A secret that neither my daughter nor I know.

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Self-reproach, guilt, ethics, and the desire for pleasure and stimulation are intertwined. We did things we shouldn't have done, and we couldn't extricate ourselves from them, and we even found all sorts of reasons to justify it.
Yesterday was my 55th birthday. Only my daughter was home with me to celebrate. My wife passed away two years ago, my son-in-law is serving in the military far away, and my granddaughter is in boarding school. My greatest pride in life is having a beautiful daughter who graduated from university, and she is also my dearest. In the evening, my daughter cooked a few dishes, opened a bottle of dry red wine, and opened a bottle of Ningxia red wine for me. I can't drink alcohol; I usually only drink the health wine my daughter buys, and sometimes I drink a little dry red wine.
I drank one glass of Ningxia red wine and two glasses of dry red wine, and my daughter also drank quite a bit. I felt a little dizzy and sleepy, so I went back to my room to sleep. Later, my daughter came over and asked me if I was okay. I said I was fine and went to bed early. I woke up at 2 a.m., still half-asleep, and felt someone hugging me. I shivered and immediately became fully awake. There was no one else at home; my daughter must have drunk too much and was lying there. I quickly turned on the bedside lamp and woke her up, saying, "You've had too much to drink. Go sleep at your place." My daughter said, "I haven't slept at all. I'm worried you'll get sick if you drink too much." I said, "Then go sleep at my place." My daughter jokingly said, "I'm not going. Let's see what you can do to me." I sat up and said, "If you won't leave, I will." My daughter turned off the bedside lamp, grabbed my neck, and pushed me back onto the bed, saying, "Can't you just leave?" I had no choice but to say, "Fine, I won't leave." I said, "Then keep Dad company and chat with him." My daughter whispered in my ear, "Dad, I love you. Do you love me?" I said, "Yes, I do." My daughter said, "Then love me well." At this moment, my daughter pressed her large body against mine and whispered in my ear, "Dad, please take me. This is the best birthday gift I can give you." I thought that my daughter and son-in-law had been living apart for a long time, and my daughter was probably too lonely. I said, "I didn't hear what you were saying." "If you want to be with someone else, Dad knows you're suffering." My daughter said, "I don't like everything. There are only two men in my life, a husband and a father. No one else has a place in my heart. I've wanted to give myself to you since I was 16, but I didn't dare. I was afraid you would scold me, and I was afraid of my mother. Now I'm older, my mother is gone, and Feng is gone too. What are you afraid of, Dad?" I was telling the truth, my brain can no longer control my lower body. I said, "Do you know, this is called incest." My daughter said, "This is called a double marriage. Dad, no one will know." At this moment, my daughter turned on the bedside lamp, lifted the blanket, and our two naked bodies were intertwined under the light. My daughter used her hands to pull down my underwear, and my thing was standing straight up. My daughter also took off her panties and threw away her bra, pressing her breasts against my mouth. "Dad, don't you want me?" I said no. My daughter said she didn't believe me. "Dad, look how hard it is." I said I wanted to, but I couldn't do it. My daughter turned off the bedside lamp, climbed on top of me, and started kissing me passionately. I couldn't control myself anymore; my 185-pound body pressed her down, kissing her breasts. Then, she casually turned the bedside lamp back on. I told her to turn it off, but she said she wanted to see how I would kiss her. I said, "Dad can't control himself either, but aren't you worried about getting pregnant? There are a few old condoms in the drawer." She said, "No need, I want to give myself to you completely; it's a safe period now." Facing my 30-year-old daughter, a beautiful and alluring young woman, I revealed my penis. My daughter said shyly, "Dad, I want to put a pillow under me, is that okay?" I said, "Sure," and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her buttocks. I inserted my penis. My daughter said, "I see, it's in! Dad, lift your body a little, I want to see you fuck me." I thrust wildly, saying, "Can you see it?" My daughter said, "Yes." I said, "See what?" My daughter said, "Dad is fucking me." My daughter writhed, crying out, "Daddy, it feels so good! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" I gripped her breasts with both hands, my 185-pound body slamming against her mound. Her legs straightened, and I thrust even more wildly, a warm stream shooting out. Everything stopped. My daughter said, "Daddy, you're amazing! I love you so much! You're even better than Feng! He only lasts 10 minutes at most, but I checked the clock on the wall, and we lasted over 23 minutes!" I said, "It's all thanks to following your advice to exercise every morning and evening, and drinking your health tonics. That's why I have such a great body." I said, "We did something we shouldn't have done. How will we face each other afterward?" My daughter said, "You're still my dad, and I'm still your daughter. You wouldn't know who Dad is, but I've always been very attached to you, though others can't tell." I said, "Daddy, shouldn't you find another woman? Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened." My daughter said, "I don't want anyone else to take advantage of my dad!" I said, "Actually, Daddy also wants it to be just the two of us at home." When you were 16, it was raining heavily and there was thunder. You were afraid to sleep in the same bed as your father. Your mother was away on a business trip. I wanted to do it, but I just thought I couldn't. If you were my stepdaughter, I would have done it long ago. My daughter said: Dad, you are so bad. Actually, I was just pretending to be scared. There was thunder all the time when my mother was home. Letting you sleep together was just an excuse. I said: You are so clingy to me every day. How could I not see it? My daughter said: If we had done it back then, I would hate you for the rest of my life. It means you don't really love me. I said: What about now? My daughter said: Now I am older, I am married and have children. Feng is not around. I don't have anything to worry about...
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It is not a fantasy or a novel. It is real. I felt guilty and remorseful. I was more inclined to the latter. The breakthrough in the father-daughter relationship in that instant determined that we could never go back to the way things were. I knew before that this kind of thing was bound to happen. My daughter was too clingy to me and admired me a lot. My family is at least middle class in this small coastal city. My daughter is attracted to older, more mature men and has a deep-seated father complex; her husband is 12 years older than her. She developed those complicated feelings for me around the age of 14. I remember one summer night when she was 16, during a violent storm with thunder and lightning. Her mother was away studying in Jinan, and my daughter, saying she was scared, insisted on sleeping in the same bed with me, wrapped in a sheet, and wanted me to hold her. I didn't sleep at all that night, pretending to be sound asleep. My daughter thought I was really asleep and gently moved me around, using the lightning to lift the sheet and look at my penis. I pretended to be asleep, but I was already hard and wet, and my mind was desperately trying to control myself. In the end, nothing happened. I was afraid it would leave a lasting trauma on her, since she's still so young. It's a lie to say I didn't want that; I just didn't want to hurt my daughter. Now my daughter is 30, turning 31 this year. She's a mother of a 7-year-old, 166cm tall, and very beautiful. In our small town, she's considered one of the most beautiful women. On the night of my 55th birthday, my daughter gave me that special gift in that way. No matter what, my daughter's love for me is still sincere, even if it is unconventional. I can't resist it. Actually, I want it too, because my daughter is 30 years old and she can take responsibility for what she does. Now my daughter seems to have never done anything. Every morning she accompanies me to run on the beach, and every evening she accompanies me to walk on the beach. On weekends, I accompany her to the supermarket. Wherever we go, we attract envious glances. We are like a loving father and daughter. Sometimes at night, when we are engrossed in our sex during the day, my daughter shouts "Dad... Dad..." and I am afraid that others will hear it. If we do this, others may say that this is incest. But we are really sexually happy and excited. The feeling of being even closer is so wonderful! I can only confide in her here.
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Ten days have passed in a flash. The weekend has arrived again. In the afternoon, I accompanied my daughter to the supermarket. We came back after 5 o'clock. My daughter was busy in the kitchen. Today, I will eat my daughter's good braised fish again. Soon, the fish and several plates of green vegetables will be served. Dinner began. As usual, I had a little Ningxia red wine, and my daughter had half a glass. I said, "My granddaughter will be back next weekend. Staying at school for half a month is too long." My daughter said, "It'll be soon. The holidays are in a few days. Dad, it's too cold and windy tonight, but we still want to go for a walk on the beach." I said, "Of course we have to go. It's been a habit for decades. If we don't walk for a day, I feel like something's missing." My daughter said, "Then I'll go with you. It'll be good for losing some weight." I said, "Go ahead if you're not afraid of the cold!" We arrived at the beach soon after. We walked south along the seaside road. The wind was strong today, and the waves kept crashing against the shore, splashing up and freezing into a thick layer of ice. We were the only two people walking along the entire seaside road; a few cars occasionally passed by on the nearby seaside road.
