[Springtime Spreads Unruly to Others] (The End) Author: loverbaby

Author: loverbaby
Word Count: 83824
A strange incident occurred in Ruili, Yunnan: a family of three was found naked and murdered in their bed.
Neighbors later confirmed that the murdered man, Feng Moujia, had been living there for a year, working at a timber factory. He often
went grocery shopping with an elderly woman, and soon people discovered he also had a very young woman.
The reason for the naked murders is unknown. After neighbors reported it to the police, local police intervened, and the truth gradually came to light.
Several years ago, Feng Moujia, from Guigang, Guangxi, came to Heshan City, Guangdong Province to work, bringing his daughter, Feng Yuanyuan, with him.
The court found that one day in August 2008, Feng Moujia took his daughter back to their hometown to register for school. On the way, they
stayed overnight in a small hotel in Rong County, Guangxi. Because the hotel was too small, the two shared a room.
That night, Feng Moujia drank some alcohol and forced his daughter to drink with him. The young daughter couldn't resist her father's insistence,
drank half a glass, and then went to bed in a daze.
Under the influence of alcohol, Feng Moujia, seeing his sleeping daughter, was overcome with lust and climbed into bed, embracing her.
His daughter, who had been forced to drink half a glass of wine by her father, was dizzy and her eyes were still sleepy. He pinned her down, and
Feng Moujia forcibly raped her.
The next day, the raped daughter didn't dare say anything, only avoiding her father. Knowing she wouldn't tell
anyone, Feng Moujia's initial regret was rekindled.
He bought her some drinks and snacks at the entrance of a small inn, earnestly urging her to eat
. Unable to resist her father's persuasion, she reluctantly ate. That same day, the two stayed in Guigang City, Guangxi. Under the pretense of applying
contraceptive ointment, Feng Moujia removed his daughter's pants. Just as he finished applying the ointment and she tried to pull her pants back up
, he embraced her, showing no remorse in the face of her terrified eyes.
Rough, large hands blatantly reached between his daughter's tender legs. The daughter dared not cry out. In the bustling,
shabby hotel room, Feng Moujia raped her again.
That night, Feng Moujia raped his daughter twice.
Three months later, Feng Moujia went to his daughter's school, ostensibly to visit her, and took her to
a small hotel in Yulin City, Guangxi. They ate a meal, and then he took her to a room and raped her. His daughter tearfully tried to stop him, but he forcibly
removed her pants. This time, Feng Moujia wantonly humiliated his daughter. He first held her in his arms and molested her,
touching and groping her, forcing her to change positions several times. After admiring her body, he finally forced her onto the bed
and raped her.
Feng Moujia felt it was inconvenient for his daughter to attend school, so he coaxed her back to his temporary
rented room in Heshan City. In the rented room, Feng Moujia openly slept with his daughter.
His daughter was forced to drop out of school. While residing in Heshan City, Feng Moujia repeatedly raped his daughter when she was alone at home,
forcing her to perform oral sex on him.
Last May, Feng Moujia moved to Jiujiang Town, Nanhai District, to work and rented a small room.
The cramped room contained only a bed. To avoid him, his daughter laid a mat on the floor, but Feng Moujia forcibly
threw it aside, forcing her to cook for him during the day. At night,
after returning home exhausted, Feng Moujia, having been fed and cared for by his daughter, would look at her increasingly full figure and pull her close. Accustomed to
her father's lewdness, the daughter offered only slight resistance before allowing him to take her to bed and rape and abuse her.
Thus, a young girl who should have been in the prime of her life was prematurely forced into womanhood under her father's manipulation.
Six months later, the daughter became pregnant. To achieve his lewd goals, Feng Moujia prevented her from having an abortion, but instead
became even more brazen in his abuse of her. If initially, Feng Moujia's rape of his daughter was to satisfy his lust, now
it was blatantly turning her into his woman.
Feng Yuanyuan, afraid of being discovered, could only wear loose clothing and hide at home. This emboldened Feng Moujia even more
; he often sneaked home during his lunch break to play with his daughter, who was five months pregnant.
Fearing a miscarriage, Feng Moujia forced her into positions like the top or horse-riding position for his pleasure.
Once, Feng Yuanyuan heard from a neighbor about a girl who committed suicide while pregnant with her father's child, and she returned
home terrified. That day, she was dejected, allowing Feng Moujia to manipulate her in bed. Seeing his daughter like a dead body,
Feng Moujia kicked her in anger, but Feng Yuanyuan showed no reaction, which enraged him.
He wandered around the kitchen and suddenly saw the cucumbers his daughter had just bought. A lewd thought
flashed through his mind, and he picked one out. Looking at his heavily pregnant daughter, Feng Yuanyuan, Feng Moujia couldn't control his impulse and inserted the cucumber
into her vagina. Feng Yuanyuan couldn't bear her father's torment and moaned, begging him, but he spread her legs and
penetrated her deeply. Feng Yuanyuan cried in pain and had no choice but to beg her father to take her. Only then did Feng Moujia, satisfied,
hold his daughter's body and penetrate her from behind.
Knowing her father wouldn't let her go, Feng Yuanyuan, after much deliberation, secretly went to a private hospital for
an abortion.
When Feng Moujia found out, he beat her severely and, before she could recover, began to abuse
her in various ways.
In a fit of anger, Feng Yuanyuan went to her grandmother's house. Feng Moujia, disregarding the long journey, rushed back to Guigang. His mother, thinking her son
was visiting home, happily prepared food and wine for him. After the meal, Feng Moujia, citing cramped living conditions, asked
to share a room with his daughter. The kind-hearted mother didn't object. That night, Feng Moujia, in his own home, openly and legitimately
cuddled his daughter in bed.
That night, Feng Yuanyuan wept bitterly. The mother next door could never have imagined that her
son was raping her young granddaughter.
Perhaps satisfied with his own desires, or perhaps feeling safer at home, the next day, Feng
Moujia, unusually, didn't suggest leaving immediately. This made the elderly mother exceptionally happy. She and her granddaughter, Feng Yuanyuan,
went to the market in the neighboring village to buy fish and meat to treat her beloved son and granddaughter. Whenever they met acquaintances in the village, Feng's
mother would always talk with great relish about her son's filial piety and her granddaughter's obedience.
But it was on this very night that she suffered the most humiliating disgrace of her life, a disgrace so profound that even in her coffin, she would
find it difficult to face her ancestors.
When Feng Yuanyuan returned from the market, her former classmates came to visit her. For the first time, a smile appeared on her face...
A bright smile bloomed on her face. Looking at the innocent, carefree faces of her former friends, Xiao Yuanyuan suddenly felt a deep sense of loss
. She didn't tell them the truth about dropping out of school, nor did she dare to tell them about her experiences. She bit her
lip, forcing a few smiles to appease her classmates' curiosity and envy.
Feng Moujia sat there watching all this, and every time his eyes met his daughter's, a lewd
desire would surface in his eyes.
Song Wanning, who had always enjoyed the bliss of family life, happily watched her successful son and beautiful granddaughter.
While urging her son to hurry, she kept putting food into Feng Yuanyuan's bowl, which gave Feng Yuanyuan a little warmth. Deep down, she
hoped to be with her grandmother, so she could avoid her father's harassment. But from the occasional glances her father gave her
, she knew he wouldn't let her go.
She dreaded the arrival of night, but night soon fell.
That night, she longed to sleep with her grandmother. When she asked, her grandmother readily agreed
, hoping her beloved granddaughter could share a warm night with her. Besides, her daughter was old enough that it was
n't right for her to be with her father.
But her father was different. His cold gaze filled Feng Yuanyuan with fear, but she knew that with her grandmother
there, her father wouldn't do anything to her.
She truly hoped to spend the night peacefully under her grandmother's protection, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Feng Moujia, claiming to
be unwell, insisted on taking her away from her grandmother's bed. The kind grandmother thought her son was genuinely unwell
and repeatedly told Feng Yuanyuan to take good care of her father.
Looking at her grandmother's kind face, Feng Yuanyuan lowered her head and followed behind her father. Before the door could even be closed, Feng Moujia
hugged her daughter.
Tears of grievance streamed down her daughter's face, but Feng Moujia carried her to bed, unbuttoned her clothes,
lay on top of her, and took her breast into his mouth.
Looking at her father's greedy face, Feng Yuanyuan's heart bled. She didn't know when this incestuous act would end
. Feng Moujia, meanwhile, was kneading her breasts and groping her body until he heard her let out
a soft moan.
Watching his daughter writhe as he violated her, he even used the light to spread her thighs and
open her vagina to look inside.
Feng Yuanyuan turned her face away in shame, but felt her father's large hand penetrate deeply. Then, something skillful and
warm quickly seized her most sensitive spot. She trembled uncontrollably, desperately trying to suppress
a sound, but she couldn't withstand her father's experienced teasing and finally broke down completely.
Feng Moujia circled his daughter's clitoris with his tongue, his hands constantly touching
the inside of her vagina. This made Feng Yuanyuan, who had little sexual experience, unable to control herself. Despite her efforts to suppress it, her genitals
reacted naturally to the touch, especially since Feng Moujia was deliberately arousing her.
She had to hold the corner of the blanket in her mouth to avoid making a sound. Even so, whenever she was aroused, she
had to arch her body to release her desire.
Feng Moujia played with his daughter while watching Feng Yuanyuan's changing expressions with great interest.
He remembered his first time working away from home, going to a prostitute. Under the prostitute's manipulation, he
ejaculated after only a few rounds and was laughed at by her. Later, he began to play with women, and gradually, he enjoyed
playing with women, especially innocent women.
His daughter's growth had excited him several times, but
he had suppressed his desires due to blood ties and the constraints of morality and ethics.
A chance encounter later rekindled his suppressed desires.
It was at a hair salon with his coworkers that he met a girl named Cui Cui. As time went on, they became
familiar with each other, and he often gave her tips. The girl was kind to him, often
doing things he liked after extra expenses. They would chat about everyday things, comforting each other.
One day, Cui Cui tearfully told him about her life story, which shocked him deeply. He listened in stunned silence for a long time before he could process what she had heard
.
It turned out that Cui Cui was the eldest child in her family. Her mother had been chronically ill, and her father supported the family of four through his hard work
. The burden of the family and the hardship of daily life made her already taciturn father even more withdrawn.
The precocious Cui Cui saw all this and had to drop out of school to help her father with housework and
farm work.
That day, the father and daughter were working in the fields on a hillside far from their home when a sudden downpour caught them off guard
. They had to take shelter under a bridge. The sky was dark, and the wind whipped the rain into the shallow space
, making Cui Cui feel a chill.
