My happy sex life with my father and stepmother

After my mother passed away, my father, a civil servant, voluntarily transferred to a rural area in the south, and from then on, my father and I depended on each other. Life was very peaceful; my father took on the role of both mother and mother, taking excellent care of me, and we talked about everything. For a while, I was very worried about my father remarrying. His tall, thin figure and handsome face made him very attractive to the opposite sex. There were no shortage of women pursuing him, but I only admired one of my father's female colleagues, her name was Ya-qi, twenty-one years old, very gentle and always smiling, a kind and considerate person. I was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend, knowing that she had a lot of suitors. She was a close friend of my father, and I could tell that she liked him very much. Rationally, of course, I hoped my father would remarry, but emotionally, I only wanted to possess him exclusively. This feeling always troubled me, and my father didn't disappoint me; even with a girl like Ya-qi, he didn't develop feelings for her. When I was twelve, I had my first period. My father explained it to me and gently washed away the blood with warm water. The sensation of the warm water and his gentle caresses filled me with a strange and intoxicating pleasure. From then on, I longed to bathe with my father. However, we stopped bathing together after my mother passed away, as we used to bathe as a family of three. A few days later, I finally mustered the courage to go into the bathroom without clothes and ask my father to bring them. When he brought them, I asked him to bathe with me, and he agreed. So, as before, we bathed together with our clothes, only without my mother. From that day on, we washed every part of each other's bodies every day. Every time I bathed, I was immersed in the whirlpool of burgeoning desire. During that time, my breasts were sore from development, and my father would massage them for me. It was a little painful but also very comfortable. Although I vaguely hoped that my father would hold me or take things further, these thoughts vanished under the restraint of morality and etiquette. For a young girl just beginning puberty, all of this was already too wonderful. But this bliss didn't last long. As I matured, shortly after entering junior high school, having inherited my tall father, I was already 160 cm tall. Perhaps due to the sexual stimulation during my daily showers, and more importantly, because my skin, which was originally a bit rough and dark, had become fair and delicate due to the nourishment of female hormones, it would radiate a faint glow in natural light. Everyone who knew me praised me highly. And what I always thought was the biggest problem was my breasts. Why did I have such a perky chest despite my somewhat thin figure? It was really outstanding among girls my age, making me afraid to walk with my chest out. Coupled with my oval face and the bright looks I inherited from my mother, I inexplicably earned the nickname "super beauty" at school. Every time I wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt to PE class, I had to endure some strange looks, many of which came from male teachers at the school. Love letters were countless, but my heart couldn't accept any other men except my father. But something unexpected gradually happened. Recently, my father would get erections when we showered, and he would take longer to wash me. I really liked that feeling. I felt my nipples and that area becoming increasingly sensitive. Once, I found myself almost unable to stand up from the pleasure. Another time, when Dad was massaging that area, I suddenly realized that Dad wasn't doing much better. When I washed his magnificent penis, he would let out a deep, rumbling sound from the back of his penis—yes, that was male pleasure. Sometimes we would lather each other with soap and then naturally hug each other, caressing each other. During this time, I saw a strange look flash in Dad's eyes several times—a mixture of pain, fear, and confusion. I think you've never seen that look before, no, you couldn't possibly see that look of someone struggling with a demon. That day, as usual, we ate the meal Dad had cooked, watched the evening news, and I took our clothes and told Dad to take a shower. However, you absolutely cannot imagine that a chance encounter led me through a difficult period. As we were rinsing off at the same time, I slipped. I grabbed Dad's hand but fell to the ground, my face pressed against his erect penis. A strange desire stirred within me because of this close contact with his masculine member. In a completely natural moment, Dad thrust his hips forward, and it slid into my mouth. I instinctively began to suck, and Dad's hips swayed back and forth. He took deep breaths and let out low moans of desire. I felt a tingling heat in my lower body, my left hand involuntarily rubbing my already well-lubricated vulva. Warm water continued to pour from the faucet onto us. I felt my desire rising with my body temperature, my body tensing. