Real Incest Between Life and Death - Incest Novels

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I'm from a rural area in Hubei, and I'm 55 years old this year. I'm not good at using fancy words; I'll just write about my experiences. Rural children marry young. I got married in 1979 and had my first child, a girl, in 1980. I have three children in total: the eldest is a girl, the second is a son, and the youngest is another daughter. Back then, there wasn't much income in the countryside. In the 1990s, many people went out to work—a nicer way of saying they were building a business. Finding work was incredibly difficult then. I worked away from home for many years but didn't earn much money. In 1997, I found some people and became a small contractor, taking on very hard jobs. Of course, they were all acquaintances from the neighborhood. The pay was slightly better than working away from home. In 1999, I got a stone-working project in Loudi, building safety ladders for a railway under construction. Jobs like that were easy to find back then. There were over 20 people working on it. It was a "the more you do, the more you earn" system—payment based on the number of cubic meters of stone worked. The workers were all very conscientious. [The text then abruptly shifts to a description of a work site.] It started as a mere mile. By June, it had grown to five miles. Some workers bought old motorcycles to ride locally, while others bought used bicycles. They had to travel back and forth for lunch, which was very time-consuming. So they decided to cook lunch at our work site. I had an old tricycle, which I used to transport the workers' tools to work. Since we were cooking at the work site, the tricycle needed to carry cooking utensils, while the workers brought their own tools. I should mention that my daughter, Honghua, was the one cooking at the construction site. After I took over the project, she started cooking there, boiling water, and so on. Her monthly salary, including meals, was 800 yuan. As you know, in 1999, that was a decent wage. Later, as the construction site became farther away, many workers started bringing their own water after meals, as delivering it was too far. Since we were cooking lunch at the work site, after breakfast, the workers would leave, and Honghua and I would go buy groceries. Then, I took all the cooking and boiling water tools to the construction site in a tricycle. After lunch, it was close by. Everyone didn't need to rush. Everyone had some rest time. I thought it was good. Of course, after Honghua figured everything out and boiled the water for the afternoon, I had to take her back and cook dinner. More than 10 days passed in a flash. It was quite good. The date came to July 17th, a day I will never forget. That day was the same as usual, except the weather wasn't very good, it was gloomy. By noon, it looked like it was going to rain heavily. But it didn't. When Honghua called everyone to eat, there was thunder and lightning. We thought we could finish work after eating. We also needed to eat at home, and it would be difficult to carry the cooked food back. So, those who ate first ran off. After everyone left, Honghua and I hurriedly packed up our things and rushed back. We hadn't even gone a mile when the torrential rain started. Honghua anxiously asked me, "Big..." What to do? I comforted her, "It's okay." I knew there was a tunnel ahead connecting the railway and highway, but it was still under construction. The railway and highway weren't open yet. I didn't care much and drove my tricycle into the tunnel. The tunnel was nice. It was about 150 meters long and 3-4 meters high. I saw a concrete staircase in the middle, about 10 steps. I called it "Red Flower." I decided to take shelter from the rain there until it subsided. The rain outside was getting heavier. Bored, I looked around. I climbed a few steps and saw a 1.5-meter-long, 1-meter-wide, and 80-centimeter-high opening. There was a 20-centimeter-wide hole leading outside. Something covered the hole, preventing water from getting through. Later I learned it was for installing an electrical box. The hole was for ventilation by the electrician. A lockable iron gate would be added below later. But that's another story. Just then, Honghua cried out, "Oh no! The water's rising!" I looked back, and lo and behold, the water had already submerged our tricycle. Honghua had already retreated several steps. And the water was rising very quickly. It turned out the tunnel was a bit low. The heavy rain had carried garbage into the tunnel, clogging some of the drains. Watching the water level rise rapidly, Honghua and I retreated step by step. My heart sank. Suddenly, my head hit the top. There was nowhere left to retreat. Honghua and I were already at the very top. The water continued to rise, and we felt very suffocated. Anyway, I was so scared. So scared. The water was almost submerging the place where we were sitting. There was nowhere left to stand. Honghua, without me noticing, clung tightly to my side, trembling all over. At that time, only a little light was coming in through a hole at the top. Looking at her trembling body, my heart ached. I could only hold her tightly to protect her. Suddenly, Honghua cried, "Oh no! I don't want to die! I'm only 19!" I've never even had a boyfriend. It's so unfair... Dad. I've never even been a woman in this world. And now I'm about to die. It's so unfair. My heart was truly aching. All I could do was comfort her, "Don't be afraid. Dad's here, don't be afraid." At that moment, I felt my daughter was no longer leaning against me. Instead, her hands were tightly wrapped around my waist. I could only feel her lips urgently seeking something in the blurry darkness. I suddenly lost control. I wanted to make up for my daughter in my last moments. To love my daughter dearly. My daughter and I kissed passionately. At that moment, I couldn't hear the heavy rain outside. I wasn't afraid of death anymore. Only my daughter and I were loving each other. My daughter then reached for my waist and loosened my belt. A warm current surged from my lower abdomen to my perineum. At that moment, I