Her usually rough father noticed, but both of them were soaked to the bone and had no warm
clothes. Her loving father pulled her inside, shielding her with his own body.
Looking at her somewhat aged father, a tenderness in Cui Cui's eyes appeared. She softly called out, "
Dad," and as he turned around, she gently embraced him in return.
Their body heat temporarily warded off the cold, but outside the cave, the wind and rain continued to rage. The honest, simple father,
perhaps for the first time, felt uncomfortable being held so tightly by a woman, even if she was his own daughter.
He tried to pull away, but the biting cold made him reluctant to let his daughter suffer. So they huddled
together for warmth , their bodies barely touching.
Finally, Cui Cui sensed her father's unusual behavior and his heavy breathing. Her father, in the prime of his life, was still full of vigor
. He had few clothes, and they were all soaked through, practically naked. Just as she
felt the loving yet ambiguous look in his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbing, Cui Cui
didn't know what was wrong with him, only that her body was growing hotter and hotter. Suddenly, her father turned around and embraced her completely.
Before Cui Cui could realize what was happening, his stiff beard prickled her face.
And so, in the stormy wilderness, in the cold underpass, her father took her virginity.
Cui Cui didn't blame her father; on the contrary, she became closer to him because of it. But for some reason, her father
deliberately distanced himself from her and sometimes even avoided her.
Cui Cui remained unchanged, or perhaps she felt even more sorry for her father. At home, she did housework like a wife
, but her father wouldn't let her help in the fields, which made her somewhat uneasy.
That autumn, the crops grew very well, especially the corn, which was large and ripe. The villagers couldn't
stop praising her father's competence. Cui Cui often waited at the village entrance for her father to come home early, but that
night, her father, who was harvesting corn in the mountains, was nowhere to be seen. She arranged for her younger siblings to rest and hurried alone
to the mountains several miles away.
Just as she was walking hurriedly along the mountain path flanked by corn stalks as tall as a person
, a person suddenly jumped out of the cornfield. Before she could realize the danger, she was dragged and pulled into the cornfield.
Cui Cui was terrified. When the person pressed heavily on her and tore at her clothes, she
screamed and struggled.
The man straddling her pressed down hard, ripping off her pants. She felt utterly exhausted
, yet still managed hoarse cries until her underwear was torn to shreds. Suddenly, she heard a
familiar cry.
The man, about to succeed, froze, then rolled off, not even bothering to put his pants back on, and frantically
disappeared into the endless cornfield.
The father, pushing the last load of corn, felt utterly exhausted and hungry. He trudged wearily along the mountain
path when, through the mountain wind, he seemed to hear, as if hallucinating, Cui Cui's cries for help. Like a wolf, he strained his ears, trying to pinpoint
the source of the sound. When Cui Cui's hoarse cries reached him clearly, he realized her danger.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the corn cart and rushed towards her, shouting. Seeing his daughter lying naked on the ground
, he picked her up, and the burly man wept bitterly.
"Cui...Cui..." He hated himself for not protecting his daughter and slapped himself hard.
Cui Cui grabbed his hand tenderly, and the father and daughter, who depended on each other for survival, hugged each other tightly.
When her father looked up again, his questioning gaze falling on her, Cui Cui realized her father's doubts.
"Dad..." she murmured, "He didn't..." Just that one sentence made her father so happy that he
wrapped her in his arms.
His daughter's naked body made him forget all restraint. His greedy gaze went straight into his daughter's private parts,
as if to find out if she had been defiled.
Cui Cui knew what her father meant. She consciously spread her legs, trying to dispel her father's suspicions.
Sure enough, her father stared there for a long time. When he confirmed that his daughter was still innocent, his angry
face was filled with childlike joy, as if everything about his daughter had been protected for him.
Cuicui lay in her father's arms, making no attempt to conceal herself. Her top had been lifted by the man,
revealing her two snow-white breasts. Seeing her father let out a relieved sigh, Cuicui, for some reason, grabbed his
hand and placed it on her chest.
This slight movement ignited her father's desire, who had been deliberately avoiding her. Seeing his daughter's breasts, reddened by the man's touch 　　,
he pulled his hand away and began to roughly knead them. This time, Cuicui felt the surge of desire 　　. She cooperated with her father, climbing her legs onto him, allowing the rough man to release his pent-up desire. 　　He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, his rough hands reaching between her legs, seizing her private 　　space. 　　Cuicui's moans and gasps gave the long-deprived father a sense 　　of freedom. From Cuicui's breasts to her lower abdomen, all the way to her intimate parts, when his coarse beard touched her vulva, she almost fainted. The rough 　　movements sawed through her body, forcing her to arch her back to receive his assault. 　　If it weren't for this unexpected incident, perhaps the father would have avoided her, 　　burying his desires deep within. 　　As a father, he deeply condemned his first time, not wanting to leave a shadow in his daughter's heart. But 　　when he saw his daughter's body violated, his deepest desires as a father were awakened. That intense possessiveness 　　and domineering nature made him lose all restraint. He wouldn't allow any man to invade his territory, much less allow 　　anyone else to possess his woman. 　　The tall cornfield became a wall shielding the father and daughter. After trampling down a large patch of corn, the father laid Cui 　　Cui down on the lush corn leaves, and he crawled down, burying his head between Cui Cui's legs. 　　Cui Cui felt her father's large mouth forcefully open her tightly closed vulva. Ever since that tumultuous and unforgettable 　　day, she had secretly longed for this moment to come again. 　　She hugged her father's head tightly, hoping that he would fill her, fill this place that she didn't know why 　　always felt empty. 　　Finally, her father, panting heavily, climbed onto her belly and clumsily pressed down on her. At that moment, 　　she closed her eyes in bliss, feeling none of the pain of the first time, but rather a heart-stirring happiness 　　. She screamed, urging her father to enter her again and again. The two rolled around in the cornfield until her father howled 　　and ejaculated wildly inside her. 　　From then on, their passion was unstoppable. Her father always sought opportunities to be with her 　　, and she, after finishing her chores, always hoped to go to the mountains with her father. In the open fields, 　　she could meet and make love with him without restraint, exploring the most beautiful sexual pleasure in the world. 　　But such days were soon replaced by another ominous change. Six months later, her father was the first to discover that his daughter was pregnant 　　, but he still couldn't control his desires. Whenever they were together, he would uncontrollably 　　reach the peak with her. 　　The inevitable finally happened. As Cui Cui's pregnancy became increasingly apparent, people pointed and gossiped about her. The rumors and whispers 　　made her too ashamed to appear in public, so she stayed home, continuing to help with the housework. Her father, also fearing 　　exposure, sighed constantly, looking at his daughter's growing belly. 　　Cui Cui felt even more sorry for him and always tried to comfort him after her younger siblings went to school, but each time her father would use the excuse 　　of busy farming to avoid her. With her large belly, Cui Cui would watch her father's retreating figure, feeling a pang of loneliness. 　　The following spring, her widowed aunt, living far away in Yunnan, rushed to visit. She first hid with her father in the house...

Inside, they whispered amongst themselves for a long time. Cuicui didn't know what they were saying, but she watched from afar, timidly
wanting to know everything.
That night, her aunt slept in the same bed with her. Looking at Cuicui's swollen belly, her aunt sighed. Cuicui had a premonition that her aunt
would ask, and sure enough, the two lay in bed. Her aunt lovingly stroked her head, pressing her for details
.
Young Cuicui thought her aunt already knew everything from her father, so she didn't hide anything anymore. When she said she knew
the child in her belly was her father's, her aunt jumped up, her eyes wide, looking terrified.
Cui Cui hid under the covers in fear, too afraid to make a sound. After a long while, she heard her aunt say, "What a tragedy
! That beast! He even accused you of having affairs outside!"
She clung to her aunt's leg, sobbing, "Aunt, it's not his fault. It was my own choice. Dad raised us with such difficulty
. Everyone else has wives and children, but Dad was all alone..."
She remembered those turbulent days, how she and her father had drifted together, drifting aimlessly. She felt like
her father's boat, his oars gently swaying within her, sailing on a vast, boundless sea of rain.
"Silly girl!" her aunt scolded, both angry and pained. Perhaps it was because family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, or perhaps she was
moved by Cui Cui's simple filial piety, but surprisingly, her aunt didn't scold her. She only sighed softly, "Do you know
what this is? It's incest!"
This was the first time Cui Cui had heard the term "incest" from her aunt.
"You love your father?" Cui Cui nodded. Her aunt stroked her bitterly, "Tomorrow, I'll take you
to the hospital."
The day they returned from the hospital, her aunt sent her younger siblings to school and then called her father to Cuicui's
bedside.
Her father stood there pitifully, like a child who had done something wrong, and Cuicui felt a pang of pain in her heart.
"You should take care of her for a few days; it's your duty,"
her father said, not saying anything, only looking at her aunt with guilt.
"Cuicui is young, I'm afraid you'll bully her, but..." her aunt choked back tears, "She said she likes you, and feels sorry
for you."
"Auntie, please don't say anymore," her father shed tears in front of others for the first time, "I'm so sorry to her." He said
, kneeling down.
Her aunt didn't stop him, but said, "Kneel down. If you kneel, maybe your parents will forgive you."
Cui Cui watched all this with a hesitant expression, but then heard her aunt say, "By kneeling, you've
destroyed your father-daughter bond." She wiped away her tears and turned her face away. "Cui Cui treats you like a man. From now on, you should wholeheartedly treat Cui Cui
like a woman."
"Her aunt..." Her father's eyes showed shame. Years later, Cui Cui finally understood the meaning behind those words
.
"Cui Cui has already been pregnant with your child; she is your woman."
In the countryside, there's still a saying: "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog; marry a carrying pole, carry it with you.
" "These days, Cui Cui isn't clean, so just bear with it and don't get intimate."
Cui Cui didn't understand what "get intimate" meant, but from her aunt's tone, she understood it
referred to sexual intercourse.
Those days, her aunt bought groceries and cooked for her, and her father served her like a husband. Even in front of her aunt,
if Cui Cui said she felt uncomfortable anywhere, her father would massage and rub it for her.
At first, the father was embarrassed, but he couldn't withstand his aunt's scolding. She always looked at him coldly and said, "You
should bear the consequences of your actions."
In front of his aunt, the father washed her genitals, and when she needed to urinate, he held her like he did when she was a child
.
Just as Cuicui was experiencing the sweetness of their honeymoon, an unexpected event occurred.