My daughter took my arm and leaned on me. Although my daughter often walks with me at night, I felt a sense of upheaval today. For the past ten days, I felt like I was living in a dream. Now I have finally returned to reality. We will never be able to return to that kind of pure affection that we can't even dream of. My daughter asked me: Dad, what are you thinking about so deeply today? I said: I'm not thinking about anything. My daughter said: Can you hide it from me? Dad, I know what you're thinking. It's so late today. If you want to blame someone, blame your daughter. I said: Dad doesn't blame you. My daughter said: Dad, I really love you. I will always be your good daughter. After walking for a while, we walked back. It took us one hour and ten minutes to walk. We got home at 8:50. I watched a financial program on CCTV2 for a while. My daughter was online. She came over and said: Dad, you go to sleep first. I'll go online for a while. I said: Don't stay up too late. I went to bed at 10 o'clock and didn't wake up until almost 8 o'clock the next day.
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After walking on the beach on Sunday, I turned on CCTV1 to watch a TV series. My daughter was online. My daughter called from the study: "Dad, the hot water's ready! The TV series ends at 9:30, go take a shower, you haven't showered in days. I'll shower first, then you can." I said, "Okay!" I realized I really hadn't showered for days. My daughter came out after the TV series ended. She said, "Dad, wait a minute, the water's not quite ready yet. I'll watch TV with you for a bit." She sat down beside me wrapped in a towel, her head resting against my chest, her long, wet hair falling against my skin. She said, "I often think back to when we were little, every night you'd hold me and Mom while we watched TV. It was so wonderful." My thoughts drifted back to those times.
The evening news announced the time; it was 10 pm. I went to take a shower. The bathroom was nice and warm with the heater and radiator. Lying in the big bathtub was so comfortable; I didn't want to move and just wanted to sleep. My daughter called from outside: "Dad, let me scrub your back!" I said, "No need." She said, "Really? If you don't let me scrub your back, I'll do it!"
My daughter entered the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. I had my back to her, but in the large mirror opposite, I saw her vigorously scrubbing her back. She said, "You're so dirty! Can't you not scrub your back?" Perhaps finding it in the way, she took off the towel, leaving her in only her underwear and bra. The three lights from the bathroom heater were so bright; I could see everything clearly in the mirror. She said, "Dad, I'm done scrubbing. I'll rinse you off with the showerhead." After rinsing, she said, "Dad, stand up, let me dry your back."
She said, "Dry, Dad." In the mirror, I saw her naturally hugging my neck from behind, looking blissfully happy. She said, "Dad, look down in the mirror." There it was—my thing, standing there.
She whispered in my ear, "Dad, you're thinking bad things again." Then she grabbed it from behind.
She said, "Let's go to hell!" I turned around and picked up my daughter, who was about 166cm tall and weighed around 100 pounds.
She said, "Dad, I want to stay here." I sat on the edge of the bathroom. With Yanzi lying in my arms, I pulled down her panties, pulled down her bra, kissed her two firm breasts, and kissed her pubic area, playing with her pubic hair.
Yanzi also kissed my penis. We hugged each other, and my penis entered her pubic area. Yanzi: I want to do it from behind.
She climbed on the edge of the bathtub, raised her buttocks, and put her hands in the bathtub. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and entered her pubic area from behind. Yanzi cried out comfortably, and I used all my strength to thrust into her pubic area. Yanzi and I both looked at the large mirror in front of us. Yanzi: I saw how you kissed me, it felt so good, harder. Me: I can't take it anymore.
Yanzi: I want more. I made a final thrust. We both collapsed there...)