had no lewd thoughts. I just wanted my daughter to be a real woman for once. Because we were going to die anyway. I gently took off her red floral top and unhooked her bra. Two firm breasts, untouched by anyone, trembled on her chest, waiting for my kiss. I kissed and licked them gently, careful not to hurt my vulva. I unbuttoned her jeans and gently pulled down her panties. Then I took off my shirt and placed it on my daughter's bottom. I then went into the water, leaving only my head above water, and let my daughter lick her genitals. My daughter hugged my head tightly, moaning. I wanted my daughter to feel no pain for the first time. I could feel her flowing with so much vaginal fluid. I thought it was enough. I let her lie on my clothes and rubbed her clitoris with my already erect penis. I remember rubbing her clitoris with the head of my penis for 20 minutes. My daughter lost her virginity. But she didn't feel any pain. I thrust in and out, transmitting all my fatherly love to my daughter through my genitals. Suddenly, my daughter hugged me tightly, her legs clamping my thighs. Suddenly, I felt something contracting inside my daughter's vagina. My glans felt a fleeting tingling sensation. I knew my daughter was climaxing. I couldn't hold back any longer. A stream of semen shot into my daughter's uterus. My daughter cried out loudly, "Dad! It's so good to be a woman. It's worth dying for!" My daughter hugged me tightly. I hugged my daughter tightly too. We just held each other naked, embracing each other, not letting go... I don't know how long I slept. I only felt very cold. In my daze, I felt someone kissing my face. When I woke up, I realized my daughter was awake. I looked at my watch. It was 5 pm. It seemed like the rain had stopped outside, but I still saw lightning. I touched the water level. It didn't seem to have risen or receded. I only felt my daughter's hand stroking me lower and lower. Finally, it was touching my penis. I'm over 40 years old, so of course I know that when a woman has sex with a man, her interest grows stronger and stronger. At this moment, I only felt very cold inside. My hand touched Honghua's back. It was icy cold. I felt her shivering from the cold. At that moment, I didn't have any other thoughts. I just wanted to protect her. I had one arm around her neck and the other around her waist. "Honghua, come on top of me. It'll be warmer. Don't get sick." With a little effort, Honghua climbed on top of me. After a while, I felt much warmer. We hugged each other like that for about 20 minutes. Then I felt Honghua getting a little aroused. I felt her hugging me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. Her breathing was a little rapid, and her breath in my ear was unsettling. I could feel her heart beating so fast. In addition, her private parts were constantly rubbing between my thighs. My genitals, under her teasing, slowly became erect. I felt her gentle caresses, and the glans was already hovering at the entrance. I was still trying to control myself. Suddenly, I heard Honghua moan and shout, "Big! I want it! I can't take it! I want it!" My head spun. I could no longer control myself. So what if I die? I lifted my lower body and made it erect. Hearing Honghua's satisfied cry, "Ah!" I knew I had entered my daughter's body. I thrust upwards again and again, hearing my daughter's seductive moans. My daughter was also moving her private parts, welcoming my thrusts. We were entangled in passionate intercourse, lost in our own world. Hearing my daughter's ecstatic moans and joyful cries, we both forgot we were on the verge of death. This time we made love for over an hour. Amidst my daughter's ecstatic screams, I held my daughter's buttocks tightly again, feeling the pleasure of ejaculating inside her. After the passion subsided, we kissed each other because we couldn't fall asleep. We talked a lot then, but I won't go into details here. Around 9 p.m., I reached out to touch the water level. I couldn't feel it. I cried out, "Honghua! The water's gone!" Really? We felt downwards, only to find that the water had receded by 5...Six steps. In our joy, we suddenly fell silent. A long time passed. Then, I whispered, not sure who I was speaking to, "Child, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I deserve to die." In the darkness, Honghua suddenly threw herself into my arms, crying, "Dad, it's not your fault. It's really not your fault. I don't regret it at all." Touching her bare back, I knew I would never have lewd thoughts again. I called to her with heartache, "Child, come and put on your clothes." "It'll be several hours before the water recedes. You can lean against me and doze off for a bit." My daughter soon fell asleep. By midnight, the water had receded. It was only about 10 centimeters deep. I woke Honghua and groped my way to the tricycle. The tricycle was covered in mud. I groped for the crank handle, ripped off the air centrifuge, and started the engine. I tried many times… Suddenly, the engine revved. It startled me. I slowly drove the tricycle out of the tunnel. We arrived at the cave entrance. The sky was filled with stars. Thinking back on the past ten-plus hours, it seemed fate had played a cruel joke on us. I took off my shirt and wiped a clean spot on the tricycle. I wanted to call Honghua to sit down. Honghua remained silent, watching me do this quietly. When I called her, she suddenly hugged me tightly. Only one or two buttons were fastened on her shirt. I felt her young, restless heartbeat against my bare skin. I knew clearly what she was thinking. She was afraid of losing me. Many years later, I still think about it. My daughter wanted me to be wild with her one last time, because after tonight, nothing else could happen. Feeling her emotions, I was also very sad. But now it's not possible; then it's a matter of life and death. Now it's safe. I'm her elder. I patted Honghua. "Don't do this, child. You can't. If someone sees you, your life will be ruined." "It's so late. Who would see that?" "No, child." We can't make another mistake. Besides, God is watching us. Let's go back. We got back to the construction site around 1 