[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 22-24

(V)

Recalling how my daughter lazily helped me up, her limp body, a strand of hair covering her face, her cheeks flushed, and hearing the chaotic footsteps in the hallway outside the door, my daughter and I exchanged a glance, hurriedly straightening our clothes, feeling both reluctant and hesitant.

"Dad, are you leaving?" My daughter had a touch of mature womanly charm as she straightened her hair.

"Dad, I think I should go." Her tone was a little reluctant.

"Don't go, I still have a class, come with me to eat." My daughter said softly, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Is that okay? Your mother is still waiting for me at home."

Hearing my words, my daughter's slightly resentful gaze softened my heart.

"Then Dad won't leave yet." Seeing my daughter's unnatural gait, I asked worriedly, "What's wrong?" After

taking a few steps, my daughter turned back and smiled charmingly, "It's all because of you." Saying that, she pouted and walked out, her hand constantly pulling her pants down from her crotch. I knew that my daughter must be completely wet down there. Ugh… this damn alarm clock rang of all times, but just when I was about to touch my daughter, it went off.

“Tingting!”

“Hmm…” My daughter stopped.

“Are you all wet?” I asked teasingly, my inner struggle obvious.

“No!” she blurted out.

“Then come here, let me try.”

“No!” she said, but her body wouldn’t move.

I tactfully went over, knowing full well that women are petty, and my daughter, at such a young age, was no exception. I glanced at the door, still worried someone might come in. I gently hugged her again, then playfully touched her.

“Oh, it’s gone, Dad…”

“Gone? What’s this? It’s all wet.” I touched her crotch through her pants; a damp patch was visible through her underwear.

“You’re so annoying!” My daughter blushed, embarrassed by being exposed. But she couldn’t hide a hint of joy.

I nestled close to her, my hand lingering there reluctantly.

“Tingting,”

“Hmm…?”

“Are you being horny?”

“Dad…” my daughter protested, ashamed and indignant.

"Still being stubborn? If you weren't wanting to get wet, why are you all wet?" I felt a little shameless facing my daughter.

"Dad... how can you say that about your daughter?" My daughter looked unhappy.

I lovingly scanned her face. "Okay, it's not that you're wanting to get wet, it's that you miss Daddy, okay?"

"I don't miss him at all!" my daughter said stubbornly.

"If you don't miss Daddy, then who do you miss?" I greedily stroked her wet cleavage.

"I won't tell you!" my daughter said coyly, blinking her eyes, which was incredibly alluring.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know." I pressed my hand against her through her pants, feeling the wetness there. "My Tingting is missing men, she knows she's missing men."

"Nonsense! I'm not coming with you anymore, I'm going to class." My daughter gently pushed me away and fled from the dormitory.

I savored my daughter's words and actions over and over again, slowly appreciating her every smile and frown, and countless happiness welled up in my heart. I even found myself flirting and teasing my own daughter again and again.

Standing at the school gate, seeing the sun was already high in the sky—a custom still prevalent in the countryside—I figured my daughter would be out of school soon. After wandering around for a bit, I'd already spotted a rather secluded little restaurant. I went in and chatted with the owner, feeling uneasy, afraid he'd notice something.

Standing by the counter, my eyes had already darted to the far end of the corridor, even planning where my daughter and I would sit. As I came out, I unconsciously glanced around, feeling a bit more relaxed. My mind raced, imagining how to start things with my daughter: holding hands first, or going straight for a hug and a kiss? With so many people around, we might get caught.

Should I lock the door as soon as we went in? What about the waiters bringing the food?

Well, we'd eat first, then lock the door after the food arrived, then I'd watch my daughter eat, encourage her to eat, kiss her, and maybe even touch her breasts. Once she was comfortable, I'd pull her close, or if no one was around, I'd hold her on my lap and touch her nipples.

By then, people would probably start arriving one after another. I might see a crowd of people reflected in the windowpanes, or even their shadows through the stained glass. Doing *that* was definitely out of the question. Maybe I could go to the wheat field, but the waist-high wheat wouldn't offer much cover, and standing there would surely get me spotted. Lying on the ground might work, but most wheat fields were too close to the roadside, and too far away—there wasn't enough time.

My heart pounded with anxiety, and before I knew it, I was back at the school gate. The old man guarding the gate, seeing me pacing back and forth, smiled and greeted me, "Waiting for your daughter?" "

Oh." My heart skipped a beat, and I almost bumped into him. Looking up, I saw it was the old man and hurriedly replied. I didn't want him to see me, but I couldn't avoid it; the school gate was bare.

"Daughter's eating?" the old man said enviously.

"Oh, yes, she's eating."

Those words made my heart race again. My daughter had eaten my egg in the dormitory, but I had eaten her meat dumpling.

"Then why..." the old man pressed.

"Oh, her mother asked me to buy her some clothes, but I don't know how. I thought I'd wait until she gets out of school so we could go together," I said dismissively.

"That's true," the old man knew I was telling the truth; what kind of old man buys clothes for his daughter?

Looking at the old man's honest face, I suddenly felt a little ashamed.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" I blurted out, thinking to myself.

"Two girls. The older one went to work in the south, and the younger one is in graduate school."

"Do they come to see you often?"

"Not often, but they're quite filial. They often send me money." The old man looked happy.

Sigh! He's so happy just because they send some money. If he knew about my relationship with my daughter, he'd be green with envy.

Just as I was about to ask another question, I suddenly heard my daughter's voice. "Dad..." Seeing the old man talking to me, she suddenly blushed and lowered her head, saying, "The teacher said the Education Bureau is coming to inspect this afternoon, and we need to clean up the area at noon."

My heart sank like a bucket of cold water; all my hopes vanished instantly.

"Th-th-that..." I stammered, about to ask another question. My daughter had already run quite a distance. Perhaps because the gatekeeper was present, I was too embarrassed to say much. Watching her retreating figure, I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness and disappointment.

"Your daughter is so beautiful!" The old man's eyes followed her back. When he saw me turn around, he chuckled. "She's just a little shy."

I smiled awkwardly in return.

"Go back and buy her some more. You've made a wasted trip."

The old man was quite considerate; a wasted trip was fine. I quickly said goodbye to him and rode off on my bike.

(VI)

I returned home listlessly and left my bike aside. Hearing the noise, my wife quickly came out. "You're back?" she asked, handing me a towel. "Quickly wipe your face." Seeing my unhappy expression, she smiled and asked, "Didn't you see your daughter?"

"I saw her," I replied curtly, without taking the towel, and went inside.

"What's wrong? Did your daughter upset you? We haven't seen each other for days, we haven't had a chance to kiss." My wife chuckled, and seeing that I still didn't speak, she tugged at me, "Haven't you been affectionate with her?"

Seeing my wife's humble expression, knowing she had been trying to bring my daughter and me together, and not wanting to hurt her feelings, I said, "With so many people around, how could I..."

I wanted to say something but held back. Actually, that wasn't the reason. If it weren't for that damned Education Bureau, perhaps my daughter and I would have already done it in that restaurant. Of course, I couldn't tell my wife this.

"That's true," my wife said awkwardly. "You'll be back soon, don't hold it in."

I had been lying in bed all morning, feeling restless. In the afternoon, my wife suddenly came in with tears in her eyes and sat down beside me, sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I gently put my arm around her shoulder, thinking she was still worried about me.

"Her...her uncle was in a car accident."

"What did you say?" I sat up abruptly, staring at my wife.

My wife looked up, cautiously, "My sister-in-law sent word that her uncle was hit by a car yesterday and is in the clinic."

"When did you find out?" I got out of bed anxiously, and my wife quickly grabbed my shoes.

"This morning."

"Why did it take you so long to tell me?" I glared at her fiercely.

My wife murmured, "You seem upset."

Oh, this silly woman. He's still my sister's husband, and our daughter's situation is just a matter of time.

"How are you?" Looking at my sister's weary face, I felt a pang of unease. My brother-in-law lay on the hospital bed, his legs wrapped in bandages. "

It's nothing, the doctor said his left leg is fractured, he needs six months of rest." I could still vaguely see tear tracks on my sister

's face. Standing behind my sister, I felt terrible. If I had come this morning, I might have been able to help. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, he was in a lot of pain last night, he just fell asleep." My sister tried to get up to pour me some water, but I held her shoulder. "Let your sister-in-law come." My wife had bought fruit at the stall by the gate when she came, and I was in a hurry to see my sister, so I didn't wait for her. Just then, I stepped inside.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." My wife put down the fruit and quickly picked up the kettle. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." My sister seemed relieved to see her family.

"I only found out this afternoon, and I couldn't help at all. You've been through so much alone."

"Sigh, when I first arrived, I was completely lost and left everything to the doctor. I only remembered to send you a message after things calmed down and were settled." The two women met and, having nothing to worry about, started chatting.

My brother-in-law was on rest time, so I couldn't talk to him. I had to go to the doctor to find out what was going on.

When I came back, I heard my sister-in-law and her husband whispering to each other.

"You didn't get involved with anything else, did you?" my wife asked, looking at my sister-in-law.

"Who knows now?" My sister-in-law's worry was evident.

"Sigh, please don't let anything else happen." My wife was clearly implying something.

The two were silent for a while, then my sister-in-law suddenly asked softly, "Do you and your brother still have that kind of thing?"

My wife didn't answer, and after a while, she said, "I don't have that anymore, and I don't have that desire anymore. Your brother..." My sister-in-law, being experienced, obviously understood.

"Sigh, your brother has suffered."

"Then he..." My sister-in-law hesitated, as it was inappropriate to talk about her brother's sex life with her sister-in-law.

“Sometimes when he’s really eager,” my wife said, lowering her head, embarrassed but able to say, “I’m so dry down there, so…” She trailed off, and I felt a tightness in my chest, afraid she’d tell everyone about her affair with our daughter.

My sister-in-law, listening, knew there was more to it than met the eye, but didn’t press for details.

“I had to give him oral sex.” My face flushed red.

“You mean…?” My sister looked at my sister-in-law in surprise. From her expression, I knew she’d never done anything like that before.

“Sister-in-law’s here.” My brother-in-law woke up at that moment and asked weakly when he saw the two of them by the bed.

“Oh, does it still hurt?” My sister-in-law and I asked almost simultaneously. “

Much better, thank you for worrying me.”

“What are you saying? We’re all family. Your brother’s here too, he was just here a moment ago.” My wife looked around for me.

Hearing that my brother-in-law was awake, she quickly went inside.

“How are you feeling?” I took his hand, showing my concern.

“I’m fine, just a minor sprain. I’ll be better after a while.” That’s typical of a man.

"Don't move." Seeing my brother-in-law trying to sit up, I quickly stopped him.

"Rest quietly for a while, don't think about anything else, your sister-in-law and I will take care of things at home." I comforted him.

"I'll inevitably cause trouble for you." My brother-in-law was always very polite to me.

"Brother-in-law, look at you, you're acting like an outsider." My wife stood up, "Her brother-in-law, stay here and talk to your sister and brother-in-law, I'm going to the market to kill a chicken."

"Okay, then go ahead." This time, my sister-in-law wasn't polite, and my brother-in-law just glanced at her gratefully and let her go.

(VII)

In the evening, my wife cooked chicken soup and brought it over. My sister-in-law fed it to me spoonful by spoonful, and the two of them chatted intimately for a while.

Seeing that it was getting late, my sister urged, "Brother, you should go back. There's still our nephew at home."

My wife tidied up and said, "Your brother can stay here with you tonight. He can't be alone like this.

I'll take care of your nephew when I get back."

"Yes, don't refuse anymore," I said. "There's no one else in this room anyway, so we can take turns sleeping on this bed tonight."

The hospital was small, with few beds, but not many patients either. My brother-in-law's room had two beds, but one was empty.

"Okay then," my sister said, no longer refusing.

The weather in early May was already a bit hot, but thankfully a breeze came in at night, making it a little cooler. My brother-in-law was a bit tired after finishing six IV drips. After the three of us talked for a while, he started snoring.

"You should rest too," I said, feeling sorry for my sister. She probably hadn't slept all night.

"I'm fine, you go to sleep first, brother."

"I'm not sleepy." Being in this environment for the first time, I wasn't sleepy at all.

"Then I'll go wash myself up first." My sister had been busy for two days, and she smelled a little sour.

"I'll get you some hot water." I got up, picked up the kettle, and went out. There were a few people moving around in the yard, and someone was faintly crying under the tree by the wall, probably because their relative had met with misfortune. Seeing all this, I sighed and felt a pang of sadness. Life can be so cruel sometimes; a perfectly healthy person can disappear in an instant. If my brother-in-law hadn't been rescued in time, he would have died under the car.

When I came back with the water, my sister was lying on the edge of the bed. "Go on," I nudged her.

My sister has had a tough life these past few years. She's had several children, but none of them survived. The couple had argued about it for a long time, but thankfully it wasn't my sister's fault. They always made up after the arguments, and now they were discussing having another one. Looking at my brother-in-law's haggard, sallow face, my nose felt a little sore.

"You should go wash up too." The girl came in very quietly, and when I turned around, our eyes met.

"Okay." Seeing a strand of wet hair covering her face, a wave of tenderness washed over me, and I unconsciously turned my face away from her, but I couldn't stop thinking about her thin face.

I dried myself with a towel and got up to go back. My sister had already made the bed.

"You should sleep with me. Nothing's going to happen right now, and you'll hear everything anyway,"

she said. Her words made perfect sense, and seeing her expectant look, I couldn't bear to refuse. Besides, she'd feel bad if I didn't come over.

"Just make do," she said, rolling up a piece of clothing to use as a pillow and handing it to me.

Sleeping in the same bed with my sister for the first time, I suddenly felt incredibly awkward, and my expression became unnatural.

My sister probably sensed this and went to close the door.

Watching her sit on the edge of the bed, I couldn't help but feel like we were a married couple.

"I heard from my sister-in-law..." my sister suddenly said, remembering what my aunt and sister-in-law had said that afternoon, and feeling uneasy.

"It's nothing, I've gotten through it," I said casually, trying to appear normal.

"Don't make yourself suffer," my sister sighed, "You'll ruin your health."

"I know," I said, touched by her concern. "You and him...?" The question naturally slipped out.

"It's nothing, he takes it very lightly," the girl said, lowering her head.

Looking at her large, blinking eyes, I suddenly felt a surge of emotion, an urge to protect her. "Sister," I said, grabbing her hand.

I didn't pull away. "Turn off the light," she said softly.

I reached for the light switch, and for some reason, snapped it off.

"Brother," she cried, nestled in my arms.

I put my arm around her shoulder, letting her tears flow.

"I know you're suffering," I comforted her.

She wiped her tears, her heaving shoulders calming down. "No matter how much you suffer, it's not as much as your suffering, brother. Even with your wife like that, you still take care of this family."

"What are you saying, silly girl?" I understood her meaning, but she didn't know how much her sister-in-law had sacrificed. She had even pushed her daughter into my arms. But could I tell my sister all this? What would she think of me? A father who took his own daughter—am I even human?

“Brother, I know you're suffering. If you're really feeling down, then… then find someone else.” She leaned on my shoulder, her shoulders still trembling.

“Find someone else? It's not that easy. I'm used to it.” I stroked her thin shoulders. “I'm just worried about you.” Naturally, my sister looked up at me, her big eyes blinking like a fuzzy peach.

“Brother, I'm a woman, I don't take that kind of thing seriously, unlike you men.” Hearing her words, I understood her feelings and gripped her shoulders tightly.

“Good sister, I know you love your brother, but your sister-in-law is really good to me, I can't bear to leave her.” The two siblings curled up on the headboard and hugged each other tightly.

“Brother…” My sister looked at me with teary eyes.

I couldn't hold back my love for my sister any longer. I put my hands on her shoulders, pressing her against my chest, a tender feeling spreading through her.

“Sister.”

“Brother…”

Naturally, our lips met, and we kissed. Gently touching, murmuring secrets, our love merged into each other's bodies. Head to head, chests pressed tightly together, feeling each other intimately. There were no inhibitions, no doubts, just a natural fusion of body and soul.

The girl clung to my neck, and I embraced her back, my lips exploring her mouth, sucking and enveloping her.

"Brother," she murmured, pressing closer.

My hands slid down her back, where two straps jutted out from under her shirt—I knew those were the straps a woman uses to hold up her bra. My hands groped there, then stopped, my mouth searching even more frantically. The girl was a little breathless, but I held her firmly in my mouth.

She almost collapsed, letting me hold her. I gripped the straps, pulling and releasing them several times, desire rising within me, only to be forcibly suppressed.

"Brother... Brother..." Her eyes pleaded in the darkness, a strand of hair falling across her forehead, making her even more irresistible.

This is my own sister. How could I do this to her like this? But she was clearly struggling; her hands involuntarily reached for my neck again. Her chest thrust towards me, closer and closer. I couldn't help but lift her head, "Good sister, brother will go to hell." She didn't answer, just breathlessly faced me. This scene fueled my desire, and my lower body hardened. I deliberately thrust between her legs.

"Cough..." Her breathing was heavy and rapid. Her bright red lips parted again, her nostrils flaring like a mule's. I knew she was aroused. I never expected my own sister to do this to me.

As I took her mouth into my mouth, I no longer hesitated and unbuttoned my belt. "Sister, brother..." I didn't finish the sentence. In response to another round of kissing, I cautiously touched her increasingly full breasts from one side of her chest. These things, which didn't belong to me, felt incredibly arousing to touch.

I ripped off the bra straps that were in the way and slowly began to caress her breasts. The girl shifted her position, adjusting her posture, and trembling, she successfully reached the top.

"Brother," she gasped, demanding deeper penetration. My dear sister, my darling sister, I pinched her large nipple between two fingers. I hadn't expected her breasts to be larger than my wife's and daughter's.

"Ah..." she suddenly cried out, startling me so much that I quickly took her mouth to mine. She realized her mistake, and in the darkness, we remained in that position for only a moment before entwining ourselves again. The only sound

in the quiet ward was their heavy breathing.

