A real incestuous relationship that occurred between life and death

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 was
n'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. Back then, this kind of work was easy to find. There were more than 20 people working on it. It was a "the more you do, the more you earn" system, 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.
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At first, it was only one li (approximately 5 kilometers). Later, by June,
it had become five li. 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 discussed cooking lunch at our work site. I had an
old tricycle, which I used to transport the workers' tools to work. Since we were going to cook at the work site, the tricycle
needed to carry cooking utensils, while the workers brought their own tools.

Here, I want to mention that my daughter, Honghua, was the one cooking at the construction site. After I took over this construction site
, she came to cook, boil water, and so on. Her monthly salary, including meals, was 800 yuan. As you know, in 1999,
this salary was quite high. Later, the construction site became farther away, and many people brought their own drinking water after meals because delivering it was
too far . Since we were going to cook lunch at the work site, after breakfast, while the workers left, 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. It was considered good. Of course, after Honghua figured
everything 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 was 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 . 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 the tricycle into the tunnel. The tunnel was nice. It was about 150 meters long and
about 3-4 meters high. I saw a concrete staircase in the middle, about 10 steps.
I called it "Red Flower" and said, "Let's take shelter here from the rain until it gets lighter." Watching the rain outside getting heavier, I idly
looked . I climbed a few steps and saw a hole about 1.5 meters long, 1 meter wide,
and 80 centimeters high. There was a 20-centimeter 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, Red Flower cried out, "Big!" 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 rain was so heavy that it 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 were already at the very top. The water continued to rise, and we felt incredibly suffocated. I was so scared. So scared.
The water was almost submerging where we were sitting. There was nowhere left to stand. Honghua, without me noticing, clung tightly
to my side, trembling all over. At that moment, only a little light was coming in through a hole at the top. Seeing her trembling
body, my heart ached. I could only hold her tightly, trying to protect her. Suddenly, Honghua started crying. "
I don't want to die. I'm only 19 years old. I've never even had a boyfriend. It's so unfair..." I
've never even been a woman in this world. And now I'm dying. It's so unfair. My heart ached so much. All I could do was comfort her, "Don't be afraid.
I'm here, don't be afraid." At that moment, I felt my daughter was no longer leaning against me, but tightly wrapped around my
waist. In the blurry darkness, I could feel her lips urgently seeking something. 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 only 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 me to kiss them. I kissed and licked her gently, careful not to hurt her 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, sending 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 . My glans felt a tingling sensation for a moment. I knew my daughter had orgasmed. She couldn't hold back any longer. A stream of
semen shot into my daughter's womb. My daughter cried out, "Dad! It's so good to be a woman. It's worth dying for!"
She clung tightly to me. I held her tightly too. And so we remained naked, embracing each other, refusing to part…

I don't know how long I slept. I just felt very cold. In my dazed state, I felt someone kissing my face.
When I woke up, I realized my daughter was already awake. I looked at my watch. [There were no cell phones back then.] It was 5 pm.
It seemed like the rain had stopped, but I saw lightning. I touched the water level. It didn't seem to have risen or receded. I just felt my daughter's hand stroking me
lower and lower. Finally, it was touching my penis. As someone in my forties, I know that when a woman
has
a man, her interest increases. At this moment, I felt very cold inside. My hand touched Honghua's back. It was icy cold, and I could feel her shivering from the cold. I didn't have any other thoughts at the time. I just wanted to protect her. So I put 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, she felt much warmer.
We hugged each other like that for about 20 minutes. I sensed that Honghua had changed her ways. I felt her embrace making me breathless. So
tight. Her breathing was rapid, her breath on my ear unsettling. I could feel her heart pounding. Meanwhile, her private parts
were constantly rubbing against my thighs. My penis, teased by her, slowly hardened.
I felt her gentle caresses, the glans already hovering at the entrance. I was still trying to control myself. Suddenly,
I heard Honghua moan and cry out, "Big! I want it! I can't take it! I want it!" My head spun. I could no longer
control myself. So be it! I lifted my penis, erecting it. I heard Honghua
let out a satisfied "Ah!" I knew I had entered my daughter's body. I thrust upwards again and again, hearing
my daughter's alluring cries. My daughter was also moving her private parts, welcoming my thrusts. [Note: You
can't sit inside. It's too short.]

