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The Budding Flowers

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Title: Everyone has a dark side. I don't know what your darkness is, but mine is
like this: As soon as I entered the door, I heard my daughter's sweet voice calling, "Daddy..." With that, she threw
herself into my arms. My daughter raised her delicate face, her big, joyful eyes
shining with the unique brightness of a young girl. I naturally hugged her, gently lifting her up, and teased, "Oh dear, so heavy! You've
gotten fatter."

My daughter immediately pulled away from my embrace: "Really?!"

Actually, my daughter isn't fat at all. She's 167cm tall and weighs only 46kg, which I think is even a little thin.

"Of course I was just kidding, haha." My daughter turned to my wife and shouted, "Mom, Dad's bullying me again!"

My wife laughed and said, "Don't tell me, I don't care about your business." My daughter giggled,
turned around and hugged me again.

My daughter is 18 years old this year and is a high school sophomore in the city. Because she lives at school, she comes home once a month. They say that daughters are
their fathers' lovers from a past life. I don't know if other people's daughters are this close to their fathers, but my
relationship with my daughter has been exceptionally good since she was little. When she was little, I had to feed her medicine when she was sick,
I had to feed her to eat, and I had to bathe her. I bathed her until she was eleven, until she started
puberty, and then her mother started bathing her.

My eleven-year-old daughter's breasts had developed a shape, and they felt hard to the touch. When I saw this
, I had her spread her legs and washed her genitals. I felt that her labia were also starting to deform and
lengthen. As I gently rubbed my daughter's body, a flood of emotions washed over me. I told her,
"My daughter's all grown up now, she's going to be a young lady. She'll have to bathe herself from now on." She didn't answer. I looked up
at her eyes; a faint blush lingered on her face.

After we finished washing, I told my wife, and from then on, she took over the task of scrubbing our daughter's
back. Gradually, our daughter started bathing herself. That same year, our daughter's body began to grow rapidly. Two years later, she had reached
her current height and hadn't grown any bigger. Her breasts developed quickly too. My favorite thing to do was
buy her underwear and other small items with my wife. When she entered middle school, I transferred her to a better school, which was far from home
. She only came home once a month, and every time she did, she would chatter and be affectionate with me endlessly. Many times, she wanted to
sleep in the same bed as me, and I always agreed to her request.

One winter when she was 13, she came home for a break and wanted to sleep with me again because she
felt cold sleeping alone, and her feet took a long time to warm up. My wife, feeling sorry for her, readily agreed
. One blanket wasn't enough for the three of us, so I shared a blanket with my daughter, and my wife had her own
. After I got into bed, my daughter naturally stretched her small, size 36 feet between my legs,
asking me to warm them. We chatted face-to-face for a while, and then drowsiness crept in.

Around 3 a.m., I groggily placed my hand on my daughter's
chest and started touching it. Since I always do this with my wife, I habitually treated my daughter like my wife.
But suddenly I woke up with a start, remembering that the person next to me was my daughter. My heart started racing, pounding
loudly and rapidly, and my penis became hard—harder than I
'd . I held my heavy breathing and listened carefully to my surroundings. All I could hear was my daughter's soft
, even breathing. I turned to listen to my wife; she was breathing the same way. I tried to calm down, but wicked
desires were growing stronger within me. Thinking back to when I had just touched my daughter's breasts, the stimulating sensation
was like opening Pandora's box. Morals and ethics were instantly swept away by desire; I couldn't think of anything else.
Involuntarily, I slowly placed my hand on my daughter's breasts again.

Through the skin, my daughter's breasts were right under my palm. I slowly touched them, gently kneading them. My

daughter's breasts were probably a B cup, not too big, not too small, just right in my hand. I didn't dare use too much force, afraid my daughter
would wake up and cry out. My daughter's breasts felt a little hard; I knew it was because her skin was tighter than my wife's
loose skin. At this moment, I was increasingly unable to control myself. My hand increased the pressure, and
my daughter's breasts changed shape under my kneading. While I touched both breasts back and forth, my other hand
reached for my penis. My hands unconsciously tightened their grip, and I struggled to suppress my increasingly heavy
breathing. My heart was pounding faster and louder than after a long run. The wicked thoughts in my mind continued to dominate
, urging me to go further. I slowly pulled my daughter's breasts up, my palms now
in direct contact with her nipples. I pinched her nipples with my fingers; they weren't large, but they were already
hard.