a.m. Everyone was asleep. No one knew about the unspeakable thing that had happened to us. I told Honghua to wash up and go back to her room to sleep early. She didn't need to get up early to cook. Because of the rain, we wouldn't be working the next day. I arranged for someone else to cook. Honghua slept all day the next day. There were many people that day, and I didn't speak to her. That evening, Honghua came over and said, "Dad, I have something to tell you tomorrow." The next day, all the workers went to work. Honghua hadn't gotten up yet. I went to Honghua's room and gently pushed open the door. I saw Honghua covered with a sheet, her face turned inwards. I walked over quietly and asked her, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" Hearing my voice, Honghua suddenly threw off the sheet and hugged my neck tightly. I was startled and didn't know what to do. "Don't do this, it's not good." "Dad, this is the last time I'll hug you like this." "I'm leaving. Where am I going? To my classmate's place. I'm going to earn money, so you don't have to work so hard outside," I said, looking at my daughter's tone. After what happened last time, I noticed my daughter had become much more charming. I knew my daughter could never be with me again. I sent Honghua away that day. Two months later, Honghua unexpectedly returned to my side. My youngest daughter, Honghua, was secretly pregnant, but refused to reveal who the father was. Her coworkers were completely unaware, and I had a dangerous premonition that it was my child. Sure enough, one night Honghua revealed my fears and then stubbornly slept beside me. We didn't do anything, and I was terrified of this relationship. When Honghua's large belly could no longer be concealed, I applied to the company for a transfer to an engineering project in another city. I took Honghua with me; no one there knew us, so Honghua could rest and prepare for childbirth before making any plans. They moved into a company-provided apartment, a one-bedroom apartment with a living room. Honghua slept in the bedroom, and I slept on the sofa in the living room. Seeing them together, and with my overprotective attitude towards Honghua, who was heavily pregnant, the neighbors naturally assumed they were an older couple. Neither of us clarified, to avoid further confusion. Every weekend, I took Honghua to the city for sightseeing and shopping, buying essential items for the pregnant woman and baby. As her due date approached, I became even more anxious, taking even better care of her. When she went into labor, I took her to the delivery room and stayed by her side, supporting her and accompanying her through the pain of childbirth. Honghua had a natural birth, and both mother and child were safe; they were discharged from the hospital two days later. Back home, I saw a banner on the door that read: "Welcome Honghua and Baby Home." I hugged her and comforted her, saying everything would be alright and she shouldn't worry. Honghua felt deeply moved by her father's kindness and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know how to repay such a profound debt of gratitude. Honghua wanted to find an opportunity to discuss the possibility of having her child adopted, as his construction project was nearing completion and he wanted to finalize the paperwork before returning home. Over the course of a month or two, the child grew bigger and more adorable each day. Honghua lovingly nursed the child, revealing her innate maternal love. A week before the project was completed, I decided to discuss the child's future with Honghua. I explained to her that she needed to go back to school, and the child needed someone to look after him! Moreover, the child needed a father, and for his sake, there was only one solution: to have him adopted! Honghua vehemently refused, crying and begging her father to let her keep the child. I also couldn't bear to give away my lovely child. If we were to have him adopted, it would be better to adopt him ourselves. However, my wife couldn't know that my daughter and I had had another son. So we couldn't take the child back. I decided to stay here, to depend on Honghua, and to adopt the child as my own, giving Honghua a home and the child a father. But I discovered that the hardest hurdle was for Honghua herself. Suddenly, Honghua became unashamed, exposing her breasts to him and breastfeeding the baby. She also stopped wearing a bra and unbuttoning her blouse, walking around in front of him. She often left the door ajar when she changed clothes or took a bath, and through the crack, Honghua seemed to intentionally display her assets to him, making me afraid to look, yet wanting to look, constantly blaming myself for not having enough self-control. When my libido was high, I would even fantasize about making love with her to masturbate; during the day, facing Honghua, I felt ashamed for having violated her thoughts. One night, Honghua confided in him. "Is it hard not having your mother around?" I said, "You don't really talk much with her. Your mother is a rural woman who doesn't talk much, but she's a good woman. Giving everyone their own space is actually quite nice." Honghua said, "You're such a good person, making me feel happy and joyful, but I can't do anything for you." As she spoke, Honghua buried her face in my arms and cried. I comforted her and wiped away her tears. Honghua said, "I've burdened you. You've done so much for me, and I can't do anything for you, not even keep you company." "Silly girl, I'm happy just being with you." "No, it's not that. At night, it feels unfair to you to sleep alone on the sofa. Even though the baby is with me, I always feel lonely and miserable sleeping alone in the living room." "Sleeping in the living room is fine; I sleep very well." "But when I'm in there, I always think about you, about what I've been through. Sometimes I think, why can't you sleep in the room? We would both be better off." "We only have one bedroom and one bed." "I don't mind sleeping with you. We already have a child; we can do more." "I don't understand what you mean." Before I could answer, Honghua took my hand and led me into