lian'er's little bottom, and walked towards the women amidst her increasingly urgent moans. As I walked, I tossed Lian'er high into the air and let her fall, the rubbing of my penis against her vagina producing a pleasant sound. It made me so itchy I just wanted to scratch it.
When I reached my mother and younger sister, I found their faces flushed with desire. I took my mother's hand and placed it on Lian'er's still flat chest. My mother grabbed and kneaded Lian'er's still-unerected nipples, and Lian'er let out even louder cries, making the women unsteady on their feet. I had my second sister hold Lian'er, and I pulled my younger sister over and kissed her passionately, while continuing my thrusting motion on Lian'er. My younger sister was dizzy from my kisses, and when I grabbed her breasts, she actually climaxed, spraying out a mixture of vaginal fluid and urine, getting my legs all over her. I put my younger sister aside, and my eldest sister pulled me over, grabbing my large hand and violently rubbing it against her mons pubis. A few minutes later, my eldest sister also collapsed to the ground. I was about to ask my mother and second sister to switch places when I found my second sister's body stiffened; she had already urinated all over the floor. My mother also let out a long scream and lay on top of my younger sister, convulsing.
I quickly took Lian'er from me, holding her and circling the room a few times. Lian'er's vagina was gurgling as if water had been drawn from a spring, and the tingling sensation at my tailbone was unbearable. I brought Lian'er and me to the other women, who, having recovered, stared longingly at the spot where Lian'er and I were joined.
With a mournful cry, Lian'er silently trembled, her small body trembling, and fainted in my arms. Hearing my daughter's cry, I ejaculated into her vagina.
A little over a minute later, Lian'er woke up, her face flushed. She suddenly leaned in and kissed me, repeatedly saying, "Daddy, Daddy, so good, Daddy, so good."
I slowly pulled out my penis, but Lian'er's body hardened again, and she cried out. In less than a second, a clear stream of fluid shot out from her vagina. It turned out Lian'er had lost control of her bladder due to the last stimulation. My lovely daughter! Daddy loves you so much!
Amidst the hungry eyes of the women on the ground, I held Lian'er's legs and ejaculated onto their naked bodies.
Lian'er's urine and squirting later became a spectacle in my house, but that's a story for another time.
My eldest sister was the last to offer her daughter to her father's penis; Xiaoqin and Xiaojie were deflowered by me when they were twelve years old.
My eldest sister had no idea that her two daughters, mocked by Lian'er and the others, had actually had relations with me when they were nine. The time she was deflowered at twelve was just a performance between the two little ones.
The four girls are now all beautiful young women. Lian'er looks exactly like her mother's younger sister. Xiaoqin and Xiaojie have changed a lot since I deflowered them; they know how to care for their mother and do chores. Xiaomin and Xiaoxian, the two feisty heroines, have become well-behaved mature women, still occasionally showing their quirky, heroic side, but they only look more adorable now.
Fangfei and the youngest sister now spend their days at home learning yoga with my eldest sister, sometimes asking me to come over and give them some pointers on their martial arts training, although my pointers ultimately end up focusing on their private parts.
My mother is pregnant again, and it's another girl, of course. I'm a little worried.
But I know this is the inescapable fate that God has given me—an endless journey, an endless incestuous affair.

[The End]

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