I then tried to touch the other nipple, slowly moving my hand, but couldn't reach it. This
nipple was still inverted, not protruding. I slowly kneaded around the nipple with two fingers, and after a while, it
hardened and protruded. I gently stroked both breasts back and forth, occasionally pinching the nipples. The stimulation
was unparalleled , and the stimulation to my penis grew stronger and stronger. I felt a lot of sticky fluid leaking from my urethra.

I was deeply immersed in the stimulating lust, and the pressure from my hands increased. Suddenly, I felt my daughter stir
. Startled, I immediately stopped and tried to suppress my breathing. After a moment, she placed one hand
on her chest and gently removed mine. I knew she was awake. She didn't cry out, which gave
me a glimmer of hope. Since she was so close to me and hadn't cried out, she certainly didn't want my wife
to know. Thinking this, my wicked thoughts rekindled. I mustered my courage and gently placed
my hand on her breast again, but she immediately removed it. I took it back, and she gently removed it again.
This repeated several times until she finally gave up completely and never removed my hand again. I felt a
weight ; she had finally resigned herself to her fate.

I freely caressed her breasts, and her breathing became increasingly heavy and rapid. She pressed her hand against
mine, pressing down hard. Like a soldier receiving orders, I became increasingly intense with her breasts.
The charge. When I teased her nipples with my fingers, my daughter would press my hand down firmly, preventing me from continuing
. It seemed her nipples were very sensitive, or perhaps my pressure was too strong, making her uncomfortable,
or she couldn't handle the stimulation.

At that moment, my wicked thoughts resurfaced. I quietly pulled my daughter's hand and slowly dragged it towards my penis. The instant
my daughter touched my penis, she recoiled as if struck by lightning. I wanted to persist,
but my daughter turned to face me, grabbed my hand, and softly said, "Go to sleep, you naughty old man." My daughter's soft words
made me unable to persist any longer. I reached out and hugged her, kissing her cheek: "Okay, baby, go to sleep.

" Holding my daughter, the lust in my heart suddenly dissipated. I slowly regulated my breathing,
gently stroking her back a few times, slowly pulling down her breasts. My daughter also reached out and hugged me, and we
unknowingly fell asleep again.

The next morning, the sounds of my wife cooking in the kitchen next door woke me up. I opened my eyes, and my daughter
was awake too, looking at me. Seeing that I was awake, she looked up and kissed my cheek: "Good morning, silly daddy!"

I smiled and returned her a kiss on the forehead: "Good morning, baby."

Thinking of what I had done the night before, I couldn't resist the wicked thought again, and reached down to touch her breasts,
gently kneading them. Just then, my daughter cried out, "Mommy, my stinky daddy is bullying me again!"
Startled quickly pulled my hand away. My wife, hearing the daughter's cry, didn't come over, but simply said, "Get up,
you two lazybones! Look how long you've been sleeping!"

My daughter chuckled, "I don't want to get up. I want to laze around a little longer. I rarely get to come home."

"Then let your daddy get up."

"No! Let my stinky old man stay with me a little longer.

" "Haven't you kissed your stinky old man enough?"

"No."

"Then don't tell me if he bullies you."

I chuckled and put my hand back on my daughter's breast.

My daughter stopped talking, smiled, closed her eyes, and slowly enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her. But I wasn't
satisfied After kneading her breasts for a while, I slowly moved my hand down to her genitals. My daughter opened her eyes, glared
at me, and blocked my hand. I remained unmoved and continued reaching down. With my insistence,
my daughter finally gave up resisting and gently closed her eyes again.