On Qingming Festival, the father returned from adding soil to the ancestral graves, his face suddenly turning red. Cuicui thought it was just the spring wind
and asked him to wash his face. The father didn't say anything, sat for a while, then hurriedly went to the bathroom
. When he returned, he still didn't speak.
At dinner that evening, the aunt noticed the father's unhappiness and put more food on his plate. The father frowned,
forced himself to eat a little, and then hurriedly left again.
Cuicui heard her aunt mutter, "What's wrong?" Both mother and daughter looked at the father's retreating figure, completely bewildered
.
In the middle of the night, Cui Cui suddenly heard her father groaning, followed by his tossing and turning. His helpless
eyes pleaded for help, and she frantically called for her aunt.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" her aunt asked anxiously, bending down to help her father sit up.
He was clutching his lower abdomen, his face pale and silent.
"Say something!" the mother and daughter scolded almost simultaneously.
Her father struggled to lift his head, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Down there...down there feels bloated."
Her aunt, more experienced, knew what a man meant by "down there." She gently reached out, but the moment
she touched his stomach, he recoiled in shock, his face contorted in pain.
"Auntie, I can't pee."
"How long has it been?" her aunt asked anxiously.
"This afternoon, after returning from the cemetery..." her father stammered, too weak to speak.
"Then...what should we do?" The village was remote, at least thirty miles from the township clinic, and the mountain
roads were rugged. He'd been holding it in for so long; could he withstand the bumpy ride? She paced around the room, a
fine layer of sweat beading on her face.
Cui Cui was at a loss; she had no idea how to handle the situation.
But experience counts. Her aunt turned to Cui Cui, a hint of joy appearing on her anxious face.
"Cui Cui, you...you suck it out for your father."
Cui Cui looked at her in surprise, but heard her aunt say firmly, "Don't hesitate. At this moment, you
can only use your mouth."
Seeing her father's pained expression, Cui Cui didn't think twice. When her aunt unzipped her father's pants, Cui Cui reached
inside and pulled it out, putting it in her mouth. She sucked hard, hoping to ease her father's pain, but no matter how
hard she tried, her father remained curled up, his face contorted in agony.
Anxiety combined with excessive force caused Cui Cui to feel intense pain in her incision, forcing her to stop . She
even had difficulty breathing.
"Cui Cui, what's wrong?" Stopping at this crucial moment inevitably made Auntie anxious again.
"It hurts, it hurts terribly down there."
Without a word, Auntie took the penis from Cui Cui's hand and put it in her mouth. After a while, her face turned
bright red, but she didn't stop, stubbornly keeping her mouth closed.
Cui Cui saw her father open his mouth wide and cried out twice, then heard gurgling
sounds coming from her aunt's throat.
"Auntie!" Just as her face relaxed a little, her father guiltily tried to pull away, but Auntie held him firmly
.
After another strong sucking, Auntie suddenly pulled out, followed by a gush of urine.
Then, a stream of urine flowed from her father's penis.
After the initial surprise came embarrassment; Auntie left shyly, leaving only the gratitude of the father and daughter.
In times of crisis, family ties are still the most important.
Not long after the incident, Cuicui recovered, but she increasingly realized that her father seemed to be deliberately avoiding
her. He no longer enjoyed being with her as before, especially when the three of them were together. Her father would always
intentionally or unintentionally avoid her aunt's gaze. At first, she thought it was because of what happened that night, making her father feel uncomfortable
. But later, she gradually noticed that when her father and aunt were together, he would quickly look away when he saw her.
One month later, Cuicui noticed that her aunt was vomiting frequently and was secretly wiping away tears. She wanted to ask her,
but her aunt always avoided the question, as if she had something difficult to say.
Finally, one day at the end of April, she inadvertently uncovered the secret.
That day, Cuicui went to the market to buy things but forgot to bring money, so she rushed home. She opened the half-closed
wooden door and heard her aunt crying inside, accompanied by her father's sighs.
She stopped, held her breath, and looked through the wide crack in the door. Her father and aunt were sitting close together.
"Brother, please let me go."
Aunt glanced at Father, only to see his dejected expression.
"Can't you stay?"
"If I keep going like this, something bad will happen sooner or later," Aunt said worriedly.
"I...I deserve to die!" Father cursed himself fiercely, grabbing Aunt's hand.
Aunt looked down at the ground and whispered, "Don't blame yourself, I was wrong too."
"What wrong did you do? It's all my fault for not being able to control myself."
"Don't say anymore." Aunt saw Father pulling at his hair and said with heartache, "My mistake was
coming, meddling in your affairs."
"Auntie!" Father's face flushed red with emotion, and he opened his arms to hug Aunt.
Cui Cui watched all this in surprise, and she seemed to understand what the two of them had done.
"Brother, I...I'm pregnant." Aunt leaned against Father's chest and said shyly.
"What did you say?" He stopped hugging Aunt.
"I'm pregnant with your child."
Cui Cui stood there stunned when she heard this. She hadn't expected that her aunt, who had only been there for a few months, would repeat
her mistake.
Her father, just as stunned as she was, took a long time to recover.
"If you like it, I'll stay," her aunt said, turning her face away but stealing glances
at her father.
"He... doesn't know?" her father asked, still worried about being discovered by her uncle.
Her aunt shook her head, then added uncertainly, "When I came, he... he wouldn't have noticed."
"Auntie!"
her father exclaimed, hugging her tightly again. Her aunt nestled into his arms, and the two embraced passionately, kissing
.
Cui Cui felt a mix of emotions.
"Brother, still feeling pent up?" her aunt asked, her hand clutching her father's penis. Cui Cui noticed for the first time how
large it was, bigger than ever before.
Her father looked down at her, his eyes filled with expectation.
Her aunt hesitated for a moment, then, under her father's gaze, slowly took it in. As her aunt's mouth was filled to the brim
, Cuicui heard her father hiss, followed by a trembling body and a
look of pleasure on his face.
It turned out that the time she held her urine had led to the siblings' first intimate encounter, breaking down the aunt's last line
of defense. When she heard the rumors, she trembled with rage; in her mind, only a beast
could commit such an act of defilement against his own daughter. She arrived, furious and ready to confront him, but when she saw Cuicui
's deep affection for her brother, her heart softened. Faced with Cuicui's pitiful expression, she didn't know how to handle the
situation and could only let it be.
Later, she gradually discovered that incest wasn't as sordid as people imagined. Cui Cui and her brother treated each other
with respect, living a sweet and loving life like a newlywed couple. This was a completely new world for her;
she had never experienced such treatment in her husband's family. Her husband always bossed her around, speaking harshly and
never showing her a kind word.
Gradually, she came to appreciate the love between her brother and her father, and often longed for a warm and harmonious family life.
When Cui Cui suffered a miscarriage, she tried to create an opportunity for her brother—to let them love
and care for each other. She saw how good her brother was to Cui Cui, and she felt envy, jealousy, and a deep longing.
Finally, one day, she witnessed the tender love between father and daughter. Facing her father's pain, Cui Cui
showed no shame or pretense, but naturally took her brother's penis into her mouth. At that moment, she was
shocked. A young girl, especially a daughter, was actually sucking her father's urine in front of her—this was undeniably
selfless love.
She took Cui Cui's place for two reasons: first, the deep bond between siblings, and second, the close bond between aunt and niece. Cui Cui hadn't fully recovered, and her
area certainly couldn't withstand excessive exertion.
Although her brother initially resisted, it was only for a moment, and then, with her effort, he relieved himself
.
When she looked up, she saw her brother's grateful eyes and deep affection.
If it had only happened once, perhaps life would have continued on its normal path, but things in the world
are rarely simple.
The next evening, her brother's old ailment flared up again. When she saw his pained and anxious face, she didn't hesitate...
Hesitantly, she followed him into the bathroom.
Her brother, struggling to relieve himself, only showed slight unease before letting her take it into his mouth. This
time was smoother and easier than before; with a gentle suck, a stream of warm urine sprayed into her mouth.
"Spit it out," her brother said, pushing her head away with concern.
Her aunt, still holding it, turned her head away, spitting the mouthful of urine onto the ground, then took it back into her mouth.
"Ah…" her brother suddenly let out a groan of pleasure, catching her off guard. In her
moment of stunned silence, she realized her brother had suddenly become erect in her mouth, and her face flushed red.
"Auntie…"
She held onto it, feeling the man's strength; she knew this time was different from before
.
"I…" her brother, his face flushed, looked at her expression. She didn't know whether to pull out or continue.
Just as she hesitated, her brother pressed her head down, and for some reason, she obediently began to gently
swallow it.
Perhaps this is the basic soil that allows incest to survive.
That night, the brother and sister engaged in the ugliest, most primal, and most pleasurable sexual act in the bathroom
.
After the aunt performed oral sex on him, the father, panting, held her tightly. If the aunt had turned away at that moment, the father might
not have forced her, but she allowed him to hold her and indulge in his tenderness. Thus, the spark of lust
was ignited step by step.
The father first embraced and kissed her, then slipped his hands inside her clothes, touching her full breasts
, until he unbuckled her belt.
When the father's tongue entered the aunt's vagina, she couldn't help but let out a violent moan, which made
the father, who had been parched for so long, feel like a fish in water, riding wildly inside her.
The aunt had never experienced such intensity; she involuntarily opened her mouth wide, crying out, "Ah ah!" The father, his lust
raging, straddled the aunt, attacking fiercely until both were exhausted, at which point the father ejaculated
like lava.
Having tasted the sweetness of incest once, the aunt found it strangely delightful.
The father, too, secretly savored their experience. For the first few days, they intentionally or unintentionally avoided each other,
yet longed for their next encounter.
Farm work in the countryside was always busy; the father, tilling and planting alone, seemed
to have inexhaustible energy, often returning home just before sunset, while others were exhausted.
The aunt hadn't noticed this before, but after their physical relationship, she felt a new sense of anticipation each day.
After finishing her work, she would often peek out the door. She didn't know if this counted as a woman's
longing for a man, but whether she admitted it or not, she had never felt this way about her own husband.
That day was the fifth day after their encounter. The moon was bright, there was no wind, and the entire mountain village seemed empty and
quiet, save for the occasional bark of a dog.
The father had gone to the fields to irrigate in the afternoon and hadn't returned. Auntie had prepared the meal and stood at the door, looking out. Cui Cui,
as usual, helped with the housework.
She was worried about her father's late return and kept asking about his whereabouts. Auntie would give evasive answers and
leave, only to return disappointed.
