Father, daughter, and husband

Xiaoyi's most hated person was her father, Guoming. He was a truck driver, the most detestable and successful guy in the world. His salary was meager, and he would immediately spend it on drinking. When drunk, he would beat his wife. His wife couldn't bear the hardship and left home without a word.
After losing his wife, Guoming's temper became even more volatile. He stayed home drinking all day, depressed and listless. He didn't care about his daughter and young son, who had no food.
With the family facing such a major upheaval, Xiaoyi dropped out of school to take care of her younger brother and manage the household chores. One night, Guoming got drunk and collapsed on the bed, vomiting all over himself. Xiaoyi cleaned him up and, in her delirium, mistook her daughter for her wife. She pulled her onto the bed, tore her clothes, stripped her naked, and raped her. Xiaoyi was powerless to resist and endured the beating. Amidst her desperate pleas for mercy, Xiaoyi allowed her father to use her still-developing body as a tool for his lust.
When Guoming woke up, he found his daughter sleeping beside him, naked as he was, sobbing uncontrollably, her chest heaving, her nipples still unopened. The sheets were stained with blood and semen, and the pillow was soaked with tears. On the floor lay his daughter's torn clothes. Guoming felt remorse and pounded his chest, telling his daughter he had been wrong. He knew he wasn't a good father, but he couldn't have done such a beastly thing to his daughter. His alcohol-numbed mind mistakenly believed his wife had returned. Xiaoyi had indeed heard her father hold her tightly, thrusting his large penis into her vagina, repeatedly calling out her mother's name.
To express his remorse to his daughter, Guoming wrapped his naked daughter in the sheet, disregarding his own nakedness and his dignity as a father, kneeling before her, begging for a chance to change and atone for his mistakes. Since his wife had eloped, if his daughter didn't forgive him, there was no point in living. Xiaoyi was still afraid, trembling, tears welling in her eyes, she told her father that life was already hard enough, and that he had to pull himself together for her and her brother's sake. The siblings had lost their mother, and their father was their only support.
From that day on, Guoming was a completely different person. He gave up his drinking, worked diligently, and was extremely protective of his two young children, never touching Xiaoyi again. Although Xiaoyi longed to return to school, she shouldered the burden of supporting their broken family, managing the household, caring for her brother, and becoming a devoted housewife. Every day when Guoming came home, he would give her some money for household expenses. It wasn't much, but life wasn't difficult; a simple meal of two dishes and rice was enough to fill them up. Before bed, Guoming would always tell them about the interesting and less interesting things that had happened that day.
Xiaoyi believed her father had changed, she was no longer afraid of him, and began to feel a fondness for him she had never experienced before. Guoming had indeed changed; his life had gained new meaning. For Guoming, a rough man, it was an unexpected presence that filled his emptiness.
One day, Guoming received a substantial tip and went home early to buy new clothes for his daughter and son. Xiaoyi, unaware of her father's return, was taking a shower in the kitchen. The door was ajar, and she kept an eye on her younger brother playing outside. Guoming excitedly went to find Xiaoyi. As soon as he pushed open the kitchen door, he saw her kneeling naked on the floor, water droplets running down her white back to her buttocks. Guoming, who hadn't tasted flesh for months, was instantly aroused. His heart pounded, his face flushed, and his penis became erect. Hearing voices, Xiaoyi turned around, their eyes meeting. She hurriedly covered her slightly bulging breasts in embarrassment. Guoming immediately averted his gaze from his daughter's curvaceous figure and ran away frantically.
Guoming wandered aimlessly through the streets, wandering into a place frequented by prostitutes. He saw one who flirted with him, so he grabbed her, took her to bed, and thrust his engorged penis into her vagina. She closed her legs, squeezed slightly, and he ejaculated. He spent most of his money, using the rest to buy alcohol, drinking until he was drunk. He didn't dare go home until the restaurant was closing, it was already past midnight. He found the food left for him on the table cold. His daughter and son were already asleep. Guoming sat alone, burying his face in his hands and weeping. Suddenly, a gentle hand touched his face, offering him a warm cloth to soothe it. Guoming didn't dare look up, muttering to himself, each word filled with self-pity.
Xiaoyi asked him where he had gone without a word, returning home so late, she was worried sick. Guoming, filled with shame and remorse, said, "I'm sorry, I'm such a good-for-nothing. I went to a prostitute and spent all the money I planned to use to buy you new clothes." Xiaoyi asked, "Is it because Daddy still misses Mommy?" Guoming said, "I don't miss your mommy anymore." What I was thinking was… Guoming's tongue tied, and he couldn't continue. It turned out that the person in his heart was his own daughter. Although Guoming was a rough and uncultured man, he still had a sense of propriety, shame, and social hierarchy. He warned himself every day not to have any impure thoughts about his daughter. But Xiaoyi's pure face, lovely smile, and her service to him made him think of her involuntarily, and in ways he couldn't even imagine. It wasn't just seeing Xiaoyi's bare back while she bathed that aroused his lust; her image was already imprinted in his heart. He couldn't shake her image, he couldn't live without her, and only thinking of her gave him the energy to work.