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt an unprecedented pleasure wash over me. My fingers moved faster, my sucking becoming quicker and more forceful. Suddenly, a wave of overwhelming ecstasy spread from my clitoris. My body convulsed inexplicably, and my mouth made sounds I'd never heard before. Tears streamed down my face for no apparent reason. I felt so happy, so why were I crying? I couldn't believe such joy existed. Just then, I felt a warm liquid fill my mouth. My father's penis throbbed rhythmically inside, pushing deeper into my throat. After a while, my father withdrew his penis from my mouth. For some reason, I slowly swallowed what was in my mouth. My father looked down at me. I think he saw my tears but didn't notice my satisfied, ecstatic expression. At that moment, I saw shame, self-reproach, and regret on his face. He picked up his clothes and left, leaving me bewildered. That night, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my father sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a picture of my deceased mother, sobbing. It was the first time I'd seen my father cry since my mother's death, and it broke my heart. From then on, Dad deliberately kept his distance from me. We didn't shower together every day. He said I was grown up and didn't need to shower together anymore. I was confused because when Mom was alive, we always showered together. Mom has grown up too. What's worse, we hardly ever talked. The only conversations we had were the unavoidable daily ones. He even opened a bank account for me to withdraw money, avoiding contact between us. He installed a phone and a TV for me—all to prevent contact in our daily lives. I was extremely sad, but I knew he loved me and cared about me. I could tell from his thoughtfulness by how well he arranged everything in our daily lives. Later, when I deliberately rebelled and became bad, I could see his heartache and love in his eyes. Sometimes I would deliberately do wrong things to earn that look and his fatherly love. But I couldn't bear this father-daughter relationship. I love him! I've always said I wanted to marry Dad when I grew up! Why does society view this relationship as worse than that of animals? Animals don't have any concept of ethics or morality. Humans impose it and expect everyone to abide by it. Why? If it were for the sake of eugenics, I could undergo sterilization; if it were for the sake of my reputation, I could remain unmarried, keep my marriage private, and forever be my father's obedient daughter, staying by his side until he dies. However, all of this became distant because of my father's indifferent attitude. Sometimes I hated his indecisiveness, hated that he couldn't love me properly. So, starting in my third year of junior high, I began to escape this pain in another way. I rebelled, and I ignored my father, even though I loved him from the bottom of my heart. My temper worsened, my studies depended on my mood, and I skipped classes. I went from a model student, a well-behaved girl, to a rebellious and withdrawn student, my grades fluctuating wildly. Fortunately, because of my strong foundation in the first two years, I managed to get into the girls' high school named after the local area (my first choice). In high school, my emotions became even more unstable, especially after my father started seeing Ya-Chi. Because Ya-Chi often came to our house and chatted and laughed with my father, my mood plummeted. I even started smoking and skipping classes. Not long after I entered my second year of high school, I skipped class one lunch break and went home. I found my dad's car was still there, seemingly at home. I was used to opening the door myself without telling him. I quietly unlocked the door and went inside, only to find another pair of women's shoes. I quietly approached my father's bedroom. The door wasn't closed tightly, and my dad, of course, didn't expect me to come back. I saw the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed, passionately kissing. I guessed they must have used their lunch break to rush back from their nearby workplace to do this. Seeing this, I was filled with rage, cursing the two of them in my heart. How could they do this to me? Although I was angry, I still watched their progress intently. I saw my dad kissing Yaqi continuously and slowly removing the buttons from her loose clothes. Aunt Yaqi seemed very shy, but in the end, my dad stripped her naked. Only then did I see that a devilish figure was hidden under the loose clothes. Yaqi's figure was so good; her fair, round buttocks and perky breasts were what every man dreamed of. Dad made Yaqi lie down, burying his head between her legs to taste her sweet nectar, while his hands, one on each breast, were busy fiddling with her nipples. Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes half-closed, and she frequently let out intoxicating moans. Although I was angry, I also felt a strange excitement, imagining myself as Yaqi, letting my father invade me at will. Unconsciously, my lower body began to itch.I couldn't resist gently rubbing it with my hand, only to find it was already overflowing. Since my father's attitude changed, I hadn't thought about this kind of thing, but now, this stimulation was unbearable. At that moment, my father stood up and asked Yaqi to take his erect penis into her mouth. Yaqi gently and softly took it in, spitting it out and sucking it in again, sometimes quickly circling the glans with her tongue, her right hand stroking it, while her left hand was also busy gently caressing her testicles. This scene reminded me of when I gave my father oral sex, and my lust intensified. "Give it to me, Yaqi," Dad said. Yaqi spat out his penis and said, "But I'm scared..." "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." Later I learned that they had been secretly meeting for a long time, but I had caught them having sex for the first time, and Yaqi was a virgin. Dad laid her down on the bed and placed a pillow under Yaqi's buttocks, making her genitals clearly visible. He kissed her beautiful, moist vulva, then raised his erect penis and rubbed it against her vulva. Yaqi swayed her head from side to side and said, "You're so hot down there, it feels so good!" Seeing the opportunity, Dad aimed at her secret opening and thrust hard. A soft cry escaped his lips as his penis disappeared into her plump labia. Dad, who hadn't experienced the tight, warm vagina in so long, couldn't resist the urge to thrust wildly, but the gentle Dad restrained himself, softly asking, "Does it hurt?" "It hurts!" Dad stopped moving, his hands continuing to caress her, his mouth kissing her incessantly. "You can try moving," Yaqi suggested after a while, her desire rising. Dad slowly began to move. I could clearly see some clear fluid and red streaks of blood flowing from their point of contact. Each of Dad's thrusts felt like a powerful blow to my heart. Unconsciously, I quickened my finger movements to match Dad's increasingly rapid rhythm. Our tongues were still intertwined, our bodies tightly embracing. Yaqi's legs gripped Dad's swaying waist tightly, her hands clutching his back. I could clearly see the scratches on his back. Although it was just a simple movement, it contained boundless passion, including mine. After two or three hundred thrusts, Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and her moans, which had been deliberately suppressed, became spontaneous and captivating. I thought she was reaching her climax because she began to emit hysterical moans, her entire body tense as she gripped Dad's body, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Dad also thrust with all his might. At this moment, I was also about to reach my climax, but then Dad suddenly cried out, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Oh! Xiaowei!" and ejaculated all his semen into Yaqi's uterus. My father's calls interrupted my climax, because "Xiao Wei" was my name. I was jolted, thinking he had seen me, but no, there was no sign that he had discovered my peeping. Yaqi clearly heard those words. After recovering from her climax, she tenderly licked my father's penis clean with her tongue while asking, "Who did you just call?" She knew perfectly well that Xiao Wei was my name. I anxiously awaited her answer. "Yaqi, I can't lie to you. I just called my daughter's name. I've always loved this daughter deeply, just like I loved my deceased wife. For the past few years, I've deliberately hidden my feelings, hoping to give her a normal space to grow up. Unexpectedly, I lost control of my emotions and called out the name my heart calls out to every day. I know you might not be able to accept it, but I can't lie to you. I'm sorry, I might be a pervert." Hearing this, I was already in tears. "Don't say that. I know how you feel. I have the same feelings for my deceased father. I always thought he was the best man in the world, which is why I've never had a boyfriend. Until I met you, your personality and temperament are just like my father's, I was instantly captivated by you. I can accept that you love your daughter, as long as you don't mind me. I also want to spend my life with you, who is like my father." Ya-Chi cried as she spoke, and she cried even louder at the last sentence. At this moment, I finally couldn't help but sob as well. The love and desire that had been buried in my heart for many years burst forth at once. Dad heard the sound and shouted, "Xiao-Wei? Is that you? Xiao-Wei!" Dad casually threw on a small blanket and came out. He saw me sitting in front of the bedroom door crying, and Ya-Chi followed me out. His voice trembled as he