We were entangled in passionate intercourse. Hearing my daughter's ecstatic moans and joyful cries, we forgot
we were on the verge of death. This time, we made love for over an hour. Amidst my daughter's passionate screams,
I held her buttocks tightly again, feeling the pleasure of ejaculating inside her. After the passion subsided, we
kissed each other because we couldn't sleep. We talked a lot then, but I won't go into details here
. Around 9 PM, I reached out to touch the water level. I couldn't feel anything. I cried out, "Honghua!
The water's receded!" "Really?" We felt our way down, only to find the water had receded about 5 or 6 steps. In our joy
, we suddenly fell silent. After a long while, I whispered, not knowing who I was speaking to, "Child,
I'm 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 pity, "Child, come and get dressed." "

It'll be a few hours before the water recedes. Take a nap against me." My daughter fell asleep soon after.
At midnight, the water had receded, only about 10 centimeters deep. I woke Honghua and groped my way to
the tricycle. The surface was covered in mud. [My tricycle is a diesel.] I found the crank handle,
removed the air centrifuge, and started the engine. I tried several times… Suddenly, the engine revved. It startled me.
I slowly drove the tricycle out of the tunnel and reached the entrance. The sky was full of stars. Thinking about the
past , I realized God had played a cruel joke on us. I took off my shirt and wiped a
clean spot on the tricycle, intending to invite Honghua to sit down. Honghua remained silent, watching me do this. When I called her,
she suddenly hugged me tightly. Only one or two buttons were fastened on her clothes. I felt her
young, restless heartbeat against my bare upper body. I knew clearly. I knew what my daughter was thinking. My daughter 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 my daughter's feelings, I was also very sad. But now it's not possible; that
was a matter of life and death. Now it's safe. I'm the elder. I patted Honghua. "Don't do this, child.
It can't be. 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, let's go back.

" It was already 1 a.m. when we got back to the construction site. 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. We didn't need to get up early to cook. Because of the rain.
The next day , no work was started. I arranged for someone else to cook. Honghua slept all day. There were many people around 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 inward. I quietly walked over 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 at a loss for words. "Don't do this, it's not good,"
she said. "Dad, this is the last time I'll hug you like this. I'm leaving." "Where are you going?" I asked. "To my classmate's place," she replied. "I
'm going to earn money, I don't want you to work so hard outside." Looking at my daughter's tone,
I realized that after what happened last time, my daughter had become much more delicate. I knew that my daughter could no longer be with me.
I sent .

Two months after Honghua left, she 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 voiced my fears and then stubbornly slept beside me.
We did nothing; I was terrified of this relationship.

When Honghua's pregnancy became too obvious to hide, I applied to the company for a transfer to an engineering
project . I took Honghua with me; there, no one knew us, allowing her to focus on her pregnancy and
decide what to do after the baby was born.

They moved into a company-provided apartment, a one-bedroom unit. Honghua slept in the bedroom, and I slept on
the sofa .

The neighbors, seeing them together, and knowing how protective I was of my heavily pregnant daughter, naturally assumed they
were an older couple. We didn't clarify anything, lest things become more complicated.

Every weekend, I took Honghua to the city for sightseeing and shopping, buying essential items for the pregnant woman and baby.

As my due date approached, I became even more anxious and took extra good care of Honghua's caregiver. When it was time to give birth, I sent her...
Honghua was in the delivery room, and I 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 your baby home."

I hugged her and comforted her, saying everything would be alright and she shouldn't worry.

Honghua felt so grateful for her father's kindness that she cried. She didn't know how to repay such a
deep debt of gratitude. Honghua wanted to find an opportunity to talk to her about adopting the child. Her construction project was nearing completion, and
she wanted to finalize the paperwork before returning home. Over the next month or two, the child grew bigger and more adorable. Honghua
lovingly nursed the child, revealing her innate maternal love.