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I was half-awake and half-asleep. I vaguely felt someone beside me. Subconsciously, it was my wife. The light coming through the curtains pulled me back to reality. The woman I loved had gone to another world two years ago. It must have been my daughter, Yanzi. I went to bed at 10 pm yesterday and slept until now, not knowing when Yan would come over. I checked my watch, it's 5 pm, two hours before my 7 am workout. As usual, I'm thinking about how to trade stocks today; I've been waking up at this time every day for 16 years to think about it. I remembered that I basically went to cash two months ago, and I feel both fortunate and relieved about the recent market crash. Although I have the majority of my funds in a private equity fund mainly composed of relatives, I still feel the pressure. Most of my funds are currently invested in IPOs. With the recent crash, these last few trading days before the Lunar New Year are the time to act again. Then my darling daughter Yan woke up. Yan: Dad, aren't you going to sleep? I said: You woke up at this hour? When were you coming over last night? Yan: A little after 11 pm. I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I came over with my blanket. Yan: Dad, it's only 6:10 pm now, let's chat for a bit. As Yan playfully burrowed into my blankets, I could only pretend to passively accept it. Faced with Yan's long legs, athletic figure, fair skin, and those two firm breasts that seemed ready to burst out at any moment, along with her long hair and her pretty, doll-like face like a girl in her early twenties, I couldn't refuse, couldn't resist. It felt like I was back in the days when I was dating Yan's mother. Actually, Yan's mother was considered a beauty in our time, but Yan was taller and prettier than her. Yan and I kissed again. I pulled down Yan's underwear from behind; it was too tight, clinging to her thighs. I held Yan's round, firm buttocks, my underwear bulging, my erection pressing against the slight mound of her white underwear. This was as I tore at the half-pulled-down part of Yan's underwear. Yan finally let go of me. Yan said, "Dad, let's go tonight. I'm afraid you'll be too tired. I want you to live a few more days." Yan quickly got out of bed, ready to go to work. I said, "Take your passbook and transfer 5,000 yuan to your uncle from your bank. He said he needs the money for the New Year. Dayilong doesn't go public until tomorrow, the 30th. We won three prizes, so transfer the money to him today. We'll calculate the details later after we sell them. Make sure it's a transfer, and keep the receipt as proof." Yan replied, "You're so professional! Dad, I'm going to work!" Yan went downstairs. I saw Yan casually open her car door from the window, drive out of the community gate, and onto Guanhai Road. I watched Yan's car gradually disappear into the distance. A slight mound appeared on my forehead; this was my hand tearing at Yan's underwear, which was half-pulled down. Yan let go of me. Yan said, "Dad, let's go tonight. I'm afraid you'll be too tired. I want you to live a few more days." Yan quickly got out of bed and prepared to go to work. I said: Take your passbook and transfer 5,000 yuan from your bank to your uncle. Your uncle said he needs money for the New Year. Dayilong will be listed on the market tomorrow, the 30th. We won three prizes. You should transfer the money to him today. We can calculate the details after we sell it another day. Make sure to transfer the money and keep the receipt. It will be evidence in the future. Yan: You are so proper. Dad, I'm going to work! Yan went downstairs. I saw Yan open the car door in a very elegant manner from the window. The car drove out of the community gate and into Guanhai Road. I watched Yan's car gradually disappear into the distance.
The secret that my daughter and I can only take to hell (a true story)
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The sea has changed from the raging wind and waves of the previous days. Waves crashed against the soft sand, making a harmonious rhythm. At this time, the lights of thousands of homes were on the west side of Guanhai Road. The sound of ship whistles came from the sea. It seemed so peaceful and romantic. Although this was one of the earliest coastal development cities, it lacks the hustle and bustle of southern coastal cities. Now, in winter, the streets and beach are sparsely populated at 7 pm. My daughter Yan and I are taking a walk along the seaside promenade. Not far away, we see a scene we see almost every day: a boy carrying a girl on his back, seemingly students from a nearby college. They gradually disappear from our sight. Yan: Dad, you used to carry Mom and me on your back during our walks, for so long! Even with both of us carrying you, you couldn't carry us much; you could only manage ten steps or so. I said I was only about 160cm tall back then, and now Dad is almost 185cm. Daughter Yan: But you don't look fat at all; you can't tell at all. It seems your daily exercise hasn't been in vain. Dad, let me carry you and see how far we can go.