Guoming covered his face, tears streaming down his face as he poured out his heart, but he could only say so much, swallowing back the rest of his thoughts, because those were not words for a human being. He continued to curse his lust, slapping himself and pounding his chest as he did so. He told his daughter, "This is outrageous! I'm not human, worse than a beast! I peeped at my daughter bathing, and watching her made me hot and burning with lust… I found a prostitute and gave her the money I'd given you. A lot of money! I wanted her to pretend to be my daughter in bed and make love to me…" At this point, Guoming became so agitated he couldn't control himself. He stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and brandished it, saying, "I'm a heartless bastard! Sooner or later I'll defile my daughter again! Dying won't be a burden to anyone…" Just as Guoming placed the knife to his neck, blood flowed instantly. Xiaoyi, of course, wanted her father dead. She lunged at him, desperately trying to wrest the knife away. In the struggle, father and daughter grappled together. Suddenly, Guoming's hand holding the knife lost its strength, and it slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground. Instead, he caught Xiaoyi's slender waist. His slight intoxication made him unsteady on his feet; he staggered a few steps, supporting Xiaoyi. Guoming cried, and Xiaoyi cried too, embracing each other, nestled together, wailing. Guoming looked up at the roof, all the suppressed impulses, desires, and love in his heart flowing out with his tears. Guoming called out his daughter's name, apologizing and begging for her forgiveness, then kissed her passionately, recklessly, his kisses heavy and rhythmic. Guoming said, "Why didn't you let me die? If I died, I wouldn't hurt you anymore." Xiaoyi
sobbed, saying, "Dad, you can't die. Who will we rely on if you leave me and my brother?"
They remained silent, embracing each other. His emotions calmed slightly, and Guoming dared not kiss Xiaoyi again. In the silence, Guoming heard a resolute, trembling voice reach his ears: "Dad, if you need it so much, if you truly love me, I will give it to you." Guoming said, "No, you are my daughter. I can't do these shameful things with you anymore." His daughter said, "But have you ever thought that it would be better for us if you died? Is this how you show your love?"
As she spoke, Xiaoyi pushed Guoming away, tears welling in her eyes. Right in front of him, she unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her once pure, now defiled, snow-white body, using it as a way for her father to satisfy his lust. Guoming's hands trembled. He pressed down on his daughter's hands, preventing her from opening her clothes and exposing her nipples. Xiaoyi pulled her hand away, took her father's hand, and guided it under her pajamas, gently pressing it against her chest. Guoming's hands were no longer under his control, gently rubbing and touching his daughter's skin. A tenderness, from who knows where, made Guoming's calloused hands become delicate and nimble, gently kneading his daughter's still-childlike breasts. His hand lingered on the slightly raised mound of flesh, which wasn't actually sexy. He told himself, no, I can't release my lust on my daughter.
Guoming seemed to be trying to find that fascination within the sensation in his hand. He felt that Xiaoyi's breasts seemed to be gradually developing, and her delicate nipples were erect. Guoming seemed to have seen through the changes in his daughter's body beneath her clothes, and so he had the idea of buying her a bra. The bra his wife hadn't taken was too big and didn't fit her. If he hadn't wasted that money today, he would have had enough to buy her one. She would be wearing a new pair of bras, protecting her small breasts, and they would definitely look good. Xiaoyi lowered her head, the darkness concealing her shame, and let her still-weeping father help her untie and peel off her clothes one by one. Guoming's hands clumsily searched for her belt at the waistband, untied the knot, and the pants were pulled down, leaving her completely naked.
Guoming placed his hands on Xiaoyi's shoulders, noticing her petite figure, not even reaching her chest. Her waist and thighs already showed curves, her pubic hair hadn't grown yet, and her buttocks weren't perfectly round. The effects of the alcohol gradually wore off; his mind was half-awake, and in his hazy consciousness, he buried his daughter's face in his arms. Xiaoyi hated the strong smell of the alcohol on him, but her face pressed against a heart that had softened. Guoming embraced his daughter's light, naked body; what should have been a father's loving embrace had become a lover's caress, leading her to his bed.
His clear mind compelled him to repeatedly apologize to his daughter, who had endured his further violation. Xiaoyi dared not speak, lying on the bed, turning her head away, unable to look. His strong figure pressed down on her; she closed her eyes, accepting her father's thick, wooden penis. It wasn't easy at all, but Xiaoyi had already opened her body, and Guoming was very careful, holding Xiaoyi's buttocks, inch by inch, slowly entering her little vagina. There was no need for rash thrusting. Outside the window, the wind and rain were raging, the wind carrying raindrops that pounded against the windowpane, but inside the room, it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing and soft moans. A pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple, there was a unique tenderness and pity. It was hard to tell whether it was the release of animalistic desires or the expression of love. Xiaoyi accepted it all willingly. When Guoming's long-awaited sexual climax subsided, he said to his daughter, who was being manipulated, "Daddy made a mistake again. What should I do? What should I do?"
This was a human tragedy, a father and daughter relying on each other for survival in harsh conditions. From that night on, Xiaoyi slept in Guoming's bed, to give her father some comfort. Sleeping beside his innocent and pure daughter, Guoming always felt unworthy and indebted. A thinly dressed girl slept beside him. Even the slightest, unintentional touch would send a jolt of electricity through Guoming, his penis hardening, unable to sleep. Xiaoyi seemed to understand his heart; she would lean slightly towards her father. Guoming struggled internally, but lust always prevailed, and he would unbutton her pajamas. Xiaoyi lay there with her eyes closed, silent, letting Guoming do as he pleased.
This rough man, Guoming, was actually quite sensitive; after each encounter, he would repeatedly apologize to her. How could he not understand that his daughter, so young, had taken on the role of a wife, dealing with his ravenous sexual desires? Guoming also didn't understand how his daughter could handle his intense sexual urges; she seemed to know exactly when he wanted to make love.
The painful thing was, the more he tried to avoid Xiaoyi, the more uncontrollable his lust became.
Xiaoyi quickly adapted to the frequent sexual activity. Sleeping in the same bed, her father's casual touches turned into deliberate teasing, which Xiaoyi silently accepted, as if she too had adult sexual needs. Guoming wasn't a heartless, heinous criminal, but the incestuous relationship with his daughter filled him with immense guilt. How could he ease his conscience? He tried covering Xiaoyi's head, imagining her as another woman, but this caused her even more suffering.