I reached down and touched her lower abdomen—flat, smooth, without an ounce of fat. My daughter's lower abdomen felt amazing
. I continued to move downwards, touching her pubic hair—soft, fine, and not sparse. I stroked her lower abdomen and pubic hair
back and forth , occasionally pinching her skin. As my hand moved further down,
my heart pounded faster and faster, my breathing became heavier, and my penis became erect. My daughter turned over,
lying flat on her back, making it easier for me to caress her. I couldn't resist any longer and slipped my hand between her legs,
gently parting them. Receiving the signal, my daughter opened her tightly closed legs. I finally touched my daughter's
vulva; it was wet and slippery. I covered it with my entire palm, rubbing and kneading it
incessantly My daughter's breathing became heavy as well.

I pulled down her panties, and she cooperated by lifting her buttocks and curling her legs, allowing me to remove them.
Now that the hindrance was gone, I could move freely without any hindrance. I took some tissues from under the pillow and wiped her down.

If I hadn't wiped her, my fingers couldn't even grip her labia; they were too slippery. I extended my middle finger and touched
her vaginal opening, swirling it back and forth. Immediately, her juices flowed out. I parted her labia and touched her clitoris with my juice-
covered finger. My daughter's body trembled violently, her legs quickly clamping my hand together,
while she let out a soft moan and grabbed my wrist. She opened her eyes, her eyes misty, and
softly said, "Dad, no...no..."

"It's alright, baby, I'll make you feel good. Relax, relax."

It seemed my daughter's clitoris was too sensitive. I dared not part her labia to touch her clitoris again, but instead
stimulated it around the clitoris. I would sometimes stroke her clitoris, sometimes run my fingers to her vaginal opening and dab some of her vaginal fluid. As
I stroked my daughter's genitals, my penis became increasingly aroused, and I once again grabbed her little hand and pulled it towards
my penis. This time, my daughter didn't refuse; she gently wrapped her hand around my rock-hard penis (
why "wrapped"? Because she only held it lightly, not tightly), but after wrapping it around, she didn't move.

I held her hand and stroked it up and down on my penis, teaching her how to masturbate. When I removed her hand, she still
didn't move. I gently told her, "Baby, move it." My daughter shook her head. "Oh well," I sighed, "
I'll just have to do it myself.

" I touched her genitals again, continuing to stimulate her clitoris, thrusting my hips to
achieve pleasure. But my daughter wouldn't grip tightly, making the sensation even more unbearable. I told her to grip tighter,
but she only tightened it a tiny bit. When I asked her to grip it more tightly, she shook her head again.

A fierce thought crossed my mind. "Fine, you little brat, you won't listen, will you? Then I'll teach you a lesson.

" I stopped stroking around her clitoris and directly stimulated it. My daughter's legs clamped together again, and she
gripped my wrists tightly, trying to pull my hands away. Her body trembled slightly, and she cried out in a suppressed voice
, "Dad...no...no!" "It hurts... ah..." I ignored all that and continued stimulating
her clitoris. My daughter's legs clamped tighter and tighter, her body trembled more and more, her upper body arched, paused
for two or three seconds, then suddenly dropped down, her breathing becoming heavy, her buttocks turned to one side, allowing my hand to leave her
genitals. I knew my daughter's first orgasm had arrived.

After taking a few deep breaths, my daughter playfully hit me a few times, "You naughty daddy, get up! You're always
bullying me."

I chuckled, handed her some tissues, which she used to wipe herself, then hit me again, "Get up and find
me some underwear." I wiped my own penis, got up, and went to my daughter's room to get her underwear to change into.

"Wash your underwear quickly, don't let your mother see it."

"Okay!"

I was just about to snuggle back into bed when my wife yelled, "Get up and eat!"

Oh well, I had to get up.

After breakfast, my wife went to work, so I took the day off to spend some quality time with my daughter.

After she left, I closed the door and sat down next to my daughter. She was wearing her pajamas and watching TV.

"Sweetie, how was your morning?"

She glanced at me sideways, pouting, "No."

"What's wrong? Were you uncomfortable?"