A week before the project's completion, 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 care. Moreover, the child needed a father, and for his sake, there was
only one solution: adoption.

Honghua refused desperately, crying and begging her father to let her keep the child.

I couldn't bear to give my lovely child away either. If someone else was going to adopt him, I'd rather adopt him myself. However,
my wife couldn't know that my daughter and I had another son. So we couldn't take the child back. I decided
to stay here and depend on Honghua, so I adopted the child as my own, giving Honghua a home and
the child a father.

But I found that the hardest hurdle was Honghua herself. Honghua became unashamed,
exposing and breastfeeding the baby. She didn't wear a bra or fasten her blouse, walking around in front of him. When she
changed clothes or bathed, she often left the door ajar, and through the crack, Honghua seemed to intentionally display her
assets , 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 having sex with her to masturbate; during the day, facing Honghua, I felt ashamed for having violated her in my thoughts.

One evening, Honghua confided in him.

"Is it hard to bear not having your mother around?"

I asked. "You don't really have much to say to her. Your mother is a rural woman and doesn't talk much, but she's a good
woman. She lets everyone have their own space, which makes her happy."

Honghua said, "You're such a good person. You make me feel happy and joyful, but I can't do anything for you."
As she spoke, Honghua buried her face in my chest 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 sleep in the room? We'd 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 at night to take care of the baby!"

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 me. 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. Right? You often peek at me changing clothes, right? 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 his, parted.
Unlike the tight-lipped kisses father and daughter shared before, 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 love that transcended life and death,
and fathered a child, all to protect her, even willing to pretend to be her husband and adopt her son. For
her, I would go all the way; she needed a man who loved her and whom she could rely on.

I murmured a prayer, "Bodhisattva, 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; I knew her little girl truly needed him. I pressed her down
on the bed, and we made love, entwined for a whole night.

Honghua was completely devoted to me, offering him her youthful passion, which made me feel that what I was doing made her
a happy woman. I told myself that things could be looked at from different angles; 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 like
an adult's ; 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 good to have a little wife?"

Suddenly, I had a sudden realization, throwing all taboos to the wind, and making merry with Honghua every night in the bedroom, lost in our joy,
calling each other "husband" and "wife."

A few months later, as the New Year approached, my daughter and I were working on a major project. Feeling
guilty towards my wife and unwilling to separate from her as father and daughter again, I said I wouldn't be going back. Unexpectedly, my wife, worried about us, came to
visit. I had to sleep in separate rooms from my daughter and wife, and my youngest son was sent to stay with someone else. Fortunately, my wife only
stayed for three days, and being quiet, she rarely went out. We managed to keep it a secret.

One day, as my wife entered the house, 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 beautiful, just joking."

My wife said "Oh," and went back inside, embarrassed.

I was thrilled. It seemed everyone around me considered Honghua my woman, and my wife had become
my mother-in-law . But my wife 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 would be
finished, and my baby's happiness would be ruined too. So, I've been anxious these past few days, plotting my next move.

Honghua comforted me, telling me to remain calm and wait for the right moment. So, we made some preparations together,
taking down the affectionate photos from the bedside table, tidying up the wardrobe and drawers, and then we smiled at each other. Who would look through these private things?

The next day, when I returned home, Zongmin and Mi Xue were already there, chatting happily with Honghua. They've always been
good siblings, and Honghua kept reporting on how she'd been doing since we last met. I was restless and uneasy,
afraid that naive Honghua might let something slip and arouse their suspicion.

Honghua went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and the family was reunited; they should have been very happy. I remained silent, feeling awkward and awkward.
After dinner, while Honghua washed the dishes, Zongmin and Mixue talked about their families. His wife had taken good care of them at home,
but Mixue was divorced and now lived in her hometown. She didn't say why they divorced.