Having had my fill of those plump, white breasts, desire surged again. My previous moral considerations had long since vanished. Looking at my brother-in-law snoring heavily on the hospital bed, my courage grew. My experience with my daughter had dispelled any qualms about incest. If I'd already possessed my daughter, why would I care about my own sister?

Besides, my sister was already a broken branch. Thinking of how that man had ravaged her countless times, a surge of jealousy overwhelmed me.

My hands deftly unbuckled her belt and, without hesitation, penetrated her private parts.

"This is my own sister's cunt," I thought, lingering only briefly at the pubic hair before quickly sliding down.

Between her thighs lay a plump vulva, a woman's forbidden zone, ravaged countless times, appearing even more succulent and abundant. I grasped it fully, probing inside; it was wet and overflowing with juices. My sister had already gone limp, only her bright eyes revealing shyness in the darkness.

Having violated my daughter and then defiled my sister, I felt a possessive pleasure. I grabbed my sister's hand, guiding it to my already erect member. My sister curiously grasped it, skillfully yet timidly rubbing it. I knew deep down she still couldn't let go of the fact that I was her brother.

“Little sister,” I called sweetly, grabbing her hand and unzipping my pants. “Touch your big brother.” This time, the girl shyly and nakedly touched my penis. She pulled her hand back after just one touch, then grabbed it again with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“I’ll touch yours too.” I went straight up from her crotch, feeling her long labia.

I pressed my forehead against hers, looking into her eyes, both of us caressing each other’s genitals, feeling the boundless love between siblings.

“Your pussy,” before I could finish speaking, her expression showed a mixture of reluctance and anticipation.

"So soft." After saying that, I thrust into her vagina. Just as I was feeling her width, comparing it to my wife's slenderness and my daughter's tightness, a sound suddenly came from the other side of the bed.

"Xiulan, Xiulan." My hands, which were exploring, suddenly stopped.

My sister Xiulan hurriedly pushed me away, tidied her disheveled hair, and quickly answered, "Yes..." trying to sound like she was in a sleep.

"Brother... turn on the light." I pulled up my pants, got out of bed, and fumbled for my shoes.

I quickly stuffed my still slightly erect penis into my pants and turned on the light without even tidying it up.

Xiulan had already sat halfway on my brother-in-law's bedside. She touched his forehead.

(VIII)

"Do you need to pee?" Xiulan asked softly.

"Brother didn't go back?" My brother-in-law was a little embarrassed when he saw me.

"Brother was thinking about you." Xiulan helped him up.

I quickly went over and grabbed my brother-in-law's shoulder, just in time to touch my sister's hand, which was supporting my brother-in-law's shoulder. We both recoiled as if electrocuted and then let go.

Xiulan probably felt the sticky fluid on my hand, and her face instantly turned as red as if covered with a red cloth. When she took it from her sister, her hands were still covered in the sticky fluid, and she hadn't had time to wipe it off before coming over. The two exchanged a glance and quickly withdrew.

"Brother, hold him steady, I'll get him the chamber pot," Xiulan said naturally.

Her brother-in-law, however, felt very awkward. Having his wife hold his urination pot in front of his brother-in-law made him feel uncomfortable.

"Or..." he said, feeling aggrieved.

"What are you afraid of? There's no one else here," Xiulan said, lowering her head and placing the chamber pot between her brother-in-law's legs.

Watching his sister casually unzip her loose pants and reach for his shrunken penis, he inexplicably

felt an erection. His penis was short and dark, his scrotum wrinkled and tucked into his crotch, looking shrunken.

This was the thing that entered and exited his sister's body every night. "Xiulan," I murmured to myself, glancing at my sister. She was also looking up at me, and we avoided each other's gazes, but couldn't help but meet again. A

series of muffled sounds tormented the siblings. When would Xiulan be able to openly hold mine? Or maybe Tingting would do too? Thinking this, my penis grew erect and hard.

I only snapped out of my thoughts when my sister picked up the chamber pot. "Let me do it, you help him lie down."

"I'll go," my sister said, giving me a deep look.

Xiulan was wearing loose cotton pants; the soft white fabric accentuated her fleshy figure. Under the light, I suddenly noticed a wet patch under her round buttocks. A sudden realization dawned on me—my prank had already flooded my sister's place. Remembering how I'd gotten my daughter wet at school and then flooded my sister at the hospital, that sense of conquest and possession was completely satisfied.

I helped my brother-in-law lie down and tucked the sheets around him. He glanced at me gratefully. "Rest well, don't think too much." I felt his strong hand grasp mine tightly, and with mixed feelings, I gave him a few more words of advice.

"Sleep, you need to recover to have the strength."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the sick man, a pang of shame welled up inside me. Should I give up? Should I just end things like this, without any explanation, after we'd just gotten intimate? I felt unwilling, and it wasn't like me

as a man. Having already experienced the desires of my daughter, my moral compass was almost completely gone, but the man before me truly made me unwilling to hurt him. But would that be hurting this man? Even though my sister was his wife, she was undeniably my own sister. A man who had never had any connection with her could play with her day and night, while I, her brother, couldn't even have her body?

No! If my sister was willing, tonight I would have everything she had, including her heart, her body, and her genitals.

Thinking this, and hearing his snoring gradually rise again, a weight lifted from my heart.

Xiulan tiptoed in, glanced at me, and casually closed the door.

"Are you asleep?"

"Yes." Watching her bend down to put the chamber pot under the bed, her plump buttocks sticking out, that desire suddenly burned fiercely again.

"Brother, let's sleep too."

I gently pulled my sister into my arms. Xiulan silently lowered her head.

"I should make him something else tomorrow."

"Have your sister-in-law make him some pigeon soup and bring it over, to help heal his wounds."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but look at my sister. Her gentleness made me reaffirm my decision. I directly lifted her chin, making her look up at me. My sister's eyes were already filled with infinite tenderness. I looked at my sister like that until she shyly tried to look away, then I lowered my head and slipped my other hand inside her clothes.

"Brother, turn off the light." She was afraid her brother-in-law would see.

I raised one hand and impatiently slammed the light shut. When I touched my sister's arms again, Xiulan let out a soft hum.

Her nipples were large and full, like ripe grapes. I pinched one, teasing and rubbing it. My sister's mouth offered itself, hooking her tongue in mine for a kiss.

"Xiulan," I said, cupping her nipples in my hand, "your breasts are so big." I pulled them together, my thumb probing into the deep cleavage.

"Mmm, brother..." she kissed passionately, snuggling closer to me.

"Let me see." I pulled away from her mouth, looking down into her clothes, pulling out her snow-white breasts, greedily playing with them in the dim light. Her breasts were full and fleshy, her nipples large and plump.

Xiulan lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at me.

"Is it good?"

"Mmm..." Xiulan whimpered, "Brother, is sister-in-law really going to use her mouth on you?"

I didn't understand, subconsciously thinking my sister wanted me to use my mouth on her. Oh dear! Honestly, women love it when men hold their nipples like children, pulling one out and sucking it in like an infant, the large nipple moving in and out of their mouths, their tongues circling every part of it.

"Ah...ah..." Xiulan's thighs were already pressed against mine, her chest heaving violently, her hands timidly yet eagerly groping for me. I pulled her nipple upwards with my teeth, and suddenly she hugged my head with both hands, biting her lip as she looked at me, "Brother...it hurts."

"Does it hurt?" After all, she was my own sister, and I felt a pang of tenderness in my heart. "Lie down."

I carried my sister to the bed, and we lay side by side, embracing like husband and wife, I slipped my legs between her thighs, gently rubbing that area.

My sister nestled in my arms like she did when she was little, then placed her hands on my chest, and suddenly hugged me again.

"Brother, I like you!"

"Silly little sister, I like you too." I smacked her lips, adding with lingering affection, "What brother doesn't like his sister?"

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? We're siblings, how can we not like each other?"

"It's not that kind of liking, it's love between a man and a woman." She said this a little awkwardly, after all, confessing her illicit affair to her own brother.

A surge of joy welled up inside me. I really do have a way with women. I'd just embarked on an illicit journey with my daughter, and now I'd heard my sister's admiration for me. It seems my brother-in-law's accident has led to another romantic encounter in my life.

"When?" I asked excitedly, hugging my sister tightly, my large hand reaching for her bottom.

"Do you remember that time we played hide-and-seek when we were little?"

I really didn't remember, but my hand slid down her loose clothes, squeezing and pinching her plump buttocks.

"We were playing house, and it was Chou Dan and Ping Ping, but I insisted on playing with you..." Xiu Lan blushed as she said this, "Actually, I really liked you back then. We pretended to be the bride and groom, lifting the veil and entering the bridal chamber, but after you entered the bridal chamber, you only cared about playing by yourself. Ping Ping and Chou Dan chattered away over the haystack, and I was very angry. I swore I wouldn't play with you anymore."

"How do you remember so clearly?" Xiu Lan's anus was wrinkled, and I spread it open and gently rubbed it.

"It tickles!" My sister groaned softly and tugged at her buttocks.

"Still ticklish?" I teasingly kissed her lips, and my sister responded. After a while, she asked again.

"When I was heartbroken and teary-eyed, I heard Pingping's giggling laughter. I secretly turned around and hid to the side to watch. Brother, what did I see?"

"Kissing?"

My mind wandered downwards, revealing the undulating vulva hidden between her tightly clenched buttocks. Xiulan parted her legs, allowing my large hand to penetrate deeper.

"Hmm. Chou Dan hugged Pingping and said that we had to kiss in the bridal chamber. Pingping blinked and didn't say anything, but the two of them kissed loudly."

"Hehe, isn't that just a children's game? Did you really take it seriously?" I nudged Xiulan's buttocks, signaling her to come closer. My sister crawled closer, and I could feel her wet vulva.

"But you..." My sister complained a little.

"Weren't we siblings back then?" I teased my sister's vulva and her two long, fleshy tongues, Xiulan's legs sometimes clenching and sometimes opening.

"Then aren't we siblings now?" she said plaintively.

"But you didn't tell me back then either?" I started complaining about my sister.

“Why didn’t I tell you? I tried to pull you away, but you pulled me off. Later, I sneaked over and saw Chou Dan riding on Ping Ping.”

“Really? They did that back then?” I stopped, curious.

Chou Dan blushed and tried to penetrate her, but Ping Ping giggled and swayed her body.

“I’m not coming anymore,” Ping Ping said.

Chou Dan held her down. “People do this after the wedding ceremony. Then they have children.”

“What kind of child do we want?” Ping Ping asked, letting Chou Dan rub against her. “Of course, we want a boy. Boys can be the head of the household.”

“No, we want a girl.” Ping Ping protested. “Girls can do housework and love their mothers.”

Hearing this, I suddenly missed you terribly. Do you remember that late night when I rubbed against you, unwilling to leave? In the end, our parents yelled at us, and you got a beating.

“Oh, I remember that.” I remember the first time my mother slapped me, and I ran crying into the inner room.

“Back then, I really wanted you and Chou Dan to be like that.” Xiu Lan nestled her head in my arms as she said this.

I stroked her beautiful hair, listening to a woman tell her story of the past for the first time.

"Silly sister, why didn't you tell me back then?" I rubbed her pubic hair with my other hand. "If I had told you, maybe none of this would have happened."

"I was scared," my sister said, feeling wronged.

"Scared of what?" I pressed my hand against her, feeling her contraction.

"Scared that you would tell Mom."

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Mom now?" I teased her clitoris.

"Ah... Brother..." Xiulan climbed up to me, "You can't tell her now." She suddenly showed a mischievous expression, which made her look even more charming.

"Hehe, then you'll seduce your brother." My sister was already aroused again.

"Yes, I'll seduce you, and you'll take advantage of me?"

"Silly girl." I quickly stroked her clitoris, Xiulan's legs curled up and then straightened, and she unconsciously hummed again.

"On the day you got married, I felt terrible. Do you remember the day you got married, I didn't see you off?"

"Yes, I felt very wronged that day, and I swore I would never see you again," my sister said.

"I just couldn't bear to see you taken away by someone else." I don't know why I had that thought back then.

"Bad brother!" Xiulan suddenly reached between my legs and grabbed me. "You know I couldn't sleep that night. I got up in the middle of the night and stood in front of your door for a long time. I so wanted you to come out and come into the room with me. Brother, if you had come out that night, I would have given myself to you."

Holding my sister tightly, listening to her story, a surge of desire welled up inside me. "Sister, silly sister, why didn't you tell me sooner? If you had told me, things wouldn't be like this today."

"What would it be like?"

"It would be..." I guessed the most likely scenario.

"I would keep you here, I wouldn't let you get married."

"Is that possible? Brother... I'm your sister."

"Why not? Aren't you my sister now?" I pressed my lips deeply against hers, telling her I wasn't toying with her.

"It's different now," my sister said softly. "Our parents are gone, and I'm married again."

"Silly girl, whether our parents are here or not, as long as you're willing, we can... What a pity!" I said bitterly.

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that it wasn't me on your wedding night."

"You care?"

I sighed and stroked my sister's head. "Which man doesn't care? If you had just knocked on my door, things would probably be different."

"Brother... don't say anymore. If you think I'm dirty, then..." My sister hesitated.

"It's not that I think you're dirty. I just want to possess you all to myself. Xiulan, give yourself to me tonight."

"Brother, take it if you want. I've been waiting for this day."

"My dear sister." I hugged her and pressed her down.

(Nine)

Xiulan's large breasts softly pressed against my chest. My hands were tearing at her clothes. Just as she cooperated with me to pull her pants down below her buttocks, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Someone's here."

We both held our breath and listened carefully. There was another soft knock.

Xiulan hurriedly pushed me away. She pulled up her pants and got out of bed, her expression showing a hint of panic.

After tidying up a bit, I lay down listlessly. Damn it, both times I was about to get intimate, and it was ruined. Is it really that hard with my sister?

"What, are you all asleep?" Xiulan turned on the light as she opened the door.

"Just fell asleep." I tried to look sleepy.

"Oh, you must be tired after a long day. But the patient is still in critical condition, let's take his temperature." The nurse glanced at me as she asked my sister for help.

"Let me see it in five minutes." She left after saying that, and Xiulan sat back down on the edge of the bed, her heart still pounding with fear. Her flushed face looked even more beautiful under the light.

"Did you put it on him?" I asked suggestively.

"Yes." My sister's voice was very soft, and every time she lowered her head, I could see the outline of her white breasts.

The clock ticked clearly, but those five agonizing minutes were truly frustrating. I kept glancing at the clock, hoping it would end soon.

"Is it okay now?" I asked.

"Almost there..." My sister glanced at her watch, then looked down. Through her blouse, her breasts were full and firm, forming a deep cleavage, which instantly aroused me again.

"Ready?" She seemed a little impatient, bending down to take it from under my brother-in-law's arm. Her round, plump buttocks were facing me. I wanted to reach out but didn't dare, afraid my sister would get angry. It was just a fleeting moment; my sister got up to leave.

"Let me see." Xiulan brought it over, still bending down. The scene earlier forced me to lean back, and I saw my sister's breasts hidden under her clothes again. I took the thermometer with one hand and slipped the other hand directly into my sister's blouse.

"Brother..." my sister said coquettishly, instinctively glancing back at my brother-in-law lying on the hospital bed. The scene was too stimulating; holding that drooping breast in my hand made me realize once again what adultery was.

"Don't be afraid," I said, grabbing her breast and pulling it forward, reaching into the deep cleavage.

“I’ll take it over first, so they don’t get impatient.” My sister didn’t really want to leave either.

“Let them wait a bit.” I looked at her lustfully.

“Bad brother, I used to think you were a gentleman.” Xiulan leaned over, letting me play with her.

“Brother isn’t a gentleman anymore?” I lowered the thermometer and ran my hand between my sister’s parted legs.

“Even like this…” She shyly raised her hand, wanting to tease me, but I grabbed her soft, furry spot.

“Shh…” A wave of lust quickly spread between her legs, and she trembled involuntarily.

“Your ass is so big!” I leaned forward and cupped her breasts in my hands.

“How did you know?” My sister raised her hand and placed it on my leg, looking at me with a teasing expression, wanting to touch but not daring to say anything.

“When you were lying on the floor just now, your ass was sticking up really high.” I swallowed, wanting to see my sister’s naked ass in that position again.

"You scoundrel, all you do is look at a woman's genitals." Xiulan's sudden words shocked me. My usually innocent sister wasn't so pure when it came to romantic relationships. As she spoke, Xiulan leaned forward again, reaching out to touch my crotch.

"Brother...did you miss your sister?" She grabbed my hand, giggling, making it look to me like I was soliciting a prostitute.

"Yes," I blurted out, feeling awkward.

Xiulan abruptly pulled my penis out of my pants, her expression extremely unnatural yet greedy as she manipulated it, then pinched the foreskin and flipped it back. I, however, brushed past her high, bulging mons pubis, exploring her thick labia.

"That day, my sister-in-law said she'd give you oral sex," she looked at me, wanting confirmation, her hand tightening as if to pinch me. I suddenly understood what my sister had said before; she had always longed for my wife to give me oral sex.

"Mmm," I replied, looking at her mouth, "She's so dry down there, every time she gives me oral sex..." I said, thrusting my penis into my sister's vulva. Xiulan held it in her hands, fiddling with it, her head bowed low.

I thrust my entire penis into her crotch, sawing open her wide labia back and forth, my hand occasionally rubbing her clitoris.

Xiulan's hand, holding my penis, gently stroked it, her head bowed even lower. Just as she was almost touching my penis, I mischievously thrust my hips forward.

My lips rubbed against my penis, and Xiulan didn't flinch; instead, she gripped it, frequently touching it.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her full lips tracing a circle around my penis.

"I like it, your sister-in-law is very hardworking." Looking at my sister's bright red lips, I pushed them open forcefully, the moment my glans parted her lips, it looked exactly like the image of penetrating her labia. "

You're naughty." My sister said coquettishly, opening her mouth to take it in, "Do you want me to do it too?" Her hand, which had been squeezing my penis, now held it tightly.