I said it would only be five steps at most. Yan really wanted to carry me, but I said forget it, I'm so old, what would people think if they saw me like that? Yan: Then carry me. I said: Okay, Yan: How far? I said 500 meters. I carried Yan forward, and Yan kept wanting to get down, saying she was afraid I'd get tired. I said, I'll show you what Dad is capable of. I carried Yan for a long way before putting her down. At 9 o'clock we returned to our home on Guanhai Road. I was watching the news on TV, and Yan came over to watch TV with me. Yan, with her head down and her face slightly red, sat on my lap a little shyly, and I hugged her small waist from behind. The TV was reporting that there was heavy snow in Hubei and Hunan, and 100,000 soldiers were fighting the snow and clearing the ice. I suddenly thought of Feng, and I asked Yan if Feng was supposed to come home for the Chinese New Year this year. Yan: He said this afternoon that he couldn't come back, the army is fighting the snow, and the forecast for the next few days is that there will be more heavy snow, he'll be back in the first month of the lunar calendar. I said our little princess should be on holiday. Yan said: I'll drive to pick her up on Saturday morning, and I can't be too clingy with you when Qianqian comes back. Yan stood up, turned around, and sat on my lap again, her legs on the sofa. We intertwined, her firm breasts pressed against my chest. Yan's head was tilted back, and we shared a passionate, long kiss. I picked Yan up and carried her to the bedroom, placing her on the large bed. We both frantically undressed, ending up in our underwear. Before we could even take them off, we were locked in a passionate embrace. We lay on the bed, two naked bodies rolling and kissing under the soft light. I pulled off both of our underwear, and climbed onto Yan's slender, fair body. Yan, lost in ecstasy, closed her eyes slightly. She grabbed a pillow from beside her head, and I casually placed it under her round, firm buttocks, making her mound even more prominent. This way, both Yan and I could clearly see how my penis entered my anus. We watched as my penis slid into my anus. Yan watched with longing as my penis went in and out of my anus. t was hitting that little hill heavily, the lower abdomen hitting the lower abdomen made a slapping sound, Yan and I felt like the end of the world was coming, we were both going crazy...
The secret that my daughter and I can only take to hell (a true story)
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After returning from the seaside, as soon as I entered the gate of the community, I saw the soft light of my window on the 5th floor. My precious daughter must be busy making dinner at this time. I had just sat down on the sofa when my daughter Yan quickly brought the food up. Yan and I ate and chatted. Yan: Dad, I bought you a suit today. Try it on after dinner. If it doesn't fit, you can change it tomorrow. I bought it based on 1.8 meters, so it should be about right. I said I'm too old to buy these. Yan: Who said you're old? The latest saying is 50.60 is middle age. After dinner, Yan turned on the corridor light and let me try on the clothes in front of the large decorative mirror embedded in the wall. Yan: Dad, guess what brand I bought? CCTV often advertises it. I said Yageer. Shanshan. Yan said no, not Meerya or Baoxiniao. Later, I mentioned many brands, but Yan still said no. Finally, Yan told me: "The groom is Xinuer, a well-known local brand, Dad. Most importantly, it has two pairs of pants, so you don't have to worry about the shirt getting worn out." I tried on the black striped suit and it fit well. I looked in the mirror and felt good. I joked, "I'm not the groom, and I'm not the bride."
Yan hugged my neck from behind and playfully said, "I am your bride." I said, "You're talking nonsense again."
Yan said, "Dad, do you know? There are popular novels online where the daughter is the father's past life." I asked how much the suit cost, and Yan said not much, a little over 1700. I said, "Dad, what should I get you for Chinese New Year?" Yan said, "Nothing."
I told you I planned to earn money over the New Year to buy you a mid-range car, but I only made enough for half a car. The day before yesterday, I sold all 4,000 shares of Da Yilong at 21.50, making 17 yuan per share, for a total profit of 34,000 yuan. But today, 3,000 shares of Zhongmei only made 5 yuan per share. I won't sell until it's under 30 yuan, so I bought another 8,000 shares at 21.60. Yan said playfully, "Dad, are you writing an empty check?" I said, "You're my only child. If I don't spend money on you, who will I spend it on? Let's get a new car before the New Year." Yan laughed and said, "Dad, I'm just teasing you. My car is at its best, just broken in. I'll change it in a couple of years." Yan said worriedly, "Dad, Qianqian, our princess, is on holiday tomorrow, so I can't be too clingy with you." I said, "We'll still be the same as before in front of Qianqian. Yan, go to sleep early, we need to pick her up tomorrow morning." Yan hugged me shyly and whispered in my ear: "Dad, I don't want to sleep right now. Let's listen to some music and dance." I said okay! In the living room, I put my arms around Yan's small waist and moved gently to the soft music. Yan's two firm little breasts were in front of me, and she put her arms around my neck. Yan leaned on my shoulder. I stared at Yan's pretty and pure baby face, and my penis got hard and pressed against Yan's little grass. We moved to the bedroom with the music...