"No, I felt awful at first."

"And then what happened?"

"Hehe, I won't tell you!"

I pulled her close. "Okay, let's see if you'll tell."

My daughter nestled in my arms, closing her eyes. I unbuttoned her pajamas and reached inside to touch her
breasts .

"Oh dear! Dad, your hands are so cold!"

"That's perfect, warm them up for me then."

"Hmph, you know how to bully me! You stinky dad!"

"You brat, how did I bully you? I made you feel so good this morning."

"Hmph, what?"

"How could you not?!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Fine! Then I'll make you feel good again."

I reached out and pulled up her breasts, revealing them to me. Her white breasts
, cold, were covered in fine goosebumps and fine downy hairs. The pink areolas were just the right size,
and the pink nipples were slowly rising, becoming erect in the blink of an eye. I helped my daughter up, letting
her hold onto her breasts, and carefully examined them. Her breasts were so beautiful, semi-circular shapes with upturned nipples.
A small black mole next to the nipple on her right breast made her skin appear even whiter and more radiant.

I pulled my daughter back down and leaned down to kiss her nipple. The sweet fragrance of a young girl immediately
filled my senses . I began to lick, suck, nibble, and tug at her nipples, my hands kneading them incessantly. My daughter
reached out and hugged my head, gently stroking my hair, making soft moaning sounds, her breathing
growing heavier.

My hand then moved towards her genitals, but my daughter raised her hand to block it.

"Dad, no! Really, no!"

Seeing my daughter's determination, I didn't hesitate to ask.

"How about we watch porn, daughter?" I

said. My daughter didn't answer, just gave a soft "Mmm."

I picked her up and carried her into the study, opened my laptop, found some movies I had downloaded before, and considered
which type to show her. I scrolled down a few times and found one, Japanese, also about a father and daughter. That's
it!

Luckily, this movie had Chinese subtitles, so I could understand the dialogue.

The movie was about a girl masturbating in her room. Her father saw her through the crack in the door and then went in and
had sex with her.

I had my daughter sit on my lap, and she watched me while I touched her breasts. My daughter's eyes were glued to
the screen, completely absorbed. When the woman in the video pulled out a man's penis to perform oral sex, I
whispered in her ear, "See that? That's a man's penis, what people
usually
call a cock." She gave a soft "Mmm," her eyes still fixed on the penis on the screen. I took her hand and placed it on my penis: "Feel it, isn't Daddy's cock bigger than his?" She reached out and grasped my
penis, this time gripping it more tightly. I unzipped my pants, pulled them down a bit, and pulled up my underwear.
My daughter 's hand slipped inside and grasped my erect penis.

The woman in the video was performing oral sex, and my daughter kept swallowing. I knew she was aroused, so I pulled open
her nightgown and slipped my hand inside her underwear. This time, she didn't resist; instead,
she actively spread her legs.

I touched my daughter's genitals again, feeling the slippery, erotic sensation once more.

My fingers reached the entrance of her vagina, feeling it contract, her
panties . I pulled them out and held them in front of us, steaming. I spread my fingers,
the fluid stretching between them: "Look! Your juices." My daughter shyly buried her head in my chest
, whimpering softly.

I put my hand back, lifting her legs slightly, and slowly inserted my fluid-covered fingers into her
vagina .

"Ah! It hurts...

" My daughter twisted her hips, refusing further penetration.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Mmm!"

I hadn't even gone in very far, and she was already crying out in pain? I tried again, and my daughter cried out
"It hurts!" "

Sigh," I thought, "Looks like I can't play with her vagina anymore. I had no choice but to tease her clitoris again.

I slowly touched it, circling it repeatedly. My daughter was also slowly and
awkwardly . I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I immediately removed her hand.

I made my daughter stand up, took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, squatted down, and looked at my daughter's genitals.