her room. "Yes, we only have this one bed. It's a bit small, but it's just the two of us, so it's fine if we're close. It'll also be convenient if you want to help me get up to take care of the baby at night!" Honghua said, casually unbuttoning her nightgown to reveal her slightly fuller figure after pregnancy. "The baby needs to nurse before bed, so Daddy will bring him over to nurse." Zukang picked the baby up from the cradle and handed him to Honghua. Honghua told me to sit on the edge of the bed, and she breastfed against my arm. "The baby's full, time to sleep. Mommy and Daddy need to sleep too." "Mommy and Daddy need to sleep now, baby, be good, don't make a fuss! Mommy and baby both need Daddy's love." When I put the baby down and turned around, Honghua had already taken off her nightgown, standing naked in front of him. I couldn't avoid it, nor could I pretend not to understand Honghua's meaning. Honghua said to him, "The baby's asleep, let's both sleep!" My heart pounded. I knew I wasn't some saint who could resist temptation. I said, "It's not convenient to sleep here." "What's inconvenient? The baby needs your care, and I need your care too. You know, I'm a woman, and sometimes a woman needs a man's comfort in the long night. You're a man, you have needs too. Do you ever think of me when you have needs?" Honghua said, rubbing her breasts. "Do you want me? Tell me, do you want to touch my body?" Honghua grabbed my trembling hand and placed it on her chest. I instinctively struggled, stammering, "No, no." "You didn't force me, it was my own choice. I need you, you need me. Don't you even care about me anymore?" Honghua nestled into Zu Kang's arms. My blood boiled. I closed my eyes, imagining I was holding another woman. "No! No!" I pushed Honghua away."I thought about this a lot before making this decision. Life is the same no matter how you live it, the future won't be any different. It'll just be marriage, children, and sleeping with another man. Isn't that what women are like? What difference does it make what kind of man you're with? I've decided to live with you. I want a man who absolutely loves me. I know you and Mom have a good relationship. You brought me out to avoid her, because you felt guilty. When you decided to adopt the baby and stay here with me, I already knew you needed me. Did you? You often peek at me changing clothes, didn't you? Actually, there's no need to peek. I'm yours; you can do whatever you want with me." After giving birth, Honghua's already fuller figure became even more alluring, possessing the physique of a mature woman, yet her skin remained as smooth as a young girl's, and her expression remained pure and innocent. She was naked, and once again threw herself into my arms. I held her tightly, as if protecting her pure nakedness from any intrusion, but I myself was exposed to Honghua's seductive body. Honghua's lips were already on mine, parted. Unlike the kisses father and daughter shared before, where lips were tightly closed, this was a fragrant, sweet, wet kiss. Her nipples pressed against his chest, and I could feel their hardness and erectness. Her thighs rubbed against his, igniting a burning desire within me. I was hopeless, I was about to succumb. For her, I had committed incest with her, a act of devotion that transcended life and death, fathering a child, all to protect her, even willing to pretend to be her husband and adopt her son. For her, I would do it all. She needed a man who loved her and whom she could rely on. I murmured a prayer, "God, save me!" and embraced her, sitting on the edge of the bed. Honghua sat on his lap, kissing him passionately. My trembling hands roamed over Honghua's naked body, her full breasts allowing him to suckle. Her legs were wet, and I knew his girl truly needed him. I pressed her down on the bed, and we made love, entwined for a whole night. Honghua was completely submissive to me, offering him the passion of a young girl, making me feel that what I had done had made her a happy woman. I told myself that things could be looked at from different angles, and this was a special case. I wasn't one of those alcoholic, abusive men who mistreat women and children, nor did I seduce her. Her body and mind were mature enough for an adult; she willingly gave herself to him, and what they did in the room didn't harm anyone. She was a good woman because she was a better wife and mother than her own mother. But I couldn't betray my wife. My daughter said, "It's okay, I love Mom too, I won't break up our family. But you're away working seven or eight months a year. I can stay with you. We're husband and wife, but when we come home, we're father and daughter, and you're husband and wife. Isn't that good? Anyway, nobody knows you at the construction sites where you work. Isn't it nice to have a little wife?" Suddenly, I had a sudden realization, throwing all taboos to the wind, and I made merry with Honghua every night, getting carried away, and we started calling each other "husband" and "wife." A few months later, it was New Year's, and my daughter and I were working on a big project. Besides, I still felt guilty towards my wife, and I couldn't bear to be separated and become father and daughter again, so I said I wouldn't go back. Unexpectedly, my wife, worried about us, came over. I had to sleep in separate rooms from my daughter and my wife, and my youngest son was sent to stay with someone else. Fortunately, my wife only stayed for three days, and being a woman of few words, she rarely went out. We managed to keep it a secret very well. One day, as soon as my wife came in, a neighbor teased, "Your mother-in-law is quite young and beautiful; she and you are a perfect match." I immediately tensed up, glared at him, and chased him away. Turning back, I saw my wife seemed to have overheard something. She asked, "What did he say?" I said, "He said you're pretty, just joking with me." My wife said "Oh," and went back to her room, embarrassed. I was thrilled. It seemed everyone around me considered Honghua my woman, and my wife had become my mother-in-law, but she would never know. I had turned my daughter into my mistress, and