Family confession

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After class, I got home and unlocked the door. I heard the TV on in the living room; my sister and dad must be back.

I opened the aluminum door, and sure enough, my sister was nestled in my dad's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, sitting on his lap. They were both engrossed in watching TV.

My sister hadn't even taken off her school uniform, but several buttons on her blouse were undone, vaguely revealing her white breasts. Her school skirt was lifted up quite a bit, and her pair of fair, delicate legs were unabashedly propped up on the sofa.

I noticed that my dad's hand was trapped between my sister's legs, and he couldn't quite pull it away. I pursed my lips, pretending not to see what was happening.

"Xiao Li, you're back?" my dad asked, a little embarrassed.

They were still a bit more reserved in front of me, after all. My sister stood up, tugged at her skirt, stuck her tongue out at me, then picked up her panties and bra from the coffee table and dashed into the bathroom.

—This is the kind of alluring scene I often stumble upon at home.

My name is Tang Zhaoli, and since I was little, everyone has liked to call me by the nickname "Sugar-Roasted Chestnut." Teachers and elders all say I'm sweet and cute, just like a sugar-roasted chestnut.

However, Dad said he didn't intentionally give me that name. "What if a girl looked like a sugar-roasted chestnut? That would be terrible!" Dad laughed heartily after saying that.

My older sister is Tang Zhaomei, two years older than me. My well-behaved and gentle sister has always been pampered by adults. Dad once said that my sister is as gentle and considerate as water.

Dad is a high school physical education teacher, and Mom is an overseas Chinese student from Malaysia. They met in college on the school volleyball team. My tall and handsome dad was a national volleyball player and was admitted to the physical education department without taking the entrance exam; although Mom came to Taiwan in high school, she still had the beauty of a Southeast Asian girl. Needless to say, she was very fit to make it onto the school team.

Dad said that when they were dating in school, they were the talk of the town and became the envy of all their classmates.

When my older sister was born, my mother had only graduated for less than a year.

Perhaps it was due to different upbringing, but my parents divorced when I was in third grade.

Sometimes we would question Dad about why he divorced Mom, and he would just look at my sister and me with a bitter smile, without answering. My

sister's temperament was similar to Dad's; she was always a bit sullen when she came home, and it was hard to understand what she was thinking.

My personality, on the other hand, was more outgoing and lively. Dad said I was a lot like Mom, both having that vibrant, Southeast Asian beauty vibe.

Dad also had a bit of a headache with me because, starting from the beginning of junior high school, my school skirts would be altered to be shorter and shorter every now and then, and Dad couldn't do anything about it.

I knew that many boys at school secretly called me "Little Show-off," but I just loved seeing their smug expressions. Even some of the pretentious male teachers would crane their necks as I went up the stairs, trying to peek at my long, fair legs through the gaps in the stairs.

This summer vacation, when I tried on that newly altered skirt at home—so short that my panties would show if I squatted down—Dad finally sternly scolded me:

"Xiaoli, you're only in your second year of junior high! Don't dress like a delinquent girl who attracts attention!"

I pouted. I'm not ugly, why should I cover myself up like a dumpling? Besides, I'm quite proud of my beautiful legs.

"Can't I show off my good figure?!"

Dad seemed a little amused by my words: "You can show it off, but you're only thirteen or fourteen. What good figure do you have?" "If

you have long, pretty legs, you have to show them off? You'll have plenty to show off in the future. The neighborhood isn't safe these days, I don't want to worry about you every day!"

"But Dad picks us up from school every day!" I retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, but if you wear this kind of skirt to school, I'm afraid your discipline master will come looking for me soon!" Dad found another reason to shut me up.

Reluctantly, I put the skirt away. It didn't matter anyway; I'd wear it again after school on Saturday and go out with my best friend, just to see what Dad could do.

That's how rebellious I was in my youth, always wanting to go against the grain.

But what happened between my dad and sister later completely changed my life—or rather, my worldview.

Hong Kong dramas were all the rage back then, and Dad bought a VCR. I was ecstatic! Every day after school, I'd rush to rent Chow Yun-fat's "Shanghai Bund." Even better, Dad never interfered with my watching too many videos, which was great, unlike some of my classmates' parents who constantly restricted their Hong Kong drama viewing time.

