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Beautiful daughter 

My wife had an affair, and divorce was inevitable. My daughter followed us into the courthouse, watching us go, knowing it was irreversible. There were no tears, no pleas, just a tight grip on my leg, her eyes coldly fixed on her mother. My

wife bent down and offered some money to my daughter, but she turned away, refusing it. She knew her mother's money was dirty. My wife walked away without looking back.

My daughter ignored her, took my hand, and said, "Daddy, let's go home."

Holding her hand, we walked sadly home. That's how my divorce happened. My wish is for my daughter to excel in her studies, get into a good university, find a good job, and have a good husband. That's my only wish.

My daughter is very understanding; she knows I'm upset, so she follows me everywhere without saying a word.

If she sees even a slight smile on my face, she's overjoyed and asks me to teach her to draw. Since her mother left, she's been working hard at drawing and improving quickly, which is the only thing that makes me happy. Gradually, I've become happier with my daughter again.

My daughter is always very careful around me, afraid of making me angry. She doesn't speak loudly like before; she's always gentle and quiet.

Life without a woman is difficult. Every night I have to wait until my daughter falls asleep before I masturbate. Sometimes, afraid of waking her, I masturbate standing up in the bathroom. Those days were truly unbearable; even thinking about them now makes me feel uncomfortable.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. Needless to say, her academic performance is always first in her grade, and she's also first in the grade in long-distance running, which gives me great pride. To make masturbation easier, I persuaded my daughter to have her own room, reasoning that she's grown up now that she's in school and should have her own.

At first, she refused, saying she was scared to be alone. But after my persistent pleading, and because she's very obedient, she finally went back to her room.


The next day, I had someone decorate her room, and she was overjoyed, dancing with excitement. I have to cook for my daughter every day, take her to school, and go to work myself. It's really hard work. I want to find a woman to help me, so she can share my burden. The moment I voiced this idea, my daughter vehemently opposed it. Her reason was simple: she didn't want a stepmother, because she thought having a stepmother would be terrible for her.

My daughter is usually obedient, and I thought a few more words of persuasion would get her to agree, but this time she resolutely refused, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, even

her braids wobbling along. Sigh, she's still so young, how could she understand her father's suffering? Her father is truly stifled without a woman. Through an introduction, I met a woman, the same age as me, beautiful, whose husband died in a car accident two years ago. Her child, the only grandchild in the family, was being raised by his grandparents. Such a perfect match! I agreed.

But I didn't know if I could get past my daughter's objections. I spoke to the woman, and she said, "I will be good to the child; I like girls." But I was still worried and decided to invite her to my house for dinner. The woman cooked dinner, which was delicious and fragrant.

When my daughter came home from school and saw a strange woman, she immediately understood what was happening and ran crying to her room. I went to the door of the room and called, "Xiaoling, Xiaoling."

My daughter yelled from inside, "Don't call me! Tell that woman to get out!"

I snapped, "How dare you talk to your aunt like that?"

For the first time, my daughter talked back, saying, "What can I do if I say this? I don't want a stepmother. If you really let this woman stay in the house, I'll leave. I won't eat or study."

The woman shook her head helplessly and said, "I think I'll leave. The child won't accept me."

At this point, I couldn't persuade my child otherwise, so I said, "I'm sorry, I've spoiled her."

The woman said, "It's nothing. Being together will hurt the child. I'm leaving."

I said, "I'll see you off."

My daughter came out, hands on her hips, and said, "Don't see me off."

I said, "It's dark now. Is it okay for you to let your aunt walk by herself?"

My daughter said, "Then I'll see you off with you," as if she was afraid I would run away.

On the way home, my daughter was on my back, begging me not to find her a stepmother. At this point, my heart had completely turned cold. I said, "Okay, Dad won't find you a stepmother, but you have to improve your studies."

My daughter was overjoyed, became more talkative and gentle, and told me that she got first place in her exam again today. Then she asked me if I was happy. I said I was, and my daughter said, "If you're happy, give me a kiss." She stretched her little face towards me, and I kissed her.

When I got home, I discussed it with my daughter, "Xiaoling, when you go to middle school, can Daddy find you a mom?"

Her face immediately fell, and she said, "No."

I said, "What if Daddy finds you a mom when you're in high school?"

She turned her head away and said, "No."

I said, "Then when you go to university, you won't be by Daddy's side anymore..."

She interrupted me, "No, no, no."

I said, "What if you get a job?"

She said, "That still won't work."

I half-jokingly said, "You won't let Daddy find one after you get married?"

She said firmly, "I said no, and that's final."

