Daddy's awesome!

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My mischievous younger sister even found some theoretical support online, saying that there are people both domestically and internationally who use urine as a form of health maintenance. My second sister scoffed, calling it nonsense and promising to do something about it later.
We, however, continued drinking, ignoring her. My
eldest sister, who had taken a month-long vacation, lazily went to the company again today.
She now manages a large international business group, having selected several outstanding individuals from her former classmates. The group has branches all over the world, in the US, Canada, Japan, South Korea, Germany, Italy, and other countries. Their daily cash flow is equivalent to the annual GDP of a small country.
She came back for a nap before noon. I felt sorry for her underlings, so exploited by their boss yet still grateful.
To be honest, I'm not much better off. My uncle has settled in Australia, where he's been very successful. He's the one who helped the governor of his state get elected, and he also has good connections with various circles and gangs in the underworld.
We said goodbye, and I ended my online connection with my uncle. I stared at the frozen image on the screen; his slightly graying hair spoke of his aging. Beside him, my aunt, with her long, flowing hair, looked much the same age as my younger sister, still as beautiful as ever. It was a pity that the medication couldn't be given to my uncle, I sighed inwardly.
Through so many years of living with my uncle, I knew he deeply abhorred incest. Even though I was his favorite nephew, I dared not openly reveal my special relationships with my sisters in front of him, let alone my mother, the sister he respected most. I think my uncle could somewhat guess the chaotic state of our family, but we all kept it to ourselves, preferring not to bring it up. This way of getting along with my uncle was good enough for now.
He had just bought a large plot of land in Australia and started a big farm; he would be moving there soon. My aunt was also pregnant, and my uncle said she should be able to give him a daughter this time.
Speaking of my uncle's son, I can't help but mention my little cousin who drove all the neighborhood girls crazy when he was young. After my uncle took him abroad, he changed a lot. First, he got into MIT, and then he participated in a NASA program.
After graduating from MIT, my little cousin started arguing with my uncle. Just when my uncle was about to give in, my little cousin went crazy and secretly ran away to Africa to volunteer. By the time my uncle got there, it was too late—my little cousin had died from injuries sustained in a local brawl.
Those days were probably the lowest point in my uncle's life, because he didn't contact me for several years afterward, and I couldn't reach him either, until I finally got in touch with him a couple of years ago. By then, my aunt's eldest son had already been born.
Without my uncle, I wouldn't be able to be a successful nouveau riche like him. I should try to help him out in the future.
I don't know what kind of conflict my uncle had with my beautiful black aunt across the street. Neither side seemed willing to reconcile. They should have been a very happy family.
But it's their family matter, and I didn't dare to interfere. Let nature take its course.
My older sister wasn't bothered by me much last night, so why is she so tired today? She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, like a little pig. She might have caught a chill; she even blew a little snot bubble when she breathed. I gently lay down next to her, hugged my dear woman, and closed my eyes to rest.
I never imagined that my older sister and I could reach that point of openness, and I think she felt the same way.
Until I started elementary school, I actually held my older sister in awe. She matured earlier than us, both emotionally and physically.
She understood what we understood, and she understood what we didn't. In my little eyes, no problem was too difficult for her.
My mother was the same way, but because of our relationship, our roles changed, and I lost the respect I used to have for her.
So, inexplicably, without realizing it, in my eyes, my older sister became more frightening than my mother. Every time I was in her presence, I would unconsciously feel inferior.
Although I could fall asleep with my older sister in my arms, touching her full breasts, I was still afraid. So much so that later, when we slept together, I dared not hold her breasts anymore, feeling that those two increasingly large things were like two pale-faced monsters, ready to devour me if I wasn't careful. To have such brilliant ideas at such a young age, perhaps I should be proud.
My older sister found it strange; without my brother's disturbance, she should have slept well, but she couldn't sleep, and in the end, she could only fall asleep peacefully by holding my hand and pressing it against her hard, bulging breasts.
Later, I went to school, my mind opened up, and I progressed smoothly through junior high, high school, and finally university in Beijing, participating in countless competitions along the way. In my eyes, the mysterious halo surrounding my older sister had lost its original luster.
My older sister watched helplessly as I, her younger brother, won so many honors she could never have through what she considered "unlearned" methods. She easily snatched away the flowers and applause she longed for, the kind that kept her up at night. Her conflicted jealousy made her dislike me intensely, wishing she could never see me again. Yet, as my own brother, the bond between us made her reluctant to lose that precious intimacy, even a secret affection she couldn't share with anyone. All of this left her conflicted.
She chose to bury her head in the sand, so our relationship remained at two extremes: either she would bury her head in the sand and ignore me, or she would rise from the sand, taking small, hesitant steps, scrutinizing the magical halo above my head with a gaze that was three parts unfamiliar and seven parts fervent, trying to draw closer to it, to let herself be enveloped in its glow.
The year I graduated from high school in the city, at my eldest sister's strong suggestion—or rather, her interference—and because I also wanted to explore the world, I applied to a very prestigious university in Beijing. I had already received my bachelor's degree, so I was aiming for graduate school there.
Knowing I was leaving home for university in Beijing, my mother was very reluctant to let me go. A mother's heart is always with her son, no matter how far he travels, especially since my relationship with her had become complicated. During
the holiday before I left for Beijing, my mother and I had a good time at home. The day before I left, my mother and younger sister went to the station to see me off. Just before I boarded the train, I dragged my mother into a toilet at the station and had sex with her.
In the four-person compartment on the train, only my second sister and I were there. Through the window, I saw my mother, beaming with desire, waving and shouting something at my second sister and me on the platform.
At that moment, my penis was still erect. My second sister next to me asked me to ejaculate my hot semen into the unknown journey as the train wheels completed their first revolution.
My university years weren't as fun as I'd imagined. Watching my classmates enthusiastically participate in student unions and various clubs,
I felt listless and immature. Those were things I'd only done in the countryside. Seeing those so-called experts from the sports and martial arts clubs only fueled my lack of motivation. Their physiques were probably no match for farmers back home; they were simply in a different world from someone like me who'd practiced martial arts since childhood.
Academically, in four words, it was unremarkable. If a perfect score hovered around the 100 mark, and if my older sister happened to be menstruating during an exam, my score would definitely be 99, as revenge against the heavens for designing menstruation for women.
I spent two semesters in the university library, reading through books, both interesting and uninteresting, at an inhuman pace. I even worked as a librarian for a while to earn extra money. But I quickly lost interest. My experiences in other universities' libraries were largely the same.
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 older sister was so exhausted from my ordeal 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 older 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 shrewish, driving me to madness, and other times gentle and tender, drawing me into their lake of affection from which I cannot escape.
I only know: I love them, and they love me, even though this love—cannot be recognized by the world.
[The End]

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