After several such exchanges, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She gave Cui Cui a few instructions and
went straight to the fields where her father was working.
In the clear moonlight, her father was bent over, still watering the rice seedlings with a ladle.
Auntie went over with concern: "Brother, it's time to go home for dinner."
Her father looked at her with surprise, then smiled shyly: "You...why are you here?"
"Why aren't you home so late? Everyone's worried."
Auntie's eyes showed a mixture of pain and love, making her father lower his head involuntarily.
"It'll be over soon. How dare you come in this dark?"
In recent years, the countryside had gradually become more unsettled, with women frequently being robbed and raped.
"And you said you wouldn't worry me to death."
Aunt stood there, snatching the water ladle from Father's hand.
For some reason, the kind-hearted Father felt a surge of sweetness in his heart, silently watching his aunt. The night in the countryside
was so quiet, even the air seemed to tremble with the sound of their breathing.
Father looked at her for a while, then took out his pipe from his pocket, lit it, and began to puff away.
Aunt, who was watering the plants, suddenly said impatiently, "Can't you not smoke that?" Father hesitated for a moment,
then quickly tapped the pipe on the sole of his shoe to extinguish it.
"Auntie, let me do it."
He reached out to grab the water ladle from Aunt's hand, but instead grabbed her hand, and both of them felt a shiver run down
their spines.
"Brother, let me do it."
Aunt didn't dare look Father in the eye, looking down at the thriving rice seedlings.
"I'll be quick, it'll be done in a minute."
Father grabbed Aunt's hand, wanting to pull it back, but not wanting her to be tired, so they remained in that position for a
while.
Finally, it was Aunt who broke the silence: "Brother, how about we water it again tomorrow?"
Looking into Aunt's gentle, watery eyes, Father's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously gripped her hand even tighter, as if
even the moon trembled.
Aunt's heart pounded violently like a floating leaf.
At this time, there was no one left in the field; even the birds had returned to their nests.
"Auntie!" Father muttered.
"Yes!" Aunt replied shyly.
"Tomorrow…" Father stammered, "Shouldn't Cui Cui be better by now?"
Aunt asked anxiously, yet with a hint of expectation: "Cui Cui should be healed by now. If you want to…" Aunt
thought Father was asking about that kind of thing.
"Nonsense!" Father gripped her hand tightly, "I miss you terribly."
He said defiantly, making Aunt's heart pound.
"So embarrassing!" Aunt whispered unconsciously, which made Father suddenly boldly glance at her
. That one glance stirred something within him.
What kind of eyes were those? Deeply affectionate yet bewildered, shy yet dreamy, as if they could melt a man's heart.
The father, whose relationship with his sister had remained purely platonic, suddenly embraced his aunt.
"Brother, brother..." the aunt cried out, nestling into her father's arms. "Aren't you afraid of Cui Cui..."
Mentioning Cui Cui, the father's body stiffened, then he said, "As long as you like it."
The aunt burrowed deeper into his embrace: "Brother, brother, why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
The usually docile father suddenly said, "What, what can happen between a male and a female?"
"You?" The aunt glared at him with a mixture of shame and anger, her beautiful eyes even clearer under the bright moonlight. "Saying such
heartless things."
"How am I heartless?" The father then forcefully turned the aunt's body around. "Even cats and dogs know how to call in heat."
"Smooth talker, no wonder Cui Cui..." The aunt's voice lowered as she spoke; women all like sweet
words from men, and she knew why Cui Cui liked him.
"Hehe!" The father chuckled foolishly, then hugged the aunt's head.
The wind was gentle, and the moon was softly hidden beneath the clouds, leaving a pair of lovesick lovers to vent their emotions.
"Auntie, do you think all women like men to fuck them?" the father
asked as his large hand crept into his aunt's arms.
"Brother, don't say such shameful things,"
she nestled against his broad chest, inhaling his alluring scent.
The woman's breasts were different from Cui Cui's; the father touched them, comparing them, his heart pounding with delight.
"What's so shameful about it?" he asked, suddenly thrusting his hand into his aunt's crotch. She hugged him tightly in surprise.
"Women all like men,"
the father, having been with several women, revealed his accumulated experience.
"Then...then Cui Cui likes it too..." the aunt asked, looking up in confusion. She still couldn't understand how her brother
had gotten his hands on her daughter, and how he had gotten her pregnant.
"Silly girl, do you think I'm not afraid? But Cui Cui likes it, she likes me doing it."
"Brother, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Father was already in the pond. Aunt was exhausted from digging. She spread her legs, trying to get Father
to dig deeper.
"I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid of losing you and Cui Cui."
Father said, suddenly flipping Aunt over. Both of their bodies fell heavily onto the field. Then they
heard the water bucket next to them crash over, water gushing out.
Father didn't care about that; he only cared about Aunt's clothes. Under the bright moonlight, Aunt's body
emitted a bluish glow. Father, who had been working all day, had inexhaustible energy. Looking at this ancestral fertile
land, he plowed in and turned the soil with fascination.
Cui Cui stood there, watching Father thrusting into Aunt's mouth, and she blushed with shame.
She didn't know why her aunt, who had originally come to confront her, had gotten involved in her and her father's affair. Her father
and she had been close before, but he had never let her give him oral sex. He would always spread her legs and stare
at her there without ever getting tired of it. Cui Cui didn't understand why her father always liked to look—at her body, at her expression, at their
position.
"Brother, should we just abort it?" Her aunt's face flushed red, but her father pressed her down again.
Cui Cui saw her father's thick pubic hair obscuring her aunt's face.
"If...if there's nothing wrong," her father said, "hesitantly pulling down her aunt's pants, "you should keep it
."
Her aunt didn't say anything, but under her father's gaze, she unbuckled his belt.
"Cui Cui, you're afraid of people, so you'll just leave a seed."
Her father said, glancing at her aunt.
"I'm scared..." Auntie was suddenly undressed by Father. She shyly leaned into his arms, hugging his
body. "What if we're discovered?"
Father's hand was already moving down from below. "Don't be afraid, who can find out?"
"Brother," Auntie looked up, "Cui Cui..."
Father took Auntie's hand and placed it on his crotch, letting her hold it.
"Cui Cui, she and I..." He lifted Auntie's crotch, and Auntie moved away from him, kneeling and crawling.
Auntie turned her head and looked at Father. "You should take her body now."
Cui Cui felt a burning intensity in Father's gaze.
"Yes." Father nodded and crawled behind Auntie.
Cui Cui saw Auntie's snow-white, millstone-like buttocks, and that thing was even thicker than her own,
only a little dark.
Compared to Father's size, Cui Cui felt that Auntie was more suitable for Father.
Father looked carefully for a while, his hands spread apart, oh my god! Cui Cui saw clearly that her aunt's vulva was actually
split open, bright red and glistening with moisture.
He gently rubbed it for a while, then suddenly thrust inside.
"Brother," her aunt shuddered, "I'm afraid something bad will happen sooner or later."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Her father held her aunt's plump buttocks with both hands, working like a busy ox in the field.
"You're so talkative," her aunt's voice trembled slightly, "Brother, how many times has it been?"
"One more time, 50."
Her father excitedly raised his head, thrusting even harder.
Seeing this, Cui Cui knew that men and women were most vulnerable to shock during this kind of activity, so she quietly slipped away.
The next day, Cui Cui got up very late. She huddled in the quilt, feeling listless and weak all over. Her aunt was
still tidying up in the kitchen. She didn't even know when her father had entered the room the night before.
Around noon, her father returned from the fields. Cui Cui was combing her hair. He put down his hoe, smelled
the aroma of food coming from the kitchen, and said, "What food smells so good?" Cui Cui saw her father glance at her,
then sneakily go inside. She heard her aunt's soft protest.
"Cui Cui, finish combing your hair and come get the food," her aunt said loudly, deliberately making sure she could hear.
"Let Dad get it; I need to change my clothes,"
Cui Cui said, not wanting to disturb them. For some reason, ever since she witnessed their affair, she had intentionally distanced herself from her father
. Perhaps she resented his heartlessness, or perhaps she resented her aunt for taking him away.
As she passed the kitchen doorway, she heard her aunt's voice: "Cui Cui is unhappy today. Go and comfort
her."
"What's wrong?" her father seemed to stop and ask.
"Maybe..." Aunt hesitated, guessing, "She didn't find anything, did she? You should go look for her."
Finally, she added, "Here we go again."
Father chuckled, "Then I'll go."
Cui Cui quickly went back to her bedroom.
She heard her father follow closely behind. Cui Cui bent down to rummage through the bedside table for clothes, but her father
hugged her from behind.
"Cui Cui." Father nuzzled his head against her back.
Cui Cui didn't answer, gently untying her father's grip.
"What's wrong? I want to find some clothes." Cui Cui resisted, her mind flashing back to
the scene of her father being intimate with her aunt in the kitchen.
"Little girl!" Father scolded affectionately, his hand moving from her bent-over body to her breasts. Cui Cui
silently pulled away. Her father suddenly grabbed her and turned her over.
Cui Cui avoided her father's gaze, but he forcefully turned her to face him.
"Got a lover?"
"You're the one who's got a lover."
Cui Cui retorted, leaving her father speechless for a moment.
"Then why don't you let Daddy do it?" Her father was a bit domineering.
"You don't want it!" Cui Cui was a little angry now. She tried to break free from her father's embrace, but he
pulled her into his arms forcefully.
"Nonsense! I was just worried you weren't done yet." Her father's tone was soft but firm.
Cui Cui didn't speak, stubbornly trying to leave him, but she just couldn't break free.
Father and daughter were locked in a stalemate, each guessing the other's meaning.
"Cui Cui!" Her father finally lifted her chin, looking at her, "Dad has always treated you like a woman."
Cui Cui tilted her head: "No, not at all." Her tone was sour, revealing grievance.
Her father vaguely sensed something was amiss, but he wasn't sure.
"Dad knows you love me," he stroked her head, "that day, you were sucking Daddy's..." He wanted to rekindle
the love between father and daughter.
Unexpectedly, Cui Cui retorted sharply, "Auntie did it too!"
This time, the father understood; Cui Cui was angry with her aunt.
Had she discovered something? Remembering what his sister had said in the kitchen, and his own recent indiscretions, he
knew he might have slipped up.
But he didn't want to explain, much less make any promises.
"Are you jealous of your aunt?" the father asked, pulling Cui Cui back into his arms.
Cui Cui didn't speak, but this time she didn't struggle.
