Family confession

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

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 my nickname "Sugar-Roasted Chestnut." Teachers and elders all say I'm sweet and cute, just like the sweet taste of sugar-roasted chestnuts.

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 has the beauty of a Southeast Asian girl. Needless to say, she was also very fit to make it onto the school team.

My dad told me that when they were dating in school, they were the talk of the town, the envy of all their classmates.

Later, when my sister was born, my mom had only graduated less than a year prior.

Perhaps it was because of their different upbringing, but my parents divorced when I was in third grade.

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

sister's temperament is more like Dad's; she's always a bit sullen when she gets home, and it's hard to understand what she's thinking.

My personality, on the other hand, is more outgoing and lively. Dad says I'm a lot like Mom, both having that vibrant, energetic vibe of Southeast Asian beauties.

Dad also had a bit of a headache with me because, ever since I started junior high, my school skirts have been getting shorter and shorter every now and then, and Dad couldn't do anything about it.

I know many boys at school secretly call me "Little Show-off," but I just love seeing their smug expressions. Even some seemingly respectable male teachers would crane their necks to peek at my long, fair legs through the gaps in the stairs as I went up.

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

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

I pouted. It's not like I'm 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 amused and exasperated. "You can show it off, but you're only thirteen or fourteen. What good figure do you have?"

"If you think long, pretty legs mean you have to show them off? You'll have plenty to show off later. 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 be coming to see me soon!" Dad was trying to shut me up again.

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

That's how rebellious I was when I was young, always wanting to go against the grain.

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

Back then, Hong Kong dramas were all the rage, and Dad bought a VCR. I was overjoyed; every day after school, I'd rush to rent Chow Yun-fat's "Shanghai Bund." Even better, Dad never interfered with me watching too many VCRs, 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 another V8 camcorder. I wasn't interested in it at all; my sister, on the other hand, was constantly studying it with Dad, as if they were preparing to become photojournalists.

Then Dad said he would shoot a photo album for my sister and me. I was overjoyed and insisted that Dad take me shopping for clothes. I picked out a bright yellow sleeveless pullover sweater, paired with a tweed kilt, showing off my long, fair legs without any scars, and then put on two-inch high-heeled white ankle boots. Even the saleswoman praised me, saying I was a tall and charming beauty.

My sister simply picked out a white jumpsuit, which accentuated her pure and lovely temperament.

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

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

I pouted and asked Dad, "Why do you need to change the tape?" Dad just smiled without answering, and my sister smiled without objecting. I had to ask Dad to change to a new tape and continue filming, but it didn't matter, because I still finished filming that tape; I thought, I must become a movie star someday!

Those few days, I felt that Dad and my sister were acting a little strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

But things always get discovered eventually.

When we were little, the three of us always bathed together. But after fifth grade, I didn't really want to bathe with Dad anymore. After all, my breasts were starting to develop, and having to see my own father naked 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 bathe with Dad.

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

Every time we bathed, they would make a lot of noise; Dad's hearty laughter, my sister's melodious singing—the three of us bathed together like this 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 shocked! What I saw was my father standing in the middle of the bathroom, his genitals, like a slippery snake, gently swishing across my sister's fair face. My sister, squatting on the floor, had her eyes closed, tilting her head back, 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 stillness 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 and look at Dad, she saw me. She turned her head and looked at me in disbelief. Her expression was a mixture of anger and embarrassment; I really shouldn't be here in this situation.

Dad awkwardly and slowly withdrew his penis from my sister's mouth, leaving a long, thin, transparent string as the head left her oral cavity.

The three of us stood there silently facing each other.

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

My mind went blank. The only thought I could have was to disappear from this world immediately and never see Dad and my sister again!

I couldn't accept this fact. How could this be? My most trusted father and my innocent sister had actually performed such a disgusting and unbearable scene right in front of me.

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 in my heart.

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. It was Dad and my sister coming out. I heard them talking quietly for a while, and then Dad slammed his bedroom door shut. My sister came in, and as soon as I saw her, I couldn't help but sob:

“Waaah… Sister, how could Dad do this to you! What should we do?”

My sister 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 have been hiding from you for a long time.”

“I… I’m with Dad, and he hasn’t done anything to betray me, um… he hasn’t… offended 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 my own choice… and I liked it too…”

Her voice trailed off, and her face grew increasingly embarrassed.

I pushed my sister away and stared at her. What was going on? I had 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 even more with greater difficulty than my sister.

She nodded and wanted 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 anymore! Get away, you two!”

I cried out, and my sister was so frightened that she left the room, leaving me alone, sobbing.

What my sister just said was unbelievable. I really couldn't accept it. What I just saw was done with her consent!

I cried and cried, and I don't know how long it lasted. Later, I sobbed on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Dad had already driven to work, and my sister was 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 when I thought about how my beautiful daughter, whom Dad had carefully protected and cared for, fearing she might be harmed by a thug, had ended up falling into the jaws of his own "wolf," I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in taking the bus to school.