"Do you like it for your brother?" I teasingly squeezed between her teeth.

Her hands touched my testicles, she opened her mouth, and with another forceful thrust, I plunged straight into her throat.

"Ah..." Xiulan was caught off guard, perhaps never before experiencing anything like this. Her originally flushed face turned ashen, her cheeks bulging, and she couldn't breathe for a moment.

Feeling his younger sister's oral sex, waves of desire surged within him. Both of them slowly adapted to each other. Xiulan, like gnawing on a taro, circled the glans, occasionally licking the urethra. I, on the other hand, frequently spread open his sister's large labia, my fingers irresistibly penetrating deep into her vagina.

Her thighs opened and closed like scissors, receiving my teasing.

"Knock knock." The young nurse knocked on the door from outside. "Are you done?"

Never before had I felt such panic and shock; I truly regretted my actions. The moment I withdrew my hand from between his sister's legs, I saw Xiulan's face turn ashen.

"What are you doing? Not taking good care of the patient," the nurse said disapprovingly. "Didn't I tell you? Five minutes later." Before his sister could even pull up her pants, the nurse walked in. “Look at you two, you don’t care about the patient at all.” She gestured for a thermometer, and Xiulan blushed as she handed it over, not daring to utter a sound.

She took the thermometer, looked at it under the light, then turned and tucked her brother-in-law’s blanket around him. “Okay, it’s alright.” After taking a few steps, she turned back and instructed, “Don’t sleep too soundly, take turns resting.” Her tone softened as she spoke.

From the nurse’s tone, I could tell she hadn’t discovered our filth, and I finally felt relieved. However, after all this commotion, my desires seemed to have calmed down considerably. We sat silently for a while, and seeing that it was getting light, I pulled her closer. My sister didn’t say anything, just sat there without moving; the fright had probably sobered her up.

“Xiulan, come on up.”

Xiulan glanced at me. “It’s almost dawn, brother…you should sleep for a while.”

“You should come and sleep too.” I gently tried to hug her.

“No.” She pulled away, smoothing her disheveled hair.

"Brother wants..." The aroused desire had made me lose my mind a little.

Xiulan sat there for a while, then took my hand away. "I'll go home to get some food later. You can get some sleep first."

She said as she got off the bed.

"Good sister, it's still early." I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Listen to me, I haven't slept all night." She got off the bed resolutely.

A sense of loss and resentment filled me, and I angrily turned my back.

(X)

My brother-in-law was out of danger, and the ward became lively. The comings and goings of relatives and friends made it almost impossible for me to have any contact with my sister. Although I often thought that I would have another chance to make my sister and me "that thing", seeing my sister busy inside and out, I hardly had a chance to talk to her. I felt cold and neglected. In addition, seeing my sister acting as if nothing had happened made me feel like there was a bunch of weeds in my heart, making me feel uncomfortable.

My wife, as usual, cooked and brought me meals from home, and I occasionally took turns staying overnight with her. But soon another patient joined the ward, extinguishing any lingering hope I had.

I stayed there listlessly for a few more days, then suddenly my wife angrily slammed down the lunchbox and sullenly remained silent.

My sister and I were both baffled. My sister, being the quick-witted one, went over and asked humbly, "What's wrong? Sister-in-law, are you tired these past few days?" She assumed my sister-in-law was angry because of my husband's burden, but instead, my wife said to me, "Look at the good son you've raised."

That abrupt statement left us completely bewildered. "What happened? Explain yourself."

My brother-in-law was also anxious, "Don't rush, tell me slowly."

"No rush, they've already come to the door."

Another irrelevant remark left the three of us completely confused.

I glared at her angrily and started scolding, "How can you be so incoherent? What happened? Explain yourself!"

"So embarrassing!" My wife turned and sat down to the side. I'd never seen her so angry before; she always gave in to me.

Xiulan was flustered and didn't dare look at me. Although I was angry, hearing my wife's words, I didn't dare press her further.

The room calmed down for a while.

The patients in the next ward were watching us and didn't dare come over to comfort us. After a while, Xiulan thought my wife might feel uncomfortable talking in front of others, so she persuaded Xiulan to step aside. Then the two women started chattering.

It turned out that their thirteen-year-old son had been gossiped about at school for dating a girl, causing the girl to cry and refuse to go to school. The homeroom teacher found their son, but he wouldn't say a word and was kept after school.

The girl's parents came to our house, yelling at my wife for being shameless, for letting their son date at such a young age, saying that while we were shameless, their family still had a sense of shame. No matter how my wife tried to persuade them, they wouldn't leave. The neighbors gathered to watch the spectacle. In a fit of anger, my wife locked the door and left, tears in her

eyes. I thought to myself, what's the big deal? Why get so angry? But I couldn't say anything, so I told my wife, "I'll go back and check.

" Xiulan came over and said to me, "Brother... don't cause trouble when you go back ." "I know," I said stubbornly, ignoring

her. My sister seemed to sense this, paused for a moment, then followed. "Still angry?" she asked softly, looking around to make sure no one was watching. "Angry about what?" I pretended not to know, continuing on my way. "I know you're angry about that day, but I..." I stopped to listen carefully. Xiulan started to cry softly. For a moment, I panicked, wanting to comfort her but unable to, so I whispered, "Why are you crying? I didn't bully you." Hearing this, she cried even harder. I could only hold her shoulders and comfort her, "Alright, don't cry, I won't ask you for anything anymore." Seeing my sister's shoulders trembling, I tenderly tried to soothe her, but Xiulan shook her shoulders, refusing my advances. Ignoring whether anyone was around, I gently put my arm around her shoulder and said softly, "What do you want me to do?" "You bullied me and now you want to stop?" Xiulan suddenly stopped crying and uttered these words, instantly warming my cold heart. I hugged her tightly, almost kissing her. "Silly girl, I haven't bullied you enough yet." Xiulan chuckled, broke free from me, and ran away. Watching her pretty figure, a wave of sweetness and tenderness enveloped me. All the way home, I imagined my sister's charming words and intimate moments with her; my son was completely forgotten. I walked home with light steps; the gate was open. Before I could even call out for my son, I heard a long-lost voice that made my heart flutter. "Dad, you're back!" My daughter, Tingting, ran shyly out of the house. I was overwhelmed with surprise, astonishment, and bewilderment. Surprise… my daughter, whom I'd been longing for day and night, was home; astonishment… I'd calculated that she wouldn't be back for another day, how could she suddenly appear before me; bewilderment… I'd just made a promise with my sister, and now my daughter had come as promised. How should I face them both? I glanced back at the gate; the half-closed wooden door was barely a crack, not enough to keep anyone out. But I still opened my arms to welcome my daughter who rushed towards me. I hugged her tightly, embracing her entire youth. "Why did you come back early?" Longing and yearning all converged on the little girl before me. "Why wouldn't I welcome you?" my daughter said playfully. "Silly girl, I couldn't wait." I gently stroked her little mouth. "Really?" I hadn't expected my daughter, whom I'd only been away for half a month, to be so playful. "Or, touch here, I think of you every night." I gestured mischievously. Tingting was unhappy and pouted, "Bad Daddy, I haven't been home for so long, and when I come back I'll..." "Will what?" I glanced worriedly at the gate. "Will be a pervert. Hehe." She said, and then laughed out loud. "Daddy is a pervert, if Daddy is a pervert, he would have raped you in the dormitory." I picked her up roughly around the waist, "Tell Daddy quickly, why did you come back early?" Tingting was a little out of breath from being squeezed, "The teachers at school had a meeting, so I shortened it by a day." "Oh, so you didn't miss Daddy." I put her down, "Did your brother come back?" "No." She waved her hand suddenly after she finished speaking, "I mean my brother didn't come back. Sigh, you gave me two questions at once, how am I supposed to answer?" Her cute big eyes blinked. "So you missed Daddy?" I pressed on. My daughter nodded solemnly and snuggled in my arms, "I, I miss you every night." She said, her voice almost crying. She pressed her head tightly against my chest and rubbed it. “Tell Daddy what you’re thinking.” “Well… well…” Tingting began to describe, but after stammering for a while without making herself clear, she got angry and said, “I’m not telling you anymore.” “Hehe.” I went from hugging her to patting her bottom. The summer breeze blew in from the half-open courtyard gate, making even the grass in the corner rustle. I glanced around guiltily and gently told my daughter, “Let’s go inside.” Tingting probably understood my request, her face flushed, and she didn’t say anything. “Didn’t you miss Daddy? Then tell Daddy what you’re thinking.” At this moment, Tingting’s face was as red as a cloth. She glared at me and muttered under her breath, “Bad Daddy.” “Bad Daddy? Come inside and Daddy will show you how bad he is.” I almost wanted to kiss my daughter, but I hesitated because we were in the open courtyard and people would see us. “Where’s Mommy?” Tingting seemed a little worried. To be honest, I wasn’t afraid of her mother. My wife’s matchmaking brought my daughter and me together today. But what about my son? What would I do when he came back? "Mom's in the hospital." Tingting suddenly pulled away from me. "Mom's in the hospital?" Seeing how worried her daughter was about my wife, my heart ached even more. After all, she's still my daughter; that care is truly touching. "No, your uncle's in the hospital." "Oh, what happened to him?" My daughter's anxious heart relaxed, and she kept smoothing the hair on her cheeks. "He was in a car accident, nothing serious." I told her, word by word, but I was still eager to get back to our time together. "Then...then shouldn't we go see him?" Tingting was actually starting to understand. "No need, Dad just came back from there, and besides, your mother has to stay there tonight." The mention of staying there made my face flush. It had never happened before, after all, I'd had an ambiguous relationship with two of my own relatives. Those days, my longing for my daughter suddenly found its anchor; my days and nights struggling with desire with my sister seemed to lessen my longing for her. But seeing my daughter again made me feel awkward. Are men really like this, falling in love with every woman they see? "Tingting, do you like your aunt?"

Standing face to face with my daughter, this question suddenly came to mind. I didn't want her to

be hurt when she found out about my relationship with my sister later. "I like it!" my daughter said without hesitation. She had always been fond of her aunt.

"What if your aunt likes something you like?"

"Hehe, Daddy's so stingy, I'll give it to her." I was taken aback. "What if you really like that thing, would you give it to her too?" My daughter seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded.

Silly girl! "What if it's Daddy?" I blurted out in a moment of panic.

My daughter was startled, but then smiled happily, "Daddy's so funny, can Daddy take it away?"

"Daddy can't take it away, but..." I moved closer to her, and said with difficulty, "But what if Auntie likes Daddy too..."

"You mean likes him as much as I do?" she asked, fiddling with the button on her shirt.

"Yes." I put my hand on my daughter's shoulder, waiting for her answer.

"Then I'll like it with Auntie."

"Really?" I looked at my daughter with surprise and joy, gazing happily at her beautiful face. Is this little girl still oblivious to jealousy, or just completely clueless?

"My good daughter!" Standing at the door, I lovingly hugged her, burying my face in her chest. For the first time, I displayed a man's vulnerability in her arms like a child. Some say a man only shows his vulnerability to the woman he loves.

"Tingting, do you really love Daddy?" Facing my own daughter, I asked the question only lovers ask.

"Yes, I do!"

"But do you know this love is the same as Mommy's?" I couldn't express the nature of our relationship, so I used her mother's name instead.

"I know, but I like it this way," my daughter said without hesitation.

Looking at my daughter's innocent and pure face, I felt waves of joy. "Have you thought this through? Daddy loves you too, but this kind of love makes you like your mother—a woman who will become Daddy's woman." I pinched her chin, wanting her to clearly understand our future relationship.

"You mean like a wife?" My daughter finally understood. For a moment, I awaited her verdict—perhaps it would be a failure, or perhaps it would fulfill a lifelong promise.

“Hmm.”

“Why wife? I’ll be your daughter.” Tingting said without thinking.

“It’s different, silly girl. Father and daughter can’t…can’t have sex.” I had no choice but to use this explanation to make my daughter understand the implications.

“But we…didn’t…do we?” I pinched her chin, preventing her from looking down, so she lowered her eyelids.

“It’s because we did that I let you know you’re my woman now.”

“No! I’ll be your daughter, only your daughter.” Tingting blinked stubbornly.

“Then you don’t want to sleep with Daddy?”

Hearing this, Tingting blushed again and tried to lower her head, but I forcefully lifted her chin and made her look at me. Her slightly tanned face made her look even more beautiful, and her thick, even lips were slightly upturned, seemingly always smiling.

“Then Mommy isn’t coming tonight?” Tingting asked, staring intently at me.

“She’s with your aunt.” Tingting’s small mouth was bright red, making her look endearing. I told my daughter each word slowly and deliberately, making a clear gurgling sound in my throat.

"Then let your little brother sleep by himself." I immediately understood my daughter's thoughts. She didn't agree verbally, but she had already made arrangements in her heart.

What a clever little thing! Knowing all this, I still asked her anyway.

"Where will you sleep?"

Tingting was taken aback. I saw her lips twitch, then she turned her head away, about to leave. "I'll stay with Daddy."

After a moment of elation, I suddenly sobered up. Raising a daughter had truly been worthwhile. My wife's words made me appreciate the happiness of fatherhood once again. Now I know how good it is to raise a daughter.

I took a step forward, grabbed my daughter's arm, and pulled her tightly into my arms. Father and daughter lay together in a spoon-shaped embrace. I couldn't help but turn her head back to face me, and whispered, "Good girl, I know you love Daddy."

Still wanting more, I asked, "Do you love Daddy?"

"Yes."

Her little breasts, perky and firm, were in my hand. I gently squeezed them for a while, and both of them were clearly breathing. The look between father and daughter gradually took on a deeper meaning, their eyes exchanging sexual messages.

I kissed her first. I leaned in, cupped her head, and with a light touch, pried open her tongue. My daughter had already turned away; it seemed she wasn't comfortable in this position either. The two of us stood at the doorway, embracing, disregarding morality and the bond between father and daughter, passionately entwining and teasing each other's tongues.

"Dad..." A hesitant whisper startled the father and daughter from their reverie. I awkwardly looked at my son standing at the gate, my hands already inside my daughter's underwear. Mingming had one hand covering his mouth, clearly bewildered by the scene. He wanted to shout but felt awkward, so he remained in that position.

Tingting broke free and ran into the house as I turned away. I wanted to stop her but couldn't, wanted to comfort her but was speechless. I wondered how much my son had seen? Had he already come in and witnessed our passion and desire? 02-04

(November 11)

I stood there for a while, unsure what to say to my son. Mingming seemed a little afraid to see me, avoiding my gaze.

I felt like a thief, my heart pounding. After all, I was having an affair with my own daughter, and my son had caught us. But deep down, I hoped he hadn't seen us. Given our position and his angle, he could only see our backs. As for kissing, he wouldn't have noticed if he'd just come in. Besides, my hands were inside my daughter's underwear, hidden under her folded body—it was impossible to see unless I was on the side.

"Mingming," I called out weakly.

"Dad...Dad..." My son looked up at me out of the corner of his eye, his face filled with fear.

"When did you come in?" I asked, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

"Just now."

"Oh, so you knew your sister was back?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with my son.

"Didn't your sister go inside?" Mingming started moving towards the yard.

"Yes, just now, Dad..." I tried to elicit more information from him.

"Why is your sister crying?" Mingming asked with concern.

"Crying?" A completely unexpected question.

"Wasn't your sister crying on your shoulder just now?"

I was overjoyed. This little rascal hadn't seen a thing! I worried for nothing, and I have no idea how scared my daughter was inside. Silly boy! You scared your father

to death! Mingming's face brightened when he saw my slight smile, but he still looked uneasy, avoiding me as he went inside. I couldn't help but laugh at my son's furtive behavior. What's with this slyness about your sister and me?

I patted my son's head as he approached. Mingming gave me a forced smile, but suddenly I felt something was on my mind. As my son turned and quickly went inside, it suddenly dawned on me. No wonder he was acting so strangely, and no wonder he hadn't discovered my secret with my daughter. He had something to hide and was afraid of me.

"Mingming." My responsibility as a father made me abandon my momentary thoughts of pleasure.

Mingming stopped abruptly.

"Come here."

He looked at me obediently and pitifully.

"Is there something you're hiding from Dad?"

The son lowered his head and didn't speak.

I had originally wanted to yell at him when I got back, but thinking about my behavior earlier, I wondered where my anger would come from. A father having an affair with his daughter, almost caught by his son, was shameful enough to demonstrate his fatherly depravity.

My tone softened. "What happened when they came to our door today?"

The son glanced at me cautiously and stammered, "N-nothing...nothing."

"You've learned to lie, haven't you?" Seeing his reluctance, my tone became stern.

Mingming's legs trembled slightly.

"They...they're talking nonsense." His tone suddenly hardened, filled with indignation, and then tears streamed

down his face. My heart softened, and I stroked his head. "What nonsense did they say?"

Tears streamed down his face as he choked out each word, "Nothing like that. They're just gossiping. The teacher even scolded them."

"You didn't do anything?"

"No, I didn't do anything. Waaah—" he said, wiping away his tears.

"You didn't do it, why are you crying? You're pathetic."

"They're accusing me." I found it amusing at first, and seeing my son's expression, I knew it was normal during puberty; that family was just making a fuss.

"Then tell me, do you like her or not? Tell the truth." I was satisfied with my son's response.

My son looked at me honestly and nodded.

Sigh! This little guy still has those kinds of thoughts. It's understandable for teenagers to have feelings for the opposite sex; even a grown man like me has broken through ethical boundaries and fallen in love with my own daughter.

But children still need to be educated; it's a father's responsibility.

"Mingming, you're still young. Having these feelings means you're growing up, but you're still in the stage of physical development and learning; you shouldn't be developing in this area."

"Okay." My son obediently nodded.

"Go back and write a self-criticism, hand it in to the teacher tomorrow." Thinking about my daughter, I naturally didn't want to dwell on it. I didn't know if she was crying in her room; as her father, I had to go and comfort her. Knowing what her son did, she'd just need to be more careful and discipline him more in the future.