Less than a week later, Dad bought a V8 camcorder. I wasn't interested in it; my sister, on the other hand, was constantly studying it with Dad, as if they were preparing to become photojournalists.

Then Dad said he'd help my sister and me shoot a photo album. I was thrilled and begged Dad to take me shopping for clothes. I picked out a bright yellow sleeveless pullover sweater, paired with a tartan kilt, showing off my long, fair legs without any scars, and then put on two-inch high-heeled white ankle boots. Even the sales assistant praised me, saying I was a tall and charming beauty.

My sister, on the other hand, simply chose a white jumpsuit, which accentuated her pure and lovely temperament.

We went to Yangmingshan and posed in various ways for Dad to take pictures amidst the sea of colorful flowers.

But after only ten minutes, Dad changed to a new tape.

I pouted and asked Dad, "Why did you change the tape?" Dad just smiled without answering, and my sister smiled without objecting. We had no choice but to let Dad change to a new tape and continue shooting, but it didn't matter, because I still finished shooting with that tape; I thought, I must become a movie star someday!

In those few days, I felt that Dad and my sister seemed a little strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

But things always have to be discovered eventually.

After that, the three of us took showers together. However, after fifth grade, I didn't really want to shower with Dad anymore. After all, my breasts were starting to develop, and having to be naked in front of my own father was bound to be a little embarrassing. But my sister seemed to enjoy it. Even though she was already a beautiful young woman with a great figure, she still insisted on dragging me to shower with Dad.

For the next few years, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue showering with my sister and Dad, though I would always leave the bathroom first.

Every shower was filled with their playful banter; Dad's hearty laughter and my sister's cheerful singing—the three of us showered together every day until I stumbled upon that incident.

That day, a week after we returned from flower viewing at Yangmingshan, I went out first after showering. Reaching the living room, I remembered my hairband was still in the bathroom. I went back and opened the door, about to speak.

But as I opened the door, the words "I forgot..." caught in my throat and I couldn't utter them.

I was so shocked! What came into view was my father standing in the middle of the bathroom, his genitals swishing gently across my sister's fair face like a slippery snake. My sister, squatting on the floor, had her eyes closed, tilting her head back and smiling as she kissed the "snake head" that occasionally slipped to her lips.

My appearance instantly froze the air in the bathroom… My father froze, his pause causing the "snake head" to stop right on my sister's nose, and she immediately bit down on his penis.

Just as my sister was about to open her eyes to look at my father, she saw me and turned her head to look at me in disbelief. Her expression was a mixture of anger and embarrassment; in short, I really shouldn't have been there.

My father awkwardly and slowly withdrew his penis from my sister's mouth, a long, thin, transparent, sticky strand trailing behind the "snake head."

The three of us stood there in silent confrontation.

I turned and left the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. How could this happen?

My mind went blank; the only thought I could muster was to disappear from this world immediately, never wanting to see Dad and my sister again!

I couldn't accept this reality. How could this be? My most trusted father and my innocent sister—the two of them had actually performed such a vile and disgusting scene right before my eyes.

Dad must have forced my sister to do it; otherwise, she was so obedient, she would never have done that kind of thing with Dad!

"You wicked father, I hate you!" I cursed inwardly.

Sitting at my desk, my mind was in turmoil. What should I do? Call the police immediately? Or leave with my sister? But where could we go? And who could help us? I really didn't know what to do… After a while, I heard noises outside the bathroom. Dad and my sister had come out. I heard them talk quietly for a while, and then Dad slammed his bedroom door shut. My sister came in, and the moment I saw her, I couldn't help but sob:

"Waaah... Sister, how could Dad do this to you! What are we going to do?"

She gently hugged me, letting me cry in her arms like a mother.

I blew my nose: "Sister... I'm so sad, I'm so scared... We... are so pitiful..."

My sister gently patted my back, seemingly hesitant to speak, but there wasn't a trace of fear on her face.

"Xiao Li, there's something Dad and I might have been hiding from you for a long time."