08.2.20.40 record of what just happened.
My daughter and I can only take the secret to hell (real record series)
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I was a little tired tonight, but my brain was still not sleepy, repeating the family happiness and warmth of the day. The return of my grandson Qianqian brought a rare new look to this spacious house. Qianqian's English level impressed my daughter Yan and me. Although I don't understand foreign languages, I can tell from Yan's expression and affirmation. It seems that it is worth it for us to send Qianqian to a private school. Lying in bed right now, I'm daydreaming about where Qianqian will study abroad—Yale or Cambridge, and so on. The more I think about it, the less sleepy I feel. At 10 o'clock, as usual, I should be online browsing the financial news for the day and tomorrow, and answering some friends' questions; I never read stock market commentary. Today I wanted to make an exception and go to sleep early, but I really couldn't. I had to go to the study to go online. I opened QQ and saw my friends' messages. The little icon at the bottom of the QQ window was flashing; it was my daughter Yan contacting me. Yan is in university and on her leave visiting Hubei, and we've been communicating online. I clicked on her message: Yan: Dad, I saw the study light was on and knew you were online. Go to sleep early. Me: In a bit, you go to sleep. Yan: I can't sleep. Me: Qianqian's asleep
. Yan: Asleep. Yan: I'm not used to sleeping and can't fall asleep. I'll come over later. Me: Are you crazy? You forgot our promise? Yan: I remember, this bottom line won't be broken, I just really want you to hold me while I sleep. Me: There's plenty of time in the future, as long as you're willing. Yan: Of course I'm willing. Yan: Qianqian will be going back to school in a month, and then she'll go to university, and maybe even study abroad. Me: Qianqian must study abroad in the future. Yan: That's all I can hope for in my life. I'm a technical officer, I might not retire until I'm 60, and maybe I'll have to work for a few more years after 60. Me: You regret it? Yan: A little before, but not now. Me: Why? Yan: Knowing it's a consultant. Yan: She called and said she'd be coming back in January. Me: Okay then. We can get together again. Yan: I feel a little unfamiliar with him, I don't know how to face him. Me: After all, he's your husband and Qianqian's father. And he's an excellent soldier. Yan: I'll try my best. Yan: When he comes back, we'll go back to his hometown in Muping to live, anyway, it's not too far from his work. Me: Doesn't he stay at our house every year? Yan: She makes me go back every year. Let's go back this year. Yan: I don't want to stay at our house, it feels a little awkward. Me: Is that so? Yan: You're pretending to be confused again. Yan: Dad, I can't let you go anymore, it's the kind of affection that comes in a different sense. Me: Yan, Dad feels the same way as you. But Dad's principle is not to sacrifice your family. Me: I love you, Yan. Don't think so much, go to sleep early. Yan: Okay. Me: Good night! Yan: Good night!