Mingming breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up her schoolbag, and went back to her room. "I know he wouldn't have come out unless you called him. I know my son. "

She tiptoed into the room, wanting to comfort her daughter, but the room was empty. A wave of fear washed over her. Had her daughter done something drastic?

It was all this silly son's fault; he ruined my good time and gave her such a fright.

"Tingting," she called softly, but received no answer. Instead, she heard the sound of washing dishes coming from the kitchen.

She tiptoed over and saw the girl she'd been worrying about standing by the sink.

A strand of thin hair obscured her eyes, and her breasts, firm and pointed, revealed a woman's softness, which only made her more alluring.

She hugged him from behind and teasingly squeezed his breasts.

"Dad... little brother," her daughter said, putting down the dishes.

"You didn't see your little brother, hehe." She gave his breast a firm squeeze.

"Scared? Silly girl."

I put down my work and let my daughter hug me.

"How embarrassing! What if your brother sees us?"

"What could he see?" Holding her breasts, I could feel their firmness and their bouncy, rabbit-like movements.

"Just now, I saw my brother come back, and I was so scared, Dad. What if he saw us?" My daughter blushed as she said this.

"Even if he didn't see us, he did. With Dad here, what are you afraid of?" I groped around, reaching inside her bra. My daughter looked up at me, her face full of dependence.

"They've grown." I greedily kneaded her breasts from the mounds of her breasts, knowing that tonight these breasts would be mine.

"How could I?" My daughter replied casually.

"Dad can feel it. The day you left, it was different from now. People say that the more a man touches a woman's breasts, the bigger they get. Tingting, they're almost as big as your mother's."

"Really?" She turned around.

“Really.” I gave her a symbolic smack of my lips. “Is it getting bigger down there too?”

Tingting didn’t answer, her eyes blinking, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Daddy will check later.”

“Dad… what’s wrong with my brother?”

“Nothing.” I didn’t understand my daughter’s question for a moment; perhaps her mind wasn’t on it.

“Then why did you make him write a self-criticism?”

“Did you hear that?” This little rascal, she had been eavesdropping.

“I was scared, but then I found out my brother hadn’t noticed, so I rushed over to cook.”

“Hehe, so scared. Sigh… your brother’s dating.”

“What? Really?” My daughter asked curiously.

“Really, but they haven’t been intimate, unlike us.” I brought her into the conversation, hoping for a little excitement with my daughter.

“What are you saying?” My daughter was clearly unhappy with this. “I’m going to cook.”

My daughter pushed my hands away without explanation, and I saw her turn her back, adjusting her bra. Seeing that it wasn't even dark yet, I realized it was really inappropriate for me to be having fun with my daughter. Thinking this, I felt relieved. Good meat is meant to be savored slowly. Considering I'd be alone with my daughter that evening, I had to temporarily suppress my inner turmoil and let her have her way.

(12)

Dinner was very plentiful. My daughter's cooking skills were getting better and better; she

could easily be a housewife, which made me, as her father, feel especially good. "Mingming, dinner's ready." The older sister called out to her younger brother with particular affection, but to my ears, it sounded completely different. "

Call your son to eat," I said jokingly, sitting to the side.

Tingting glared at me and twisted my ear hard. I reached under the table and touched her bulging crotch.

"Damn it, my little brother's coming soon!" she shouted angrily, stomping her foot, her brows furrowed.

"Whose little brother? Silly girl, didn't Daddy say? It's our son."

Tingting ignored me. My hand went straight up her thigh, slipping under her pants and into her crotch.

“Sister… I’ve finished writing this, we’ll eat later, you and Dad eat first,” the son replied from across the room.

He pushed his hand in, inserting it into his daughter’s vagina from the bottom of her thigh. Tingting winced in pain. “Dad…” she cried out in a sweet, seductive voice.

I pulled her down and made

her sit on my lap. “Hey, Daddy,” I demanded, pouting.

“It’s so embarrassing,” she said, lowering her head in shame.

This position made her taller than me by half a head, her breasts right next to my mouth. “Or, Daddy can drink your milk,” I suddenly became shameless, lifting her hem, grabbing her breasts, and pressing my head against them.

“Bad Daddy, you’re inhuman!” Tingting tried desperately to break free, afraid her brother might come out of the room.

I grabbed her, lifted her clothes, and reached inside, taking one nipple into my mouth, mimicking a baby's suckling. For the first time in so many years, I tasted the pleasure of breastfeeding again, and it was from my own daughter's breast. I grasped the other, sucking eagerly.

"Dad...Daddy..." Tingting clearly couldn't stand my ministrations, squirming on my lap. "Let's eat first." Her pleading gaze made me want to hold her tightly.

"Daddy missed you, for half a month, do you know that?" Holding that breast in my hand, it bounced like a lively rabbit, leaping in my grasp. I frantically nuzzled against her, alternately biting and tearing at the two tender nipples. "

I know, I know. Ah..." For some reason, sucking turned into biting and pulling with my teeth, which my daughter's delicate nipples couldn't handle.

"You know and you're not going to make it up to me? Your mother's not here tonight, you'll sleep with me, be my little wife." I demanded of her, utterly unreasonable.

"Dad, you can do whatever you want, just don't call me your wife, okay?" My daughter was still bound by the title and refused to agree.

"Silly girl, it's already like this, isn't it?" I felt my daughter's breath catch in her throat. My

daughter was on top of me, enjoying my caresses and kneading.

"How can I fuck you if I'm not your wife?" I fully exposed my desire, confessing to my own daughter.

"Sex is a matter between husband and wife. Your mother made you and me because she can't have sex with me, so she made you take her place."

"Dad... Dad... I can't take it anymore." Under my intense stimulation, Tingting's body trembled, and she went limp like a lump of mud, almost collapsing onto me.

How could it be so fast? A thought flashed through my mind, and I quickened the pace. I wanted my daughter to fully enjoy her father's love. I moved my hand to my daughter's underwear, which was already soaked. It seemed that this little girl had really orgasmed. I didn't expect that I could make my daughter orgasm multiple times with just my fingers and mouth.

"Dad..." Her face was flushed like a peach blossom, a blush rose up, and her body was weak and powerless.

"Look at you, you're all flooded." I pinched her cheek, teasing her. It had been a long time since I'd been this affectionate with my daughter. "Is it like that day down there again?"

"Mmm..." My daughter swayed and fell into my arms.

"Hehe." I turned to her side, found her mouth, and kissed her head.

"Dad, we haven't really gotten serious yet." I kissed her and looked at her, but she avoided my gaze.

"You're already this wanton. Tonight in bed, Daddy will have to melt into you."

My daughter seemed embarrassed, her eyes sparkling with laughter, every smile revealing her charm.

"My little brother should be coming out soon, I'll go call him." Tingting then asked for my opinion.

"But Daddy isn't here yet..." The two cuddled again.

"Let's eat first." Although I had the mindset of a young girl, my tone was entirely that of a wife's concern.

Knowing that our son was here and we couldn't be completely carefree, I went along with her, "Alright then, I'll let you off the hook for now, but you'd better serve me well tonight." "As I slid off her lap, I lingered for a while longer, and we exchanged sweet nothings. While father and daughter were still entwined, Mingming gently pushed open the door.

'Dad, sister, you haven't eaten yet?' Mingming cautiously emerged, seeing Tingting still nestled in my arms.

Hearing my son's words, I kept having the illusion of 'Mom and Dad.' I thought, 'Let this little guy be Tingting's son. After all, I've had an affair with her. If anything happens to her mother, Tingting will take on the household chores, and also look after Mingming and me, making the beds, doing laundry, cooking—truly a mother figure.

' 'Waiting for you. Finished your homework? Come on, wash your hands first.'" "

Having grown a few years older, she already seems like a mature woman. Perhaps this is due to my wife's guidance, or perhaps it's my influence." I quickly led Mingming into the bathroom, my earlier shyness completely gone.

Sitting at the table, thinking about my son and daughter's return, I slowly savored my daughter's cooking. Her skills were truly excellent; you couldn't find this kind of flavor anywhere else. It was probably inherited from her mother's teachings. When Mingming returned, he sat down next to his sister, and the two of them sipped their food, exchanging some affectionate banter. Looking at my two sensible children, I suddenly felt a sense of contentment. And a sense of accomplishment, perhaps in another two or three years, the two children will be grown up.

The thought of them becoming adults brings a pang of sadness. Whether my daughter goes to university or not, she will get married. Will she still think of me as her father then? Perhaps after marriage, my daughter will be a devoted wife and mother, and I, her father-in-law, will no longer be the protagonist in her heart. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel melancholic.

When Tingting returned holding her son's hand, a slight discomfort rose in my heart. Seeing the affectionate way her little boy and girl were, I lowered my head and started eating. "Mingming, eat quickly, and then do your homework."

"Okay." My son obediently agreed, quickly finishing his meal before returning to the inner room to study. Watching my daughter clear the dishes, my desire surged again, but I needed to use the restroom after dinner, so I could only gaze at the beautiful things before me.

"Tingting, Daddy's going to the restroom." As I stood up, I hugged my daughter, who was still holding the dishes, her face turning red again. "Give me a kiss first." "

Tingting brought it over, and I smacked my lips lightly. 'Hurry up and get ready, Daddy can't wait.'

I released my daughter and rushed out the door.

The moon hung on the big locust tree at the west end of the yard, and the moonlight on the ground looked like shards of glass. Even the toilet, which was surrounded by waist-high corn stalks, looked like it was covered with a layer of cream. My heart was filled with joy, and listening to the crickets chirping in different corners, my heart felt much lighter.

I fiddled with my huge penis, rubbed it a few times with my gloved hand, and then started to urinate. The urinal emitted the strong, pungent smell unique to summer nights, which made me feel a little nauseous. But when I thought of my daughter's body lying on that big bed, I smiled naturally. Although I had been intimate with my daughter many times, it was always with her mother around, and it wasn't very satisfying. Tonight was different. I could put this penis in my daughter's mouth and then fuck her."

"Hehe..." I chuckled unconsciously again, shook off the drops of urine from my penis, and hurriedly tucked it into my pants.

Only the flickering light illuminated the room, and my throbbing lust filled the air. After searching for a while without seeing my daughter, I quietly pushed open my son's door. "Where's your sister?" Mingming heard my voice and glanced back at me.

"She was just here."

I gently closed the door, applying a little more pressure so my son wouldn't hear.

Where was my daughter? The quiet moonlight poured down into the yard, covering the entire space, occasionally punctuated by the clucking of a hen in its coop. Suddenly, I heard the splashing of water from the west end of the yard. I immediately understood—my daughter was bathing. This little thing knew how to add ambiance.

In the countryside, we use waist-high corn stalks to form a semi-circle in a secluded corner, blocking others' view, so my wife and daughter could bathe in it in the evening. My wife had urged me to do this.

I tiptoed... Knowing that the little girl was inside taking a bath, I felt a surge of excitement. I parted the corn stalks to peek through a crack, and sure enough, my daughter was standing there naked, a large basin of water in front of her. She was wiping herself with a towel, her white body glowing softly in the moonlight.

I looked at her with envy, afraid of disturbing her. My daughter was standing facing me, her small but full breasts erect, one nipple, neither too big nor too small, like a grape, tempting me to suckle. My eager anticipation almost made me lose my balance.

Below her flat stomach, her fair skin shimmered with a soft glow. Her navel was small and round, slightly raised, covered with neatly arranged, beautifully moist pubic hair clinging to her mons pubis. Below that, it suddenly resembled a cliff face, full and protruding yet alluringly hidden. My desire extended along that path; I knew it was the source of my pleasure tonight, the reward for my decade-long cultivation of amorousness.

The moonlight wasn't very bright, but fortunately, my daughter had lit another candle inside, making her otherwise indistinct body appear dazzlingly alluring. My desire lingered in my throat for a moment, then I swallowed it forcefully. My body leaned forward unconsciously, to see more clearly, to see the strange, white shape of my daughter's mouth.

"Clatter." The corn stalks rustled, startling my daughter who was bathing.

"Who's there?"

My daughter's panicked eyes were like a startled rabbit, her hands instinctively covering that area.

I could no longer peek at my daughter's body; I simply parted the corn stalks and went inside.

Startled, my daughter recognized me and let out a long sigh of relief. "You scared me to death!"

she exclaimed, squatting on the ground, panting heavily.

"What's so scary?" I asked, feigning concern.

"She's taking a shower, and you..." she stammered, giving me a disapproving look, "Like a little hooligan." "

Ha, Daddy is a hooligan, peeping at other people's daughters." I stood in front of her, lewdly staring at her naked body.

"I'm ignoring you." My daughter turned away shyly, seeing me staring at her so openly.

Her turned body accentuated her femininity even more—her high breasts, and a wisp of pubic hair that gradually disappeared between her thighs, arousing my imagination.

My hand unconsciously reached out and covered her.

"Dad...can you let her finish showering?" my daughter pleaded softly.

"No!" I pinched and rubbed her soft, sparse pubic hair between her thighs. "Daddy wants to shower with you."

"You go out first." My daughter started pushing me out, "Your brother will be here soon."

Her smooth body made it hard to hold on, and the wet ground made it hard to stand. I stumbled step by step towards the outside.

"Tingting, Tingting." I turned around and hugged her tightly. "What? You made plans with your brother?" I pressed my face against her naked body, feeling the softness of her breasts.

"Dad... what nonsense are you talking about?" My daughter stomped her feet angrily. In the moonlight, a tear fell from her eyelid, I didn't know if she was crying from anger or just a lingering drop of water.

I kissed her little mouth tenderly: "Okay, I didn't make plans, why are you angry?"

My daughter angrily moved away: "Why did you say that about him?"

"Are you really angry? I know you're good to Daddy, okay?" I touched her smooth buttocks, pressing my fingers into her tightly clenched buttocks.

Tingting cried, leaning on my shoulder, perhaps saddened by the misunderstanding of the man she loved, or perhaps because of her father's insolence.

"Your brother is still young, and you..." she sobbed.

“Silly girl, he’s not a little kid anymore. Didn’t you see he’s all grown up? Still dating?”

“But I can’t date my brother…” She wiped away her tears and looked up. This little one actually took it seriously. Hehe, if she can’t date her brother, does that mean she can date her father?

“Silly girl, even if you want to, Dad won’t allow it. You’re Dad’s.” The sticky, slippery crotch was covered with a mixture of soap and vaginal fluid, making her large, fleshy lips look especially soft.

“I’m ignoring you. You just know how to tease me.” My daughter finally understood my feelings, and her words and actions revealed joy.

I had to coax her gently, stroking her treasure. “Let Daddy wash with you.”

I slipped my hand under her buttocks and picked her up.

(Thirteen)

“No, Dad…” My daughter’s soft cry was almost an invitation.

Her smooth body was a bit difficult to lift, so I had to support her thighs with both hands, her crotch fitting perfectly with mine. This position made my daughter the same height as me. Afraid of falling, she clung to my neck, the two of us pressed tightly together.

"Let's take a bath together, Daddy." I'd always heard people who'd been to bathhouses raving about the benefits of bathing together, and I was incredibly envious. Finally, I had the chance, and I begged my daughter without hesitation.

I lowered my head to suckle her nipple, but she dodged away. I tried several times, and it was the same.

When I looked up at her, she was looking down at me with a smile. This little thing knew how to flirt; she was arousing my desire.

"Tingting!" I said in a low voice.

"Put me down."

"No!"

Taking advantage of her clinging to my neck, I freed one hand and pressed it against her neck. "Mmm..." My daughter was caught off guard and I kissed her firmly.

My other hand went to her crotch, and I inserted a finger directly inside.

"Daddy...you're bad!" Her legs lost their support, and her body began to slide down.

I put her down, panting, and carried her into the bathtub.

The bathtub was half a meter high and quite large; I had spent a long time searching the market to buy it, hoping my wife and daughter would have a nice place to bathe. I never expected to use it with my daughter today; perhaps this was a reward for my good intentions.

Standing in the tub, my daughter looked at me coquettishly, feigning anger. Ah...no wonder the ancients tabooed incest; once there's a physical relationship, there's no longer any father-daughter, mother-son, or brother-sister bond.

No matter how much my daughter pleaded, I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. My daughter was still too young and couldn't grasp matters of the flesh; she soon became

breathless. I tightened my grip, lowering my body until my head almost touched her navel, and her buttocks were already submerged in the water.

"Bad Daddy, what are you doing?"

Tingting grabbed my head without bending over. I didn't hesitate; my inner desire was to lick everything about my daughter.

When her hand touched my chin, I was already circling her rounded navel.

Tingting's hand moved back and forth, emitting soft moans, her legs shifting constantly, letting me feel her desire. Her lower abdomen was flat and smooth; tracing a straight line, I could feel the fluffy pubic hair.

I swallowed hard, reaching up from my daughter's thighs, caressing her.

"Daddy...please spare me."

My daughter suddenly changed her usual gentleness, forcefully lifting my head. Looking up, I saw desire spreading across her face. Tingting bent over recklessly, and as she lowered herself, her two youthful breasts sagged, forming a downward shape, making them even more sexy to look at.

"Daddy, take me." Saying this, without giving me a chance to agree, she desperately took my mouth into hers. For the first time, my daughter actively asked me to have her.

Passively enjoying my daughter's love, my hand crawled over the soft, fragrant, bony inner thighs, making her vulva, squeezed almost into a slit, even more prominent. It slid down from above, gradually disappearing into my thighs, penetrating my thick vulva.

My daughter's wet hair covered my back, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Missing Daddy?"

I pulled away from my daughter's kisses, looked into her eyes, and touched her. Watching her expression, I teased her clitoris with my fingers. My daughter let out a soft "ah," then bit her lip, looking completely aroused. As a father, I played with my own daughter's genitals, enjoying her various postures as I played with her. It was truly stimulating. No wonder men like to take baths together; it's a private place where they can play with women as they please.