I laughed and said, "You'll be married, and you'll leave Daddy all alone at home, won't you?"

She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, when I grow up, I'll marry you."

Then, blushing, she ran into her room. I laughed out loud. This child is just a child; she's talking like a child. What kind of daughter marries her father?

Time flies. My daughter is already eighteen, blossoming into a beautiful young woman. She resembles her mother a lot—fair-skinned with an oval face, delicate features, a slender figure, and long legs. She excels academically and athletically, and is a renowned beauty at school.

I am proud to have such a daughter. However, I also have concerns: many suitors are constantly bothering her.

My daughter asked me to pick her up and drop her off at school, which is a father's duty. I started doing so, and it really worked; those hooligans stopped bothering her.

Every time I picked her up, she would link arms with me, walking with her head held high, treating me like her guardian angel. In fact, a father should be his daughter's guardian angel until she gets married.

My daughter's grades are excellent; getting into any university would be a piece of cake for her. But she insists on applying to a university in our city. I got really frustrated and scolded her a few times.

This was the first time I'd ever scolded my daughter. She was so upset, crying her eyes out. My heart ached for her, and I hugged her thin shoulders, explaining things to her until she finally agreed to go to a good university.

Lately, she's been studying, but she's been acting strangely, not studying properly, and always coming out to watch TV with me. Whenever I scold her, she always says, "I already know everything, I don't need to study."

This child is growing up, and she's becoming disobedient. Anyway, I know her academic situation, and I'm not worried about her failing the exams, so let her watch TV. Seeing that I agreed to watch TV, she hugged my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Sigh, a child is still a child, no matter how old they get.

One night, I had a little to drink, and before ten o'clock I felt sleepy. I stood up and said, "Xiaoling, Daddy's sleepy, I'm going to bed. You should go to bed early too." My daughter agreed, turned off the TV, and went to her room.

I went to my bedroom, took off my pajamas, and, shirtless except for my underwear, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. I had a dream that my wife came back, apologized, and wanted to make love to me, but I refused no matter what.

She held me down, and I fell to the ground. She started grabbing my underwear, and I tried to struggle, but I was powerless. My uncooperative penis hardened in her hands, and then she inserted my penis into her vagina like an upside-down wax rod, then pressed herself against me and kissed me. "

This shameless woman, seeing other men outside, and still has the nerve to come home!" I cursed, and then I woke up. There really was someone on top of me; hair falling across my face proved it was a woman, and I could clearly feel my penis inside her vagina. I shouted, "Who's there?"

and heard a familiar voice: "Dad, it's me."

It was my daughter. How could she do this? I tried hard to push her off, but she clung to me, her little bottom wriggling back and forth. With my strength, I could have pushed my daughter down, but making a loud noise in the middle of the night would be embarrassing if the neighbors heard.

I didn't even dare to raise my voice; it was too shameful. I whispered, "Xiaoling, we can't do this. It's incest. I'm your father."

My daughter seemed to be crying as she said, "But it's already inside."

Before I could say anything more, my daughter's lips suddenly covered mine. At that moment, I couldn't take it anymore. My buttocks were twitching; only this way could I feel a little better. I really couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my daughter's little buttocks, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. My daughter held on tightly, refusing to let go.

My penis was already reluctant to leave my daughter's vagina, and I began to thrust vigorously. It had been so long since I had masturbated and hadn't experienced the pleasure of a woman. After just a few thrusts, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid that my daughter would get pregnant, I quickly pulled out and continued thrusting with my hand, ejaculating all my semen onto my daughter's stomach.

My daughter and I were both panting heavily. I glanced at the luminous quartz clock on the wall; it was already two in the morning. For the first time, I slapped my daughter across the face and hissed, "How could you do such a thing?"

My daughter cried out, "Dad,"

and lunged at me. I pushed her away and hissed, "Get out."

My daughter covered her face and sobbed softly, running naked back to her room. That night, I couldn't sleep. What had just happened felt like a dream. If only it were a dream. I wiped my penis and found blood on it. Oh no, I had taken my daughter's virginity. It was almost five in the morning when I got up to cook for my daughter.

For the first time, my daughter helped me cook and deliberately tried to talk to me, calling "Dad" a few times. I ignored her. I was truly puzzled. My daughter was definitely a good child; how could she do such a thing? Seeing that I ignored her, my daughter realized she was being silly and fell silent.

When the food was ready, I coldly said, "Dinner's ready." My daughter sat down in a chair.

While I ate, I didn't even glance at my daughter, but she kept looking at me. After finishing my meal, my daughter stood at the door and said in a low voice, "Dad, take me home."