my wonderful life of working during the day and taking care of my daughter at night began. Six months later, I received a call from my son, Zongmin. He and my older sister, Mi Xue, were coming to visit us during their vacation and would arrive within a day or two. I was afraid they would expose our relationship. If we found out, my wife would find out, and we'd be finished, and our baby's happiness would be ruined too. So these past few days I've been anxiously planning our next move. Honghua comforted me, telling me to remain calm and wait for things to happen. So, we made some preparations together: taking down the affectionate photos from the bedside table, tidying the wardrobe and drawers, and then we smiled at each other. Who would look through these private things? The next day, when I got home, Zongmin and Mi Xue were already there, chatting happily with Honghua. They've always been good siblings, and Honghua kept reporting on how her life had been since we last met. I was restless and uneasy, afraid that the naive Honghua might let something slip and arouse their suspicion. Honghua went into the kitchen to prepare dinner; the family reunited, and they should have been very happy. I remained silent, feeling awkward. After dinner, while Honghua was washing the dishes, Zongmin and Mi Xue talked about their families. His wife took good care of them at home, but Mi Xue had divorced and was now living in her hometown, but she didn't say why she divorced him. After washing the dishes, Honghua came out of the kitchen and sat down beside me. We chatted for a while longer, and it was already late at night. Honghua suggested that Zongmin and the others must be tired after a long day's travel and should get some rest. As the lady of the house, she invited them to sleep on the double sofa bed in the living room. They said they had been sleeping in the car the whole way, and this arrangement was already quite good. This was different from my original plan, which was for the men to sleep in the living room and the women in the bedroom. But Mingming, already holding my hand, playfully said, "You can give them your sofa bed. I'm sorry to ask you to sleep in the bathroom, but I don't mind if you sleep in my room. We're all family!" Before she finished speaking, she pulled him into the room. After closing the door, Mingming, as usual, took off his clothes, lifted the bedspread, and got into bed naked, snuggling up to me. We had been sleeping in the same bed for a year, and I had never felt that this bed was so small, with no room to turn around. Mingming's body writhed, her thighs rubbing against mine, yearning for my touch, but I couldn't get an erection. "Come on!" Mingming teased my body, gently kissing me, arousing me. I didn't care that my son and eldest daughter were right next door, and I thrust inside. Who would have thought that Michelle would see us. "It wasn't easy for Dad and me to pick you up, and you even got soaked in the rain," my sister said, drying her hair. "I'm so sorry, we were planning to come by ourselves," I said, feeling guilty. "Just kidding. Sis, we can just take a shower," my sister said with a laugh. "We need to have a good talk tonight," I said. "Great, I couldn't be happier!" With that, the younger sister turned to face her father, reaching out to dry his wet hair with a fresh towel. As she bent down, the wide neckline of the towel drooped down, revealing most of her two large, white breasts. With each stroke of her towel, the mounds swayed gently in front of her father, their pink nipples peeking through the fabric. "My sister is really something," I thought to myself. "She's such a grown woman, how can she be so careless? Even though her father isn't an outsider, she shouldn't be so uninhibited." After dinner, my second brother, Zongmin, and my father were smoking in the next bedroom. After closing the door, he sat beside my sister on the bed, whispering amongst themselves. "Sister, you're so well-preserved, still so beautiful even in your thirties," my younger sister couldn't help but "complain" as soon as she sat down. "Hehe, of course! I use several good skincare products every day to take care of myself, so of course I don't age so easily." I smiled slightly, my face full of pride. Although I'm middle-aged, I'm still quite confident in my appearance. Even among the many female teachers at the school, I'm definitely the most beautiful one. "Sister, where's your husband? Off on a business trip again?" "Yeah, don't you know my husband? He's away on business trips most of the year. Last year, it was just me and my daughter for the New Year. And now we're divorced." Saying this, I felt a pang of sadness. What daughter? My sister-in-law! "Ah... if that's the case, then it's practically like living as a widow." My younger sister looked astonished. I didn't say anything. I have to admit, my younger sister's words hit the nail on the head. Sigh, I was living as a widow even when that man was around. "Sister, your husband's always away from home," the younger sister suddenly lowered her voice. "So, what do you do when you need him?" "What do you mean?" I vaguely understood the implication, but as a woman, there are times when I have to play dumb. "What else could it mean? When a woman needs a man, isn't it that kind of thing?" The younger sister was beaming with excitement, her eyes practically sparkling. "Ugh...you're so nosy." "What does it matter? We're all women, even sisters. What can't we talk about?" "You're all alone, how can I manage?" Seeing there was no escaping it, I reluctantly answered her question. Actually, I wasn't always alone, but the thought of that person made me sick. "Could it be...masturbation?""What else can I do? I can't exactly cheat on my husband with another man, can I?" "Oh... I see." My younger sister sighed thoughtfully. "You're always criticizing me, but aren't you the same? You deal with it the same way when you can't take it anymore. You're so old and still haven't found a partner, and your child doesn't even have a father." My younger sister seemed quite open-minded about having a child out of wedlock, so I didn't mince words. "Ah... oh... yes, you're