Walking to the station, I couldn't help but ask, "Sister, don't you know that doing this 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 determination in my sister's eyes. "Besides, this is something 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 my ride... 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 either, always avoiding spending time with me. Especially Dad; as soon as I got home, he'd 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 kept a cold face towards them.

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 should I do? I’ll tell you right now, I’ve fallen in love with Daddy. Can you accept that?”

“Did Daddy force you?”

I was still unwilling to accept this and wanted to shift the blame to Daddy. I really couldn’t imagine that my usually obedient sister would have such an inappropriate thing happen with Daddy.

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

It turned out that more than two years ago, one night my sister had a nightmare and ran into Daddy’s room trembling, seeking refuge. At that time, my sister was only in the first year of junior high school, and her father’s broad and warm chest gave her a great sense of security. For the next week, my sister would always sneak into Daddy’s bed after I fell asleep, and playfully cuddle and laugh in Daddy’s strong arms.

“One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and Daddy was… was kissing my chest…”

My sister blushed. "But strangely, I wasn't scared at all; in fact, 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.

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

"That night, he originally just 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.

"Starting the next day, Dad began to avoid 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 loved me so much, but he couldn’t love me back.”

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 felt like something out of a novel.

"Dad endured this pain alone for over 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 even more deeply."

"So later, Dad and I could only maintain a relationship as an intimate father-daughter couple, but we couldn't do anything more."

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

"Until recently, when I told Dad that my heart truly couldn't hold any other boys, he finally accepted me."

"But what you're doing...it's really wrong..." I said hesitantly.

"Xiao Li, I've thought it through. 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 finished speaking resolutely.

"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 so happy and joyful together.”

“I just didn’t want you to know, Dad was worried you’d misunderstand him. I hope you can keep this a 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 the reason, I didn’t know what else to be angry about. Her attitude softened, and my sister knew I had forgiven them.

"Xiao Li, thank you."

I turned over and buried myself in the covers, pretending not to hear my sister's grateful voice; a sudden sadness welled up inside me, and I didn't know why, but the tears tasted so stale and bitter... 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. 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, the underwear my sister bought 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 not to 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 should have ended there, but as they say, "truth is stranger than fiction," and by chance, 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 video I'd taken a year ago on Yangmingshan. Since I had nothing better to do, I thought I'd enjoy admiring my own modeling beauty!

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

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

Driven by curiosity—since Dad and my sister weren't home, and it wouldn't hurt to peek at the pornographic video Dad bought—I took the videotape to the living room and put it in the VCR. I pressed play, and soon the screen showed my sister and me on Yangmingshan.

I was a little disappointed; I'd thought it was porn. Putting down the remote, I 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 on the balcony, her short hair tied in two small braids at the back of her head, looking pretty and cute. Bathed in sunlight, she smiled innocently, twirling around a few times, her white dress swirling in the balcony corridor. It was clear she was in a good mood.

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

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

She lay on the bed, sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, as Dad's camera lens began to scan her.

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

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

"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 the most in the world!" Her 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?"

Her sister tilted her head and thought for a moment.

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

"How? Your feet or your hands? I don't want that, it's too scary," Dad replied jokingly.

“What I’m giving to Daddy is your precious daughter’s most precious thing!”

“What is it?” Dad pressed on.

“Oh, you’re so naughty… it’s my first time!” My sister pouted and said coquettishly, her whole face turning red.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Will you be scared when you make love 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, do you want to take off your top and let Daddy admire it?”

“No… I don’t want to!” My sister said in a coquettish voice, crossing her arms to cover her chest.

“Starting to get shy?” Dad teased.

“No way!” My sister protested, kicking off her shoes and squatting on the sofa, hugging her legs, her chin resting on her knees, smiling at Daddy.

"Oh dear, you've been caught!"

The camera adjusted its angle, revealing a glimpse of white skin between the legs of the girl squatting on the sofa.

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

"Dad's the one who's embarrassed! He wants me to take my clothes off, and he's 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 him see as much as he wants!" the older sister's reply was practically a direct provocation.

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 under the girl's short skirt, revealing the girl's underwear in its entirety. Her fair, smooth thighs and the tiny panties between them were captured inch by inch by Dad's lens.

My sister was wearing almost transparent white panties, the two most intimate labia of her slightly protruding mound clearly visible through the thin fabric, looking even a little damp.

I couldn't believe they were both so bold and open.

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

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

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

"Ugh, Dad's the most perverted," my sister said, blushing as she stood up 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 then cup her breasts, caressing them.

The older sister watched as her father continued to tease her body, seemingly enjoying everything he did to her.

Then, she suddenly hugged him tightly. Half-naked, she writhed and rubbed against him like a gentle kitten seeking its owner's affection.

"Dad, I want..." she said softly and sweetly, pressing her entire body against him.

He didn't say anything, but with a tug, her panties were pulled off.

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, soft skin shone with a lustrous sheen.