He felt remorse for the incest, but he couldn't suppress his surging desire. He told Xiaoyi, "Don't treat me like a father, I don't deserve it." Xiaoyi replied, "I need a father, I can't live without one." Guoming came up with a plan: Xiaoyi should call him "Dad" normally, but in bed, she could call him "Ming-ge." Xiaoyi clearly felt that making love with Ming-ge was easier than with her father. When her father called her Ming-ge, he was more gentle and considerate, yet also bolder and more passionate. Once, her clitoris was stimulated to a breaking point, and she dared to cry out, calling out Ming-ge, the name of someone who loved her. She wanted him to know she was coming soon.
Guoming noticed that after his daughter had an orgasm during sex, she gradually stopped cursing him during intercourse, because that didn't make things better for either of them. So, he focused more on ensuring his daughter experienced sexual pleasure. He understood that if he didn't intend to use his daughter for sexual gratification, he had to let her share in the joy of sex. Guoming and his ex-wife had been married for ten years, and he had never thought this way. However, Guoming always finished quickly, ejaculating and pulling out immediately, guilt preventing him from lingering on the pleasure of sex with his daughter.
After one orgasm after another, Xiaoyi wasn't in a hurry to put on her clothes. She preferred to nestle her slender, naked body in his arms, always silently. Seeing his daughter so indulgent towards her, both pitiful and adorable, he felt an urge to thank her, but couldn't utter the words for a long time. Xiaoyi looked up at Guoming and said, "Ming-ge, is there something you want to say to me?" Guoming blushed, too embarrassed to speak. Finally, the words he uttered softly escaped his throat. Xiaoyi heard him, grabbed Guoming's shoulder, and got up, saying, "Ming-ge, what did you say? Can you say it again?" Guoming mustered his courage and said, "Xiaoyi, I said thank you.
I'm alive today only because of you. I should have told you long ago that I, a man who should have died long ago, can't say nice things, only crude ones."
Tears streamed down Xiaoyi's face. She was so young, yet had already endured so much hardship, needing love more than anyone else. But Xiaoyi was happy inside, knowing that her father had expended a great deal of effort to say those words. To avoid upsetting her, her father stopped using foul language at home and now spoke tenderly.
During their time sharing a bed, she realized that her father couldn't live without her love, and that it was genuine and heartfelt.
This once-hateful and slovenly man, in front of this naive young girl, revealed his true emotions—his joys, sorrows, and everything in between—without reservation.
Finally, Xiaoyi found a reason to hold the family together for him, to let him be intimate with her. She saw that her father had changed for her without her even realizing it. Xiaoyi didn't understand whether father-daughter relationships were compatible, but she was willing to give everything for her father. She proactively clung to Guoming, their naked bodies intertwined, engaging in another sexual scene that would make the world shake its head in disbelief. Guoming was hesitant to make love twice in one night, but this was what Xiaoyi wanted, so he rolled over, pinned her down, and violated her again. Two writhing, fleshy creatures, one white and the other dark, moved in perfect unison, anticipating each other's arrival, almost reaching the forbidden climax of their lovemaking. Xiaoyi, panting, said to the man thrusting into her, "Ming-ge, thank you for not hitting or scolding me anymore. If you truly care for me and my brother, you must give us a better life." Guoming said, "Xiaoyi, you've endured so much hardship for me at such a young age, shouldering the responsibility of this family. If I don't treat you and my brother well, I'm truly not human." Guoming indeed worked hard to earn money, and the family's life improved slightly. After several moves, they moved from a dilapidated house to a government-subsidized rental apartment. Moving was a new beginning for them. No one knew their past. Guoming even dared to hold Xiaoyi's hand affectionately in front of others, even embracing her, making them believe they were a couple, yet never mentioning their true relationship.
The younger brother began to understand, and from that time on, he started calling Xiaoyi "Mom." It's possible that when Xiaoyi and her brother were playing house, she pretended to be their mother. So, the younger brother started calling his sister "Mom." Xiaoyi was only a few years older than her brother. When their mother passed away, he was too young, and within a year or two, his memory of her mother quickly faded. Xiaoyi took care of him daily, from meals and baths to changing clothes and playing. When he was sick, it was his sister who cared for him. She slept in his dry and wet beds, and this sister, who loved him more than his own mother, took over the role of their mother emotionally and practically. While it was partly a game and partly real, she slept with their father, acting as their mother.
Xiaoyi understood firsthand how a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, and she didn't want her brother to be without one. Once, the neighboring children teased him about not having a mother, but he insisted that his sister was his mother, and they didn't believe him. Half-teasingly, half-questioningly, they asked, "Does your sister sleep with your father?" He said, "Yes, we sleep together every night." He was so teased that he cried when he got home and told Xiaoyi. Growing up in adversity, Xiaoyi developed a stubborn personality. Holding her younger brother's hand, in front of other children and neighbors, with tears in her eyes, she warned them: "Don't bully my brother, his father will stand up for him. I'm not someone to be bullied either. I'm his mother, and I won't let anyone who messes with him get away with it." The neighbors were skeptical that this seemingly innocent girl possessed the qualities of a mother. However, since Xiaoyi said this, and her brother usually called her "Mom," they accepted the mother-son relationship. When her brother started school, Xiaoyi took him to school, telling the teachers and classmates that she was his mother. He had both a father and a mother, a complete family. Her brother felt like everyone else and gained a little more confidence. Nosy
neighbors would ask Xiaoyi how old she was, how old her brother was, and if she and Guoming were a couple. It was difficult to answer.
In other people's eyes, how many years had this older man and younger woman been married? It seemed impossible for them to have a child as old as her brother.
It was a mystery. Once, when asked about it, Guoming admitted that his younger brother was from his ex-wife's family, thus avoiding the question and indirectly acknowledging that Xiaoyi and he had a marital relationship. Gradually, the neighbors observed the two of them, noting that they did indeed sleep in the same bed and sometimes acted very intimately, and began to call Xiaoyi "Ming's wife.
