Sister and Father

Inside the room, a passionate and intimate act was taking place. Father had laid my sister flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), his arms raised over her legs, gazing at the lush, verdant Parrot Island stream and the babbling brook. My sister's mouth was slightly open, three fingers clenched tightly, her face flushed red, her eyes alluring, assuming a tortured posture to satisfy her desires. Because my sister was lying with her legs spread open facing me, I could clearly see between her legs a thicket of dark, shiny pubic hair, curled and scattered below her lower abdomen, sparsely extending to the sides of her labia. In the center of her purplish-red labia, a shallow pool of glistening moisture was visible, and because her legs were open, the tender red flesh was exposed, delicate and alluring!
The erotic scene in the inner room was truly sensual and bizarre. I hesitated, feeling uneasy. Even if I stumbled upon Father and Sister's affair, what difference would it make? At most, we'd all fall out, or perhaps I simply wouldn't have the courage to bring those adulterers to justice. I myself was being penetrated by my father's penis time and time again. My mother, standing right next to me, was pretending to be asleep amidst their shameless moans. Clearly, she had chosen silence, or perhaps she already knew my sister and father were having an affair… This also explains why my usually dignified and strict mother was having an affair with my brother-in-law—perhaps out of revenge… Despite my anger at the facts, I couldn't think of a way to deal with it. After all, one was my father, the other my sister; having an affair wasn't such a big deal. What I was truly worried about was whether my sister knew about my brother-in-law's affair. If she knew he was having sex with me every day, that would be a serious matter! Although I believed in my heart that my brother-in-law had raped me, who would believe it if I told them? Being raped by my own brother-in-law on the same bed, under the noses of the whole family? If my sister found out, we might not be able to remain sisters anymore! After much deliberation, I decided to maintain the secrecy we maintained, even though there was no real secret left, and a complete falling out would likely lead to an unmanageable mess. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public; a real fight would leave no one unscathed. I hesitated, standing at the doorway, caught between
a rock and a hard place. My father's hand slid down from my ankle, meandering around my thigh, causing my sister to spasm in waves, her toes pointing straight up. I hadn't expected my father to be so skilled. An ordinary man would have already plunged his head between my legs; he wouldn't have the mind to appreciate this sight. No wonder my sister had willingly let him have his way with her for over ten years. My sister's vagina opened and closed with the rhythm of my father's caresses, like a clam drinking water, slowly spitting out drops. A small, winding, unfathomably deep opening was vaguely visible in the middle, the fluid overflowing from it, gathering at the entrance like honeyed dew. This strange sight was something I had never seen before; I was almost speechless with astonishment. I rarely look at my own private parts, but now I'm staring intently at my sister's vulva!
Dad released one hand from my legs and gently poked his index finger between her labia. My sister's vulva, like a little mouth waiting to be fed, immediately bit into his finger, sucking it tightly and refusing to let go. Even after he pulled it out, it seemed reluctant to let go, eagerly waiting to go back in. Suddenly, I heard my sister moan again from inside, indescribably ecstatic, followed by something she seemed to say, but I couldn't make out what she said. Of course, I couldn't go in. I thought and thought, but I couldn't do anything. The feeling in my heart was like a spilled spice box, a jumbled mess with a slightly sour taste, indescribable, like a pot of porridge.
Inside, however, things were already heating up, with waves of flesh rolling around! Dad's thin body was squeezed between my sister's legs, swaying his hips as he pushed his glans in, again and again, poking and prodding his hard weapon against my sister's sensitive area, leaving her labia a mess, like they'd been pulled out of a ditch. Father's hand was grasping my sister's breasts, those two breasts, white and tender like snow, soft as cotton! I silently compared my own breasts to hers; they were small and delicate compared to my sister's. My sister, passionate as fire, held Father tightly with both arms, as if afraid he might slip away from her grasp! She tilted her head back, using her alluring charm, delivering a kiss that seemed to melt any man, a kiss so
intoxicating it sealed Father's lips, her tongue probing in and out of his mouth. Their lips and teeth were intertwined, her tongue incredibly nimble, teasingly darting out before immediately withdrawing, preventing Father from taking it in. I thought: it seems my sister and Father are always together; Mother probably knows, but her cowardly nature chooses silence. Even when Father has sex with me, Mother remains silent; my submissive nature is probably inherited from her.