Soft pubic hair, pale yellow and curled below her abdomen. I spread my daughter's legs, and her genitals
were presented in front of me. Pink labia, tightly closed. The labia hadn't fully opened yet, there were no wrinkles,
it looked like tender flesh, and the vaginal opening was still concave. I parted it and saw that the vaginal opening was small and tightly closed. No wonder she cried out in pain as soon as I inserted my finger, it seems my daughter hasn't fully developed yet .
The vaginal fluid that flowed out covered her entire genitals,
and because of my caresses, some of it also got on her pubic hair, a few strands stuck together.

I carried her to the bed, parted her legs, and brought my head to her genitals to kiss her.

Her genitals smelled slightly sweet, but also had a lewd, musky odor, probably
because she hadn't been washed that morning.

My tongue started at the vaginal opening and slowly moved upwards, until I reached her clitoris, at which point her body trembled.
Once, I put my mouth to her vaginal opening and sucked out her vaginal fluid. It was sticky, but it
didn't . With each suck, her lower abdomen would twitch slightly.

After sucking her fluid a few times, my tongue began to focus on her clitoris, and she started moaning
. Her low moans aroused me even more, and I worked hard on her clitoris. I
used all my skills from previous years, and her moans grew louder and louder, her body trembling. She
reached out and pressed my head against her vulva. I pulled my hand away and looked up at her, asking, "Baby, does it feel good?"

She nodded, "Mmm!"

"How about compared to fingers?"

"More comfortable than fingers.

" Hearing this, I took off my pants, and my penis, freed from its confinement, immediately stood erect. I
carefully wiped the fluid from my glans, removing any semen that had involuntarily leaked out. My daughter saw me holding my penis and bringing it to
her vaginal opening.

"What are you doing, Dad?"

"Let your little sister get intimate with Dad's little brother, hehe."

My daughter didn't say anything more, closing her eyes and lying obediently.

I dipped the head of my penis into my daughter's vaginal opening with some of her vaginal fluid and moved it up and down along her labia. My daughter started
moaning comfortably again.

After rubbing for a while, I picked up my penis again and gently tapped her clitoris with the head. This time, my daughter's cries
were louder: "Ah! Ah! Dad! So good...so good..." After my
tapping, my daughter's clitoris slowly emerged from between her labia, shiny, having changed from pink to red. It seemed
very engorged with blood; no wonder she was moaning so comfortably. I retreated to her vaginal opening, moistened it with her vaginal fluid, and had my daughter spread her vaginal opening.
I slowly inserted it into her vagina.

But as soon as I entered a little, my daughter moved her buttocks away, crying out, "It hurts!"

There was no other way but to continue playing with her clitoris. I continued to tap her clitoris with the head of my penis, and my daughter started moaning again.

I told my daughter to rub her clitoris herself, and she put her finger on it without hesitation. I took her
finger dipped it in some of her vaginal fluid, and had her masturbate. Watching my daughter masturbate, I couldn't help but
start masturbating myself

. My daughter's moans grew louder and her movements faster, so I increased the frequency of my masturbation. My daughter suddenly
stopped moaning, squeezed her legs together, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her head swayed back and forth a few times,
and after a long while, she let out a long sigh and her body slowly relaxed.

I knew my daughter had orgasmed, and her orgasm stimulated me. I pulled my daughter to the edge of the bed and made her watch me
masturbate. Seeing her seductive appearance, my body tensed, and my semen gushed out, shooting onto my daughter's face.

My daughter, eyes tightly shut, quickly pushed me aside, while I was still ejaculating.

From then on, my daughter learned to masturbate, twice a week. Every time she came home
, she would play this game with me until she turned 16 and stopped sleeping in the same bed with me, but the game continued.

However, I still haven't had sex with my daughter, and she's never had a boyfriend. We often discuss
sex, of course, keeping it a secret from my wife. My wife still doesn't know about this between my daughter and me;
she simply thinks we're father and daughter and should be intimate.

My daughter also told me that she wants to preserve her virginity until marriage and won't have sex before. Because she can take care of herself
and is familiar with men's bodies, I believe she can do it.

Every time I ask her if she'll give in, she always says, "I'll think about it after I get married."

Good heavens! How do I know if my body will still be so good then…?

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