After washing the dishes, Honghua came out of the kitchen and sat next to me. We chatted for a while longer; it was already
late. Honghua suggested that Zongmin and Mixue must be tired after a long day's travel and should get some rest. As
the lady 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 very 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 her clothes, lifted the bedspread, and got into bed naked,
snuggling up to me. We'd been sleeping in the same bed for a year, and I'd never felt it was so cramped, with no room to turn around.
Mingming's body wriggled, her thighs rubbing against mine, demanding 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 went in. 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 feel so 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 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 neckline.

"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 a stranger, 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 his sister on the bed, talking about women.
Whispers broke out between us.

"Sister, you're so well-preserved! You're over thirty and still so beautiful." As soon as I sat on the edge of the bed, my younger sister
couldn't help but "complain."

"Hehe, of course! I use several good skincare products every day, so of course I do
n't age 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 school, I'm definitely
the .

"Sister, where's your husband? Off on another business trip?"

"Yeah, you know my husband? He's away on business trips most of the year. Last year, it was just me and my daughter for
Chinese New Year . And now we're divorced." Saying this, I felt a pang of sadness.
My sister-in-law, not my daughter.

"Ah~, if that's the case, 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 struck a chord with me. 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 excited, 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 know, I'm all alone. How can I manage?" Seeing there was no escaping it, I had no choice but to answer
her question irritably. 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."
The 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 stand it. 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 hadn't heard me clearly, she
stammered in response.

Two women together always have endless topics to discuss, especially two sisters. We talked about everything
under the sun , and the pleasant time seemed to fly by. 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. Even though 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 completely unconcerned.

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, little sister, Dad and I are
going to bed ." After saying that, my younger sister left the room. A little while later, I heard the sound of the door closing in the next room.
Not long after, my younger 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, my head felt like it 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 firmly pressed apart by her father's arms. Beneath her pale 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, sometimes he would suckle like a baby nursing from its mother, desperately sucking the love juice flowing from her
vulva , making loud "slurping" sounds.

"Ah!...Good daddy...Oh...Dear husband...Daughter's...good daddy...you...use..."
"...Harder...a little...it's okay...ah...yes...just like that...oh...oh...
my daughter 's...cunt...is so...itchy...oh...oh...harder...a little...ah...ah
..." My sister on the bed had completely transformed into a slut, her face flushed, her breath coming in rapid
gasps, her legs trembling with extreme excitement, her body swaying hotly, her cunt gushing with
waves of lustful fluid, involuntarily moaning.

And her father, without hesitation, swallowed all of her lustful fluid!

Everything before my eyes completely confirmed my suspicions. My only sister was having sex with her own father! The one
having sex with my sister was her own biological father!

The unbearable moans of my sister echoed softly in my ears. Gazing at my sister's wanton
expression on the bed, as if she were possessed, and her delicate body trembling slightly from extreme stimulation, I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, and
my vagina began to secrete a wet, sticky fluid. "Can making love with my own father really feel this
good?" I wondered, secretly slipping my hand inside my underwear and stroking my tightly closed
vulva with my fingers. I recounted my past: after more than a year of marriage, we still hadn't conceived.
Urged by our elders, we went to the hospital for checkups, only to discover the problem lay with my husband—he suffered from
varicocele, causing abnormal semen and infertility.

Since then, I had accompanied him everywhere seeking medical treatment. My parents, seeing our repeated visits to doctors with no
results, grew increasingly anxious. The Qin family was highly respected and wealthy in the area; if word got out
, they would lose face. After much deliberation, they came up with a terrible idea.

One morning in March 2008, Qin's mother found an excuse to send her husband out. While I was still asleep, her husband's
father had sexual relations 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 . 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 move out, and the two argued. In a fit of anger,
I inadvertently blurted out that our son wasn't his biological child. The husband was shocked. After questioning her to no avail, he went for a paternity test,
and it turned out the child wasn't his. This completely severed their relationship, leading to daily arguments. They eventually
divorced .