I replied with a "Okay."

I was really angry, but I didn't dare tell anyone; I felt so stifled. I still cooked for my daughter and took her to and from school. She still held my arm the whole way, but her head was down.

No matter where I was, I didn't want to talk to my daughter. I only said the same few unavoidable things all day, and I didn't want to urge her to study anymore. My daughter, being very sensible, stopped watching TV and stayed in her room studying every day.

My wife came home. She was really ashamed and wanted me to have sex with her, but I felt her vagina was dirty, and I didn't want to. My wife then pressed down on my penis, and my penis, uncooperatively, became erect.

No, this must be a dream. I tried hard to wake up, but I couldn't. I suddenly opened my mouth and my eyes—it was indeed a dream. Needless to say, the hand holding my penis was still my daughter's.

I sat up abruptly, startling my daughter. She seemed about to run away, but then turned back and hugged me. I was shirtless, and I could feel her nakedness. I panicked and said, "Why are you here again? Get out!"

Just as I was about to push her away, she pressed her lips to mine. I don't know why, but I froze, letting her lay me down and her little hands knead my already hard penis.


This time, she didn't even take off my underwear. She pulled my penis out from the side of my underwear, then straddled me. I watched as she inserted my penis into her vagina. Then she lay on top of me, pleading softly, "Dad, give it to me, Dad, give it to me."

I sighed and, like last time, rolled onto her. This time, I thrust many times before ejaculating onto her belly, and then I still told her to get out of my room. That night, I still couldn't sleep, but my thoughts had changed a lot.

I actually had sex with my own daughter, and I even thrust so many times. To be honest, the feeling of ejaculating was really good.

But she's still my own daughter. What's wrong with me? How can I face my daughter this morning? My thoughts are in turmoil. One moment I'm thinking about the pleasure of ejaculating, the next I'm thinking about the anguish of my incestuous act. I don't know what to do.

This morning, my daughter Ranran came out to help me cook. She's already accepted the experience from last time and didn't talk to me. This time, while eating, I stared intently at her face, and she glanced at me before quickly looking away.

My daughter has a very pretty face, with big eyes, long eyelashes, red lips, and white teeth. She looks a lot like her mother, but she's prettier. My daughter knew she had done something wrong, so she ate with her head down, without saying a word.

After finishing the meal, she said the same thing again: "Dad, take me home."

In the evening, I picked her up from school, ate dinner as usual, and she didn't come out to watch TV; she studied in her room. I watched TV for a while, then got sleepy. Without even saying goodbye to my daughter, I went back to my room and collapsed into bed. I dreamt again that my wife was back, still wanting me to fuck her, and my penis got hard again, much to my dismay. Then

I thought, "It's my daughter! It must be her again!" I struggled to wake up, only to find myself alone; my daughter hadn't come. I got up and went to her room; she was sleeping.

I sighed, went to the bathroom, and came back to find myself standing at her door, thinking about fucking her, and my penis hardened again. "Well, it's happened twice already

," I thought, "I might as well do it again." I checked the time; it was past 2 a.m. again. Was it okay for me to disturb my daughter's sleep like this? But my penis remained stubbornly erect. I reached out and pressed my hand against my daughter's breast. This was the first time I'd touched her breasts. She'd really grown up; her breasts were even bigger than her mother's.

I pulled back the covers and crawled inside my daughter, touching her breasts and softly calling, "Xiaoling, Xiaoling."

My daughter woke up groggily, startled, and said, "Oh, it's Daddy." I started to take off her pajama bottoms, and she cooperated.

After undressing her, I undressed myself too, then lay down and hugged her, my other hand touching her smooth body. My daughter reached out and grasped my penis, but she only knew how to squeeze and play with it, not how to masturbate. I taught her with my hand; my daughter has always been clever, and with just a soft "hmm," she learned how to masturbate. This time, neither of us said a word during sex.

I just gently rubbed her clitoris a few times, and her little buttocks started moving up and down; her vagina was already overflowing.

I spread her long legs, knelt between them, and guided my penis slowly into her vagina. My daughter only let out an "oh."

My penis was thrusting in and out of my daughter's vagina, and I could feel how tight her vagina was; I held my daughter's buttocks with one hand, and they felt so smooth; I squeezed my daughter's breasts with my other hand, and they felt so textured; my daughter and I kissed each other, and I could feel how sweet her mouth was.

In the end, I ejaculated onto my daughter's belly. After cleaning up the mess, my daughter took my hand and said, "Dad, can we sleep here?"