Inside, Dad's hands, like wound-up springs, twisted my sister's nipples until they were red and hard. They kissed for a while before finally separating. Facing each other, Dad's eyes narrowed into slits as he said, "I still get more excited with my eldest daughter!" My sister released her arms, one hand stroking Dad's buttocks, saying, "Dad, I have a place that will give you even more pleasure, come in..."
Dad slid down, pressing his face against my sister's breast, freeing his hand to grasp his penis below, rubbing it forcefully against her vulva a few times. My sister cried out, her body shrinking slightly, saying, "Dad, not there... I still can't find my way home after all these times!"
Dad remained unmoved, immediately plucking his penis like a violin, thrusting it repeatedly until my sister's eyes rolled back, gritting her teeth and gasping for breath: "Ah... um... Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." What she was trying to say, nobody knew! I had even less of a question! I could only vaguely hear and peek, my heart pounding with anxiety. I waited, wondering when their encounter would end, my face flushing. I'd never experienced anything like this with my father before, so I didn't know how intense it was, but the intermittent sounds, mixed with panting and moaning, told me of the passion inside. My hands clenched into fists, my teeth chattering with impatience, almost tempted to burst through. But I knew that getting in was easy; cleaning up the mess afterward would be another story. I felt seventeen years older, and this was the most bewildered and helpless I'd ever been. Even when my brother-in-law took my virginity, the pain and disgust I felt were less than this!
My father's penis was already inside, thrusting and maneuvering with incredible power. As I watched, a sudden surge of energy shot from my lower body to the top of my head, making me almost dizzy. I managed to squat down, leaning against the doorframe. Inside, the older sister arched her neck and thrust her chest forward, making it easier for those hands to grip her firmly. Her legs were stretched straight on either side of her father, even her toes were pointed upwards! Her mouth was tightly clenched, her cheeks flushed. The sounds of their lower bodies colliding were a rapid, intermittent chorus, accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. At the same time, her vagina was tightly wrapped around her father's penis, enveloping it completely. With each tightening and loosening, her private parts overflowed with lustful fluid, like an inexhaustible spring. With each thrust, fluid would spill out, mixed with a few bubbles, a white expanse.
After a frenzied barrage, her father slowed down and bent down to lick her sister's nipples. The older sister hugged his head, stroking his thinning hair. I was astonished: After such a vigorous and intense session, her father hadn't ejaculated? Their flirtatious sparring was clearly that of seasoned pros!
Father kissed her breasts for a while, then looked up and moved his hands elsewhere, to the area where their bodies met. His fingers explored the pubic hair of his sister, finding her swollen clitoris. He pressed his index finger against it and rubbed it roughly. The stimulation made his sister frown, hiss, and kick her legs wildly. She grabbed Father's wrist as if to stop him.
Father withdrew his fingers, thrust his body slightly, and his penis shoved into his sister hard, followed by a series of thrusts. His sister became excited from the fucking. When Father stopped, she hugged him tightly, rolled over, and pinned him beneath her, saying, "Father, are you tired? Let your eldest daughter take good care of you."
His sister straddled Father, moving up and down, her snow-white body swaying wildly, her breasts bouncing beautifully. Father caught his breath and came to his senses. After being teased by his sister, he could no longer endure it. He cried out and trembled all over, panting with his mouth open. My sister was still trying to put on the condom, while my father thrust a few times below, then slumped down, like a dead fish.
I felt sticky in my crotch, and seeing their movements, I knew my father had ejaculated. Afraid someone would come out, I quickly and quietly went outside to listen carefully. After a long while, I heard my father snoring from inside before I went back in.
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