"Little girl!" he said, habitually touching her breasts. "Your aunt not only did it, but also…" He lowered
his head and kissed his daughter's lips, "and even let Daddy do it."
"You?" Cui Cui struggled to sit up, her face long and drawn. "Shameless!"
The father knew his daughter was jealous, but he wasn't angry. He pulled Cui Cui back, coaxing her, "If Daddy doesn't do it to her,
will she agree to our request?"
Cui Cui glanced at him, still struggling to leave.
"If Daddy does it to her, she won't dare say anything," the father said gleefully.
Cui Cui seemed to understand.
"But you were in the kitchen..." Cui Cui hesitated.
Sure enough, her father understood everything: "Dad wanted to do her in the kitchen, but she wanted me..." His
eyes gleamed with pride.
Cui Cui finally surrendered again, nestling into her father's arms.
Her father was overjoyed, embracing her and slipping his hand inside her clothes.
His aunt's breasts were soft and large, Cui Cui's... Her father touched them, feeling the difference between the two. He wantonly
kneaded Cui Cui's firmness, finding it more sensual than his divorced wife's.
Cui Cui, lying prone, rolled over, letting her father roam freely inside her. He would occasionally lower his head to kiss
her, his hand gradually moving down to Cui Cui's waist, groping and untying her clothes.
Cui Cui's chest heaved as her father bent down and captured her lips, demanding her tongue. As
they intertwined, Cui Cui felt her father's hand move past her lower abdomen and bury itself between her legs.
"Dad!" Cui Cui cried out joyfully. But her father thrust deep inside her. A liquid overflowed, and Cui
Cui felt her lower body become wet.
"You naughty Cui Cui, you're wet!" her father teased.
Cui Cui dared not say anything, desperately seeking her father's lips to kiss. She felt that only in this way could she express
her love.
"Auntie said Dad can have you now."
He skillfully pinched Cui Cui's clitoris, watching her writhe.
"Bad!" Cui Cui said to her father for the first time. He felt a tingling sensation; he had only
heard this tone from his wife on their wedding night, when he was wildly entering her. More than a decade later, he was hearing his own daughter
say it to him.
He excitedly played with Cui Cui's genitals, watching her legs rub and bend, then climb onto him.
Cui Cui's mons pubis was high and white, with sparse hair.
He reached there, intending to rub the pubic hair, but suddenly changed his mind. Looking at
the low-rise pants hanging on Cui Cui's buttocks, he quickly pulled them off.
"Auntie!" Cui Cui said, letting him take them off.
He tore them off along the hem and threw them aside, only to find that Cui Cui's vulva was overflowing with moisture, her two labia swollen and
erect. He knelt between Cui Cui's legs.
"Don't be afraid," he had said to his aunt earlier. But that wasn't enough, so he added
, "Didn't I tell you, your aunt has been with me too?" Saying this, he happily pressed down on Cui Cui.
Cui Cui wrapped her legs around his back, and her father moved around, poking around between her legs.
"Do you miss your father too?" Her small breasts were pressed beneath him, flat, the two bright red nipples
unlike her aunt's at all.
"No!" Cui Cui pouted, but her father took her into his mouth.
"If you don't want to, why are you so wet? Little girl."
He slowly pushed his engorged member inside, watching the increasingly bright, increasingly confused
light in Cui Cui's eyes.
Cui Cui's breasts were still so bright red, thin lips holding the egg-sized nipples. Her father's eyes turned green.
He watched with delight. He could penetrate his aunt's vagina freely, but Cui Cui had just had a miscarriage, and he was afraid of tearing
her.
He lay on top of his daughter, creating a little space, and watched their union from there.
Just as his head was fully inside, he called out, "Cui Cui."
Cui Cui frowned and answered, then turned her face away. Deep
down, the father wanted his daughter to watch with him, to see their bodies intertwined.
He mischievously sawed back and forth a few times, making Cui Cui moan softly.
Just as he straightened up, ready to thrust, he saw a figure flash outside the door. He realized his aunt's
eyes had been watching, and this position blocked his and Cui Cui's union. A more lewd desire
made him pull out. He saw Cui Cui's puzzled look as he withdrew. He gently embraced Cui Cui, dragging her
to the edge of the bed, facing the doorway. Just when he thought he could see everything from this angle, he lifted Cui Cui's thighs
, completely exposing her genitals.
The father half-embraced Cui Cui in his arms, looking down at her nipples. This position looked even
more lewd. He thrust his large lower body towards her.
Cui Cui was ashamed of this novel position, looking tenderly at her father in her arms.
The father arched his body and thrust in like a spring, making Cui Cui's body jerk and involuntarily
let out a moan. Then, the father seemed to hear a sound coming from outside the door, and he frantically
dug inside Cui Cui.
Cui Cui hadn't moaned much before the father tilted his head back and took her lips into his mouth, swallowing her tongue while
thrusting inside her like a rabbit.
After a while of this back and forth, Cui Cui's breathing became weaker and weaker, even her eyes rolled back, and she kept
sticking out her tongue.
Some sticky white stuff came out of her vagina, smearing it on the head of his penis. The father felt
the sticky pleasure inside Cui Cui. He heard the same hurried breathing outside the door as Cui Cui, and his heart tightened. He thrust
a few times, but suddenly felt a surge of desire. He tried desperately to suppress it, but the urge to
burst forth forced him to let go. He pounded again, accompanied by Cui Cui's suppressed moans and trembling, shooting
deep into her.
As he withdrew, he vaguely saw a shadow flash outside the door, and then saw
a gush of white fluid gushing out from inside Cui Cui.
"Cui Cui, dinner's ready," Aunt called from outside at the opportune moment.
Seeing Cui Cui's disheveled hair and flushed face, Father pulled her close, "Let's eat."
It was already the Beginning of Summer, and in the countryside, there's a saying, "Look at the summer harvest from the Beginning of Summer." At this time, summer crops enter their later stages of growth,
winter wheat is flowering and filling out, and the harvest for the summer crops is basically determined.
Aunt saw that there was basically nothing to do in the fields, so she suggested going home to visit. There was a hint of reluctance in Father's eyes
, and Aunt seemed a little sad as well.
"Auntie, let's wait a few more days," the father urged, though he didn't dare insist.
The aunt hesitated.
"It's time to go back and see her," she said, glancing sideways, "It's alright, I'll come back later." The aunt's tone was ambiguous
.
Cui Cui knew what they were thinking.
"Auntie, the weeds in the field are growing so fast, you should stay a few more days."
Her aunt glanced at her and scolded, "Can't you help Dad in the fields?"
Cui Cui replied, "I can help Dad in the fields, but I can't help him plant the seeds."
Her aunt blushed, "You silly girl," she said softly, "the seedlings are already so tall, what's the point of planting them
?"
"Hehe," Cui Cui took her aunt's arm, "You should stay, Auntie."
The weather in early May was unpredictable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. Cui Cui's family's land was mostly on steep slopes far from their home. Her father
often went to the fields alone to weed and hoe the seedlings. Seeing how well they were growing, he would come back beaming,
drinking wine, and talking about the prospects of a bountiful harvest.
The younger siblings listened intently, shoveling food into their mouths, dreaming of a good harvest so they could sell the grain and buy new
clothes. Then, urged by Cui Cui, they went inside to do their homework, while Cui Cui helped her aunt tidy up in the kitchen.
"Cui Cui, what do you think of Dad?" her aunt asked, washing the dishes.
Cui Cui, squatting down and picking up trash, replied, "Auntie, do you really like Dad?"
Her aunt's heart pounded at the question. She hadn't expected Cui Cui to be so direct. These past few days, she'd been worried Cui
Cui would notice something; her eyelids had been twitching, a bad omen.
"You brat, so disrespectful," she said softly, stopping her work. "Your dad spoils
you."
"Auntie, I know."
"If you know, then serve him well." Her aunt wouldn't let her continue.
"Hehe," Cui Cui put down her work, "Auntie, I know you mean well, but Dad…"
Her aunt looked at her, listening to her continue.
"Auntie, you're pregnant, aren't you?"
Auntie's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "Little brat, what do you know?" Auntie's expression was a little
unnatural.
Cui Cui twitched her nose, making a disdainful gesture, which made Auntie's heart race.
"Dad likes you to stay."
Auntie thought Cui Cui was referring to the day she was leaving: "Your dad's just worried about tiring you out."
Cui Cui thought Auntie was pretending not to know: "Actually, it's not a big deal that you and Dad are close."
Auntie stamped her foot in fright, and the bowl in her hand crashed to the ground, shattering. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up,
spitting, "Little brat, talking nonsense."
Cui Cui moved over, sweeping the shards with a broom, her eyes fixed on Auntie's stomach, making Auntie's heart
pound.
"Auntie, you're about two months pregnant, aren't you?"
Auntie was shocked, vaguely sensing that Cui Cui knew something, her eyes filled with a complex expression.
"Dad has always wanted another son, Aunt," Cuicui put down the broom, "so just give birth to him
."
Her aunt opened her mouth wide, speechless.
"Actually, I heard what you and Dad said that day," Cuicui said softly.
"You...you didn't see anything, did you?" The aunt's worst fears had come true, but she still hoped Cuicui hadn't
seen too much.
Unexpectedly, Cuicui giggled and whispered to her aunt, "You want me not to see anything?"
The aunt, blushing with embarrassment, slapped her lightly, "You little brat!"
Cuicui obediently hugged her aunt, rubbing her face against her, "Auntie, yours is bigger than mine."
"What did you say?" The aunt opened her mouth, unable to close it for a long time. "Oh my god!" she muttered softly
, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.
"Auntie...Dad likes a boy."
The aunt suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, a slight dizziness, and then her stomach churned. She hurriedly ran out.
The father, sitting in the main room, watched his aunt rush over and asked, puzzled, "Cuicui, what's
wrong with your aunt?"
"I don't know, she was fine just now."
The father and daughter had just finished speaking when they heard the aunt vomit. Cuicui ran over and gently
supported her from the side.
"Auntie, what's wrong?"
Auntie wiped her mouth. "It's nothing, just get me some tissues."
Cui Cui pulled some out of the toilet paper roll and handed it to her. Auntie covered her mouth. "You haven't experienced this before?"
"Me?" Cui Cui looked at her auntie in confusion.
Auntie smiled wryly and gently poked her delicate cheek.
Cui Cui suddenly remembered the vomiting she had experienced a few months ago. At first, she thought she had some kind of illness,
feeling as if she was going to die.
"Women are like this when they're pregnant," Auntie said casually.