" The title "Ming's wife" put pressure on Xiaoyi; she tried her best to appear like her father's wife. She started dressing up to appear more mature in front of others, or even lying to add a few years to her age, but nothing could hide the fact that she was still a minor. However, she had sexual experience earlier than other girls, and living a life like a married couple with Guoming made her more mature than girls her age, both in thought and development.
Xiaoyi's thinking also matured; she could think for herself and had her own ideas. Some things annoyed her, such as the nude magazines under Guoming's pillow. Every page featured women completely naked, wearing only very thin underwear or nightgowns, each with a hot body, legs spread wide, every detail exposed, posing in various alluring positions, or enjoying being made love to. In the past, Guoming wouldn't go to bed without flipping through those magazines at night. The next day, the sheets would be stained with filth. Xiaoyi was ashamed of her lewd father. Later, after Guoming had sex with her and they had a stable sexual relationship, Guoming seemed to settle down. Why bother looking at those nude photos anymore?
Guoming thought looking at nude photos was a man's hobby, a way to spice things up. However, Xiaoyi reacted strongly, unable to accept that Guoming had read nude magazines and then had sex with her, as if he saw her as a figure in a painting. For a while, Guoming looked at nude magazines every night, stimulating his libido, and frequently wanted to have sex with Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi remained cold and uncooperative. Guoming asked Xiaoyi why she didn't want to have sex, if she was unhappy. She said, "Go ahead and look at those nude magazines, take care of it yourself." Guoming explained, "All men look at these things, what's wrong with that?" She said, "Before, Mom ran away, and there were no women around, so it's understandable that she looked at these pictures of naked women. Now, why do you want to have sex with me? Is it because you think I don't have big breasts? Or that the positions I strike in bed aren't sexy enough? I can't do those positions. I have a small girl's figure, so you don't need to touch me." Guoming felt that his daughter understood things better than he did. Soon, those pornographic magazines were thrown away. Xiaoyi didn't know if Guoming had been looking at them behind her back, but she had a feeling that her father was on her side, giving him a reason to have sex. Guoming said to Xiaoyi, "I'm sorry, I'm a rough man, unambitious, and don't understand your feelings. Nude magazines can't replace a real woman. You have sex because I need you." One night, Guoming ignored Xiaoyi's protests and exposed her breasts, examining her growing breasts and two small red nipples. Under his constant caresses and kisses, Xiaoyi's nipples seemed no longer shy, but rather like two buds about to bloom. He imagined her future, full and proud, recalling the day he planned to buy her a bra. He told Xiaoyi, "I owe you a bra. I wasted the money I would have spent on a bra that day, and perhaps I can't keep you waiting any longer. Your breasts are growing, and soon you'll need your own bra." Guoming gestured with his hands in front of her chest, covering her breasts with his large hands, shaping them into small mounds. He showed the blushing Xiaoyi how her breasts would eventually be high and full, like two round balls hanging there, swaying as she walked without a bra. Guoming had spoken his heart, making Xiaoyi so ashamed that she buried her face in her father's arms. He gently rubbed her breasts, a wave of pleasure spreading from those two small points throughout her body.
Ming-ge had said she should wear a bra, sparking Xiaoyi's imagination about the changes in her body. When Xiaoyi was doing laundry, she would see bras of different colors, styles, and fabrics hanging high on her neighbor's clothes rack, and she longed for her own bra. When she went to the market to buy groceries, she would pass by clothing stalls selling underwear. But looking at her own breasts and the displayed bras, none of them were her size, and she didn't dare ask. The prices weren't too expensive, but the allowance her father gave her was meager, barely enough to buy groceries. She could only look, not buy.
She still didn't have a bra. In her spare time, Xiaoyi would rub her small breasts, trying to make them grow, fantasizing about the feeling of her father kneading and squeezing them during sex. One morning, Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that her breasts seemed to have swelled up, and wearing thin or light-colored clothes, her areolas were visible. She realized that some boys would look at her breasts strangely, anticipating her first bra… On her birthday, her father brought home the gift he had promised her. Xiaoyi's eyes were fixed on the gift bag on the bed. As they went to bed, Guoming didn't turn off the light, asking his daughter to open her gift. Xiaoyi knew that girls her age usually had their mothers choose their first bra for them. But her first bra was bought for her by her father. Xiaoyi said to Guoming, "Dad, thank you." Guoming had never heard Xiaoyi say such a thing before.
Guoming said, "If you like it, put it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, you can take it back and exchange it.
" Xiaoyi looked at the bra, unsure what to do. They were about to have sex; why wear a bra? It was obviously too big. But Xiaoyi didn't dare say it didn't fit. Guoming said, "Come, come, let me put it on for you." Xiaoyi shyly took off her pajamas, revealing her small breasts. Guoming personally put the bra on for his daughter and fastened the clasp. Xiaoyi looked down at herself, mesmerized. This bra seemed to tell her she was of age. She looked up at her father, wondering if he was gesturing for her to take it off.
Xiaoyi looked up at Guoming, and from his eyes and expression, she knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight without making love.
But should she take off her bra? Guoming seemed to understand Xiaoyi's thoughts and told her that she didn't need to take off her bra; they could make love while wearing it. This was different from Guoming's previous habit of having to undress her
completely before making love. Guoming was gentler than usual, pulling Xiaoyi closer and caressing her small nipples through her bra, making her feel doubly loved. She realized that her father didn't necessarily need to undress her completely to get excited. Making love with him while wearing a bra made his penis stand up even higher. Xiaoyi, wearing a bra, received better treatment. Guoming treated her like a little princess, considerately pulling down her little girl's panties and carefully pressing himself against her. During intercourse, Guoming paid close attention to Xiaoyi's reactions, thrusting slowly and deeply, trying to match her responses.