I saw that her father's eyes were practically spitting fire, and her sister even wore a seductive and wanton expression—she must have learned it from pornographic channels.

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

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

"Take it off!" Dad commanded my sister.

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

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

A large, hard penis emerged.

My sister squatted down and began to stroke Dad's penis with her hand. Looking up at Dad, her eyes were full of adoration.

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

I then understood why I had seen 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, and softly saying, "My mouth is so sore..."

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. She collapsed onto the bed, while my father continued kissing his daughter's helpless body.

His tongue slid from her flat stomach to her moist vulva. Actually, her vulva was still only sparse and faintly visible, the smooth folds barely discernible. My father parted her legs, kissing her clitoris. She looked utterly ecstatic, her body trembling occasionally.

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

My father pulled her down onto the bed, their naked bodies writhing.

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

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

My father gently held her, then softly pushed the girl's legs 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, my face flushed. 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?” Dad asked the submissive girl beneath him affectionately, his thrusting motions continuing.

“Dad, you're so fake. You ask if it hurts but keep 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 filled with spring fever; Dad, on the other hand, wildly indulged his lust, relentlessly pressing and thrusting into the older sister’s body, 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 face flushed, her petite 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 the depths of Sister’s body.

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

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 relationships, seeing my dad and sister's explicit and steamy flirting and lovemaking left me speechless. I took a deep breath, unsure whether I should continue watching the tape.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly perverted!

I checked my watch; 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 dad, wriggling her hips. In the video, I saw my dad's long penis rhythmically thrusting into my sister's body.

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

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

In another scene, her father was lying on the living room carpet, and her sister, wearing her school uniform, lifted her skirt and straddled him, letting his huge penis penetrate her vagina. Supported by her father's strong arm muscles, he held her in mid-air, making her look like Zhao Feiyan performing a palm dance.

She moaned incessantly, seemingly unable to resist the intense pleasure.

She moved up and down: "Dad...you're...so...deep...so...comfortable..."

"So itchy...so itchy...mmm...slower...it hurts..."

"Xiao Mei...my heart...is being...penetrated...through...you...!" she said coquettishly.

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

“It’s okay, let her…see it…let…her…enjoy…Dad and…our…pleasure…!”

the sister gasped.

“Dad…just cum in…my mouth…so I won’t have to clean up later.” the sister said coquettishly and lewdly.

“Little devil, just say so if you want some, 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 naughty…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.

In another scene, after the intense “exercise,” Dad leaned against the bedside table, while the sister lay lazily on Dad’s lap, idly counting Dad’s leg hairs. Dad then gently twirled his fingers, from the elegant curve of the girl’s back, slowly and gently sliding down to between the sister’s 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 started teasing 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 pubic hair.

"Want to go for another round?" I saw Dad's penis gradually getting bigger again.

"Mmm." My sister answered concisely. "Why are you so wet so quickly?"

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

"I don't know why, just thinking about Dad going to penetrate me, I immediately get excited and engorged, I don't even need foreplay…" 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 her tenderly: "Good girl, next time Dad will be gentler."

"No, I want Dad to be harder!" My sister playfully curled into 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 don't know why, but I felt a strange excitement, and even my genitals felt involuntarily wet and sticky... My sister's figure was getting better and better; her slender figure and beautiful face always attracted the attention of many boys at her school. But she always 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 her criteria for choosing friends were. I always smiled and didn't answer.

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

In her heart, Dad was probably the only man in her life she could trust and accept and cherish.

Over the years, the three of us lived under the same roof, and our daily routines remained almost unchanged. The ripples caused by the wife-and-daughter relationship between Dad and my sister gradually subsided.

Actually, I later realized that my concerns were unnecessary. Some things that were originally 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 had a different feeling in my heart.

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 my father, my sister decided to marry the manager of their company's North American department.

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

And my father and sister needed just such a son-in-law and husband.

In the months leading up to my sister's wedding, she and my father were practically constantly having sex. 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, my father secretly accompanied my sister to a plastic surgeon for a minor operation. It's that kind of surgery to satisfy my future brother-in-law, to make him believe I'm still a pure and innocent girl... Every time my brother-in-law goes abroad, my sister can't wait to move back home. Then I'll discreetly go stay with my boyfriend for a few days. I know their mutual need and the dazzling sparks that will ignite when they meet.

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

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

In the videos, beautiful young women would wear all sorts of provocative and sexy clothes, sometimes even naked, alluring and wanton, doing everything they could to provoke. 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 him to devour it. Dad poured 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 very happy. From my perspective, I could 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 in response.

Looking at my sister, whose skin was still as smooth and delicate as a young girl's, holding Xiao Xun in her arms, and seeing the loving look in her eyes as she gazed at Xiao 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 to California with my sister and the child. Although she was extremely reluctant, my sister finally agreed to his plan. My father was also reluctant to let her go, but he had no reason to keep my sister by his side.

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

Of course, there was 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 had altered to be as short as it could possibly be when I was in second grade!

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