08.2.2 Evening Recording is happening...
The secret that my daughter and I can only take to hell (Factual Series)
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On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, a thin layer of snow fell. The sun peeked out from the sea, the waves crashing and the earth blanketed in white, truly capturing the spirit of the New Year. As the sun rose higher, the thin layer of snow slowly melted away. I ran and walked along the beach, feeling utterly refreshed in such a place. A soft yellow Chevrolet pulled up beside me, honking its horn. I was startled to see my daughter, Yan, emerge from the car. Yan was wearing a tight-fitting black mink coat and black camel hair trousers, with black boots on her feet. Her 166cm frame appeared even more slender, and she wore a charming red and yellow woven hat. Yan walked briskly towards me. "Dad," she said, "I'll walk with you." I said, "You're not working." Yan said, "It's the 30th, a holiday!" We walked for a while and then headed back. Yan said, "Dad, you're free today, why don't you drive me to the beach?" I asked, "Where to?" Yan replied, "Just drive along the coast." I said, "Okay." Following the direction Yan had driven from, our car headed north along the coast and soon entered the development zone. Yan said, "Dad, our house in the development zone hasn't been rented out." I said, "No, the rent is too low. Let it stay vacant. We bought it for a little over 800, and now we can easily sell it for 4000." Yan said, "Let's go take a look." I said, "It's been a long time since we've looked at houses, let's go take a look." I bought this house in the 1990s, shortly after the development zone was established. Now, the development zone is filled with modern buildings along the coast. Although my house also has a sea view, it still seems a bit outdated, but it also reflects the imprint of the times and the homeowner's foresight. My house faces south; I'm on the fourth floor on the east side of the six-story building, and the east-facing window faces directly towards the sea. Our car drove into the residential area. Like the streets, there was hardly anything to see. Most of the residents were from the surrounding area; they had all gone home for the New Year. Yan and I entered the room, and the sight of the house brought back many memories. Yan opened the curtains on the east side of her room and then turned on the air conditioner. I gazed at the sea, and Yan wrapped her arms around my neck from behind, saying, "Dad, let's sit on the bed and look at the sea." I said okay. Yan and I sat on the bed, and Yan took off her mink coat and nestled in my arms. Yan grabbed my breasts and placed them in front of her, murmuring, "Dad, hug me tight like you did when I was little." I instinctively hugged Yan back. Yan unbuttoned her shirt, revealing two firm, not-too-big, not-too-small breasts encased in a pink bra. Yan murmured, "Dad, take everything off." I involuntarily and slowly undressed Yan, my mind blank, lying stiffly on the bed. Yan: "Dad, let me undress you." She quickly stripped me naked, and my thing was standing there straight. Yan stroked me and said, "Dad, your porcelain is so hard you can't even press it down, it's amazing!" I drew the curtains, and Yan drew them back. Yan: "There are no buildings in front, I can't see anything." At this moment, the warm winter sun shines on us...
The secret that my daughter and I can only take to hell (a true story series)
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A heartfelt confession Whether you believe it or not, whether you curse it or not, whether you understand it or not. In this virtual space, I will continue to write, and I can only talk about it here. I reiterate that 99% of the lines mentioned in this article are just the names and addresses used by the parties involved, otherwise others will take it personally. I used to write about finance, and I may have written too bluntly here, but that is my true feeling. I also had a short-lived daughter before, but girls born in the 80s are too selfish and too tiring. My daughter did not explicitly object at the time, but she did not support me either. My daughter and I later tacitly felt that other girls could not enter our lives. It stemmed from my daughter's feelings for me, her admiration for me, my careful planning for her career, the happy environment I created for her, and my love for her. It was inevitable that Yan and I broke through the father-daughter relationship. Yan has a deep father-daughter bond, and I love her very much. We used to have many opportunities. I don't want to be a hypocrite. Facing Yan, a beautiful girl who doesn't even need to offer a hint, I really wanted her. But I tried my best to control myself and not do it. I didn't want to leave a mark on her. I didn't want my daughter to look down on me. My birth day might have been an opportunity for Yan, but I would never have taken the initiative. I accepted that feeling because Yan had grown up. She was 31 years old in 2008. I think my birth day was not a momentary impulse for Yan. Since that day when Yan and I broke through the father-daughter relationship, we have been more exciting than other girls. The sound of calling "Dad, Dad" made me feel both pity and excitement. That feeling of being even closer was unforgettable.
Yan is God's daughter and angel. I want to be close to her for 20 years! I'll write about 20 years here.
Written on 2.13-10.36 of 2008.
The secret that my daughter and I can only take to hell (a true story)
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Section 2.14. With the rise in temperature, this Western holiday has also gained warmth and atmosphere. This morning, while strolling along the beach, I saw several young couples carrying roses, adding to the romantic atmosphere on the shore. Before I knew it, it was time to head back. Suddenly, a yellow Chevrolet drove up the seaside road and headed towards me. I knew it was Yan looking for me. I got in the car without asking Yan where we were going, and Yan didn't say anything either, just kept driving north. Actually, we both knew where we were going. Finally, Yan broke the silence, "Dad, do you know what holiday it is today?" I said, "Even if your dad is out of touch, he can't possibly not know about February 14th." Yan said, "I was just teasing you." Yan stopped at a flower shop by the roadside and playfully said, "Dad, buy me a rose." I joked, "It's a holiday, I didn't send any flowers today."