Seeing my daughter's gentleness and consideration, I regretted my rough treatment of her the two times I had been with her. I agreed and lay down in my daughter's bed, one arm around her and the other on her little bottom, while her little hand gripped my now limp penis.

My daughter said, "Dad, it's my fault. I shouldn't have looked at that stuff."

I asked, "What did you look at?"

She said, "It's all on the computer."

I still asked, "What's on the computer?"

She said, "I went to porn sites."

I said, "Why aren't you studying? What are you doing looking at that kind of nonsense?"

She said, "Dad, do you remember when I was little I said I wanted to marry you when I grew up? I've always remembered that, but now that I'm grown up, I want to fulfill my promise. But I know no daughter can marry her father, so I was so distressed. I went to porn sites to see if there were any daughters who married their fathers."

I jokingly asked, "Are there any?"

She said, "Yes, but they're all written very fakely, not like it's real. But I read a very detailed and well-written article about incest between father and daughter, and that's why I wanted to do it with you, Dad."

So my daughter went to porn sites and got corrupted. I regretted buying her a computer, but thinking about how good it felt just now, I guess porn sites aren't so bad after all! My daughter continued, "I thought it was like in the novels, where if a daughter snuggles up to her father, he'd feel something. I thought he'd always agree to such requests. I never expected you to do that—hitting me and ignoring me."

She started crying, "Dad, this is the first time you've hit me. It made me see stars." I quickly comforted her, admitting my mistake.

She said, "Dad, I was wrong when I was little, I stopped you from finding that woman. Now I realize how sad it is for a man to be without a woman, so I'm making it up to you. And one more thing, I absolutely don't want a stepmother."

I said, "I'll listen to you, I won't find you a stepmother."

She said, "Okay, I'll spend every day with you, Dad." That night, my daughter and I made love twice, both times I initiated it.

After developing this relationship with my daughter, our bond improved significantly. Every night, we would read incestuous novels online together, and then have sex. However, I always ejaculated on her stomach; she would just watch quietly as I masturbated. Eventually, I started having her masturbate me; it felt great to ejaculate in her hand.

Over time, we both became more open, and we even used scenes from the novels. I suggested oral sex, and I did it for her first. I licked her little buttocks, making her arch her back and moan softly, and then I penetrated her vagina. She soon had an orgasm.

After her orgasm, I pulled my penis out, held it to her face, and gestured for her to give me oral sex. She immediately understood, opened her mouth, and took my penis in.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, I told her not to move, and then I began thrusting. Soon after, I ejaculated in her mouth. Afterwards, I hugged my daughter and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoling."

My daughter swallowed all the semen and said, "It's okay, as long as Dad is comfortable, I'm willing to do anything."

My daughter went to university, and the house suddenly became quiet. Before she left, she said the same thing: "Don't find me a stepmother." Although my daughter went to university, she still came back once a week.

Every time she came home, my daughter would hold my penis with her little hand and ask with a smile, "Dad, is your thing behaving well?"

I would pinch my daughter's little bottom and say, "This is for my daughter only, how could it not behave?"

My daughter would smile coquettishly and say, "You're such a bad dad."

Then my daughter and I would start making love. During lovemaking, my daughter would always ask, "Dad, did you miss me?"

I said, "Yes." My

daughter said, "If you missed me, then go for it."

My daughter and I maintained this relationship, but every time I ejaculated, it would be on my daughter's belly. Later, as my daughter grew older, she learned a lot about sex. That day, while making love with my daughter, she whispered in my ear, "Dad, you can ejaculate inside me today."

I said, "No, I'll get pregnant."

She chuckled and said, "It's okay, Dad, I took my pills."

At her insistence, I did ejaculate inside her that day. At the moment of ejaculation, she looked very serious, quietly savoring the semen moving inside her. From then on, she would tell me whether she had taken her pills or not, and that she wouldn't let me ejaculate inside if she hadn't.

Soon after, she became pregnant. She lied to me; she had never taken any pills. She wanted to have my child, so she lied and said she was taking birth control pills. I didn't dare ask her to have an abortion; I was afraid it would harm her body, so I let her give birth.

Actually, I always hoped that this forbidden relationship between us could end naturally, and that my daughter could have a normal love life and marriage. But I never imagined her feelings for me were deeper than I thought. Now that things have come to this, I will take responsibility as a man, be a good husband, and give my daughter happiness.

A few months later, the baby was born; my daughter gave birth to a son.

We were no longer father and daughter, but husband and wife. This is my love story with my beloved wife, and our love will never end…

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