cupped my face and said, "You heard everything? I'm sorry, Daddy..." I kissed him to stop him from continuing. After a while, I finally said, "I love you, silly Daddy." I looked at Ya-Chi, who was standing to the side, a little touched but also a little lost, and said to her, "Ya-Chi, can you accept us?" "I love you both!" she said. I went to hug Ya-Chi and kissed her. I felt like we were a family. To me, she had replaced part of my mother, and to Daddy, I was the embodiment of my mother. That night, the three of us took a bath together. Daddy kept caressing me, my sensitive breasts, my tender vulva, while I sucked on his penis, just like that day. Sometimes Ya-Chi would lick one of my penises with me, and sometimes she would lick my vulva too. I felt so good, I couldn't tell if it was bathwater or vaginal fluid. After drying off, neither of us was dressed. Yaqi took my hand, kissed my forehead, and said, "Tonight is yours." I didn't quite understand what she meant. Then she gave me a birth control pill and told me to take it. I knew this moment was coming. Dad was already waiting in the bedroom. Yaqi led me into the bedroom and, in front of Dad, caressed my firm breasts and round, pert buttocks, saying, "Incredibly beautiful! Even I'm drooling!" Dad must have felt the same way, because he swallowed hard. "Go on!" Yaqi gently patted my white, tender bottom, and I nestled into Dad's arms, enjoying his embrace and caresses. Every touch touched the depths of my soul, awakening ancient desires that had existed since the beginning of humankind. Every kiss made my heart flutter, and my desire surged. The nectar of love had already gathered into droplets, and I thought it might drip down. My worries were unnecessary. Dad gently carried me to the bed, stuck out his tongue and licked the nectar into his mouth. His tongue kept licking up and down my vulva, sometimes focusing on attacking the protruding clitoris. The nectar kept gushing out. I gripped the sheets with both hands, my eyes slightly closed, my head swaying from side to side because I couldn't bear the pleasure. But in order to crave more pleasure, my slender waist kept swaying slightly. Sister Yaqi found an opening and kept sucking on Dad's fully erect penis, as if preparing for the next act. Dad seemed ready, and Yaqi then gently stroked my breasts. Dad first held his magnificent penis and rubbed it against my clitoris. I finally understood what Sister Yaqi had said during the day: "So hot, so comfortable!" I couldn't say it, I could only express it with the most primal sound, "Mmm... mmm..." I heard an incredible lewd sound from my mouth, so soft and so seductive. Originally, I was worried that Dad's thing was too big and would hurt me. Now, I actually hoped it would come in quickly, fully occupy me, fill me, and thrust into me forcefully. Dad didn't do that. He was tormenting me with even more patience. Tormenting? Yes, I didn't use the wrong word. I think experienced people will understand my situation. Just as I was being sweetly tormented, I suddenly felt a tearing sensation, and I involuntarily cried out, "Ah!" Dad said gently, "My little Wei, does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt! I love Daddy, it doesn't hurt!" Dad knew at a glance that I was being stubborn, so he immediately kissed me gently and sometimes breathed into my ear while saying, "Little Wei, Daddy loves you!" I felt my ear was so itchy and comfortable, and my heart was so sweet. The pain was almost gone. Meanwhile, Sister Yaqi was gently licking the spot where Dad and I were joined. This sight excited me greatly, so I pushed Dad's waist away with my hand and pulled him back. Dad understood and moved accordingly. At first, it still hurt, but it was mixed with an unbearable tingling and itching sensation. It was hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure. Soon, I heard my own moans: "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...Dad...Wei loves you so much...mmm..." The pain had long since disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable feeling of pleasure spreading from my vagina. Sister Yaqi, in coordination with Dad's thrusts, kept rubbing my clitoris with one hand while rubbing her own vagina with ecstasy with the other. I felt so itchy and comfortable. It was like being bitten by a mosquito. It's better not to scratch, because the more you scratch, the itchier and more comfortable it becomes. You scratch until your skin breaks and hurts, but you still can't stop. But sex is a little different. There is an orgasm. I was lucky enough to experience the most beautiful pleasure of life on my first time having sex. My whole body trembled rhythmically as if in spasms, one hand involuntarily gripping the sheets tightly, the other hand tightly holding Yaqi's hand, my legs tightly clamping around Dad's waist. I wanted to scream but couldn't; the words were stuck in my throat. At that moment, Dad held me tightly