My daughter was so aroused by my touch that she could barely stand. Her pubic hair was level with my face, almost brushing against my lips. I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to see everything about my daughter there. I spread her legs apart and pried open her labia with my hands. The candle flickered in the wind, making it difficult to see.

I had to hold my daughter's buttocks and move her closer to the candle, then spread her legs again. Two long, white vulvas, even the roots of pubic hair were visible, the tender red flesh, the long, fleshy tongue—no wonder people compare a woman's genitals to clam meat; my daughter's vulva resembled a huge abalone. The tender flesh of her vagina bulged irregularly, connecting downwards to her anus, which looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"I'm so ashamed," Tingting couldn't bear my detailed gaze any longer and squeezed her legs together. Could anything be more obscene? Although her mother tried to bring my daughter and me together, what would she think if she knew what I was doing with her? Would she still tolerate our relationship?

Without time to think, I gulped a few times and pressed my lips to my daughter's vulva.

"Dad..." My daughter trembled and let out a soft cry.

“My dear daughter,” I replied, parting her labia as much as possible. My tongue teased her for a few moments, then I forcefully explored her long, fleshy tongue. Her pubic hair and beard intertwined, tickling my lips and her tender labia. My horizontal mouth and her erect vulva crossed, enveloping and plunging deep into her vaginal cavity. Then I licked from the point connecting to her anus, lingering and swirling on her protruding clitoris, teasing and nibbling, pushing my almost limp daughter to orgasm wave after wave.

Suppressed moans rippled through the quiet night, disturbing the tranquil moonlight and echoing in the courtyard. If the spirits of our ancestors were still present, they would surely be watching our lewd union with lust.

Suddenly, a gush of fluid erupted from her, filling my open mouth. Her hips then lurched forward, pressing tightly against my lips. Without time to think, I knew my daughter had come. I quickly swallowed the slightly pungent fluid. Tingting was completely overwhelmed.

"Dad, I can't stand anymore," she said, her voice trembling with tears.

Reluctantly, I let her go and sat her in the bathtub. "Is it your period?"

"I don't know, it's just... I just can't help it." The girl's shyness was on full display.

"Don't hold back, come on, let Daddy take care of you." I took off my almost completely wet clothes, took my daughter's small hand, and guided her to hold my erect penis.

"Look, Daddy misses you so much."

"You naughty daddy, you bad daddy!" Tingting punched my buttocks with her other hand.

"You know how to torture people like that."

"Hehe," my daughter seemed equally eager, "That's because Daddy likes you."

"I don't want it!" She angrily tried to suck on my penis, venting her dissatisfaction. When she reached the very end, she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Gently, my darling." I lovingly cupped her head and kissed her. "Do you miss Daddy's penis?" I said bluntly.

"Daddy, I want you!" She gave up sucking, wrapped her arms around my buttocks, and pressed herself tightly against me. My penis slapped forcefully against my daughter's cheek. A woman feels a void in her body when aroused, desperately wanting something to fill it. But I didn't want to rush into that stage with my daughter; I wanted to play with her as much as I wanted while her mother wasn't around.

Watching my daughter straddling my thighs, I pried her head open. She looked at me obediently, her small mouth full and distinct. I took my penis, rubbed it against her lips, and slowly pried open her mouth.

"Give Daddy a little,"

Tingting whimpered, taking it in, her little hands gripping it as she swallowed little by little. I felt my own daughter giving me oral sex; the tightness of her lips made me feel the embrace of her vagina. Her teeth gently brushed against the shaft, sending a wave of slightly painful yet tingling pleasure through me—it felt so good! Near the hilt, I thrust hard, plunging straight into my daughter's throat.

"Ugh..."

Tingting, unaware of what was happening, was caught off guard; my testicles were almost blocked by her lips.

I thrust rapidly, feeling wave after wave of intense pleasure. Finally, Tingting couldn't sit still any longer under my relentless thrusting. She slumped to the side and fell into the basin.

Water splashed everywhere with a "splash." We both looked at each other, panting, and then couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Dad... let's go inside," Tingting finally said.

I had fully experienced the thrill of the outdoors; it really was time to go back to my big bed with her mother.

After I gave my approval, Tingting stood up, dried herself off, and picked up her clothes.

But I turned her around. Tingting was stunned for a moment, not understanding. I slipped

my hand between her legs, lifted her up, and made her wrap her legs around my waist. "Daddy will carry you back,"

Tingting whispered, "so your little brother won't see."

"Don't worry!" I gripped my thick penis and thrust it into her vagina, penetrating to the hilt.

"How about that?"

"Bad Daddy, always thinking up weird ideas," Tingting whispered in my ear. Perhaps she was curious about this novel action; she didn't refuse or resist.

I held my daughter tightly around the waist, our hairy genitals pressed together. Occasionally, my daughter would pout and ask me to kiss her. I inserted myself into my own daughter's vagina, taking advantage of the moonlight in the yard, sneaking step by step towards the house.

(XIV)

The summer night breeze was a bit cool, and my freshly washed body felt completely naked in the wind.

I kissed my daughter, inserting myself with each step, and pulling out as I took another step. Tingting was very curious, cooperating with my movements with a soft cry, her breasts trembling up and down against my chest.

When we passed the window where my son's light was on, I bent over, while Tingting dared not breathe, her eyes fixed on the window. The contact of our genitals was only half-inserted inside. As we passed the window, I turned around and saw my son concentrating on his homework. I admired his diligence while also lamenting my own lewdness as a father.

I heard Tingting breathe a sigh of relief. Just as her fear subsided, I thrust in hard.

"Ah...bad daddy, you scared me to death!"

Her little hands pounded on my chest, but I pinned her against the wall, lifted her buttocks with both hands, arched my back, and thrust forward with another powerful pound. My daughter's delicate body trembled, her entire being pierced by my movements.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?" I gasped for breath, feeling completely exhausted, but my daughter complained.

"Who could see?" I kissed her nipple, sucking on it like a baby. "Besides, it's my own home, with my own daughter. What if someone sees us?"

"You incestuous maniac!" my daughter cursed fiercely.

"Incestuous maniac?" I was momentarily stunned by my daughter's words. "I am incestuous, I am incestuous with my daughter, so what?" I said, parting my daughter's labia with my hand, touching my penis deeply inserted into her body. The sticky, slippery joint was a perfect weld.

"Tingting, Daddy likes to have incestuous relationships with you," I said, biting her nipple. "Do you like it?"

The cool air from the wall seeped into our heated bodies. Tingting's hand slowly reached down, embedding itself in my penis at our point of contact, then sliding up to my testicles, pinching and squeezing the yolks.

"Dad... Dad... I want you to put this in too." My large testicles were fully grasped by my daughter.

"No..." I whispered to her, "Put Daddy in." I said, silencing her with a kiss.

"Let Daddy melt in, melt into your cunt." I no longer cared about my status, no longer cared about my identity, my mind filled with my daughter's hairy, soft genitals. My daughter

's caresses made me feel a surge of desire. Using the weight of my daughter as she fell, I thrust upwards. My daughter's cervix clamped my glans, moving like a small mouth, and waves of pleasure surged through me. I felt a desire to melt into her. Remembering what my wife had said, I couldn't help but blurt out,

"Fuck you, fuck my daughter." It was the first time I had said it in front of my daughter, and I felt incredibly excited.

My daughter didn't respond this time; perhaps I'd been too explicit, and she couldn't accept it right away.

As we approached the door, the lights suddenly brightened. Tingting shrank back in fear, shyly nestling in my arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest, forming a deep cleavage. I wondered what it would look like if I could see clearly what our bodies would be like.

"Get down, don't let your brother see." The lights inside were indeed bright as day. I wondered if my son's door was firmly shut. If there was even a crack, he could easily spot us, sitting at the table, by simply turning his head.

Hesitantly, I stood at the doorway, bracing myself against the frame, and thrust myself inside her, making Tingting feel a tingling sensation. When I pulled out, she could finally catch her breath. "Dad… I can't take it anymore."

"What's wrong?" Knowing this method of flirting was meant to give a woman an intense, visceral pleasure, I still pressed her for answers.

"You only know how to be naughty with your daughter."

"Heh, are you getting really horny?" Her juices were already flowing down her thighs. My daughter's hair obscured my face; I could only see her general outline.

"Let's go to bed," my daughter pleaded again, shifting her bottom as she tried to get off.

I had intended to hold her and walk step by step to the head of the bed, then have sex where her mother had lain, but the situation made me hesitant. I didn't know if my son would come out; was I really not afraid he would see? As I

pondered this, my penis slipped down. My daughter, holding onto the doorframe, tried to put one foot on the ground while the other was still wrapped around my arm. This position resembled a split. Curious, I reached over and touched her. Her labia majora were stretched long, even the vaginal opening was slightly deformed.

"Dad..." she dared not speak, gesturing for me to release her. She moved her thigh, which was wrapped around my arm, outwards, my hand touching her stretched labia majora and minora. With a sudden movement, I squeezed her against the edge of the doorframe, holding her still in that position.

"You..." my daughter looked at me with puzzled eyes.

"Don't move, let Dad try this." Having used that position with my wife for so long, our sex life had lost its quality. I never imagined that having this kind of relationship with my daughter would even liberate my views.

My hand moved from my daughter's anus forward, gradually revealing a raised area. The parted area became fuller, and due to this position, the long labia were pulled tightly between her thighs, almost covering the vaginal opening. I turned my daughter's body towards the room light and forcefully lifted her up. Tingting was a little unsteady and had to hug my neck.

Her pubic hair sparsely clung to her inner thighs, the shape of her vulva was completely gone, and her two long labia were pressed together, exposing her protruding clitoris, which shone with a tender red light. I greedily pressed it with my hand, and Tingting shuddered. This fully exposed position made her a little embarrassed, but to me, it was extremely novel and tempting.

"Dad..." Her breath was a little labored. I pulled DouDou out of her foreskin, connected to the frenulum like a man's. Looking at its shape, I gurgled in my throat and rubbed it from side to side. My daughter's body rippled, even her lower abdomen clearly undulating.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her breath tickled my skin.

"Don't provoke me, Dad... I'm your daughter." Tingting probably felt I was going too far. This didn't seem like sex, but rather playing with a woman. But what's the difference between playing and sex? Every man displays his desires on a woman's body, finding ways to indulge his lust.

"Daddy knows," I said, rubbing her even more roughly. My daughter couldn't take it anymore; her mouth was wide open, but she dared not cry out, so she covered her mouth herself.

"I know you're my own daughter, isn't this good?" I pulled her head back and looked her in the eye. "Daddy likes to see you in all sorts of positions, in all your wanton ways."

"You, you're making me feel... like, like a prostitute." My daughter gasped, expressing her feelings.

"A prostitute? Hehe..." I found the opening in her covered genitals, parted it with my ring finger, and inserted it. "Daddy just wants you to be a prostitute."

"You..." Tingting blushed and became angry, turning over to try and stop me. No matter what, she couldn't accept my words. What father would want his daughter to be a prostitute?

I leaned closer, pressing her tightly to prevent her from moving, and whispered to her, "I'll make you as slutty and wanton as a prostitute." Tingting's eyes held a burning hatred as she glared at me unconsciously.

I understood her feelings, but saying it aloud would please her. "Being Daddy's prostitute, isn't it good to be wanton with Daddy?"

"Well, that doesn't sound good either." Tingting was very sensitive about the word "prostitute.

" "Worse? I've done all the hard stuff. Little thing, let Daddy fuck you like this." I gripped the doorframe with both hands, looking at my daughter's exposed vulva. My huge penis moved closer, bounced a few times, aimed, and thrust in viciously.

Because my daughter wasn't tall enough, I half-bent over, holding onto the doorframe, and used my other hand to lift her thighs, thrusting upwards at an angle. My daughter, under attack, gripped the doorframe tightly. After one round, my daughter leaned down to kiss me, her breath heavy on my face. Each of my heavy thrusts pulled her away from my lips.

The summer lamplight attracted moths and mosquitoes to flutter around the room. Taking a breather, I swatted a moth that had landed on my forehead. Tingting's thighs were slightly curled up; she had been in this position for too long, and the tension in her thighs made her muscles ache. We adjusted our angles slightly to make our genitals more secure.

"Tingting..." I called softly.

"Mmm..." My daughter's gaze was ardent. My penis throbbed a few times inside her, and she responded by clamping my cervix with her cervix. We communicated tacitly through our genitals.

My hand wandered to her front, pinching her clitoris. "Hiss..." My daughter let out a long sigh, and then I inserted two fingers along the angle of my penis, rotating them against her inner walls, my body almost touching hers. My daughter almost collapsed

. She quickly grabbed the door frame with both hands to maintain her balance.

My hand immediately touched her vulva, which was now free of her hands; the wet pubic hair felt so wonderful.

"Daughter."

I continued to press down with my weight, one hand caressing her breasts, the other hand searching for her vulva after touching her pubic hair. My daughter's hands were gripping the doorframe with all her might, unable to resist my lewd actions; my penis, pressed between her buttocks, was swollen to its limit.

"Ah, Daddy, Daddy..."

My fingers, searching for the opening, slid into my daughter's vagina. Impatiently, my middle finger entered her opening, and then, without hesitation, my index finger followed deep inside. My daughter's body was wet, but it was completely different from shower water—sticky, hot, the flesh inside almost melting. I inserted two fingers into her opening and stirred, rubbing her hard clitoris with my thumb.

My daughter's breathing became increasingly rapid. I was completely absorbed in the friction of my penis, closing my eyes, one hand touching her breasts, the other playing with her vulva, enjoying the sensation of my penis penetrating her uterus. My daughter also began to revel in the teasing of my fingers.

She tried to adjust her posture, able to stand without her hands, but still maintained her original position. I pressed her against the doorframe, my penis and fingers thrusting in and out of her narrow vagina, a strong desire to tear it apart surged within me. My daughter's softness and slenderness intensely moved me; I was raping my own daughter right there in front of my own house.

How many men in the world watch their daughters masturbate in and out? How many fathers watch their daughters get married, bitterly rejecting their sons-in-law? How many men stare at their pregnant daughters, fantasizing and raving? And yet, I'm caressing the bodies those men yearn for, my penis rubbing against my own daughter's body.

Only I can do this. This is a father's privilege and superiority, a father's possession and demand of his daughter. Fathers of the world, as long as you dare to take that step, that's enough.

"Ah...ah..."

Just as my daughter let out a loud moan and her whole body convulsed, I held her in one arm and used the other to lift her beautiful legs as high as possible, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The pulling of her thighs made her vagina even tighter, like a sheath on my penis, involuntarily making "ya ya" sounds.

When I realized that such sounds would attract my son's attention, I unconsciously turned my head towards the window. Oh my god! Mingming had just stopped writing and was listening intently to the sounds my daughter and I were making. He probably couldn't figure out what the noises were, so he peeked out. I quickly muffled my noise. Mingming listened for a while, then bit the pen with his teeth, as if deep in thought.

"Dad, no... please, I'm... scared..." My daughter realized the danger and whispered, trying to suppress her fear.

"Honey, what are you afraid of?" I raised my position and thrust into her, feeling the hard lump of my penis deep inside her uterus.

"Your little brother will hear us."

"Silly girl, we've come this far, are you still afraid he'll see?"

"Bad Dad, if he sees, how will I ever face anyone again? Dad, let's go... to bed..."

Hearing my daughter's confession, I was delighted. "Then let's go to bed." The moment I pulled out my penis, I grabbed my daughter around the waist and ran quickly towards the bedroom.

"Dad, close the door."

My daughter remembered every detail, turned around, hooked her foot on the door, and slammed it shut.

"Not scared now, right?" I looked at my daughter triumphantly and threw her onto the bed.

“Daughter, after so many times with Daddy, I’ve never seen your beautiful body before. Let me admire it properly, okay?”

“No, Daddy… I’m so embarrassed.”

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Still shy? Daddy has already played with you all over.” My thieving eyes roamed between my daughter’s high breasts and hairy thighs.

“You rascal, you know it already, why are you asking me?”

“If I didn’t ask, Daddy wouldn’t dare to touch you. Haven’t you heard people say, if a female dog doesn’t stick her butt out, a male dog won’t dare to touch her?”

“Ugh… why are you saying such nasty things?” She raised her little fist to hit me, “I’m not a female dog.” Her voice was shy and weak, making one’s heart itch with pleasure.

She turned her head shyly and lay down, revealing her full figure and curves; her whole body was faintly divided into two colors. From her chest to her legs, her skin was extremely soft and white, which was made even whiter by the yellow of her neck and legs.

Her firm breasts rose and fell with her tense breathing. The two dark red nipples were particularly alluring, captivating and mesmerizing me. Her slender waist and smooth abdomen were unblemished, gradually widening below. A patch of dark pubic hair peeked between her thighs, adding to her allure. Her vulva, prominently protruding from the pubic hair, was bisected by a bright red slit, utterly mesmerizing.

Greedily observing every detail, my nerves tightened. Although I had seen my daughter countless times on the bed and glimpsed many parts of her body, it was always a blurry, partial view. I had never seen her body so thoroughly before. When her mother was around, father and daughter could only be wrapped in blankets, with only fleeting glimpses of her skin. But today, my daughter and I could lie naked on this large bed, fully enjoying the pleasures of father and daughter.

Thinking of this, I immediately knelt down. At that moment, I felt like a celibate man who hadn't touched a woman's body in a long time. The pent-up frustration of the past ten days, the longing of countless nights, and the inability to resist countless times—all of this would be fulfilled tonight on my daughter.

Tingting, like her mother for many years, lay supine on the bed, her face flushed with desire, her lips curved in a smile.

Her skin was white and tender, her waist slender, and her buttocks round and large. Especially at the base of her thighs, the cleft opened and closed, glistening with moisture, exuding a seductive allure, enough to make any man want to mount her immediately. I knelt up and sat beside my daughter, my left arm around her, my right hand on her vulva, palm flat, my middle finger hooking and sliding into her fleshy opening, teasing and stroking her clitoris.