Such a despicable act of incest—why were the sister and father so engrossed in it?

A while later, the sister changed her position, lying on the bed like a female dog's upper body
, raising her buttocks high, facing her father. Her father's penis was already swollen and purplish,
with precum oozing from the glans. He pressed his hands firmly against her plump
buttocks to expose her vulva to his penis. Then, with a thrust, and
a soft "Ah~" from her, his entire penis entered her vagina.

Dad slowly pulled his penis out 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 with ecstasy, her wanton buttocks swaying back and forth.

"Oh...yes...good...Daddy...good Daddy...oh...oh...fuck my cunt harder
...oh...fuck...fuck harder...fuck harder...fuck 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 . 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 into the room, one hand reaching into 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 on the bed was already limp as a rag doll, covered in sweat, her cherry lips slightly parted, moaning indistinctly like
a baby learning to speak. Behind me, my father pressed his entire body against my sister's delicate frame,
his legs wrapped around her fair thighs. His hands pressed against her breasts
, kneading them incessantly. His little buttocks slammed against her big buttocks, the impact of flesh against flesh producing a piercing
"slap slap" sound. Gradually, his penis thrust faster and faster into my sister's wet vagina, and her moans grew louder and louder.
In what was originally my father's room, his panting, my sister's moans, and
the jarring intertwined into a beautiful and dazzling symphony of sex.

At this moment, I stood frozen outside the window, my face as red as the June sunset, burning all the way to my neck. With
the rapid thrusting of two fingers of my left hand, her juices flowed continuously from the slit of her vagina, more and more,
flowing down my hand onto my thin underwear, and then dripping slowly like silken threads onto the ground. Gradually,
a peculiar, fishy smell began to permeate the air outside the window.

Inside, the father and daughter continued their passionate lovemaking, unaware that their every move was being watched by a
lonely, . At the same time, a strange jealousy began to stir within the woman.

Suddenly, the father's buttocks trembled, and he let out a soft "hmm~" sound. Simultaneously,
the younger sister's body convulsed, her lower body involuntarily contracting violently before she went completely limp on the bed,
her delicate body trembling slightly, intermittent moans escaping her lips and nose.

The father slowly withdrew his now-soft penis from his sister's vagina, then lay on top of her.
He buried his head in his sister's breasts, and they fell asleep in each other's arms without turning off the light. Looking at his sister's originally
pink and tender labia, they were now turned outwards, and her plump little slit was swollen like a small steamed bun. Thick white
semen mixed with her vaginal fluid was flowing out, wetting a large area of the bed sheet.

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 soaked
underwear. Some of it dripped from 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 .

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 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, what's wrong with knocking so early?" My sister was already dressed.

"Oh... no... nothing." I peeked through the crack in the open 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 said quickly, with her usual smile on her face.

"Look at you, how can you possibly be any better!" 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, while my sister and father sat 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 .

"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 ! "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 !"

"...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 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, tight-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her sexy curves.
It was a deep V-neck 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 .

The younger sister was initially flustered, 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 are 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 it's harmonious. If you're talking about descendants, let me tell you the truth: my son is also my brother, he's Dad's child.
We've been together for two years."

"Isn't that fair to Mom?" I exclaimed angrily.

"It's nothing. Dad is so capable, Mom isn't suitable for him anymore. Dad is very responsible,
and he's making more and more money. Who knows when he'll find a mistress? 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, she'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, 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-righteous argument.

My father and sister knew I knew about their affair... After the affair, I don't know what kind of discussion we had.
But my father called me again, stating that he and my sister were truly in love, not just seeking thrills, and
begged me to keep it a secret. I had no other choice but to turn a blind eye. Unexpectedly, my ex-husband and father-in-law got
into a huge fight over me and my child, escalating to a very serious point. My father-in-law suffered a heart attack, and my husband, in a state of mental
confusion was also 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 had considerable influence in the area. I had no choice but to return to my hometown, but they found me again, so I had to
hide with my father. And so, these incestuous scenes played out before my eyes every day.

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