and increased the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly, a warm current rushed deep into my vagina, and I felt so warm. My mind went blank with pleasure, and then my whole body went limp. "Ah..." I let out a deep, satisfied moan that was stuck in my throat. When I came to my senses, Dad was lying on his side next to me, stroking my breasts and looking at me affectionately. Yaqi was lying on my other side, asking me if I was satisfied. I smiled and nodded. I felt so happy at that moment, and as the pleasure slowly subsided, I fell asleep contentedly. In the morning, around five o'clock, I was awakened by the shaking of the bed and the sound of soft moans. It turned out that Dad and Yaqi were enjoying themselves. I thought it was my turn to serve. I put my mouth to my father and kissed him.I mimicked Yaqi's movements, constantly rubbing her clitoris until she reached orgasm. Dad, however, hadn't ejaculated yet. So, Dad lifted my buttocks, making me stick them out high and lower my head, fully revealing my beautiful little hole. Dad first gently sucked on it with his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Finally, he rubbed his warm penis against it, stirring my little hole, the sizzling sound clearly audible. Suddenly, without warning, "plop..." he thrust into my juicy little hole from behind. At first, it hurt because I'd only been deflowered yesterday, but then came an indescribable pleasure. Yaqi had already recovered from her orgasm and lay down beside me in the exact same position, our two holes pressed tightly together, waiting to share my dear father. Dad thrust into me while simultaneously poking her little hole with his fingers. We looked at each other and smiled contentedly. Suddenly, Dad pulled out his huge penis and put it into Yaqi's vagina. I immediately felt empty and a little angry, like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away. Fortunately, Dad's fingers immediately followed, but they weren't as warm and comfortable as his penis. Soon after, I saw Yaqi becoming more and more comfortable, her mouth wide open, constantly moaning "Oh... Oh..." which made me very envious. Suddenly, a feeling of fullness filled my vagina again. "Ah... So comfortable... Dad..." At this moment, I saw Yaqi's disappointed and helpless expression after losing Dad's thick penis. I smiled at her with happiness and satisfaction. This cycle of ecstasy and disappointment repeated several times until Yaqi finally reached orgasm first, slumping softly on the edge of the bed. Dad was now focused on penetrating me, his hands tightly gripping my buttocks. Each thrust made me move forward a little, my breasts and buttocks vibrating like waves. At that moment, I felt a tightness in my anus. Dad had inserted his thumb. Although I felt embarrassed, I gave everything to Dad. This stretched both my anuses, and I unconsciously tightened my anus, making the friction more thorough and comfortable. The slight urge to defecate brought indescribable pleasure. Dad's thrusting speed increased, faster and faster, until we both reached orgasm simultaneously, sending his semen deep into my uterus. Then we cleaned each other's love fluids with our tongues. Yaqi sucked on my anus, licking away the white semen flowing from my vagina, prolonging my orgasm. I, on the other hand, licked Dad's penis passionately, while Dad gently licked Yaqi's vagina. We formed a triangle. We often played this game afterward and even orgasmed from it. If you have the chance to try it, you'll know how wonderful it is. After breakfast, Dad took leave and took me to school to explain why I skipped class yesterday. Dad made up a good excuse and promised I wouldn't do it again. From then on, I was a good student and a well-behaved child again, ranking at the top of my class, loved by teachers and classmates. Later, I was admitted to a national university named after Taiwan. Although my future was bright, I only passed the civil service exam and was transferred back to my father's workplace after a year away from home. The three of us worked and lived together. My father and Ya-chi got married because she was pregnant. Based on the principle of eugenics, I didn't plan to have children or get married, but I lived a blissful life with my father and stepmother. Later, I treated my father's child as my own, loving him dearly. He was like my younger brother. He was handsome and married young to a beautiful woman, and the couple joined our loving family. Returning home was the happiest time for our family. There were few visitors in the countryside, and after dinner, we were all naked. Besides swimming with full bellies, we did whatever we wanted, pleasing each other. Friends, can you understand the sweetness of that most primal calling? I'm not advocating incest. What I want to clarify is that sex should be joyful and without boundaries, shouldn't it?

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