right." Perhaps she didn't hear me clearly, my younger sister answered hesitantly. Two women together always have endless topics to talk about, especially two sisters. After that, we talked about everything under the sun, and the pleasant time always seemed too short. Several hours passed in a flash, and it was almost time to rest. "You sleep in the same bed as Dad?!" I was a little surprised. Although he was her biological father, he was still a strong man. "Oh, sister, what's the big deal? He's my father, he's my flesh and blood, what's wrong with sleeping together?" My younger sister seemed indifferent. Since he didn't seem to care, I didn't say anything more and just casually replied, "Okay...okay, whatever you want." "That's settled then." My younger sister smiled. "It's getting late, so...sister, Dad and I are going to bed now." After saying that, my younger sister left the room. A little while later, I heard the door next door close. Not long after, my brother and I went to sleep in the living room and the guest room, respectively. My brother has neurasthenia, so I slept in the living room. I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by the urge to urinate. I got up, opened the door, and stepped out of the room. At the same time, I glanced at the door next to me and was surprised to find a faint light coming from it. Naturally, I walked to my younger sister's door and was about to knock when I suddenly heard intermittent voices coming from inside. Driven by curiosity, I quietly pressed my ear to the door and listened carefully. Amidst the irregular "tsk tsk" sounds, I could hear my younger sister's moans and lewd gasps, sometimes high and sometimes low. "Ah...ah...good...so good...Daddy...you...your tongue...licking...licking my daughter so...so good...mmm...mmm...oh..." "What is my sister doing?!" Hearing the easily misunderstood moans, I was startled. As a woman, I was very familiar with these alluring moans, and a thought that I couldn't believe immediately popped into my head: "Is my sister...making love?" "But there are only her and her father in there. Who could she be making love with? Could it be...with Daddy...no! Impossible, that's her own father!!" I pressed my ear against the door to listen more carefully, and this time the sound was clearer. "Oh oh oh oh oh...good...Daddy...good husband...you...you...so good...ah...don't stop...use more...force...ah...ah oh...my...cunt...so...so good...ah oh..." Suddenly, it felt like my head had been hit by a hammer—my sister was making love with her own father! They are father and daughter! This is incest! It's the most despised thing in the world!! I stood at the door, my mind a complete mess. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I calmed down a bit. To further confirm my suspicions, I quietly went around to the second-floor balcony and leaned against the leftmost railing. Through the window on the outer wall of the balcony and through the gap in the curtains, I clearly saw everything in my sister's room. Even though it was just a glance, I was once again stunned by what I saw! On the bed, my sister was lying naked against the bed rail, her beautiful eyes half-open, her lips slightly parted, her whole body trembling with heat, her delicate body slightly twisted, her hands kneading her breasts back and forth. The two heavy mounds of flesh twisted into various shapes under her kneading, full of elasticity. The younger sister's legs were pressed tightly apart by her father's arms. Under her fair belly, a small head was pressed tightly against her vulva, his mouth wide open, taking her entire vulva into his mouth. Sometimes he would stick out his tongue to lick her clitoris, and sometimes he would suckle the love juice flowing from her vulva like a baby nursing its mother, making loud "sizzling" sounds. "Ah!...Good daddy...Oh...Dear husband...Daughter's...good daddy...you...use...a little...harder...it's okay...Ah...Yes...that's it...Oh...Oh...Daughter's...cunt...is so...itchy...Oh...Oh...harder...a little...ah...ah..." The younger sister on the bed had completely turned into a slut, her face flushed, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her legs trembling uncontrollably with extreme excitement, her body swaying hotly, and her vulva between her legs constantly gushing out waves of lustful fluid, unable to stop moaning. And her father, without hesitation, swallowed all of his sister's vaginal fluid! Everything before my eyes completely confirmed my suspicions. My only sister was having sex with her own father! The person having sex with my sister was her own biological father! I could hear my sister's obscene moans softly in my ears. Looking at my sister's lewd expression, as if she were possessed, and her body trembling slightly from extreme stimulation, I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, and my vagina began to secrete wet fluid. "Can having sex with your own father really feel this good?" I wondered, secretly slipping my hand into my underwear and stroking my tightly closed vulva with my fingers. I recalled my past: We had been married for over a year without children. Urged by our elders, we went to the hospital for checkups and discovered the problem lay with my husband. He had varicocele, causing abnormal semen and my infertility. Since then, I had accompanied my husband everywhere seeking medical treatment. Seeing our repeated visits to doctors yield no results, the Qin family elders grew increasingly anxious. The Qin family was highly respected and wealthy in the area; if this matter got out, they would lose all face. After much deliberation, they came up with a terrible plan. One morning in March 2008, Qin's mother found an excuse to send my husband away. While I was still asleep, my husband's father had sex with me. Afterwards, I cried and threatened to call the police, but my mother-in-law immediately knelt down and begged, explaining that this was the only way to continue the family line and save face. Ultimately, I kept the secret for the time being. Unexpectedly, my father-in-law continued to assault me. Not long after, my belly became swollen. My husband, upon