Yan pretended to be very serious and said, "Daughters are their fathers' past lives, that's what everyone says online. A daughter can't do without her father buying her roses." It seemed my daughter had no choice but to get out of the car to buy roses. Yan wanted to get out with me, but I persuaded her to stay inside; it was better to keep things private. I grabbed the roses and hurriedly left the florist's, jumping into the car.
Yan smiled contentedly, placing the roses under the windshield; they looked beautiful in the sunlight. Soon we arrived at our home in the development zone. We closed the door and hugged each other instinctively. Yan said, "We're finally free!" I picked Yan up and placed her on her old bed. Yan drew back the curtains, and warm sunlight streamed into her bed. Yan said lazily, "Dad, I touched the radiator under the window; it's not very hot. Turn on the air conditioner. I have my laptop in my bag; you can use it later." Yan was so thoughtful. I turned on the air conditioner and then the water heater, then put the laptop on the bed, opened Neptune, and Yan and I lay on the bed watching the stock price of China Coal. Yesterday I bought several thousand shares at 21.56; today, after a brief dip at the open, it went straight up a little over a dollar, almost making a profit. I quickly sold them. This stock market and individual stocks—2008 was like a monkey market; it came down again in a minute. I turned off the computer. Yan asked, puzzled, "Aren't you going to watch anymore?"
I said, "Dad basically sold off all our family and relatives' stocks two months ago. Now he's just doing IPOs and short-term trading in stocks like China Coal." Yan said lazily, "Dad, I'm a little sleepy. I haven't been sleeping well these past ten days since Qianqian came back. I'm used to you holding me while I sleep. Dad, can you hold me while I take a hot shower?" As Yan spoke, she lay down and took off her bra. I helped her unhook the back of her bra, and it slipped down, revealing her firm, not-too-big, not-too-small breasts, so delicate and perfect. I helped Yan take off her panties. I carried Yan to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Yan called me from inside, "Dad, I'm done showering!" I went in and picked Yan up. Yan closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and murmured, "Dad, you should shower too." I put Yan on the bed and showered for three minutes. I got into bed wearing a long bath towel. Yan suddenly stood up and pulled the towel off. We stood there, both of us white-clad, embracing. I cupped Yan's face in my hands and kissed her passionately, mouth to mouth. Yan stopped moving, closing her eyes and letting me kiss her. She sank down and whispered, "Dad, I'm tired." I sat on the bed and placed Yan on my lap, embracing her face to face and kissing her. Yan leaned back, my right hand supporting her waist, my left hand around her breast, and I kissed her hard, repeatedly kissing both breasts. Yan's juices flowed onto my thighs. I released my right hand, and Yan lay down between my legs, her most private parts exposed to the sunlight. I parted her legs and looked there, a little bit of juice flowing out. I grabbed Yan's old teddy bear and placed it under her bottom, raising her private parts higher, closer to my eyes and mouth. I parted her legs and kissed her there with my tongue. Yan kept writhing, moaning softly. I stopped kissing; there was too much moisture there. I carried Yan to the edge of the bed, standing below, holding Yan's two shapely thighs in each hand. Yan's long calves were wrapped around my waist. I spread Yan's legs as wide as possible, and my penis entered that small patch of dark grass. I thrust in and out, my arms opening and closing, pounding against her. The sounds of her thighs hitting each other were harmonious and rhythmic. Yan kept calling out, "Dad, it feels so good! Is that me, Dad?" I heard a mixture of pity and excitement, and I thrust in and out even harder. After about 30 minutes, Yan and I made our final thrusts. Yan and I lay on the bed for a while, then went to the bathroom to shower. It was 11:30. Yan said, "Dad, let's eat something simple. I have some pastries and sausages in my bag." I asked, "What about Qianqian?" Yan said, "I prepared them for her when I left this morning." Yan and I ate a little something. Then I carried Yan to bed. Yan said, "Dad, I'm sleepy, can you hold me and let me sleep for a while? I have to go to work at the bank at 2:30." Yan then set the time on her phone. I held Yan and fell into a deep sleep.
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