"I... when I was with Dad, he didn't do anything to betray me, um... he didn't... offend me either."

"I mean... I don't think he violated me..." My sister explained with difficulty, and I looked up at her suspiciously.

"Xiao Li... what you just saw... was voluntary... and I liked it too..."

Her voice trailed off, her face growing increasingly embarrassed.

I pushed my sister away, staring at her intently. What was going on? I had initially thought it was a demon baring its fangs, but now it seemed like an angel and a devil were dancing together?

"You mean, all of this was... your own... willingness?" I managed to squeeze out those words with even more effort than my sister.

She nodded, wanting to speak again, but I angrily stopped her.

"Sister, I hate you! I despise you! You two are shameless... I don't want to see you and Dad again! Get away, you two!"

I cried out, and my sister, frightened, retreated from the room, leaving me alone, sobbing.

I couldn't believe what my sister had just said. I couldn't accept it; what I had just witnessed was done with my sister's consent!

I cried and cried, not knowing how long it lasted, until I finally drifted off to sleep, sobbing on my bed.

When I woke up the next morning, Dad had already driven to work, leaving my sister waiting to accompany me to the bus station. This was one of the few times in years that I had to take the bus to school by myself.

But the thought of my beautiful daughter, whom Dad had so carefully protected and cared for, fearing she might be harmed by a thug, only to end up falling into the jaws of his own "wolf," made me feel a strange sense of satisfaction about taking the bus to school.

Walking to the bus stop, I couldn't help but ask, "Sis, don't you know what you're doing with Dad is wrong?"

"I know you can't accept this," my sister smiled.

"But I really love Dad, I really do!" I saw the unwavering determination in her eyes. "Besides, this is what I wanted to do myself. Sis, you won't tell anyone, will you?"

"I don't know! I don't know!!" I said fiercely.

My sister turned around, tears welling in her eyes. "Sis, please, I don't want to see Dad get hurt!"

I turned and walked towards where I was going to catch the bus… Who got hurt? In this family, I was probably the one who suffered the most!

Forget it, I'll ignore them. What does it have to do with me? I shook my head, trying to forget everything I'd seen yesterday.

For the next few weeks, I completely isolated myself from my family. Dad and my sister probably didn't want to bother me, always avoiding spending time with me. Especially Dad; as soon as I got home, he would smugly go back to his bedroom to watch TV, while my sister would look helpless and try to talk to me, or leave her allowance on my desk.

I always gave them a cold look.

One night, lying in bed with my sister, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked her impatiently, "How long has this been going on?"

"About three years."

"Three years? I've been kept in the dark for three years?!" I became agitated.

"Xiaoli, what else can I do? I'll tell you right now, I've fallen in love with Dad, can you accept that?"

"Did Dad force you?"

I was unwilling to give up and wanted to shift the blame onto Dad. I really couldn't imagine that my usually obedient sister would do something like this with Dad.

"Do you think I was forced?" My sister turned over and looked at me.

It turns out that over two years ago, one night my sister had a nightmare and ran trembling into my dad's room seeking refuge. She was only in her first year of junior high then, and her father's broad, warm chest gave her immense security. For the next week, she would sneak into my dad's bed after I fell asleep, playfully snuggling against his strong arms.

"One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and Dad was... was kissing my chest..."

My sister blushed. "But strangely, I wasn't scared at all; instead, I was very happy. That's when I realized I had fallen in love with Dad."

"I hugged Dad, and he was startled, stammering and repeatedly apologizing, like a little kid."

"I kissed Dad, and he looked at me in disbelief." A mischievous glint shone in my sister's eyes.

"Then... Dad wanted to take off all my underwear and said I was so beautiful...!" A shy smile appeared on my sister's face.

"So you two had sex?!" I was still angry.

“Xiaoli, you don’t understand. Dad is even more tormented than we are. He actually fell in love with his own daughter. He feels so guilty about this abnormal relationship. Especially since Dad is a teacher, what do you think he should do?”

“That night, he only wanted to steal a kiss from me, but I just happened to wake up…”

“However, that night, he didn’t do anything.”