The clitoris is a woman's most sensitive spot, and now, with my finger touching it, she couldn't help but tremble and lean against my lap, letting me caress and probe her to my heart's content.

As soon as she lay down, my left hand was free, so I started caressing her breasts. I touched them, then pinched them.

She wasn't going to be outdone; she held my large penis in both hands, gently stroking it, occasionally licking it with her tongue, making my pores open and sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Dad! Yours is so big, so thick, so long!"

"Really? Is it bigger than others?" I said with a lewd grin.

"Dad! How can you say that? I've never slept with anyone else. How would I know what others are like?" I had initially thought she might have been with someone else, but hearing that I was my daughter's first man only amplified my masculine instincts.

"Really?" My doubts vanished, and I felt even more exhilarated.

"You're bad!" My daughter reached out and hugged my neck, "I, I just wanted to be with you at home..."

Tingting trailed off shyly.

He hugged her tightly, his broad chest pressing against her full breasts. Looking at her captivating face, he whispered, "That day at school, when we were doing push-ups, I saw the teacher's eyes never leaving your chest." "

What are you talking about? That was military training," his daughter protested. "

Silly girl, Dad knows it was military training, but Dad also saw your little breasts drooping when you did push-ups. So tempting." He grasped and squeezed them.

"You're so naughty, I would never think like that," his daughter retorted.

"Are there cats that don't eat fish?" I lowered my head and took her breast into my mouth. "If you act like this in front of him, wouldn't he eat you up?"

"I wouldn't," his daughter twisted her body and pouted. "Daughter, daughter will only act like this in front of you." She nestled her head against my chest, "Dad..." Her voice was sweet and affectionate, her eyes filled with boundless love.

A tingling sensation ran through me. I never imagined that my own daughter would actually have someone special in her heart. Sweetly, I reached down to her bottom and trembled as I touched it. It was plump and soft, just like a meat bun. I hugged it and moved it up to my lap. "Tingting..."

"Mmm..." she drawled, shifting her bottom forward.

“Give Daddy a son…” After several teasing touches, her buttocks were already sticky and wet.

“I don’t…”

“But Daddy wants to…” Although he said this, he really didn’t dare in his heart. He was just teasing his daughter’s heart and pushing the limits of incest. His penis was rubbing against his daughter’s buttocks, searching for a hole.

His daughter giggled and reached between their buttocks, grabbing it. “Naughty penis.”

I placed it on her opening and lifted it up. “How is it bad?”

His daughter tossed her hair. “It makes me itchy.”

I held his daughter’s head and looked into her eyes. “It’s to make your heart itch, to make your…” I swallowed. “To make your cunt itch.”

His daughter heard his naked words and didn’t speak.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I knew that his daughter would pretend to be reserved at this moment.

“I won’t say anything.”

“If you won’t say anything, then so be it.” I reached into his own daughter’s crotch and felt the sticky and slippery lustful fluid on her long fleshy tongue. Tingting sat on one leg, her hand only able to touch half of her labia. I wanted my daughter to straddle my leg, exposing her vulva completely. Before I could even move, she had already placed her other leg on my thigh, assuming a riding position.

I squeezed her breasts, pressed her nipples, and kissed her. I smacked my lips, panting, and looked into her eyes. We smiled sincerely and embraced, caressing each other again.

"Let Daddy fuck you,"

Tingting said, focused only on kissing my lips.

My desire surged, and I said to my daughter, "Fuck your cunt! Fuck your mother!"

I held her delicate body, aimed my large penis at her vulva, and with a thrust , "whoosh

," my entire penis was swallowed by her vulva.

"Ah..." my daughter cried out and laughed, a triumphant laugh. My large penis pressed against the center of her vulva, making her whole body numb, soft, and burning—it felt so good.

"Is it comfortable?"

I asked, pushing my legs down and sinking my buttocks. My large penis slipped out again, then slid back in with a thrust of my hips.

"Ah! Dad... Dad..." My daughter's vaginal opening gripped my glans tightly, the sensation different from her mother's.

Seeing her aroused expression, I quickly reached out and played with her full breasts, occasionally glancing at the way my penis was inside her vagina.

I could see her labia opening and closing, the red flesh churning, it was incredibly beautiful. Indeed, this position was just as described in pornographic books: the woman's vulva was wide open and her vaginal opening high, allowing my penis to reach the very bottom of her flower with each thrust, looking down at the two of us genitals moving in and out. The vaginal opening, with its flesh turned outwards, was exceptionally beautiful, and with each insertion, that flesh was drawn back into the opening.

With each thrust, each roll and pull, the boundless love between father and daughter swelled, fueling my lust and increasing the speed of my thrusts. Having just ejaculated, I thrust even more persistently this time.

"Clang... Clang..." The impact of flesh, mingled with the "splashing" sounds of her juices, created a beautiful symphony of pleasure.

"Dad, Dad, Dad..." With each rhythm of my thrusts, my daughter's cries grew faster and faster.

After three or four hundred thrusts, my daughter was again panting and moaning, "Ah... Ah... Dad, dear Dad, you're killing your daughter."

I felt her vagina contracting in waves, knowing she was about to ejaculate again, so I quickly withdrew my penis and lay on top of her.

At this moment, my daughter was in the throes of orgasm, experiencing a blissful state. My withdrawal left her feeling as if she had fallen from the sky, experiencing an overwhelming emptiness.

Staring with her big, watery eyes, she said in confusion, "Dad...you..."

"Okay..."

I rolled over and thrust again, "whoosh," my hot penis plunged into her wet vagina, pumping in and out, all the way in, hitting her G-spot every time. My hands roughly searched and caressed her breasts, her lower abdomen, her thighs, and that most intoxicating place.

Sure enough, my glans was tingling and numb from the hot, wet fluid. What a beautiful, intoxicating moment! Is there anything more exciting, more lewd than having sex with your own daughter? Having grown up and had sex with so many women, this was the first time I had tasted this incestuous pleasure, experiencing the most forbidden sexual thrill.

I pumped faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder, and she moaned and cried out, feeling both beautiful and comfortable.

Suddenly she cried out loudly, "Ah! Dad... Dad... I'm dying."

At that moment, her whole body trembled, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted out again. It was so beautiful. My glans was scalded by the semen, and my whole body trembled. My lower abdomen tightened, and a surge of hot semen from my lower abdomen, like a fountain, shot into her uterus. "Daddy, don't ejaculate inside!" In the throes of orgasm, she reached out her little hand and grasped my penis, intending to pull out of her vagina.

I embraced my daughter's body and thrust in a few more times. My penis throbbed and convulsed inside my daughter's vagina, ejaculating the last of my essence.

"Dad..." My daughter grabbed at it and tried to pull away. I understood what my daughter meant, but at that moment, I felt as if I were bewitched, with an urge to melt into her.

"Daughter, my dear daughter," I called out, trying to penetrate deeper and deeper.

My whole body trembled, and only after the last drop had been ejaculated did I collapse, exhausted. Tingting's hand, which had been gripping my penis, now rested limply on it.

"Good girl, did it feel good?" The afterglow of my climax made me feel the wonder of sex.

We embraced quietly, enjoying the fleeting beauty after ejaculation. Slowly, we regained our senses.

"Dad, get down. We can't do this. If my little brother sees us, everything will be over."

As I climbed down onto my daughter's belly, I could vaguely see our pubic hair sticking together. Through our legs, my daughter's labia, like a small mouth, held my penis head, reluctantly withdrawing, slowly moving her thighs, watching the lewd scene.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

I looked down intently, watching my daughter's labia swallowing my penis. The sight alone was enough to make my blood boil, not to mention the struggle we had just gone through.

"Look, look at Dad and you..." I looked forward to watching this scene with my daughter.

Tingting leaned closer, then covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I'm so ashamed, you bad father, letting your daughter see that." Ignoring my feelings, she forcefully withdrew, and the moment her genitals separated, Tingting's vagina made a "pop" sound, followed by a "gurgling" sound of air being expelled.

How obscene! Father and daughter together, how lewd! Daughter and father rolling around in bed together.

Watching my daughter curl up, her vulva changing various shapes, and becoming full and swollen as her legs pulled away and squeezed together, my desire surged again. 02-04

(Fifteen)

The first time I had unrestricted sex with my own daughter without anyone interfering, the feeling was even more exciting than my wedding night. Watching my daughter lying naked beside me, letting her change positions at will, and her full vulva, violated between my legs, just thinking about it made me fantasize. We don't know when Mingming fell asleep. We only remember that after hugging and kissing Tingting and touching her breasts, we teased each other and said some lewd things for a while before falling asleep exhausted. In our hazy state, we heard footsteps stop at the door and then quietly leave, but we knew in our minds that it was our son.

When the rooster crowed three times, I heard a breeze outside the window. I listened for a while while lying on the bed, and then, feeling a slight urge to urinate, I got up and went out to relieve myself. Mingming, barefoot, happened to run into me.

"Dad..." he rubbed his eyes, looking like he hadn't woken up properly.

We stood in the courtyard, one after the other, urinating.

I shook the urine off my penis, looked back at my son stuffing his little penis into his pants, and thought, "So young, and he can already do that with a woman? He's not even fully grown in pubic hair yet?" What would happen if that little thing went inside Tingting?

But a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me. No man wants his beloved woman to be shared with someone else. Looking at my son's innocent face, I said, "Go to sleep."

"Okay," my son replied and quickly ran into the house.

I closed the door, then tiptoed around outside his door for a while before hurriedly going back inside.

"Dad, is it windy?" This commotion woke Tingting up as well, and she asked as I climbed into bed.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her warm body, and kissed her. "It's almost dawn."

His daughter nestled naturally into his embrace. His hand traced the cleft of her buttocks, and the feeling from last night surged back. Thinking of the little penis he had just seen, a lewd thought arose in his mind. He wondered what it would be like to have his pubic hair inside her.

As Tingting's legs parted, his hand went straight in, probing deep inside her.

"Dad..." Tingting, still sleepy, began to move her body. "Was little brother up just now?"

He touched his daughter's vagina, which was a little loose after a night of thrusting. "How did you know?" "

I heard him open the door." His daughter jumped up. "

He peed with Daddy." He said meaningfully, pushing his hand in. "That little guy doesn't have any hair yet. Hehe, unlike you, which is as lush as Daddy's."

"Dad..." his daughter said sweetly, tilting her head back to catch it. He reached in and the two shared a passionate kiss.

"Want it?" I teased, taking the opportunity to squeeze her small breasts. Tingting clung to me, leaning closer. Her two small breasts pressed warmly against my broad chest.

"Daddy will fuck you," I said, smoothing her body down and sliding in. "Your mother used to do this with me." I squeezed her

labia, our bodies overlapping.

I climbed up, parted her legs, letting her thighs clamp around them, and thrust straight into her vagina.

Tingting unexpectedly arched her body to meet me.

The sound of water filling our joint filled the air as I lifted my daughter's legs and made love to her with great force.

The wind rattled the doors and windows. I turned and dragged my daughter under the light. My swollen, purple glans emitted a transparent light as it penetrated Tingting's soft labia. Her two labia minora wrapped around my shaft like leaves, and when I pulled it out, the transparent penis was covered with white vaginal fluid. Listening to my daughter's intermittent moans, thrusting into her body again and again—what could compare? A man's hidden desires were now unleashed; the more forbidden sex is, the more pleasurable it is; the more exposed it is, the more intense the pleasure.

Tingting's long, drawn-out moans stimulated my desire, while the presence of my son next door constantly made me feel a sense of impending danger.

Suddenly, the wind made the doors and windows shake even more violently. I lay between my daughter's legs, glancing back at the creaking, dilapidated windowpane, swaying in the throes of burgeoning pleasure.

"Dad...don't go in," Tingting pleaded, leaning back as she sensed my impending ejaculation.

I pressed her body down and moved quickly; her pleas only fueled the savagery within me.

"Tingting...give it to Daddy," I roared, spreading her legs wide, revealing her tender, red vulva.

"No..." My daughter curled up, trying to escape my vagina, but I grabbed her legs and pulled myself closer.

Pleasure surged rapidly, converging at our point of contact.

"Ah...ah..." Waves of swelling made my urethra hurt a little. My semen, already depleted from several ejaculations, was still tight around my daughter's vagina, gripping my deepest desires. I was on the verge of climaxing again. Her pleading, sorrowful eyes only fueled my urge to ejaculate. I

desperately pressed down, pushing my penis deeper, feeling her hard cervix, gently contracting and gripping my glans like a small mouth. My daughter truly possessed a power that drove men wild—the legendary vaginal tightening. It was like a suction cup, gripping my glans. I couldn't hold back any longer; I ejaculated, and ejaculated again.

I'd never felt so exhausted, so drained. My hands limply rested on my daughter, and I couldn't even lift my eyelids.

As dawn broke in the east, a pale light appeared on the horizon. Exhausted from ejaculation, I couldn't sleep. Gazing at the pale light, I imagined my daughter's soft belly, a smug feeling rising within me.

As a man, one can't have only one woman in a lifetime, yet I possessed my own daughter besides other women, pressing my own flesh and blood beneath my own skin.

Was I shameless?

Yet, beyond shamelessness, I felt boundless tenderness for my daughter. I could pull down her underwear in front of her mother, and in private, I could play with everything about her like I would with my wife—her body, her breasts, and her voluptuous vagina. I even ejaculated into her womb amidst her pleas and protests, subconsciously wanting her to bear my child.

This was the only secret a father couldn't reveal, but if my daughter carried my child, how could I face my ancestors? Would I honestly tell them that I was allowing my ancestral lineage to continue in my own daughter's womb?

I cuddled my daughter and went back to sleep. When I heard my son's voice again, I turned around and touched her; she was already up.

(Sixteen)

Today was my brother-in-law's discharge day. The hospital was full. My wife yawned wearily; it seemed she hadn't slept all night again.

My sister, Xiulan, looked even more haggard. Seeing Xiulan busy inside and out, I naturally felt sorry for her. My brother-in-law was clearly in good spirits today. I sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with him casually.

When the doctor made rounds, he asked about my condition, took my temperature, and said to me, "Nothing serious, you can be discharged." I had already asked a classmate for help beforehand; otherwise, I would have had to stay for a while longer. That's how hospitals are these days; they'll make you stay for a while for everything, big or small. Only acquaintances can get things done easily.

As we came out to complete the paperwork, my wife glanced at me from behind, her eyes conveying a deep meaning. I knew she definitely remembered what day it was; it was the last day of our daughter Tingting's military training. I had spent the night with her at the hospital, unaware that she had returned a day early.

"Here you are," the doctor instructed, noticing my absent-mindedness. I took the discharge papers, turned back, grabbed my wife's arm, and hurried away. To be honest, my steps felt like lead, my whole body felt drained. At my age, several nights of this would be too much; I definitely couldn't handle it. If it weren't for the exhaustion from working with our daughter, I would have collapsed long ago.

"How's Mingming's situation?" my wife asked.

"Oh! Nothing's wrong." After a night like this, Mingming's little trouble had long since vanished, completely forgotten.

"That girl won't come looking for trouble, will she?" my wife asked cautiously.

I hurriedly carried the stack of papers, "It's nothing serious. Kids gossip, don't take it seriously."

"But her parents came to our door," my wife still seemed a little uneasy.

“But I asked Mingming, and at this age, it’s just a matter of having a crush on someone. Don’t worry, your son is honest.”

“Hmm, good that he’s honest.” My wife’s tone relaxed a bit. “Last night…”

I glanced back at my wife; the scene last night was almost… but I couldn’t say, and it was impossible to say.

“Our daughter will be back tonight,” my wife said ingratiatingly.

“Don’t say anything more, my brother-in-law and his family are waiting.” I didn’t mention my sister’s name, because of the sordid thoughts in my mind.

The discharge procedures went smoothly. That’s how society is; connections make things easier. My brother-in-law and sister were both very happy and hired a car for the two of them.

When Xiulan was leaving, she tugged at my sleeve, looking at me with tears in her eyes. I stammered for a long time, just comforting her and telling her I would come to see her. She felt a little better after receiving this promise.

Standing in the yard watching them leave, I felt a pang of sadness. But thinking of how good my daughter and I were together, I felt I shouldn't have done that. As the car drove away, Xiulan's eyes shone with hope. I knew she wanted to see me soon, but why did she stop halfway there? Women are so unpredictable.

I didn't even want to eat lunch when I got home at noon. I climbed into bed and fell asleep immediately. I was so tired, both physically and mentally.

When I woke up, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. "Did you sleep well?" It was already dusk. In the dim light, I could hear my daughter and son talking outside.

"Come out and eat," my wife said, getting up and beckoning me.

I threw off the towel and got out of bed. A steaming table was laid out, a very lavish spread. I knew my wife had prepared this especially for me. Firstly, she had stayed up several nights dealing with my sister and brother-in-law's affairs, and secondly, my daughter was coming home tonight, so it was good for her to replenish her energy.

With gratitude in my heart, I felt calm and at peace. My daughter and son sat at the table, chatting and laughing. Seeing my family so harmonious, I realized that family happiness is more important than anything else.

The early summer night wasn't very hot yet, but mosquitoes were already buzzing around. After dinner, my son went inside to do his homework, and Tingting, as usual, helped my wife with her washing up. I knew it would be boring to stay home at this time, so I went out for a walk alone.

Thinking about my behavior these past few days, I felt like a beast. I had felt disgusted when I heard about the incestuous relationship in the neighborhood, but now that it was happening to me, it felt like I was poisoned. It's clear that no matter how much incest is forbidden or condemned, once you're involved, it's hard to break free. I know the initial reason for my daughter's behavior was my wife's indulgence, but what about my sister? Didn't I still have feelings for her?

My sister's story stirred up my deepest desires. If I hadn't been so close to my daughter, would I have waited until now? Xiulan's last glance stirred almost all my desires—expectation, sorrow, and indulgence. It was the most blatant invitation to me, her brother. I knew that if I took this opportunity to send them both back, then tonight it would definitely be my brother and I in bed, because my brother-in-law wasn't fully recovered and couldn't get out of bed on his own.