This time, Cui Cui was stunned. She suddenly understood that the vomiting that had lasted for about a month was because
she was pregnant.
"You mean..." Cui Cui looked at her auntie.
Auntie's face flushed. "It's nothing, it'll get better after a while."
The two women walked out, each lost in their own thoughts.
The rain that had been lingering for several days finally stopped, and the villagers all breathed a sigh of relief. If it had continued like this
, there would have been no hope for this year's wheat harvest.
Father looked at the clear sky, as happy as a child.
"Auntie, maybe this year will be a good harvest."
Auntie sat to the side sewing shoe soles. "The south wind is blowing, it won't be long before it's ripe."
Sure enough, the southwest wind blew fiercely, and the wheat grew better day by day, finally turning the fields
golden.
Father had been out all day, and when he returned in the evening, he took out the sickle he had prepared.
"Auntie, let's start harvesting tomorrow."
"Is everything ready?" Auntie asked casually as she served the food.
"The crop on the southwest hillside ripened early, it's all harvested, there's no time, and besides, we don't know what the weather will be
like, it's better to start early."
"Dad, I'll go tomorrow too."
In the countryside, during the busy farming season, if there are oxen, use oxen; if not, use calves. Cui Cui was already a semi-laborer.
"Then you can help tie it up."
In May and June, mosquitoes were already everywhere. After serving the meal, Auntie was busy putting up mosquito nets for her two young nieces and
nephews, while Cui Cui brought a basin of water to wash her feet.
"Dad, aren't you going to wash your feet?"
Her father, sitting on a reed mat enjoying the cool air, puffed on his pipe. Cui Cui knelt before him, gently
dipping his large feet into the water.
Years of working in the fields had left them calloused, and Cui Cui rubbed them lightly.
In the summer heat, clothes were thin; Cui Cui was only wearing a t-shirt. Leaning forward, the thin t
-shirt barely covered anything, and now it revealed her breasts, which her father's gaze freely entered
.
Mosquitoes buzzed around, and Cui Cui swatted them as she washed her feet.
Suddenly, she saw her father's eyes, looked down, and blushed. Her heart pounded, and
she glanced into the doorway.
Her father coughed, took off his pipe, tapped it, and placed it on the ground. Then he stretched his large feet
between Cui Cui's legs.
Suddenly, Cui Cui stumbled and landed right on her father's lap. She felt his foot gently lift her, landing squarely
on her genitals. Cui Cui didn't dare move. Her younger siblings were still awake, and she dared not make a move. She only
whispered, "Auntie, I'm pregnant."
But her father lifted his foot inside, staring at her, making her blush and her heart race.
"Almost two months," her father suddenly said, his eyes flashing with a light that made Cui Cui uneasy.
"Dad, shouldn't Auntie go back?"
Cui Cui was constantly worried about the outcome, afraid of those countless eyes twinkling like stars.
"After you finish harvesting the wheat,"
her father said, his sharp big toe already sliding in from the side, scratching at Cui Cui.
"Tell your aunt to bring a sheet."
Cui Cui called out loudly, "Auntie, bring the sheet!"
In the countryside, families used sheets to cover themselves from the dew on summer nights.
"Okay,"
her aunt replied from inside. But her father continued to thrust unabashedly inside her.
"Auntie, did you vomit?"
Cui Cui didn't answer, but asked, "Dad, is this how all women are when they're pregnant?"
Her father's eyes were like awls, piercing all the way down Cui Cui's collar.
"Little girl," her father chuckled teasingly, his big toe lewdly picking at her skin, "didn't you vomit last time
?"
Just then, her aunt called from inside, "Cui Cui, where did you put the mosquito coil? In—"
"In the cabinet behind the door," Cui Cui called out, but her father suddenly shoved him in, and Cui Cui, caught off guard,
fell to the ground. The foot basin crashed over.
Her aunt, who had come out carrying a sheet, saw the scene and, with a smile, placed the sheet on the mat, quickly helping
Cui Cui up: "Oh dear, how could you be so careless? Come inside and change your clothes."
Cui Cui picked up the foot basin and hurriedly left.
"Brother, you should be more discreet with Cui Cui," her aunt reminded her father, putting down the sheet. Of course, she couldn't bear to let Cui Cui
see the two of them being intimate.
"What does Cui Cui know?" The father, still unsatisfied, took the sheet and covered them both.
"This little girl is clever," the aunt said, pushing away her father's outstretched hand. "We still have to harvest tomorrow."
She was afraid that if she lost her essence now, it would harm her body tomorrow.
"Brother has plenty of strength."
The father stubbornly and forcefully turned her around
. He hadn't succeeded with Cui Cui earlier, so he could try it on the aunt.
The aunt giggled: "So you have to use your strength on women? Brother, Cui Cui knows I'm pregnant."
"Hehe." The father chuckled foolishly, his hands wandering over the aunt's body.
"No, it tickles."
The aunt tried to dodge, but her father pulled her into his arms. He reached inside her collar and felt her large, heavy breasts
, which he gently kneaded.
"You think you can hide it from Cui Cui?"
"You mean Cui Cui already knew?" Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and the aunt silently
made a wish.
"You were vomiting like that, and Cui Cui isn't a virgin anymore," her father said, speaking the truth.
"No wonder she said you like boys, it turns out..." Aunt paused, tilting her head back and blinking her
big eyes. Her father was captivated, and he lowered his head to kiss her chin.
"You're going to die! What if Cui Cui sees us?" Aunt pouted.
"What's there to be afraid of? I wish she saw us."
"You?" Aunt said in surprise, "Aren't you afraid..."
"At a time like this, what's there to be afraid of?"
Aunt remained silent.
"Can we hide forever? Cui Cui, you saw us too," her father said, staring at her.
Aunt blushed, suddenly remembering that day when she hid outside the door, watching the father and daughter. Did
her brother know?
"Cui Cui and I have known each other for a long time," he said, touching her large breasts, "Why do you still care?"
"No, brother," Aunt protested.
"That day, I knew you were hiding outside the door, so I let Cui Cui be in that position. I knew you would see us."
"You're bad! You're bad!" Aunt pounded her fist on his chest.
"Hehe," Father chuckled with delight, "I like it when you look at me and her, her aunt. That's how I
feel like she's my woman."
"You naughty thing!" Aunt scolded, stroking Father's chest. "Don't tell me you also like to let
her..." She trailed off, then stopped abruptly.
"I want tonight..." Father looked at Aunt's surprised expression, "Just now, when Cui Cui washed my feet, I
put my feet inside her."
"You...you let her come over." Father looked at Aunt's snow-white breasts in the dim moonlight.
"No! That would be so embarrassing." Aunt was afraid of that moment. Although she had peeked from outside the door before,
it was still a clandestine affair.
"Cui Cui, get a torch and light the mosquito coils." Father shouted.
"Yes..." Cui Cui, who had been dawdling inside, rushed out when she heard Father's call.
Cui Cui saw Aunt nestled in Father's arms, paused, and then awkwardly lit the mosquito coils.
"Dad, I'm going to take a shower." She deliberately tried to avoid him.
Her father reached out and grabbed Cui Cui's arm. "Come in."
Cui Cui was pulled into her father's arms involuntarily. She stood there, stunned and afraid to move. Her father took the opportunity to kiss
her. Cui Cui was so frightened that she dared not breathe. This was the first time she had kissed her father in front of her aunt. Although she had given her father
oral sex before, it was for treatment.
"Silly girl, your aunt already knows about us." Her father said, and put his hand between Cui Cui's legs.
Cui Cui did not expect her father to do this, to take her in front of her aunt.
"Aunt..." She had just uttered a word when her father pressed down on her.
"Your aunt likes to watch me have sex with you."
Her father's hand went inside Cui Cui. Cui Cui was so ashamed and flustered that she kept looking at her aunt.
Her aunt blushed and hid to the side, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally scanning her father's actions.
The father pinned Cui Cui down, spreading her thighs wide, deliberately positioning them towards her aunt. His hands
roamed freely inside, stirring Cui Cui's desire.
She tried to lower her legs, but her father hoisted them onto his shoulders. This position left Cui Cui's thighs wide open, allowing her aunt
a clear view of everything inside. Cui Cui was already drooling like a snail, her aunt knowing the girl was
aroused. Cui Cui buried
her head under her father's shoulder, avoiding her aunt's gaze.
Taking advantage of the situation, the father suckled and licked Cui Cui's nipple. Cui Cui moaned softly,
clinging to her father's neck. He slowly straddled her, his hands
groping around to bring her aunt closer. Her aunt dared not breathe; she had no idea what her father intended to
do.
The father's hand slipped inside the aunt's loose clothes. The aunt tried to cover herself, but he pushed her away. His
hand roughly moved down her lower abdomen, pausing briefly on her high, hairy mons pubis before moving
downwards.
The aunt felt that rough, large hand digging into her thick, wet area. She held her breath, looking
at Cui Cui, who was pressed beneath her father, afraid that Cui Cui would turn her head and see.
The father held her there, but then thrust his enormous member towards Cui Cui. The aunt saw his
member slowly dig open, tearing open Cui Cui's bright red vulva, then suddenly sliding out.
Cui Cui, ashamed, buried her head in her father's chest. Then, to the aunt's surprise, Cui Cui grabbed her father's wildly bouncing
member and placed it between her legs. This time, the father thrust in, and with a forceful movement, Cui Cui
let out a muffled groan. The aunt saw that half of the poker-like member was swallowed.
The father pulled Cui Cui closer to his lower body, their buttocks pressed together, and his
large hand, which had been on his aunt's vulva, suddenly dug in, oblivious to their father-daughter relationship. The aunt, caught off guard, felt the rough calluses of her father's hand scratch her tender
flesh, and she recoiled, only to be pushed in even deeper by her father.
In the instant the aunt frowned and closed her eyes, she saw her father thrust his buttocks downwards, and a gurgling sound came from inside Cui Cui
.
He pulled at her vulva, forcefully thrusting into Cui Cui.
Cuicui, aroused and drenched in lust by her father's teasing, involuntarily embraced him. This little girl had already
spied on them and knew about her father and aunt's affair; she had already accepted it psychologically, and her desire was now aroused.
Her father, also stimulated by his aunt beside him, was even more passionate than before. Determined to show his own sister
, he lifted his hips and thrust hard. Father and daughter, caught up in their passion, released a stream of fluids
, the sounds of their thrusts pounding against each other a horrifying sound to her aunt's ears.
"Dad, Dad..." Cuicui gasped, gasping for breath, as if she were about to die.