“He just… just kissed my whole body.” A blush rose to my sister’s cheeks.

“From the next day on, Dad started avoiding me. I know his heart, so I’m even more heartbroken than him.”

“Don’t blame Dad. Back then, he often hid in his room at night and cried because he really loved me, but he couldn’t love me.”

My sister’s eyes reddened, and tears dripped down her cheeks onto the bed. She looked at me sadly.

“And you, you silly girl, kept asking Mom to come back.”

“Dad had to comfort you while suppressing his own emotions, and I could only helplessly watch him suffer alone!” My sister said softly.

I didn’t know what to say. This kind of thing seemed like something out of a novel.

“Dad endured this pain alone for more than a year.”

“Dad originally thought time would heal all wounds, and that I would gradually transfer my feelings to boys my own age; but unexpectedly, Dad and I grew to love each other more and more.”

“So later, Dad and I could only maintain a relationship as a close father-daughter couple, but we couldn’t do anything.”

“For over a year, I could only occasionally sneak into his room late at night, snuggle in his arms, and let him kiss me gently.”

“Until recently, when I told Dad that there was really no room for any other boy in my heart, he finally accepted me.”

“But what you’re doing is really… wrong…” I said hesitantly.

“Xiao Li, I’ve thought about it. I’m willing to stay by Dad’s side for life, to be his good daughter, and… good… wife! I really love him so much!” My sister said firmly.

“Then what do you and Dad plan to do?” I could only ask.

“I can’t live without Dad, and Dad can’t abandon me; we’re really happy and joyful together.”

“It’s just that I didn’t want you to know, Dad was worried you would misunderstand him. I hope you can keep this secret.” My sister said softly.

For a moment, I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"If Dad did this to you, I'm afraid he'll do the same to me," I said, feeling wronged, thinking of my often revealing outfits.

"Don't worry about that, Dad only has fatherly love for you!" my sister laughed.

I felt like I was being presumptuous, trying too hard to be virtuous.

"Okay, okay, I have no problem with it. I just hope you and Dad are doing well."

After hearing my explanation, I didn't know what else to be angry about. My attitude softened, and my sister knew I had forgiven them.

"Xiao Li, thank you."

I turned over and buried myself in the blankets, pretending not to hear my sister's grateful voice; a sudden sadness welled up inside me, and I didn't know why. Tears tasted so bitter and cloying... In the days that followed, Dad continued to care for my sister and me as before, and I continued to pretend I hadn't noticed anything. However, some things changed slightly; for example, I no longer showered with them; for example, if I accidentally stumbled upon them kissing in some corner of the house, I had to pretend I didn't see it; for example, my sister's underwear became increasingly flashy and sexy; for example, if I caught Dad's hand under my sister's skirt while watching TV, I had to pretend I didn't see it… Moreover, my sister would often go directly into Dad's bedroom before going to bed at night. Through the wall, I could almost imagine hearing my sister and Dad's sweet and tender whispers.

Things seemed like they should have ended there, but as they say, "coincidences are inevitable," and unintentionally, I discovered another secret about my sister and Dad.

That weekend night, Dad and my sister were going to see a midnight movie, and of course, I wisely didn't want to be a third wheel. So I stayed home alone, chatting on the phone with classmates and watching TV.

Around 11 pm, I was really bored, but I'd forgotten to rent a new videotape. Suddenly, I remembered the beautiful photo videotape I'd taken a year ago on Yangmingshan. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to admire my own beauty as a model!

I rummaged through drawers and cupboards for a while, but strangely, I couldn't find it.

Finally, I opened Dad's wardrobe and found a videotape under a pile of his underwear. I checked the tape cover, but there was nothing written on it. Could it be a pornographic videotape that Dad bought?

Driven by curiosity, and since Dad and my sister weren't home, it wouldn't hurt to watch the pornographic videotape Dad bought, I took the tape to the living room and put it in the VCR. I pressed play, and after a while, the screen showed my sister and me on Yangmingshan.

I was a little disappointed; I had thought it was a pornographic videotape. I put down the remote and went into the kitchen to get some ice cream.