The mooing of cows echoed through the village again, the leisurely and contented sound of livestock chewing their food, or the uncontrollable cawing of mating animals due to sexual release. Smelling the fragrance of wheat in May, I walked back and forth in the fields, savoring every little detail of being a father.

I vaguely saw a figure moving in the distance. I wanted to leave quickly, but then I heard someone calling.

"Fulin."

"Hey! Why are you still here?" He responded naturally, and I could tell it was my childhood friend.

"Hey, have a cigarette." As I approached, Zhu Zi handed me a rolled-up cigarette.

The two of them squatted on the edge of the field, passing each other firelight, the flickering smoke rising and falling in the wheat field.

"Have you eaten?" I asked, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"What time is it? Still haven't eaten?" he retorted, still the same old Zhu Zi.

Zhu Zi was my best friend when I was a child; we were like brothers, sharing an apple, as the saying goes in the countryside, "good friends share the same pants.

" "How's your wife?" he stared at me, Zhu Zi knowing about my wife's illness.

"Still the same." I took a deep drag of my cigarette, exhaling a ring of smoke.

"You've suffered, brother." He slapped my thigh hard, the slap stinging and numbing.

I looked at his face, exhaling a puff of smoke in his face. "Heh, you know your brother's suffering, but you don't even treat me to my wife."

"Tch… I'll give you my wife if you want." He said generously; we were always joking around like that.

"Why give her to me? I can't afford to support her, let's share." I looked at his face in the darkness.

"Your daughter's a bitch." He cursed, in our rural area, cursing your wife or daughter is acceptable, considered affectionate; but cursing your mother is considered vicious, and a fight is inevitable. Zhu Zi had two daughters, not pretty, just average-looking.

"Your daughter hasn't grown up yet?" I retorted, naturally not angry.

"Still a daughter if she hasn't grown up, you idiot." He cursed at me, then leaned closer and whispered, "Haven't you heard about your sister-in-law's neighbor to the east?"

"Heard about what?" I didn't understand at first.

"She slept with the daughter." He swallowed as he said this, and I heard him gulp. I had heard

my wife mention this before, but it hadn't been verified, and I always thought it was just gossip.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you brat?" To get further confirmation, I adopted a posture of firm disbelief.

"Whoever talks nonsense is inhuman." He leaned forward. "Your sister-in-law saw it with her own eyes."

His face turned slightly purple, and his lower body suddenly became erect. He feigned nonchalance. "Really?"

"That day, your sister-in-law went to his house to borrow a winnowing basket. She saw that old man sneaking around, looking here and there, before going into the house. Curious, she followed him, thinking they were up to something shady again. But as she approached the door, she heard that old man say, 'Don't be afraid, your mother went to the market.' His son, Xiaofeng, said in a tearful voice, 'Dad, don't ruin me.' His wife was completely baffled. Who would think that way back then? Even though our daughter would eventually belong to someone else, we couldn't just keep her for ourselves. What did that old man say? 'I'm ruining you?' Xiaofeng, how many times has it happened? You still call me that! Your mother wants me now, but I won't give it to her. Is that even human language?"

"Then your wife didn't leave?" The wind rustled through the wheat field in the distance.

“Hey, my old hag is a natural gossip. As soon as she heard something like this, she knew something was up with that father and daughter. She turned the corner and went to the door, and that old bastard was bold enough not to even close the door, probably because he knew his wife had gone to the market. Guess what my wife saw?” He paused, as if licking his lips.

"She saw that old man touching his daughter's buttocks. Xiao Feng's legs trembled, and his face turned purple with fear. My wife was too scared to breathe. After touching her for a while, the old man went to kiss his daughter's mouth. Xiao Feng tried to dodge, but the old man pushed her to the edge of the bed with nowhere to hide, so she just whimpered and didn't say anything. The old man kept kissing her while bending over, probably to go even deeper. Xiao Feng winced in pain and had to beg her father, 'Dad, stop, it hurts!'"

"Then take off your pants," the old man said with a greedy look on his face. Xiao Feng had no choice but to unzip his pants. Brother, do you know what my wife saw?"

"Tell me quickly," I said impatiently, as if Tingting were right in front of me.

"A white tiger! His daughter is a white tiger. Her cunt is high and bulging, just a small slit, not a single hair. That old man's eyes turned green, staring straight at her, it was really scary." Zhu Zi gestured with his hands, as if he had seen it himself.

“Xiao Feng, you’re prettier than your mother.” The old man said, pulling down his pants. “Dad!” Xiao Feng was so scared she backed away, but there was nowhere left to go. “Come on, lift your legs up!” He grabbed one of his daughter’s legs and flipped her onto the bed. “No, no!”

“How many times has this happened? And it’s still the same.” The old man parted them, put his stubble-covered face to hers, kissed her vulva, then spread her legs apart with his hands, rubbed her clitoris, and stuck his tongue in to lick it.

“Nonsense!” Hearing this, his blood boiled, and he blurted out, “You made this up, didn’t you?”

Zhu Zi swore, “Whoever makes this up is a bastard. Your daughter, you don’t trust people at all.”

"That old bastard licked his daughter?"

Zhu Zi panted. "Your sister-in-law said so. She was so disgusted, she can't even describe it. After licking for a while, Xiao Feng started moaning, and then he grabbed her buttocks, made her kneel down, and fucked her from behind. Judging from how skilled they were, they must have done it many times before. Damn, that old bastard is really lucky." Zhu Zi cursed bitterly.

"What? Are you envious?" I felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Who's envious? I'm saying that the old bastard even did it with his own daughter, and, and like a dog?"

I took a drag of my cigarette to calm myself down. "It's his own daughter, he wants to do it, who can stop him?" Actually, that position had always been what I wanted to do.

"Yeah, she'll be someone else's sooner or later anyway, might as well just sit around doing nothing. Hehe."

Zhu Zi chuckled maliciously. I threw my cigarette butt on the ground, stomped on it, stood up, and forcefully turned Zhu Zi's head to the side. "What do you mean 'since you're just sitting around doing nothing'? Mind your own business."

Seeing that I was about to leave, Zhu Zi also stood up. "What? Leaving already?"

"If I don't leave, will you feed me?" I said irritably. Zhu Zi probably wanted to relive the experience, incest is really exciting to talk about.

But I didn't have time for that. My aroused desires were swelling, and my mind was filled with Tingting's innocent body. The experience Zhu Zi described had already made me unable to resist. My inner desires were surging. I wasn't the only one in the world who had these thoughts about his daughter. Look at Zhu Zi just now, wasn't he also talking about it with relish? In fact, every man has desires for his daughter, but the traditional morality of many years has bound people's concepts and behaviors, preventing them from breaking through.

Thinking about it, my penis stood erect, getting in the way with every step. In the darkness, I pressed down on my erect penis and followed the ridges of the wheat field home.

(17)

My wife was splashing water in the yard. In the dim moonlight, a wisp of mist appeared at the broken wall made of corn stalks at the west end of the yard. I knew my wife hadn't bathed for days and must have put a wooden tub there. I

quietly walked over and hugged her from behind.

"Ah..." She trembled with fright. When she saw it was me, she gasped for breath and cursed me, "Damn it, you're playing tricks on me, you scared me to death."

"What scared you?" Standing in front of my wife, I felt a new sense of excitement and looked her up and down, making her feel quite embarrassed.

"What kind of crazy idea are you thinking of now?" After the fright subsided, she squatted down to wash herself again.

Thinking back to how I flirted with my daughter here, I suddenly felt itchy again, and my hand went straight to her base, touching her smooth labia.

"You're such a pain! Do you think this is your daughter?" my wife giggled, which stirred my heart.

"A daughter can't compare to you." I reached the same height as my wife, and using the wetness as an excuse, I slipped my hand inside.

My wife didn't say anything, but she seemed quite aroused. "Haven't you touched enough?"

With a deep thrust, my wife's buttocks tilted, and she fell to the ground.

When she got up, she looked at me with love.

"Let's fuck each other." I helped her up, imagining that my daughter had been here, and we had gradually gotten into character together.

"Save your energy for her later," my wife whispered.

Her smooth body was wrapped in my arms, her breasts soft and drooping, naturally not as good as my daughter's, but they had their own unique charm. I squeezed them with both hands, playing with them with relish.

My wife's vagina was large and hollow, her two labia soft and plump; I could easily fit a whole palm inside from below, unlike my daughter, whose vagina felt squeezed even with just two fingers.

I sat up, pulled my wife onto my lap, and guided my penis inside, making her a little breathless; her vagina was dry after all. "Let's not do it anymore," she pleaded. My penis was halfway in, the glans feeling a little painful from the grip.

"What's wrong?" I tried to reach down and pry her open, and my wife obviously yielded and sat down.

"Just do it."

I thrust all the way in, feeling the foreskin completely rolled back to the bottom. It wasn't as tight and smooth as my daughter's vagina; it felt like I was inserting into something else, even the foreskin felt like it was being torn off, accompanied by a faint pain. My wife probably felt the same way; she tried to lift it up a bit. "Don't force it if you can't. Let's give it to our daughter later."

"Our daughter is our daughter. It's been so long since I've fucked you. I just want to do it again."

I pinched and rubbed her breasts, slowly pulling my lower body in and out. I thought the wetness would make things easier, but after all, she didn't have a uterus.

"Ah...ah..." My wife was a little reluctant, but she still cooperated. Seeing that I wasn't satisfied, I said apologetically, "Did I hurt you?"

I leaned forward, letting her turn to the side, a position that allowed my wife to fully open up. The corn stalks rustled in the wind, surging and thrashing in the mud, a long-lost marital intimacy.

"Don't pull it out," my wife reminded me again, still thinking about my duty tonight.

"You cunt," I cursed impulsively, seeking stimulation.

"Your daughter," she giggled in return.

"I'll fuck you, fuck your cunt." It was already a bit slippery, and it felt smoother.

"Let's fuck your daughter later." My wife's words sent a jolt through me.

I thrust all the way in; it had been a long time since I felt this way. Perhaps because of our daughter, we both experienced pleasure. Another round of vigorous thrusting, even my spine felt that deadly tingling. Just when I felt I was about to lose control, my wife suddenly pulled away.

She grabbed my penis.

"Don't pull it out." For the first time, her eyes were filled with a seductive charm.

Although I was unwilling, I couldn't quite explain my understanding of her.

My penis throbbed a few times in her hand, then she gripped the base, pinching the frenulum. My desire surged a few times in my scrotum before being suppressed. She

looked at me apologetically, "Save some energy."

Although I hadn't had my release, I was still grateful for her actions; perhaps this would give me more energy to roll around on top of our daughter that night.

The moon gradually rose, and the part of the west wall that was obscured felt even more eerie. As my wife and I tidied up, we heard the voices of our son and daughter.

"Go wash up." My wife put on her baggy pants, moved the wooden basin aside, and, seeing my still-swelling crotch, teased, "You really are something!"

"What's wrong? It's already shriveled up?" I smiled and glanced at her. "It's not made of paper."

My wife was silent for a moment, then filled the basin with water.

"Don't be so cocky, it might shrivele up in a bit."

"No way..." Remembering last night's frenzy, I wanted to show off my achievements to my wife, "Ask your daughter."

"Hehe, you think I don't know?" My wife said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, never expecting her words to give away such a secret.

"What do you know?" To cover it up, I tickled her.

"Haha...don't..." My wife dodged, laughing and running around with the wooden tray in her hand. Seeing that I wouldn't let it go, she stopped looking at me. "Tingting came back last night." The implication was clear: you think I didn't know?

I stopped too, and said to her shamelessly, "She's back, so what?"

"So what? Someone's too tired to walk."

"Nonsense!" I still stubbornly said.

"Who's talking nonsense? Looking at you during the day, you even walked with a bit of a limp. I knew you were exhausted. Didn't you stay up all night?"

"See if you can still talk nonsense!" I threatened her, reaching out and pinching her arm.

My wife pouted at me, a little coquettishly, "This afternoon, after our daughter came home from school, she kept asking me, looking quite anxious. I knew she missed you, so I asked, 'Haven't you seen your dad?' She blushed and ran inside to put down her schoolbag. Hehe, I knew you two must have been up to something. Sure enough, when I asked, she blushed to the roots of her neck and stammered, 'She came home last night.'"

"You're so cunning, you don't even trust your daughter."

"You heartless wretch! You don't trust me? Who set you two up in the first place? Now that you're together, you're scolding me and avoiding me." My wife's words left me speechless. If it weren't for my wife's matchmaking, there wouldn't be my daughter and me today. What am I hiding from her? What is there to hide?

Seeing my embarrassment at being scolded, my wife softened her tone, playfully pinching my ear and saying, "Hurry up and confess! Did you stay up all night?"

I covered her hands with both to prevent her from lifting my ear, grimacing, "How could I possibly have that ability? Don't you know that?"

"What do I know? I only know that you're incapable with me, but with our daughter, you'd practically melt into her. Tell me, how many times did you do it last night?"

I held up three fingers, "Just three."

"Just three? Pah, shameless!" My wife let go, not even glancing at me, and walked away with the wooden basin, leaving me standing there awkwardly. To be honest, my wife's questioning was reasonable. I was lucky I hadn't died on my daughter's stomach when I saw her again in half a month. I remember last night, Tingting was begging me at the end, "Daddy, be gentle." I was thrusting hard, each time drawing blood. With my wife by my side tonight, would I dare to be so unrestrained?

(18)

Freshly washed, I felt incredibly refreshed. Thinking about tonight, perhaps my daughter would use her little mouth to gently clean my testicles, paying special attention to those areas. Turning back inside, I couldn't find my daughter.

The lights were unusually bright, but moths and insects swarmed around. My wife was nowhere to be seen; she stood there alone, feeling abandoned.

Looking around at this familiar place, I saw a brand-new sheet laid on the kang (heated brick bed). This was where my bridal chamber had once been, where my parents had invited relatives and neighbors for our first time.

In our area, there's a saying that for the first three days after the wedding, everyone, regardless of seniority, can joke and play with the bride. However, on the second day, the handkerchief placed under the bride must be shown. In the countryside, a woman's first time is highly valued, and that handkerchief is the testament to her virginity.

My wife was a pure virgin. The day after I deflowered her, I proudly displayed her outside. My parents glanced at her with smiles, then went to the neighbor's house with pursed lips. I knew this trip would be a triumphant moment; they could confidently tell the neighbors that their wife was a genuine, untouched virgin.

This bed remained with my wife and me for over a decade. But who would have thought that my wife would contract that disease, that strange illness that robs a woman of her womanhood? Her libido dwindled, and inevitably, a rift developed between us.

Just when I was at my wit's end, my wife unexpectedly made me a groom again on that bed. I never imagined using my methods on another woman, yet I found myself taking on a man's responsibility with my own daughter.

The day I deflowered my daughter, as a father, the anxiety, worry, and joy lingered for days.

Shame, embarrassment, and a touch of smugness made me unconsciously chuckle to myself. My wife's forbearance and encouragement rekindled my initial thought of stopping after one time. Faced with her fresh, vibrant, and alluring body, I couldn't resist.

I found satisfaction with my daughter repeatedly, each time with increasing sexual tension and exuberance. I was almost inseparable from her body.

But that brief fifteen-day separation forced me through a difficult sexual weaning period.

My wife's apology and indulgence fueled my desire. I sought every opportunity to be close to my daughter at school, but in that environment, there was almost no chance. I had to wait for her return.

"Finished washing?" My wife appeared behind me unexpectedly.

"Where did you go?"

"To buy pencils for our son. Your daughter is helping him with his homework." Knowing my longing, my wife called out loudly to the next room, "Tingting, aren't you done yet?"

"Almost done." Tingting's voice was sweet, sweet enough to melt your heart.

“Then come and do your homework in this room,”

my wife said, smiling at me before quickly heading to our son’s room.

“Mom… I’ll go too,” our son, spoiled by his wife, always pleaded with her.

“What are you going there for? You won’t study properly when you’re together.”

“Who won’t study? I still have questions to ask!” our son also kissed our daughter.

“Your sister has homework to do tonight,” my wife said, ignoring him. Our son pouted and fell silent.

Tingting, fully aware of her mother’s behavior, hesitated for a moment before speaking to my wife, “Mom, I’m going now.” She skipped and hopped into my room.

“Dad,” she said, startled to see me, then shyly entered. “I’m doing my homework.”

I didn’t know how to answer; with my wife present, it was awkward for me, as a man, to speak. Seeing that I ignored her, Tingting remained silent, sitting at the table and opening her books.

I could only climb into bed, fold my arms behind my head, and lean against the covers, watching my daughter’s retreating figure as I quietly pondered. My daughter is 16 years old. At 16, she understands many things. Doesn't she know that what we, father and daughter, are doing is wrong? Or is it, as others say, that all daughters have an Oedipus complex?

The room was very quiet; I could even hear the "swish, swish" of her writing as she did her homework. Sitting upright at the table, she looked even more delicate and pretty. Her figure was neither too fat nor too thin, and her curves were all there. From the side, her breasts appeared quite high. I knew she inherited everything from my wife; my wife had large breasts from a young age, hence her nickname "Big Breasts." My daughter was clearly no less well-endowed; her breasts were so large that I could hardly grasp them.

"Dad... why isn't Mom coming over yet?" my daughter asked while doing her homework, her tone a little hesitant.

I shifted my position. Under the light, my daughter's face looked very fresh; I could even see the fine hairs on her face. Before I could answer, my wife had already pushed open the door.

"Not asleep yet?" she said softly to me. "Why are you so quiet?"

My wife had gone to great lengths for me, but she herself felt a little embarrassed.

"Tingting, you didn't even say a word to your dad?"

"I still have homework to do." The daughter was also making excuses. She turned around, smiled at her wife, and shook her head. "Dad... come here, I have a question." She then became shy.

"Go on," my wife urged.