Xiaoyi understood the function of a bra; it wasn't just underwear, but something that could make her and Guoming more pleasurable in bed. Arousing Guoming's sexual desire was not Xiaoyi's intention. However, understanding Guoming's feelings, she was frugal with her clothing at home. She would only put it on for him when he returned and they needed to make love. Sometimes Guoming would undress her completely, and sometimes he preferred to see her wearing a bra. When Guoming caressed her breasts, her nipples would harden, just like her father's penis.
Life was simple and austere, yet it was happy. A few months after Xiaoyi started wearing a bra, her body underwent strange changes. Her breasts became swollen and hard, and she felt strange. One day, she felt a chill in her lower body, and blood began to seep out, which wouldn't stop. Xiaoyi was terrified; was it a punishment from the Bodhisattva? That night, Guoming went to bed as usual, wanting to make love, but Xiaoyi pushed him away. Guoming asked Xiaoyi why. Xiaoyi said, "I'm about to die; I've been bleeding all day."
Guoming understood that Xiaoyi had started her period and told her, "You've become a woman. It will be inconvenient to make love for a few days afterward." Guoming told her to go buy sanitary napkins. The next day, Guoming took Xiaoyi and her younger brother to a restaurant for Western food to celebrate Xiaoyi's arrival. He didn't touch her while she slept.
Xiaoyi began to understand what it meant for a girl to grow up. She began to feel like a woman.
Since her period started, her father had been even more loving and attentive to her. Her nipples swelled up from being caressed, looking like they were swollen. Whenever Guoming touched her vagina, there was a spot where his touch would cause her to become wet, arousing her sexual desire and making her unconsciously writhe, rubbing against her man's body. When Guoming's thick, hard thing entered her body, it gradually went all the way in, reaching the deepest part of her body. Guoming never used lubricant; during intercourse, the pain of his thick thing thrusting in and out brought indescribable pleasure and satisfaction... What troubled them was that Xiaoyi no longer clenched her gums during sex. When her sensitive spots were touched, a surge of excitement washed over her, and she couldn't help but moan. At the moment of climax, she couldn't resist letting out a soft cry.
Xiaoyi remembered the lewd sounds that came from when her parents made love, which terrified her so much that she would cover her head with the blanket.
She wished her father wouldn't be too good to her, that their lovemaking wouldn't be disgusting or painful. She could endure the pain, but she couldn't suppress those embarrassing cries of love. As her younger brother grew older, she thought back to the past and worried that her incestuous relationship with her father might negatively impact the child's psyche.
Their house wasn't furnished much; the three of them shared one bed, creating a home that lacked nothing. Before long, her brother started elementary school and grew taller. The three of them slept in the same bed, a source of warmth in the winter. On a chilly night, after making love, she nestled her naked body against Guoming's chest, lingering in the warmth of their lovemaking under the covers. Actually, they tried to be as gentle as possible during lovemaking. They used the thickest, most secure mattress to avoid waking her brother during deep or shallow penetrations. However, the younger brother, who had fallen asleep before making love, was probably startled by a dream. Half-asleep, he leaned towards Xiaoyi, his hand resting on her bare bottom. Xiaoyi removed his hand and immediately put on her pajamas. Guoming
did manual labor; after a hard day's work, coming home to eat two bowls of rice and make love with Xiaoyi was the greatest joy in his life. But because he wanted his younger brother to sleep beside him, and feared he might see her and their father making love naked, he hesitated to meet Guoming's sexual advances. Xiaoyi worried that constantly refusing her father's requests would upset him, so she was frank with him. She told him, "Your brother is growing up; one bed isn't enough. If we had the money, we should buy a bunk bed so he can sleep comfortably." She drew the curtains, so Guoming could be more intimate with her without worrying about whether his brother was asleep.
Guoming blamed himself for being so stupid, not realizing this was necessary. So, he went with Xiaoyi and the others to buy a bunk bed. Xiaoyi was naturally excited to have her own bed, and she also felt that the bed she used to share with her father, bought for her, was hers. On this new bed, she could make love freely whenever she wanted.
With more privacy and fewer obstacles, her mood relaxed, and the discomfort she felt when intimate with Guoming lessened. In this intimate space that belonged to him and Xiaoyi, Guoming imagined adding some spice, such as trying different positions, and Xiaoyi didn't resist much.
Although there were no longer any obstacles or concerns about sex, maintaining this clandestine relationship was still shameful in Xiaoyi's heart, and guilty in Guoming's. When Guoming undressed his daughter and violated her body, he still said sorry. Every morning, Xiaoyi, suppressing her shame, tidied the messy bed and the stains from their lovemaking—memories of their intimate moments together that she couldn't shake. At such a young age, she had to keep this heavy secret, living a life like husband and wife with her father.
Guoming told her that when she grew up, one day she would get married, and this incestuous relationship would end. Every time he said this, they were moved to tears. Guoming was thinking about his daughter's future, but his daughter could only live for each day. Watching her younger brother go to school, do his homework, and play, waiting for Guoming to come home so they could enjoy family time. Years ago, when Guoming forcibly took her body to satisfy his lust, she had hoped that she would grow up quickly so that a prince charming would come and rescue her from this hellhole. Now, she no longer had that fantasy. She dared not imagine what tomorrow would bring, and father and daughter wept together for her future. Then, Guoming couldn't resist and fell onto the bed with Xiaoyi. Their bodies were pressed together, Guoming's mouth no longer spoke, but he kissed Xiaoyi's body. His penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoyi's vagina, knowing full well that it was against morality, but he only wanted to stay inside her forever, unwilling to pull out.