discovering this, thought the treatment was working and was overjoyed. After our daughter was born, my husband worked even harder, and the whole family was happy, but I alone felt increasingly conflicted. I felt guilty towards my husband, but I didn't want to see my father-in-law. To escape this awkward situation, I repeatedly suggested moving out, but my husband, being filial, insisted that the family live together. I had to endure my father-in-law's humiliation time and time again. I repeatedly brought up the past, but my husband still refused to leave and live separately, leading to arguments. In a fit of anger, I blurted out that our son wasn't his biological child. My husband was shocked and, after questioning me without success, went for a paternity test, which confirmed that the child wasn't his. This completely severed ties between us, and arguments occurred daily. Finally, we divorced. Such a despicable incestuous act—why were my sister and father so engrossed in it? A while later, my sister changed her position, lying on the bed like a female dog's upper body, raising her buttocks high, facing her father. At this moment, her father's penis was already swollen and purple, with precum oozing from the glans. He pressed his hands tightly against my sister's plump buttocks, spreading her thick labia so that her vulva was directly facing his penis. Then, he thrust forward, and with a soft "Ah..." from my sister, his entire penis was fully inside her vagina. Dad first slowly withdrew his penis until only the glans remained inside my sister's vagina, then thrust it in forcefully and rapidly, each time penetrating deep enough to seem to reach her very core. My sister's body trembled uncontrollably, her wanton buttocks swaying back and forth. "Oh...yes...good...Daddy...good Daddy...oh...oh...fuck my cunt harder...oh...fuck...fuck harder...fuck me hard...fuck me until I can't sit up anymore...oh...so good...I like it so much...faster...fuck me to death...fuck your slutty...slutty daughter to death..." My sister on the bed began to moan shamelessly. Witnessing all this, I felt a strange excitement, an excitement I had never felt before, no matter how much sex I had with my husband. My body began to feel hot, especially my genitals, which felt like they were melting. My thick labia were swollen and uncomfortable, and my vaginal fluids were flowing out incessantly. I stared intently into the room, one hand reaching inside my collar to knead my full breasts and my already hardened nipples, while the other hand parted my thick pubic hair, and two fingers began to thrust in and out of my vagina. At the same time, the father and daughter in the room also reached their climax.The younger sister lay limp on the bed, drenched in sweat, her cherry lips slightly parted, moaning indistinctly like a baby learning to speak. Behind her, the father pressed his entire body against her delicate frame, his legs wrapped around her fair thighs, his hands kneading her full breasts. His small buttocks slammed against her large buttocks, the impact of flesh against flesh producing a piercing "slap, slap" sound. Gradually, his penis thrust faster and faster into her vagina, and her moans grew louder. In what was originally the father's room, the father's panting, the sister's moans, and the jarring sounds of the bed shaking intertwined into a beautiful and vibrant symphony of sex. I stood frozen outside the window, my face flushed like the June sunset, the heat rising to my neck. With each rapid thrust of my left hand, fluids gushed from my vagina, flowing more and more, down my hand onto my thin panties, and then dripping like silk onto the floor. Gradually, a peculiar, fishy smell filled the air outside. Inside, the father and daughter continued their passionate lovemaking, unaware that their every move was being watched by a lonely, mature woman outside. At the same time, a strange jealousy began to stir within her. Suddenly, the father's buttocks trembled, and he let out a soft "hmm..." Simultaneously, the sister's body convulsed, her lower body involuntarily contracting violently before collapsing completely onto the bed, her delicate body trembling slightly, intermittent moans escaping her lips. The father slowly withdrew his now-soft penis from his sister's vagina, then lay on top of her, burying his head in her breasts. They fell asleep in each other's arms, the light still on. Looking at his sister's once-rosy labia, now completely turned outwards, her plump vulva swollen like a small steamed bun, thick white semen mixed with her vaginal fluids flowing out, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet. Seeing this, I felt waves of contractions in my vagina, as if a thousand horses were charging at my urethra. I couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't care that I was still wearing my underwear. My body trembled violently, and a stream of water gushed out of my urethra like a fountain, soaking my already wet underwear. Some of it dripped down my underwear like broken beads, while the rest flowed slowly down my two plump, beautiful legs. As the urine continued to flow out, I couldn't help but gently wiggle my buttocks and legs so that this warm "holy water" could flow over more of my skin—a feeling of unprecedented pleasure surged through me. After I finished urinating, my legs went weak, and I collapsed in my own urine, unable to get up for a long time. The strong, pungent smell of my own urine was now like an alluring fragrance, making me involuntarily breathe it in deeply. In my blurry vision, I seemed to see my father's handsome face. I don't know how much time passed, but the turmoil in my heart gradually subsided. I slowly got up, quietly washed myself in the bathroom, and then secretly cleaned everything around me before dragging my tired body back to my room to sleep. The next morning, I knocked on my sister's door early. After waiting for a while, with a "creak," my sister's tired face appeared before me. "Sister, knocking so early, what's up?" My sister was already dressed. "Oh... no... nothing." I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that Dad was also wearing