I got out of bed, standing behind my daughter. Tingting seemed nervous, pointing with her pen. I had to lean down, her hair brushing against my face. I unconsciously reached out and stroked her head.

"Tingting, do your homework later, spend some time with Daddy."

"Mom, I haven't finished my homework yet."

Seeing my wife about to speak, I quickly stopped her with a look. "Let her do it."

My wife also breathed a sigh of relief. "Then let Daddy help you."

Tingting didn't move, but she shifted her bottom slightly to make room. I sat down next to her, my hand gently around her waist. My wife was already lying in bed, face down, asleep.

My writing wasn't very smooth anymore; my hand was trembling. My daughter wouldn't be able to write like this. I heard Tingting sigh softly. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, in a voice only the two of us could hear.

Tingting stopped writing, her hand holding the pen still.

My hand gradually slipped from under her arm, trying not to let her feel it, and touched her breasts, gently massaging them.

My daughter's breathing grew heavier, "Daddy..."

she called softly. I turned to look at the bed, and she whimpered softly as she nestled into my arms, holding my daughter tightly.

"Tingting." I stroked her breasts and kissed her cheek.

"Mmm."

When my daughter and I looked face to face, I couldn't resist any longer and murmured a kiss on her lips.

Tingting pressed closer, letting me hold her tightly, and we both passionately explored each other's mouths, searching for the perfect angle. My hand slid from her breasts down between her legs, gently touching her taut, swollen vulva. Tingting's legs flexed and bent a few times, and when they curled up again, they naturally opened to the sides, my hand freely stroking that area.

My daughter's mouth, caught in her own desires, was sometimes enveloped, sometimes probing inside, tongues entwined, biting, and tangling, expressing their mutual longing and love.

The narrow stool could only accommodate half her bottom, and my daughter's backward leaning forced me to hold her. This position prevented me from freely exploring between her legs. While kissing the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose, I felt for the buttons on her bra. I unbuttoned it, revealing her white breasts, a dazzling flesh color. Although her breasts hadn't yet formed an alluring cleavage, they were already rising, gradually becoming firm and pointed. I lovingly held them in my hands, pulling down the shoulder straps to fully expose most of her breasts. Looking at the bright red nipples, my mouth unconsciously pressed against them.

Tingting's body grew hotter and hotter, swaying and emitting sweet moans.

Not content with just one, while still sucking and biting, I reached into her drooping bra and grabbed the other nipple, pinching upwards. Tingting's moans grew louder; my pinching probably hurt her, and she tried to break free from my rough grasp.

I gripped her even tighter, kneading her nipple, my teeth encircling the other nipple and biting down on its full bud.

Shaking her head to break free of my control, Tingting gasped for breath, "Dad...it hurts."

She was my daughter after all, and instinctively I wanted to push harder, but seeing Tingting's pained expression, I had to stop and change positions.

At that moment, my wife coughed, whether intentionally or unintentionally. I withdrew my outstretched hand, and Tingting quickly sat up straight, covering herself with her unbuttoned shirt, and picked up a pen.

She was putting on a good act. Although my wife didn't forbid us from doing this, and even somewhat facilitated it, I never had the guts or the face to actually flirt and make love to my own daughter in front of her. My daughter was naturally reserved; she had only accepted my caresses after glancing at her mother lying face-in-face.

Sitting next to her, like a young boy experiencing his first love, the awkwardness and unease I felt made me a little uneasy.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" My wife, perhaps unintentionally, felt compelled to speak up at this point.

"Our daughter isn't finished yet," I said, turning back to her. I noticed she had already turned away. Was she secretly spying on our affair?

A chill ran down my spine at my wife's actions. Sitting there awkwardly felt unnatural; any man would feel uncomfortable being caught doing something so shameful by his wife.

"Tingting, if you're not finished, go to sleep with Daddy."

Tingting lowered her head, writing her homework.

"Let her do it," I said, worried about my daughter's feelings; girls are easily embarrassed.

"Then I'll go to sleep first," she said, turning her face back towards me.

And so we remained seated in that position.

Tingting seemed to be deep in thought, leaving me feeling neglected.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, I carefully moved closer to my daughter and hugged her waist.

This time, Tingting resisted, shifting her position to the side and ignoring me. This only fueled my desire. I wrapped my arms around her and reached directly between her legs.

"No!" my daughter said defiantly.

"What's wrong? Your mother's asleep."

Tingting didn't answer, but her pen continued to write incessantly. I loosened her belt. Tingting initially resisted, but with my insistence, she gave up. I knew she was still afraid of being seen by her mother.

The elastic band of her underwear was tight; it took several attempts to slip my fingers inside. Her navel was small and round, but my intentions were clearly elsewhere. A few sparse pubic hairs covered the slightly raised area—my daughter's mons pubis. I moved slowly, careful not to be too forceful and cause her to refuse again.

By this time, my daughter's writing had slowed down, making it impossible for her to study properly. I treaded carefully, like walking on thin ice, watching her delicate, slender fingers, and quietly took them in my hands.

As if electrocuted, we both shuddered, then gripped each other even tighter. An electric current flowed through our fingers to our bodies, carrying the emotions unique to father-daughter intimacy.

Our fingers intertwined, conveying the love and affection between father and daughter. My hand, resting on my daughter's mons pubis, felt the thickness of her pubic hair, moving downwards towards the fullness, until, nearing the high, soft mound, a sudden break appeared—a waterfall cascading down between cliff edges.

Overjoyed and bewildered, I thrust in.

"Dad…Dad…" my daughter cried out, trying desperately to pull away from my fingers.

"Good girl, give it to Daddy." I pressed against her cleft and thrust deep inside. The already flowing cave was filled with wanton desire. Tingting whispered, lying on the table. This gave me more space to explore.

I bent down and tried to take off my daughter's panties, letting her sit on the stool with her bare buttocks exposed, while I played with her private parts between her legs. Her full, round buttocks were dazzlingly white, with a bulging labia majora squeezed between them. Her labia were thin and transparent, and the slit was even more defined under the light.

I played with her from the inside out, rubbing my fingers around her anus, then lovingly inserting them between her labia, little by little, penetrating her vagina, spreading her long labia to feel the sticky, slippery sensation of spring. Tingting, lying on the table, trembled all over, as if she had a seizure.

I held my daughter's snow-white buttocks on my lap, using my penis to tease her labia, my fingers inserted inside, rubbing her smooth flesh from side to side. I no longer cared whether my wife was there or not, no longer cared about ethics or morality, I just wanted to penetrate my daughter's body in this position.

I slowly rubbed the head of my penis inside, enjoying the sensation of it being gripped. My daughter's nipples changed shape in my palms. When her plump buttocks hindered the penetration, I inserted both hands under her buttocks, lifted them up, and thrust deeply, penetrating her to the hilt. The pleasure shot through my entire body from the base.

"Dad... Dad... bad daddy!" The sudden, intense stimulation caused Tingting to cry out, bursting into song, before abruptly covering her mouth. I, however, gripped her breasts and began to move rapidly, the slapping of our bodies making a loud thud.

My wife turned over in surprise, her mouth agape as she watched our father-daughter lovemaking. It was a position she had never seen before, and she couldn't help but shyly peek in the darkness, her face burning.

The old stool, unable to withstand the pressure of our two bodies, creaked and wobbled. I supported my daughter's buttocks, driving my penis deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, like a pile driver.

Just as I forcefully pressed down on my daughter's body, the stool could no longer withstand the impact and snapped in two with a crack.

"Ouch!"

My daughter, who was sitting on me, lost her support and fell to the ground along with me. My penis remained erect, still pulsating strongly even without the friction of her vaginal opening.

Tingting looked at me with a terrified expression, her legs wide open.

My wife hurriedly sat up, no longer bothering to pretend, "Did you hurt yourself?" After all, mother and daughter are inseparable, and the first person she picked up was naturally Tingting.

"Waaah...bad daddy!"

She touched her buttocks, which were almost broken in two, and complained to me childishly.

Getting up, my first thought was to comfort my daughter, "Where did you fall?" I asked anxiously, supporting her body with both hands. Tingting's underwear had fallen below her thighs, her bra was wide open, revealing one breast, and the streaks of red finger marks on her breast showed my roughness and barbarity.

"No..." My daughter slowly stood up, and my husband and I supported her. Tingting tried to lift her legs slightly.

"Really, you're so strong, it's not like we don't have a bed. How could you support her?" My wife scolded me affectionately, hurriedly covering our daughter's chest. After all, this scene was indecent in front of us.

"It's okay." Tingting shook her arms again, feeling that everything was normal. Afraid that my wife would continue to be angry with me, I felt grateful to my daughter.

"What about you?" My wife turned to me and asked. She still remembered me, didn't she? Didn't she just devour me? But I could only pretend that everything was normal.

"It's okay, it's okay." I said repeatedly. I should take responsibility for what I did.

"It's good that you're okay." My wife said this, her eyes never leaving my crotch. Looking down, I saw that it was still erect, with a sticky substance coming out of the glans, but it wasn't as strong as before, and it was slowly drooping.

I looked up and met my wife's gaze. "Look at you! You really don't know your place." She teased me, but she still cared about me.

(20)

Since sharing a secret with my wife and daughter, my daughter has become shy around me, and my wife no longer avoids me. However, she always hides away when the three of us are together, making me deliberately try to avoid it even once more.

Days passed, and my daughter's grades gradually declined, but neither my wife nor I paid much attention to it. Under my care, Tingting became increasingly voluptuous, her breasts high and firm. I couldn't resist touching them with her after school, hiding behind the door.

"Dad... my classmates all say I..." Tingting giggled and kissed me.

"What did they say?" Both breasts clearly showed cleavage.

"They said I have big breasts. Hehe, be gentle." My daughter felt ticklish from my touch.

"And what did they say about you?" I kissed her and looked at her.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." My daughter rolled her eyes at me, dissatisfied with my question.

"Didn't they say yours are big here too?" I reached out and touched her butt crack.

"Bad daddy, if it's big here, can others see it?" My daughter playfully pulled her butt back, not letting me touch her.

"How can I not see? When you wear shorts, they're high and bulging, sometimes even a little slit shows."

I touched the indentation in the middle of her cleft through her pants.

"You're the most lewd, you bad daddy." Her retreating buttocks forced me to reach out and touch her, trying to pry her in from the middle.

"Is Daddy lewd?" I tried to insert myself into my daughter's vagina.

"Shameless." Tingting suddenly said this, which stunned me.

"You said Daddy is shameless?" I stopped and looked at her in surprise.

Tingting knew she had gone too far and remained silent.

"Why did you say that about Daddy?"

"The teacher and classmates said what we're doing is incest." Tingting finally gave her reason.

"But Daddy loves you." I argued.

Tingting hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "Daddy, I love you too, but they say that even if a father and daughter love each other, they can't do that."

Looking at my daughter's confused expression, I knew she was right, but we had already come this far. Even if we stopped now, hadn't my daughter already been with me?

"So, do you want Dad to break up with you?" Saying this actually hurt deeply, like being dumped after falling in love.

"I don't know, that's what they say."

Father and daughter fell silent for a moment, unable to find a topic to discuss.

Just then, the door creaked open, followed by my son's voice, "Mom, is Sister back?"

"What's so good that you're so happy?" My wife quickly took the report card. She knew what my daughter and I had been up to these past few days, and I was just being enthusiastic, so naturally I wouldn't hide it from her.

"I got good grades!" He waved his report card, clearly showing that Tingting's tutoring had paid off, and the first person he wanted to tell was his sister.

"I'll go out, Dad," Tingting said, looking at me.

Afraid that my daughter would ignore me afterward, I hugged her tightly. I rubbed my face against hers, "Tingting, don't leave Dad."

Tingting didn't answer, letting me hold her.

"Dad can't live without you," I coaxed her softly.

"Mmm..." Tingting nodded gently.

I was so excited, like a child, that I kissed and pampered her face. Tingting and I continued kissing silently, our lips smacking, our eyes locked, overflowing with love.

"Mom, where's my sister?" he asked, reaching for the door.

My wife quickly stopped him, pulling him away sharply. "Don't go over there." She glanced through the crack in the door. "Your sister's changing."

"Oh." He was a little confused by his mother's pull, but after hearing his wife's explanation, he ran away shyly.

"I'm going out to play now."

My daughter, inside the door, was about to break free when I grabbed her. "Didn't you hear your brother go out to play?"

"He'll be back soon," Tingting said worriedly.

"Not so soon." I pulled her up and unzipped her pants. "Let Daddy fuck you first." A tuft of pubic hair peeked out from her white thighs, her pants falling to her ankles.

I pushed her against the wall, lifted her thighs, arched my back, parted her legs, and inserted my fingers. "Is it good?" My daughter frowned, remaining silent.

Her vulva was stretched wide open, and as my fingers went in and out, they caused the vaginal muscles to turn outwards, thin like a mucous membrane.

"Tell me," I pleaded.

"It's so embarrassing, what should I say?"

"Is it sexy?" I persisted.

My daughter couldn't resist, "Sexy!"

"Then will you still be afraid of what people say?" I was afraid that my daughter would feel ashamed and avoid me.

"Dad... hurry up, my little brother will be here soon." My daughter's voice was a little tearful.

"He won't see it when he comes." I hoisted one of my daughter's legs onto my shoulder, and with my other hand, I reached down from her buttocks to below her navel, touching her clitoris, pinching it and gently twisting it.

"Ah... ah..." My daughter was a little breathless.

"Does it feel good?" I looked at her wide-open vulva swallowing my hand, my eyes fixed on that lewd shape.

"Bad daddy, you just know how to torment me."

I stared at her face, feeling the sticky wetness in her buttocks.

My wife pushed the door open and her face darkened when she saw this. "All you do is cause trouble. Our son will be here soon."

My daughter's legs were exposed, and she looked a little awkward when she saw her mother. Her legs twitched a few times as she tried to pull back. "Mom, Dad just abuses people." I grabbed her legs and pulled them up even higher.

My wife didn't look at her and said to me, "If you're going to do it, hurry up. Don't let our son be corrupted."

Hearing my daughter say that she was abusing people, I raised my penis and aimed it at her open vulva, then thrust it in hard. Tingting was caught off guard and her body was pressed against the wall.

"Mom, look at Dad."

My wife frowned and left, closing the door behind her.

I excitedly pressed my daughter against the wall, watching my penis go in and out of her vagina, slowly thrusting and gently pulling out. Her vagina was sticky and a little rough, which felt quite pleasant. When I pulled out, I pulled right out of the vaginal opening to enjoy the "pop" sound and the red flesh inside. My

daughter waited anxiously for me to penetrate her again, while I slowly ground the head of my penis against her vulva, watching the moment it squeezed out of her flesh, before thrusting it in forcefully.

"Ah, Dad...you...you're killing me!" my daughter cried out in fear, overwhelmed by my rough handling.

"You're not that fragile, are you?"

"But you're making me so nervous and scared."

"Really? Then how do you want Daddy to do it?"

"Hurry up!" She turned and grabbed my penis.

"Then tell Daddy which position?" I thrust my penis wildly against her vulva, the head hurting a little when it hit between her thighs, but the more I did, the more I felt aroused.

Suddenly, Tingting hardened her grip, forcefully pulling it to the entrance and pushing it in, teasing her, and forcefully inserting it.

"Ah!" Her body jolted, her hands bracing against the wall to withstand the thrust, her buttocks arching upwards to meet my thrusts.

Father and daughter thrust vigorously in one direction. The thick penis, coated with the daughter's white, lubricating fluid, acted as if lubricated. As it entered, the vaginal opening gripping the penis further spread the fluid, smearing it onto their pubic hair and clinging to their thighs. Tingting gasped for breath, her nostrils flaring. I held her buttocks with both hands, using her strength to push and pull, the slapping of flesh echoing in the room.

"Daughter, daughter," I called out repeatedly, panting, bringing her to orgasm.

The room was filled with a lewd atmosphere and wanton desire.

"Mom...isn't sister changed yet?" Mingming asked his wife cautiously. Why was the little guy back so soon? Just as I felt the climax approaching, I suddenly heard my son's voice.

"Go away, go away, can't you see Mom's busy?"

My wife was clearly annoyed, speaking irritably to her son.

Mingming cautiously approached the door, hesitant to push it open, but instead pressed his ear to the door, listening intently.

"Mingming, how can you be so spineless?" his wife scolded, worried about his impulsiveness.

"Mom, my sister... what happened to her?" Mingming had clearly heard something.

"What happened?"

"She... why did she make that sound?"

"You little brat, what do you know? Go study in your room." His wife shooed him away.

Just as my daughter realized the danger and tried to stop me with her eyes, I looked at her half-turned body, revealing two drooping breasts. Excitedly, I reached under her belly and grasped them. They were pointed, perky, full, and firm, the two nipples erect, displaying a sexual allure.

"Mingming..." my daughter uttered the dangerous message.

I felt a surge of madness amidst the danger. I stood on tiptoe, watching my daughter's pale thighs, spread wide, revealing a bony, rounded shape. Her labia were stretched long and wide, and my penis, inserted into her vagina, was held by the two fleshy leaves like the blossoming petals of a jade stem. I pressed high against her, gathering all my strength and length, and thrust in, almost enveloping her testicles, leaving only my two testicles striking her mons pubis.

"Dad..." Tingting bit her lip, trying to hold back, but my thunderous speed caused her to groan.

I couldn't hold back any longer; my semen seemed to pour from my forehead. In the final moment before ejaculation, I grabbed my daughter's thighs and pulled her sharply towards me, feeling my penis penetrate her stomach, suppressing a few throbbing beats.

At that moment, Tingting turned her head. "No, Dad... don't ejaculate inside."

That pleading look in her eyes instantly released my pent-up emotions. Like a powerful bullet, I shot out, hitting my daughter's uterine wall. I grabbed her thighs and thrust again, ejaculating once more. "Ah..." she let out a comfortable roar, making one last effort. My legs straightened, feeling the contractions inside my daughter at our tight junction.

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