Back in the living room, the TV screen showed my sister standing outside. She was wearing a white dress and standing on the balcony, her short hair tied into two small braids at the back of her head, looking pretty and cute. Bathed in sunlight, my sister smiled innocently and twirled a few times, her long white dress swirling around the balcony corridor. It was clear she was in a very good mood.

Then she changed into a white Minnie Mouse tank top and shorts and sat on our bedroom bed.

Frankly, my sister's skin and figure are better than mine, but she's always been very reserved and never shows much skin. Now, on screen, she was boldly revealing herself, much more open.

She lay on the bed, sprawled out in a "X" shape, and Dad's camera lens began to pan over her body.

I started to feel strange because Dad's lens kept scanning her chest, thighs, and private parts. Even though she was still dressed, it felt very odd.

The camera shifted again, and my sister was sitting on the living room sofa in her school uniform and skirt. Dad began interviewing her on camera.

"Why does Xiaomei like Daddy?"

"Because Daddy is mature, steady, tall, handsome, and gentle and considerate to me!"

"Most importantly, Daddy is the person who loves me most in the world!" My sister practically used up all the flattery she could think of.

"Today is Daddy's birthday, what gift do you want to give your beloved daddy?"

My sister tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"I want to give myself to Daddy as a birthday present!" My sister said with a grin.

"How do you give yourself? Your feet or your hands? I don't want that, it's too scary." Daddy replied jokingly.

"What I want to give Daddy is your precious daughter's most precious thing!"

"What is that?" Daddy pressed on.

"Oh, how annoying... it's my first time giving myself!" My sister pouted and said coquettishly, her whole face turning red.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Will you be scared if you have sex with Daddy for the first time?" I actually heard Daddy ask that.

"No~~ I'm not scared!" My sister shook her head playfully, her bright eyes looking straight at the camera.

"But, I'm a little nervous." My sister kept smiling.

"Xiao Mei has a great figure, why don't you take off your top and let Dad admire it?"

"No~~!" the older sister said in a coquettish voice, crossing her arms to cover her chest.

"Getting shy now?" Dad teased.

"No way!" the older sister protested, kicking off her shoes and squatting on the sofa, hugging her legs, resting her chin on her knees and smiling at Dad.

"Oh~~~ You've been caught!"

The camera adjusted its angle, revealing a glimpse of white skin between the girl's legs under her skirt.

"Shame on you, your panties are showing." Dad teased.

"Dad's the one who's embarrassed, making me take off my clothes and peeking at his own daughter's panties!" the older sister retorted defiantly.

"But Xiao Mei looks so cute like this!" Dad praised.

"Okay, for Dad's birthday, let Dad see as much as he wants!" the older sister's reply was practically a direct flirtation.

She half-squatted on the sofa, brazenly spreading her legs wide and exaggeratedly lifting her skirt even further. The close-up camera greedily scanned and captured everything beneath the girl's raised short skirt, revealing every inch of her exposed skin. Her fair, smooth thighs and the tiny thong between them were captured inch by inch by her father's lens.

She was wearing almost transparent white panties, the most intimate labia of her slightly protruding mound clearly visible through the thin fabric, appearing almost damp.

I couldn't believe how bold and open they were.

"Xiao Mei, you're so sexy!" Dad exclaimed.

The camera panned forward, almost touching my sister's panties.

I saw Dad's fingers poking and pressing on my sister's budding mound, then he started to restlessly tug at the edge of her panties.

"Ugh, Dad's the most lecherous!" My sister blushed and ran into the bedroom.

The camera followed her into the bedroom.

My sister giggled as she took off her skirt, revealing her cute little round bottom. Her sexy panties were actually those thin mesh panties held together by only a thin strap.

The camera moved slightly; Dad must have been fixing the camera. I saw Dad walk up to the camera and kiss my sister's forehead, then slowly remove her school uniform, unhook her bra, and cup her breasts, caressing them.

My sister watched Dad teasing her body, seemingly enjoying everything he did to her.

Then she suddenly hugged Dad tightly. Half-naked, my sister kept wriggling and rubbing against Dad, like a gentle kitten seeking its owner's affection.