Her aunt, held by her father, seemed to be trying to stop her, her eyes constantly scanning Cuicui,
afraid that Cuicui might faint or cause a violent scene.
Finally, Cuicui, hoarse, grabbed a sheet beside her and put it in her mouth, letting out soft, intermittent sobs.
The father shifted his body, chasing after Cuicui. The thin sheet billowed, barely covering the three of them.
Just as the aunt's body was out of sight, she tightly gripped a corner, trying to conceal her father's
hand that was digging inside.
"Ah..." She tried to hold onto her father's hand, to stop him from moving, but the more she did so, the more interested her father
became in seizing that area. He slid from her clitoris up to her vulva, and with the momentum of his thrusting into Cuicui, he suddenly thrust inside her
. This made the aunt tense, but she dared not cry out, so she could only hold it in, covering her mouth with her hand, her legs
kicking incessantly on the mat.
"Cuicui, Cuicui,"
the father suddenly whispered, the calls growing louder and faster. Auntie sensed something was wrong. Just as she
was convulsing, secretly enjoying the pleasure her father was giving her, she suddenly felt him tremble. His
hand, gripping her pubic hair, yanked hard. Auntie winced in pain, then felt her father's legs kick,
letting out a howl from his throat.
Cui Cui also cried out in suppressed sobs. Auntie seemed to hear the life-giving sap gushing out like magma, gushing
into Cui Cui's river of life.
When everything quieted down, she lifted the sheet, only to hear her father mutter, "Auntie, don't..."
Auntie saw something strange in her father's eyes. She was afraid he would say something that would embarrass her
. Fortunately, the two little ones were already asleep. She hurriedly dragged her chubby bottom into the room.
A hint of regret appeared in her father's eyes.
The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the air thick with heat. Cui Cui was groggily
awakened by the sound of someone sharpening a sickle. She got up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, only to hear her aunt already
preparing the meal in the kitchen.
"Cui Cui, it's time to eat."
The fragrant aroma of the food made Cui Cui feel ravenously hungry.
"Get up and wash your face, we're going to the fields soon."
Cui Cui heard her aunt next door calling, "Uncle, the weather's so nice, it's time to go harvest the wheat."
"The wheat in the fields near the mountain is ripe." Her father, always a man of few words, continued sharpening his sickle with a resounding thud.
"The weather forecast says it'll rain for the next few days," her aunt said, her tone a mix of reminder and complaint.
"Your family today…" Her father finished sharpening the last bit and stood up.
"Ours is in Nanwa Village, just starting to ripen. The old man is going to check on things in the fields today."
The two chatted back and forth. Auntie had prepared the meal and stood there waiting for him to put the sickle in the bag
.
"Uncle, while the weather's good and your sister's here, you should hurry and harvest some more," Auntie said with a hint of envy.
"Sister-in-law, haven't you cooked yet?" Auntie had to chime in.
"It's ready, we'll eat when your second brother comes back,"
Auntie said, seemingly winnowing something in a winnowing basket.
"We'll eat first then,"
Father coughed and followed Auntie into the house.
Cui Cui was brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom. She heard Father slurping down corn porridge. Auntie sat
beside him, peeled an egg, and put it in Father's bowl.
"You eat it yourself," Father said politely.
"Your health is important," Auntie said with a touch of concern. "You still have to work in the fields today."
There was a hint of reproach in her tone, and Cui Cui knew what Auntie was scolding Father about.
"That little bit of work is nothing," Father said defiantly.
"A drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood,"
Auntie said, then fell silent, but kept her eyes fixed on Father.
Their eyes met, and the aunt quickly looked away, while the father lowered his head and slurped his drink again.
The hillside in front of the house was terraced, covered with trees and vines. The wheat from Cui Cui's family grew deep in the mountains
, on a high terraced field. Above the wheat field was a large stone pond, and the other three sides were planted
with lush green rapeseed.
Occasionally, a breeze swept through the hillside, bringing a touch of coolness to Cui Cui, who had been squatting for a while. She straightened her back and
looked up. Her father and aunt had already divided the entire wheat field into two sections.
"Aunt, take a break," Cui Cui called out, pursing her dry lips and brushing her bangs aside.
Her back ached slightly from being used twice by her father last night.
The aunt, wiping away sweat, turned to look at her and said, "Fill it up." Then she bent over again and
continued cutting.
Cui Cui found a clean spot, moved a stone, took out the thermos, and poured in water. Then she walked to the pond
, which was surrounded by trees and vines, offering a refreshing coolness in the weather.
Cui Cui dipped her hands in the water, washed her face, and then took off her pants.
Just as she finished relieving herself and took out some toilet paper from her pocket to wipe herself, she heard footsteps. She quickly
pulled up her pants and stood up, only to suddenly see her father standing to the side.
"Dad," she called softly, then hesitated and squatted down again.
Her father stood there, glanced at her, then unzipped his pants, took out his own, and
began to urinate into the pond.
A hint of embarrassment welled up on Cui Cui's sweaty face. She arched her backside and quickly wiped herself, when suddenly
she saw her father's eyes through her raised buttocks; he was looking at her white buttocks from behind.
Cui Cui hurriedly squatted down, pulled up her pants, and fled as if escaping.
Auntie wiped her sweat with a towel as she watched Cuicui come up.
It was nearly noon, the sun blazing down, the air thick with heat.
Auntie glanced at the sun, estimating lunchtime.
"Auntie, why don't you go wash up too?"
Auntie was already drenched in sweat.
"Later," Auntie replied, glancing towards the pond, guessing her father was there.
"Cuicui, ask your aunt to get me a towel," her father called from the pond.
Auntie hesitated, slowly searching.
"Cuicui, go ahead."
"Auntie…" Cuicui urged, drawing out her words, "Dad loves you."
Auntie gave her a shy look: "You naughty thing."
"Your dad…" came the questioning look and tone.
Cuicui knew what her aunt was thinking.
"It's so hot outside, just go wash your face,"
Auntie said, slowly taking the towel and going down into the pond.
Suddenly, Cuicui heard splashing sounds from the pond; someone was playing in the water.
She looked in that direction, secretly anticipating something.
When Aunt walked down the embankment, Father was already in the water. The scorching sun made him feel
hot all over. He washed his face, took off his clothes, and enjoyed the coolness of the water in the summer heat.
Aunt blushed and glanced at the shore. At this moment, she was most afraid that Cui Cui was watching from the shadows. Hesitantly, she
whispered, "Your towel."
Father swam over, and Aunt, who had originally intended to put it on the ground, felt it was inappropriate and reached out to hand it to Father
.
Father, who was only half-submerged in the water, reached out and took it. Just as Aunt was about to pull her hand away, Father quickly grabbed
her hand. Aunt trembled; she hadn't expected Father to do this at this moment.
She dared not make a sound, nor dared she look up at him.
Father held her small hand, feeling her heartbeat.
Finally, Aunt whispered, "Cui Cui saw it."
Father, who was about to let go, suddenly gripped her hand tightly, making Aunt's heart pound. Her flushed
face looked like a blooming, beautiful flower in the pond.
Father stared, mesmerized, then suddenly pulled. "Ouch..." With a splash, Aunt fell into the pond.
Cui Cui rushed over, only to see her soaking wet Aunt being held in her father's arms.
"Cui Cui, pull me up!" Aunt looked at Cui Cui on the bank, her face even redder.
Cui Cui stared blankly, instinctively reaching out. Just as she pulled on her aunt's hand, she suddenly
felt a strong force from behind. Before she could understand what was happening, she was pulled into the water
. Another cry of surprise.
Father quickly swam over and held Cui Cui in his arms. The two wet bodies leaned against each other, Father
's arms around their waists, but they were drifting further and further away from the bank.
A patch of duckweed bloomed in the pond. Two frogs, who were embracing, saw them and hurriedly jumped into the water, carrying
the smaller, thinner frog away. Aunt's face rippled like water.
"Aunt!" Cui Cui, who was being held by her father's arms, called out curiously at the frogs' posture, "Frogs
..." In this pond, she felt more comfortable than outside, though the clothes wrapped around her
made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"That's embracing."
Her father's hand moved down to her aunt's waist. She struggled slightly, but felt her father undo her
pants. She knew he was still unwilling to give up what he had failed to do last night.
She tried to stop him, because Cui Cui was in front of her.
In waist-deep water, her father could easily carry out his plan, and since her aunt dared not expose herself, he
deftly pulled down her pants while still holding Cui Cui.
Aunt blushed with embarrassment, but thankfully the water concealed most of her body.
"At this time of year, the frogs, male and female, huddle together," Father explained. Aunt listened, as
if he were talking about her. "Even the frogs know this,"
Cuicui said, knowing Father was about to do it. She glanced at Aunt, only to see her looking at her
with a complex expression.
Cuicui looked down at the waist-deep water, her questions swirling like eddies in the pond
.
"Brother," Aunt called softly, as if trying to avoid her gaze. Cuicui was bewildered, looking down at
the swirling eddies beneath Aunt.
Father simply released Cuicui and scooped Aunt up in his arms. Cuicui's eyes widened in shock; Aunt's lower body was
completely naked.
"Ah…" Aunt, embarrassed, glanced at Cuicui again before burying her face in Father's chest.
In such a place, there was no room for her to struggle, and nowhere to cover herself. Driven only by female instinct, she covered
that area with her hands.
Cui Cui saw her aunt's crotch swaying like a clump of waterweed in the shallow, clear water.
"Brother, I'm so embarrassed,"
her father muttered softly, picking her up and quickly walking a few steps. The water in the pond splashed and scurried
, and the frogs scattered in all directions.
Her father's lower abdomen was already exposed, and Cui Cui saw that clump of waterweed emerging from between his legs.
"Cui Cui,"
her father's eyes urged her on. Cui Cui involuntarily followed, and her father released his aunt. Her aunt
instinctively grabbed Cui Cui's shoulders, and her father held her legs under his armpits.
Her aunt blushed, looking at her father from the side.
Her father's greedy eyes were fixed on her aunt's waterweed-like area; a large clam bulged out, and Cui Cui could even
see the delicious clam meat inside.
Aunt's eyes became shy and uneasy as her father reached out his hand. She looked around nervously, and just as his
large hand almost covered her there, she glanced quickly at Cuicui, then closed her eyes again.
Her father's fingers immediately buried inside her, prying open her two thick labia. Cuicui could only see her aunt's
opening and closing.
"Brother... Brother..." Aunt's body trembled with her father's movements. The wicked father
looked at the strange shape with lust, his eyes occasionally glancing at Cuicui's face.