After making love, they caressed their naked bodies, gazing at each other's faces, a deep-seated fear lurking in their hearts, unspoken. Xiaoyi lowered her head, burying it in Guoming's chest, letting him hold her. For her brother, and for her father, this was the meaning of life. However, if this continued, one day, this incestuous love would be exposed.
So, they had to fabricate story after story to tell others, so that the increasingly sensible Xiaoyi and her brother could hold their heads high and live as usual. Xiaoyi discovered that the neighbors' gazes upon her and her father weren't filled with suspicion, but with envy. The neighbors never heard any arguments coming from their house; everyone could see that the man in her family was a bit rough around the edges. But he never beat his wife, nor did he ever yell at her brother. Whether as a father or a husband, no one had anything to say.
Xiaoyi was intelligent, but she couldn't go to school. Every day, she washed clothes and cooked for her father and brother, but she was content.
She stood among the women waiting to pick her up from school, initially in an extremely awkward situation, having to avoid the gossipy women asking all sorts of questions. But as time went on, she became curious about the gossip the mothers shared. What did women talk about?
It was all about their men. She realized that intimacy wasn't something to be taken for granted. There were many resentful women in the world, unable to find comfort from their husbands, or who didn't know what orgasm was, and could only vent their bitterness to other women. She unexpectedly felt a surge of pride, gradually lowering her guard and letting loose some information, letting others know that her man had never neglected her in bed. Even more mature women, married for many years, asked her for advice on bedroom skills. Wasn't this young girl, experiencing the pleasures of being a wife for the first time, incredibly ashamed?
Xiaoyi probably still didn't understand why her life with her father was happier than before her mother left.
Her younger brother, though still young and naive, understood things better than his sister. He preferred things to be this way, with more love and less strife in the family.
Guoming didn't hide his thoughts from Xiaoyi. He knew that having physical relations with his daughter was improper, yet he couldn't control his incestuous desires. Even pouring cold water over his head couldn't calm his erection. He loved his daughter, desired her, and couldn't resist making love to her. Every time he wanted to make love, he would unbutton his daughter's nightgown and curse himself. While thrusting, he would apologize to her, as if it were a ritual for their lovemaking.
Anyone who uses such a naked way to love their daughter would be seen as committing rape and deprivation of a vulnerable woman. He had told Xiaoyi long ago that he wouldn't keep her by his side forever; one day he would marry her off to a young man. But it would have to wait until she grew up, and her younger brother grew up. Xiaoyi imagined when her prince charming would come to take her away.
What would it be like to live with her future husband? Would kissing feel like her father's whiskers prickling her? When Guoming thought about marrying Xiaoyi off, it felt like he was marrying his wife off to someone else. He cherished every moment he could spend with Xiaoyi, seizing every opportunity to love her, because in his heart and in the eyes of others, Xiaoyi was already his wife.
Although they were tormented and their life was difficult, everyone could see that they were a happy family. Don't argue whether incestuous relationships are happy or not, but their days weren't difficult; perhaps they were just too short. The thing they feared day and night suddenly came to pass. An uninvited guest arrived, shattering what the neighbors thought was a happy family of three. The mother, who had been missing for four years, suddenly appeared and wanted to take the younger brother away. Xiaoyi refused, and the younger brother also refused, saying that Xiaoyi was his mother. Their mother shouted in front of their house that someone was committing incest, alarming the police, who forcibly separated Xiaoyi and the younger brother. When Guoming rushed back, he was handcuffed and taken away by the police. Xiaoyi, being a minor, was placed under the guardianship of the Social Welfare Department. A sensational news story broke: a seemingly loving young couple was found guilty of incestuous relations between father and daughter.
The court ruled that Guoming was guilty of incest. Although the younger brother was unwilling and cried to social workers that Xiaoyi was his mother, custody of the brother was awarded to the mother who had become a stranger. In typical incest cases, the daughter would harbor deep hatred for her father and testify against him in court. However, Xiaoyi pleaded with the judge, stating that Guoming had not forced her to have sex and that it was consensual. During her testimony, she kept looking towards the dock, saying he was a good father, loved his family, loved his children, and loved his neighbors. To her, he was a good man and a good husband. Moreover, she was pregnant with his child, and she begged the judge for mercy, asking for their plight and a chance for Guoming.
Her outrageous testimony shocked the court, leaving everyone present unmoved; the judge and lawyers shook their heads in dismay. However, Guoming had sexual intercourse with his underage daughter for many years, no less than a thousand times, without using condoms or giving her birth control pills, resulting in incestuous pregnancy. He was sentenced according to law and sent to the highest-security prison.
Three years later, one morning, a mother and son waited outside the prison for Guoming's release. The son, a little over two years old, had never seen his father. Guoming hadn't expected anyone to pick him up, and when he saw her, he couldn't believe it was Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi said she was eighteen, and no one could stop her. She was determined to carry their child, refusing to abort him, and wouldn't let them take him away once he was born. Xiaoyi wanted the baby to call Guoming "Dad," and he looked at this stranger, too shy to move away. But Xiaoyi nestled into Guoming's arms, saying that for three years, she had been looking forward to this day, and it had finally arrived.
For Guoming, it felt like a dream. The Xiaoyi before him had grown into a graceful young woman, no longer the naive girl she once was. He felt even more guilty towards her. During his three years in prison, Guoming endured the most difficult days by masturbating while fantasizing about making love with Xiaoyi. The only opportunity he had was for Xiaoyi to be allowed to visit him. When Guoming saw Xiaoyi visiting him, pregnant, tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't utter a single word. He wished his hand could reach through the glass separating them and caress his poor daughter's face and her swollen belly. Guoming advised Xiaoyi not to come again, to forget him, to treat him as if he were dead. He told her to abort the child and marry a man who wouldn't mind her past. Xiaoyi cried uncontrollably, covering her ears to refuse to listen, and then said to him, "Ming-ge, I will give birth to our child for you. You must hold on, I will wait for you to come home."