"Dad, I want..." my sister said sweetly and coquettishly, pressing her whole body against her father.

Dad didn't say anything, but with a tug of his finger, her panties were instantly removed.

Her youthful but already curvaceous body was fully revealed on the screen. Her breasts were slightly rounded, smooth and soft; her waist was slender and graceful; her legs were long and well-proportioned; her smooth, tender skin shone with a lustful glow.

I saw Dad's eyes practically spitting fire, and my sister even wore a seductive, lewd expression—she must have learned it from pornographic channels.

"Dad, let me help you take off your clothes," my sister said in a subservient tone. The tall father took off his shirt first, and my sister obediently unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down.

Unexpectedly, Dad was wearing a pair of bright red, tight-fitting panties, with a high, protruding crotch. My sister knelt down and playfully buried her head between Dad's legs, gently licking the bulge through the fabric. Dad laughed.

"Take them off!" Dad commanded my sister.

My sister giggled, her cheeks as radiant as pink roses.

"Perverted Daddy!" she said coquettishly, but her hands didn't hesitate to pull down Dad's underwear.

A large, hard penis sprang out.

My sister knelt down and began to stroke Dad's penis with her hand. Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with adoration.

Dad adjusted his position, and my sister savored the penis in her mouth, seemingly finding it incredibly delicious.

Only then did I understand why I had witnessed a similar scene in the bathroom that day.

My sister sucked for quite a while before finally releasing her mouth, timidly leaning against Dad's leg, softly saying, "My mouth is so sore..."

Then it was Dad's turn to tease my sister. He bit her pink nipple, licking and sucking it incessantly with his tongue. My sister seemed to be losing control, letting out soft moans. My sister collapsed onto the bed, and Dad continued to kiss and lick his daughter's powerless body.

His tongue slid from her flat stomach to her wet pubic area. Actually, the grassland on my sister's body was still only sparse and light, with smooth mounds and crevices barely visible. Dad parted my sister's legs and kissed her vulva. My sister looked very intoxicated, her body trembling occasionally.

"Dad...it's so itchy...mmm..."

Dad held my sister and lay down on the bed, their naked bodies writhing on the bed.

"Xiao Mei, you're so beautiful, Dad loves you so much!" Dad suddenly began kissing my sister passionately and thirstily.

"...Dad, Xiao...Mei...mmm...also...loves...you...so...so...!" My sister responded breathlessly, lost in passion.

Dad gently cared for my sister, then gently pushed the girl's feet apart. My sister suddenly sat up and kissed Dad deeply. The expression on her innocent face could only be described as tender and loving… Dad pulled my sister down to lie face down, and I blushed as I watched, because Dad, holding his erect penis, slowly entered her body under my sister's guidance… My sister closed her eyes tightly and frowned, as if a wave of pain was washing over her.

“Does it hurt? Do you want to rest for a bit?” Dad asked the submissive girl beneath him affectionately, his thrusting motions continuing.

“Dad, you're so fake, asking if it hurts but still pushing it in… Ouch! It… hurts…!” My sister laughed and punched Dad, but then tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

“Just bear with it, just bear with it…” Dad murmured, his thrusting becoming more and more vigorous.

“Dad, your… that… is… so… big, I… really… can’t… take it.” My sister began to moan.

“It hurts… um… gently… a little… um… oh… ouch… um…”

“Dad, you… are so bad…, Xiao Mei… has… given you everything… oh…!”

“Xiao Mei, my darling… Dad will… give you… happiness…”

Dad’s movements became increasingly rough, as if… he wanted to completely devour the girl’s soft and delicate body.

The older sister obediently cooperated with Dad’s twisting and heaving movements, her mouth uttering the first struggling gasps of a young girl and the soft, seductive moans of a girl’s heart pounding with desire; Dad, on the other hand, wildly indulged his lust, relentlessly pressing and thrusting into the older sister, forcefully injecting his hot, passionate pillar of life into the older sister’s shy and hesitant body… “…Dad… really… it hurts!… oh… gently… a little… a little…”

the older sister cried out softly, her small body with her legs spread open seemed completely unable to withstand the invasion and domination of her tall and strong father.