shorts. "I just wanted to ask if you slept well last night." "Ah... oh... yes... of course!" my sister quickly replied, her usual smile on her face. "Look at you, how good can you be!" I chuckled inwardly, but forced a smile. "That's good. Good sleep is the best beauty product for women. Since you slept well, let's get up and have breakfast together." At the breakfast table, my brother and I sat on one side, and my sister and father on the other. During breakfast, the father and daughter chatted and laughed, occasionally playfully teasing each other. For some reason, their intimate behavior stirred up a nameless anger within me. "What's so great about sleeping with Dad? Is it something to brag about? You always act so pure and innocent, but in bed you're nothing but a complete slut!" At that moment, my sister seemed so irritating and disgusting to me! "Dad is so pitiful, how could he have such a bitch as his daughter! If I were his lover, I'd be much better than you!" After breakfast, my brother and I headed back, and my sister and father saw us off at the door. "Sister, you're going back now? Really, why don't you stay a few more days? I really don't want to leave you!" My sister looked reluctant to part. "Sister, it's not like it's a matter of life and death. If you miss me, come to my house sometime!" "...Oh...um..." My sister glanced at my father and stammered. "It's a deal then. Thank you so much for today, sister. Come to my house another time, and I'll treat you well." Another day, I'll definitely reclaim my father's love. After get off work, I got home and unlocked the door. I heard the TV on in the living room; my sister and father must be home. I opened the aluminum door, and sure enough, my sister was snuggled in my father's arms. She had her arms around his neck and was sitting on his lap, both of them engrossed in watching TV. My sister hadn't even taken off her clothes, but several buttons on her blouse were undone, vaguely revealing her snow-white breasts. Her miniskirt was lifted up, and her pair of fair legs were undisguisedly propped up on the sofa. I saw that my father's hand was trapped between my sister's legs. I pursed my lips, pretending not to have seen what was happening. "Michelle, you're back?" Dad asked a little embarrassedly. They were both a bit more restrained 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 was the kind of alluring scene I often witnessed at home. Since discovering my sister and father's affair, I'd thought it over and decided to talk to her. I went back to my sister's house and asked her to meet me at a coffee shop. My sister arrived, wearing a low-cut pink bodycon dress that perfectly accentuated her sexy curves. It was a deep V-neck bodycon dress, the V-neck so deep that her large breasts seemed about to burst out—so tempting! If it weren't for the sky-blue scarf, her chest would have been completely exposed. Even so, her deep cleavage was still perfectly revealed, but this only made the allure even more captivating. Her tight-fitting dress was so short it barely covered my shapely buttocks. From the front, three-quarters of her full thighs were visible—incredibly alluring! Looking further down, I saw she was wearing black pantyhose, and below her straight, taut calves were a pair of red high-heeled shoes! Those heels were incredibly high! At least 12 centimeters! This accentuated the length of my legs, making my stockings even more striking, my waist slender, and my buttocks pert against the backdrop of the colors! She looked elegant and incredibly alluring. "I saw what happened between you and Father. How could you do such a thing? That's incest," I said after a moment of silence. My younger sister was initially alarmed, but quickly calmed down. "Sister, you've seen it all, so there's nothing more to say. The world is heartless, but love is eternal and indestructible. Parents' love is especially selfless. Father has been here alone, watching over me, no different from a husband. As his daughter, everything I have comes from him; what can't I give him?" "But you're father and daughter after all; there won't be a future for you." "What future do I need? Aren't Dad and I doing well now? We live like husband and wife, loving each other and living harmoniously. If you're talking about offspring, let me tell you the truth: my son is also my brother, Dad's child. We've been together for two years." "Is that fair to Mother?" I exclaimed angrily. "It's nothing. Dad's so capable, Mom's no longer suitable for him. Dad's just very responsible, and he's making more and more money. Who knows, he might find a mistress someday. I'll be that mistress. Neither Dad nor I will betray the other. We truly love each other, and it won't destroy our family. For me, I'll have another good husband; for Dad, I'll have another good lover; and for Mom, she'll never know, we'll have another good family. We've agreed that when we go back to our hometown, we'll be father and daughter. Anyway, Dad can't fulfill his duties as a husband outside, and he's just sitting around doing nothing. What's wrong with him being my husband?" I was speechless in the face of my sister's self-righteousness. After my father and sister found out I knew about their incestuous relationship, I don't know what kind of discussion they had. But my father called me again, declaring that he and my sister truly loved each other and weren't just seeking thrills, and begged me to keep it a secret. I had no other choice but to turn a blind eye. I never expected...My ex-husband and father-in-law got into a huge fight over me and my child, escalating to a serious point. My father-in-law suffered a heart attack, and my husband, in a state of mental confusion, was involved in a car accident. Both my father-in-law and ex-husband coincidentally listed my name as the heir to their estates. However, the Qin family relatives objected; they wielded considerable influence in the area. I had no choice but to return to my hometown, but they found me again, so I sought refuge with my father. And so, this incestuous drama unfolded before my eyes every day. [The End]

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