The charge of incest led to severe treatment in prison. This was the price he paid for loving his daughter. The reformatory's task was to reform his thoughts and behavior. He faced the wall in repentance, reflecting on the pain and humiliation he had inflicted on his daughter. He wanted to figure out if he truly loved Xiaoyi. When asked if he still loved her if a knife was held to his throat and admitting love meant execution, he would resolutely say, "I would love her even if it meant my death." Abandoning her and their child would not make him a man. However, he understood that in this cruel world, Xiaoyi wouldn't have a good life with him. He was destined for a life of poverty and hardship, or to be scorned by others. For his daughter's sake, he would rather Xiaoyi not love him, not wait for him.
Xiaoyi's only hope in life was waiting for her father's release from prison. Social service officials often advised her to give the child up for adoption. Although her neighbor sympathized with her plight, he couldn't accept her incestuous pregnancy and refused to associate with her. She stubbornly held onto her family. Several men were interested in her and pursued her. However, Xiaoyi remained unmoved and refused to let any other man touch her. As her pregnancy progressed, the baby was born.
Alone in the delivery room, she felt heartbroken. She was an unwed mother, a victim of incest. Tears welled in her eyes as she endured the pain of childbirth. Thinking of Guoming in prison, the child's father, she told herself, "I promised him I would give birth to this child." Others called it an illegitimate child, but she didn't care. She insisted that Guoming's name be on the child's birth certificate.
The prison walls and the fleeting passage of time tested this pair of lovers who longed for each other. Reunion felt like a second life. In broad daylight, Guoming, chest puffed out, let Xiaoyi nestle against him, his arms around her waist, as they returned to their former home. Neighbors, seeing Guoming and Xiaoyi return, and so intimate as before, whispered amongst themselves. But Guoming and Xiaoyi didn't glance at them. Guoming looked at his simple home, its furnishings unchanged. Xiaoyi closed the door, shutting out the gossip. The baby was placed in her crib, and she said to him, "Daddy's home. Mommy and Daddy are tired, we're going to sleep for a while. Be good, don't cry." Xiaoyi turned her gaze to Guoming, who stood there like a statue, weighing the consequences.
In the dim light, his daughter stood before him, removing her clothes one by one, her mature figure reflected in Guoming's yearning eyes. The bra Xiaoyi was wearing was the first bra I bought for her years ago. Back then, it didn't fit properly, hanging loosely. Now, it was two sizes too small, leaving marks on her chest and shoulders. The half-cup couldn't contain her budding breasts; most of them were exposed. Xiaoyi said, "I kept the bra you gave me, but after you were arrested and went to jail, I stopped wearing it. Ming-ge, come here, it's fastened too tightly, I can hardly breathe, help me unfasten it." With that, she turned around, presenting her snow-white bare back to Guoming.
Guoming's hands trembled as he unfastened the bra for Xiaoyi. The straps slipped down, revealing a pair of proud breasts, high and firm, just as he had predicted years ago. Guoming held the bra in his hands, smelling it; it smelled of breast milk. Xiaoyi whispered in his ear, "Your son drank this milk and slept with these two mounds of flesh as his pillow."
In the past three years, had any other man touched her body? Did she miss him as much as he did?
Now, her daughter was almost an adult, and she undressed herself, standing naked before him. She waited for her man to embrace her, kiss her, and become one with him. Guoming seemed to awaken; he had forced her before, bearing a heavy sin.
Today, if he didn't love her, her three years of waiting would have been in vain. Once again, Guoming's reason yielded to his emotions. He had shared so many nights with her, fantasizing in prison about making love to her. If he truly loved her. This love had to be made properly, regardless of what others thought. He stared at his daughter's naked body. She untied her ponytail, swung it, and sat on the edge of the bed, still so pure and innocent, yet she was now the mother of his son. Xiaoyi, seeing Guoming motionless, stood up, leaned close to him, and whispered in his ear, "Ming-ge, what's wrong? What are you waiting for?" "I want it, but don't make too much noise when we make love, our baby just fell asleep." His daughter told him she wanted to make love. Could he stop his erect penis from bursting out of his pants? Guoming started to undress, and Xiaoyi stepped forward to help, unbuttoning his pants. His penis was exposed, standing tall and erect. As Xiaoyi bent down to pull down his underwear, he saw a pair of large, heavy breasts hanging down, swaying before his eyes. He was almost about to ejaculate.
Two naked bodies embraced passionately, kissing. This wasn't a dream in the prison cell; Guoming couldn't believe it was real. A real, mature woman's body was in his arms, her head buried in his chest, sinking into his heart. Guoming couldn't see with his own eyes how her figure had developed into such a curvaceous shape; this was his greatest regret. A pair of pointed breasts sent electric shocks through his chest. To make sure it wasn't a dream, he pinched Xiaoyi's round buttocks. Xiaoyi said, "Ming-ge, why are you pinching me? It hurts!" Guoming's blood boiled, and he hugged Xiaoyi tightly, afraid she would vanish like she had when he woke up from his dream. Before making love, he confessed his feelings to Xiaoyi. When he missed her in prison, he fantasized about making love to her in various positions. In his dream, Xiaoyi was his wife, and marital love was a matter of course.
After waiting for each other for three years, the two lovers, with tears in their eyes, were about to make love in a way that would be unforgettable. They were too moved to speak. Xiaoyi's tears fell, landing on her breasts. Guoming gently kissed them away, his mouth exploring her full breasts. When he touched her nipples, a sweet tremor spread deep into her soul. She held Guoming's head tightly, treating him like her own child, soothing the loneliness, humiliation, and trauma he had brought back from prison. A
man who ate a high-class meal and was respected, had committed incest with his young daughter, leaving behind an illegitimate child, and was subjected to harsh treatment by prisoners and guards. No one believed he and his daughter were truly in love; he didn't want to tell anyone his story. Guoming gritted his teeth, accepting his fate, atoning for his mistakes, and enduring the loneliness of being separated from the woman he loved.