Dad’s movements became faster and faster, completely ignoring the older sister’s cries for mercy.

“Xiao Mei…, you’re so…beautiful…so…tender…so…so good…!”

“I…I…am going to…cum inside…” Dad, panting, pushed hard into my sister’s body.

My sister’s soft body twisted weakly, and with nowhere to retreat, she could only let Dad do as he pleased… After her final struggle and gasps, my sister, her face flushed, nestled into Dad’s broad chest. Dad kissed my sister and whispered a few words in her ear. My sister nodded shyly, wrapped her arms around Dad’s neck, and Dad gently picked her up. The naked couple left the camera, leaving only the messy bed in front of me.

I turned off the VCR and stared blankly at the empty blue screen.

As a young person, although I had some fantasies and expectations about things between men and women, suddenly seeing Dad and my sister’s direct, explicit flirting and lovemaking really left me speechless. I took a deep breath, wondering if I should continue watching this videotape.

Suddenly, I felt so perverted!

I glanced at my watch. I figured I could just fast-forward and watch the "exciting" parts later. I pressed play. My sister, with her back to the camera, sat on my father, wriggling her little bottom. In the video, I saw my father's long, thick penis rhythmically thrusting into my sister's body.

Her cries revealed her boundless pleasure; her performance grew more passionate with each thrust, and her intimacy with my father became increasingly fiery. My sister, usually so conservative, was surprisingly alluring in front of my father.

In one scene, I saw her make my father ejaculate three times in her mouth. Finally, my father collapsed on the bed, and my sister, like a prankster, triumphantly waved her limp penis in front of the camera.

In another scene, my father lay on the living room carpet, and my sister, wearing her school uniform, lifted her skirt and straddled him, letting his enormous penis plunge straight into her vagina. Supported by my father's strong arm muscles, he held the girl in mid-air, making her look like Zhao Feiyan of ancient times performing a palm dance.

The older sister kept moaning, seemingly unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure.

She rose and fell, saying, "Dad...you're...so...deep...so...comfortable..."

"It's so itchy...so itchy...mmm...slower...it hurts..."

"Xiao Mei...my heart...is going to be...penetrated...by you...!" the sister said coquettishly.

"Hurry up, Xiao Li will be back soon!" Dad urged.

"It's okay, let her...see...let...her...enjoy...Dad and...our...pleasure...!"

the sister panted.

"Dad...just shoot...in my mouth...so I won't have to clean up later." the sister said coquettishly and lewdly.

"Little devil, if you want to eat, just say so, why give such a nice excuse!"

Dad suddenly slammed his hands together, making the sister fall onto him, his penis completely inside her vagina.

The sister cried out, "You're so bad...Dad...you...you're killing me!"

Dad smiled and said, "You little slut, how could I kill you with that!"

In the end, with the sister's diligent sucking and licking, she swallowed all of Dad's semen.

Another scene, after the intense "exercise". Dad leaned against the bedside table, while my sister lay lazily on his lap, idly counting the hairs on his legs. Dad gently twirled his fingers, tracing the graceful curve of her back down to between her pert buttocks.

"You little rascal, we just finished, how come you're wet again?"

"I was so high just now!" "Really

? How high?" Dad turned my sister over and began to tease her clitoris.

"High to the point of—spinning—" My sister pretended to roll to the foot of the bed, then rolled back onto Dad's lower abdomen, "—spinning—oh…!" My sister kissed Dad's thick bush.

"Want to go again?" I saw Dad's penis gradually growing larger.

"Mmm." My sister answered succinctly. "How come you got wet so quickly?"

My sister didn't answer; she was busy sucking on Dad's penis.

"I don't know why, but just thinking about Dad going to penetrate me makes me instantly excited and engorged, I don't even need any caresses..." my sister answered seductively.

"Little slut... okay, let's get in first gear!"

Dad slowly thrust into my sister's body, and she obediently closed her eyes, letting him move on her... After a night of continuous, frenzied fucking, my sister looked utterly ravaged.

"They're all swollen!" My sister frowned in front of the camera, parting her labia to let Dad see her slightly red and swollen vulva.