Cui Cui's face burned, as if her father was teasing her. She couldn't help but recall
his teasing under the sheets last night, and the muffled moans of her aunt beside her, like
the sounds she herself had made last night when she couldn't bear her father's torment and bit the sheets.
Finally, her aunt couldn't hold back any longer, opening her mouth wide and looking up at her father: "Brother, stop it." Then she
shyly pulled away.
Cui Cui saw a barely perceptible smile on her father's face; he seemed quite pleased with her aunt's actions. He
tightened his arms around her aunt's thighs, parting her large labia with both hands. Cui Cui could clearly see the protruding
fleshy tongue inside. Just as she stared wide-eyed, her father lowered his head, his stubble-covered face
pressing against her aunt's vulva. Her aunt's body trembled, and she nestled into Cui Cui's arms in shame.
Cui Cui saw her father's tongue enter her aunt's, stirring, the thick labia opening and closing, her aunt
's body trembling, and ripples of moisture spreading around the three of them.
"Brother...brother...stop it..." Auntie slumped down from Cui Cui's shoulders, her body seemingly limp.
Cui Cui grabbed her, and Auntie struggled to pull herself up.
"I can't take it, please do it to me," she gasped, pleading.
Father, seeing Auntie's strange appearance, saw his enormous, astonishing member emerge from the water,
like an ancient turtle, dripping wet, and lay on top of her. He then grabbed Auntie's two
snow-white thighs and thrust into her through the crevice.
"Ah..." Auntie gripped Cui Cui's shoulders tightly, letting out a cry uncontrollably, "Cui Cui,
Cui Cui."
Cui Cui resisted the force of Father's thrusts through Auntie's body, her lower body reacting involuntarily.
The silent pond was filled only with the occasional croaking of frogs seeking mates and the soft splashing sounds.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the undergrowth of the pond.
Cui Cui saw a pair of eyes peeking through the dense weeds, and she trembled with fright. Then she heard a splash
—her aunt had fallen into the water.
Her father froze, his previously engorged penis instantly shrinking.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and the limp father suddenly perked up, running naked out of the pond
like a wolf.
Her aunt, whom Cui Cui had pulled out, choked on water. She clung tightly to Cui Cui, her face pale.
"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch!"
A burst of angry curses accompanied by the sounds of fighting rang out.
The aunt's eyes widened in terror; both mother and daughter were completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The father viciously grabbed a boy and dragged him over.
"Shameless!"
The father grabbed the boy by the neck and shoved him violently into the pond. "Ah…" To the boy's surprise, he
screamed and plunged in. Cui Cui and her aunt were terrified, their faces deathly pale.
"You beast!"
The moment he struggled to surface, Cuicui and her aunt recognized him as Erzhuzi from Old Wang's family at the west end of the village. Her aunt
gasped in terror, trembling as if the sky had fallen.
Erzhuzi cursed viciously, "Shameless! Having sex with your own family!"
He wiped the water droplets from his face and struggled to get out, but her father pressed his head down again, shoving it hard into the water
.
Cuicui saw a series of bubbles and ripples rising from the pond, and her heart clenched
.
Finally, the ripples disappeared, and the bubbles grew smaller and smaller. Cuicui remembered that her aunt had no strength left; her
father had to drag her out of the pond, half-carrying her.
On the third day, Erzhuzi was pulled from the pond; his head was buried in the mud, and
he had suffocated. Her aunt remained mentally unstable for a few days, eventually going insane. Her father, also frightened, became impotent and never
recovered.
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...

"Old problem, let Yuanyuan massage it and it'll be fine." Feng Moujia deliberately panted heavily, knelt up, and said to his mother
, "Yuanyuan, put in some effort." Then, he lifted his daughter up, letting her sit on his lap, half-holding her in
his arms.
Feng Yuanyuan was mortified; her father's penis was already hard between her legs.
Feng Moujia pressed his daughter's breasts against his chest, kissed her for a while, then
kissed down her neck. Feng Yuanyuan knew her father would do that, and sure enough, Feng Moujia pinched her
breasts and sucked on her nipples. He thrust his penis in forcefully.
"Yuanyuan, be my concubine," he shamelessly begged his daughter, bouncing her hips up and down
.
Hearing his daughter remain silent, Feng Moujia continued, "Have a child with Daddy, and you'll be my stepmother."
Yuanyuan sensed that her father's words were shameless and knew he was deliberately trying to get her pregnant.
"Your mother left us, and you're my only family now. You'll be my woman and have my children."
Feng Moujia said lewdly while suckling his daughter's nipple, his hand occasionally pinching Feng Yuanyuan
's vulva.
"Dad," Feng Yuanyuan retorted angrily, "What kind of father and daughter do this?"
Feng Moujia then brought up Cuicui's story, saying that Cuicui had borne her father's child. Feng Yuanyuan didn't believe
such a thing could exist: "That's all a lie. What daughter bears her father's child?"
"Why not?" Feng Moujia said, "If we're like this, the child will come."
Feng Yuanyuan knew her father was referring to their sexual relationship, and said in humiliation, "Dad, if Grandma finds out
, how can I live?"
Feng Moujia rolled over and pinned her to the bed, kissing her and turning on the light.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to work again."
"Dad, please spare me."
Feng Yuanyuan hoped her father would change his mind, but Feng Moujia thought his daughter was afraid of being discovered and dared not be open with him
.
During this time, her father slipped out of Feng Yuanyuan's body several times, but Feng Moujia pulled him back in with his hand.
"We're going to Ruili in Yunnan. I heard it borders Myanmar, and nobody knows there." He excitedly
made love to his daughter, "When we get there, we'll rent a house, and you can serve me like your mother did, and have children."
Hearing her father say these shameless words, Feng Yuanyuan, her body weak and powerless from the abuse, gasped for breath
.
Feng Moujia spread his daughter's legs: "That Cui Cui told me herself that she loves her father, and that she even
got pregnant with him twice."
Under the light, Feng Moujia looked at their position; his thing was moving in and out with a ferocious expression. Cui Cui's
small vulva was tightly gripped, expelling a thick layer of white fluid.
"Ah..." Feng Moujia couldn't help but cry out, "So comfortable." He leaned down and pressed her down, arching his body and thrusting
all the way in. "Back then, your mother was like a dead person, and Dad just wanted to be with you..."
When Feng Yuanyuan heard her father mention her mother, she was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.
Feng Moujia continued, "If you want to, just moan. Moaning feels good."
He knew from other women that men and women enjoyed each other's moans and groans during sex.
Although Feng Yuanyuan was driven to the brink of ecstasy by her father, she still groaned silently, afraid that her grandmother next door
would hear, and even more unwilling to let her father see her loss of control.
Seeing his daughter's forced restraint, Feng Moujia deliberately used his methods, pressing his head against Yuanyuan's body, sucking on
her nipples, and thrusting in and out of her. Yuanyuan, after all, had little sexual experience; her
meager knowledge came only from books and her father. Moreover, her father often
satisfied his desires with prostitutes at low prices while working away from home.
Finally, she broke down, because her father not only sucked on her nipples but also inserted one hand into their
genitals, pressing and grinding her clitoris. She could no longer withstand her father's three-pronged attack; she gasped for breath, her eyes filled with a dazed
and seductive gaze, her hands involuntarily embracing her father.
Feng Moujia was pleasantly surprised to see his daughter aroused. He touched her G-spot, rubbing it vigorously until Feng Yuanyuan
shook her head and leaned against his shoulder, biting it hard. Then, Feng Moujia felt
a gush of vaginal fluid spurt from his daughter's vagina.
He never expected to bring his daughter to orgasm at home. In hotels or rented rooms, Yuanyuan
had never been so out of control. Watching her body convulse, he thrust his large member inside, feeling
its hardness.
"Ah... Dad... Dad..." Feng Yuanyuan let out a long sigh.
Feng Moujia thrust hard a few times, watching excitedly.
"Isn't it slutty?" he said, pressing close to his daughter's body, as if venting his anger, "You little slut, I'll fuck
you to death!"
For a moment, father and daughter felt nothing else existed, only their desire remained.
But it was this heavy breathing that alerted the mother, who had always worried about her son's health. She tiptoed out
of bed and, through the dim light in the room and a crack in the door, saw
a scene she could hardly believe—a scene she would never forget: her son and her own granddaughter doing
what only husband and wife should do on their wedding bed.
She was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth for a long time. Her son's pleasurable yet vicious actions reminded her of her husband and
her. How could such a shameful thing have happened to them? Didn't her son know she was his daughter? Just as she was
filled with shame, anger, surprise, and doubt, she saw her son, who was on top of his granddaughter, stiffen and let out a loud
howl. His enormous member unexpectedly sprang out from under Yuanyuan. Feng Moujia's face contorted as he reached out and grabbed
it, then forcefully shoved it back in from below.
"Ah...ah..." The man's uncontrollable cries of pleasure terrified his mother.
"Beast!" Feng's mother couldn't hold back any longer. She cursed fiercely, but then saw Feng Moujia and his daughter
turn their faces away at the same time.
"Grandma." Feng Yuanyuan shrank back in fright and burst into tears.
"You..." Feng's mother was in tears. She didn't know where to begin. Her mouth trembled for a long time before she could only slap
her thigh and sit down on the ground.
One was her son, the other her granddaughter. Although she had committed a shameful act against human ethics,
what could a mother do?
Feng Moujia was terrified and momentarily lost his composure. He had hoped his mother wouldn't hear him from the other room, and that he could have some fun with his daughter
. He hadn't expected that his momentary pleasure, coupled with his daughter's moans, would alert his mother to something.
"Mom, you…" he said, pulling the sheet over his daughter's body.
"You wretch!" she glared at her son… probably hating his lack of self-control.
Feng Moujia knelt on the floor, hoping for his mother's forgiveness.
"Mom, I was wrong."
"You… you still know…" Feng's mother sighed.
The three of them remained silent, only Feng Yuanyuan's soft sobs could be heard.
"Tell me, when did this happen?"
"Several years ago," Feng Moujia said timidly, facing his mother's questioning.
"So you've been living together all this time?" His mother's heart trembled.
"I slept with Yuanyuan after her mother left."
"You... how could you be so useless?" Mother Feng was exasperated. "Outside, there are so many women outside
," she said, her teeth aching with anger. "Ajia, you..." she stammered, "Don't you know she's your
daughter?"
"I know," Feng Jia honestly replied.
"Knowing that, you still..." Mother Feng wanted to kick her son, but she couldn't.

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