The Guoming of the past was dead; today he was like a child, as weak and helpless as a baby sleeping in a crib.
He suckled at his daughter's breast, the milk that had fed his son. It was the seed he had left behind before the police arrested him.
He looked a lot like his younger brother, and also like himself. Xiaoyi opened her body to Guoming passionately, letting him suckle her nipple, imagining her most secret thoughts flowing from her breast, through the milk, into Guoming's body.
Guoming clumsily embraced Xiaoyi, like a child embracing its mother. He seemed to have forgotten the techniques of lovemaking; Xiaoyi awaited the prelude to intercourse, while he only focused on holding her nipple and suckling. He was conflicted! This conflicted man, before stepping out of prison, had been pondering how he should face Xiaoyi. Has Xiaoyi married and found a good home? That's what he sincerely hopes for. But Xiaoyi is still young and hasn't found a good family yet, so should they never see each other again? And who will be the father of their son?
Guoming thought he had already made up his mind that, no matter what, he could never actually make love to Xiaoyi again. He could only fantasize about her satisfying his sexual needs. Unexpectedly, now that their naked bodies are joined together, they are stuck together, unable to separate.
Guoming caressed Xiaoyi's breasts, now swollen and full of milk and love. Between reality and fantasy, he returned to his prison daydreams, imagining himself as a master seducer, driving Xiaoyi to ecstasy. Now, the body he had longed for was in his arms, anticipating passionate lovemaking with her in bed. He realized that his previous lovemaking had been driven by guilt, a desire to finish quickly. He had only focused on shoving his penis into his daughter's vagina, lacking tenderness, failing to kiss her properly, failing to let her feel his love. Caressing was merely a means to vent lust; true pleasure lay in teasing and arousing her sensitive spots.
Now, his life overflowed with love for Xiaoyi and his youngest son. Xiaoyi's breasts seemed to become the anchor of his life. He made up his mind that after making love with his daughter, he would be a responsible man, and no matter what, he would support the family he and Xiaoyi had built together.
He gently pulled her down onto their large bed. The bed smelled familiar, and the sheets were the same as they had been years ago. He was certain that he was no longer in prison. Guoming held Xiaoyi tightly, kissing her passionately until she could hardly breathe. Their two loving bodies, one thick and one thin, intertwined nakedly, exploring each other's sensitive spots.
Xiaoyi was no longer that naive girl. In the midst of caresses and passionate kisses, she would make demands. She opened her eyes, seemingly expectant, yet also pleading, and grasped Guoming's penis, asking him to do the thing that merged them into one body, instead of the fingers teasing her vagina. Guoming lifted his daughter's buttocks. She had gained weight, become fuller after childbirth, and was now a real woman. He gently licked her labia, slipping his penis between the folds. Xiaoyi squirmed, indicating she couldn't take it. Guoming looked up at his daughter's dazed eyes, then slowly lowered his head, inserting his penis, inch by inch, into Xiaoyi's uterus, thrusting in all the way without resistance. Guoming
kissed Xiaoyi, saying, "Xiaoyi, I love you." With each thrust, he repeatedly assured her that his love for her would never change. Xiaoyi closed her eyes, accepting her lover's way of loving her; the sensation was still so rugged and direct.
Yes, don't ask if this love is permissible or not. Since they've acknowledged loving each other so much, saying sorry a thousand times during sex is pointless. Guoming's mind cleared; a thought arises and vanishes in an instant. They've shared a bed for so many years, had a child together, husband and wife in bed, daughter outside—the bond was unbreakable. Sex had only one purpose: to love her.
To love her so much, he was willing to be arrested and imprisoned, even risk his life for her. A real man should have the courage to tell his woman "I love you," without hesitation. Because those three words, "I love you," came from the mouth of her father, who lacked tenderness, Xiaoyi felt that the three years she had spent raising their child and guarding them had not been in vain. His calloused hands, calloused from hard labor in prison, caressed her entire body, making her breasts firm and her juices flow. Her father's penis was firmly inside her, and a powerful climax was approaching. Xiaoyi tightly embraced her Ming-ge, the father of her son, holding onto the feeling of being loved. She said to him, "Ming-ge, promise me you won't leave me again." Perhaps fate was about to bring further calamities upon this shameless father and daughter. An impossible love, an inappropriate union, created a poor couple struggling to survive in harsh conditions. They knew the future wouldn't be easy; the world wasn't entirely kind to them, and the police and social workers often harassed them. Xiaoyi was thankful that her mother stopped bothering them, though she still missed her younger brother and believed she would see him again someday. She remembered the day they were separated; her brother was snatched from her arms, struggling and crying for his mother. The mother he spoke of was her, his older sister. During the worst of times, she had sheltered him like a mother hen, protecting him like her own son. Her brother was her flesh and blood, and now she held her own flesh and blood with her father, a son and a brother, just like her brother. Because of him, she felt her father was her husband, someone she was willing to spend her life with, cooking for him, washing his clothes, and bearing his children.
Can you imagine why a little girl who once hated her father would be willing to give herself to him at all costs? How could a rotten, unremarkable man understand tenderness? In this world, there exists a couple with an unequal social standing, living together through a forbidden love, defying societal norms and laughter, without complaint or regret, only devotion. This father and daughter, relying on each other for survival, have no concept of birth control; how many children might be lost? Those
who sympathize with them pray to heaven that they will never be separated again, that they may see their children grow up, surrounded by grandchildren. And in the vast sea of people, you might occasionally encounter couples of older men and younger women, perhaps fathers and daughters who fell in love and married, the daughter spending her youth with her father, growing old with him.
[The End]

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