Dad hugged my sister tenderly: "Good daughter, Dad will be gentler next time."

"No, I want Dad to be harder!" My sister playfully curled up in Dad's arms... The videotape ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly rewound the tape and quietly stuffed it back into Dad's closet.

Hiding back in my bedroom, I felt a strange excitement, and even a slight dampness in my genitals... My sister's figure was getting better and better; her slender frame and beautiful face always attracted the attention of many boys at her school. Yet, she maintained her well-behaved and innocent image. She wouldn't refuse group outings, but she always politely declined individual invitations.

Many people asked me what my sister's criteria for choosing friends were. I always smiled and didn't answer.

I know many boys who admired my sister called her "Sweet Strawberry" by her name, "Zhao Mei," each wanting to take a bite of this sweet and juicy strawberry. But only I knew that this strawberry of my sister's had already been picked and enjoyed by her own father when it was still green and unripe.

In my sister's heart, Dad was probably the only man she could trust and cherish.

For the past few years, the three of us have lived under the same roof, and our daily routines have remained almost unchanged. The ripples caused by Dad and Sister's relationship, which was both wife and daughter, gradually subsided.

Later, I realized my worries were unnecessary. Things that were once taboo, once broken and taken for granted, become part of daily life. Moreover, I couldn't help but become a complete "voyeur" of the whole affair, watching their ever-increasing number of passionate videotapes, and I felt a different kind of emotion.

After graduating from university, my sister worked for an international real estate company, and naturally, she had countless suitors.

I don't know why, but two years later, after much discussion with Dad, she decided to marry the manager of their company's North American department.

Later, I learned that it was because the company's international department manager needed to travel abroad frequently for business.

And Dad and Sister probably needed just such a son-in-law and husband.

In the months leading up to her wedding, she and Dad made love almost constantly. The number of videotapes in the house also increased dramatically. I knew they were filled with footage of their frenzied sexual games and countless orgasms.

And I would always secretly watch these provocative and stimulating videotapes when no one was home.

Just two weeks before the wedding, Dad secretly accompanied my sister to a plastic surgery clinic for a minor procedure. It was the kind of surgery designed to satisfy my future brother-in-law, making him believe my sister was still a pure and innocent girl… Every time my brother-in-law went abroad, my sister would eagerly move back home. At those times, I would discreetly go and stay with my boyfriend for a few days. I knew their mutual need and the dazzling sparks that would ignite when they met.

Because in the videotapes I secretly watched, every time my sister came home, their behavior could only be described as unrestrained lust; Dad and sister's repressed desires would erupt all at once.

Their thirsty expressions made me wonder if my brother-in-law was impotent.

In the videos, beautiful young women would wear all sorts of sexy and alluring clothes, even naked, seductive and wanton, doing everything they could to provoke her. Dad, on the other hand, was as fierce as an African lion, and my sister's mature and alluring body seemed to be waiting for her father to devour and enjoy it. Dad, on the other hand, poured all his boundless energy into every inch of my sister's delicate body.

I have to admit, even my boyfriend couldn't match Dad's prowess!

Then, something happened: my sister got pregnant.

This made Dad extremely happy. From my perspective, I could already guess who the father was.

Ten months later, a healthy and beautiful baby boy was born.

"He looks just like his grandfather!" When others praised the baby, my sister and Dad were overjoyed. Only I didn't know what to say.

Looking at my sister, whose skin was still as smooth and delicate as a young girl's, holding little Xun, and seeing the loving look in her eyes as she gazed at Xun, I suddenly had a strange feeling. I began to envy my sister's happiness.

Not long after, my brother-in-law planned to move my sister and the child to California. Although reluctant, my sister finally agreed to his plan. Dad was also reluctant, but had no reason to keep my sister by his side.

After my sister settled in the United States, I wrote to her happily: "...Sister, everything is fine at home, and I'm taking care of Dad, so don't worry..."

Of course, there's no need to worry, because I had previously discovered that at the bottom of the videotapes in Dad's wardrobe, there was a carefully stored old skirt...—the sexy short skirt that I altered to be as short as it could have been when I was in second grade!

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