Daughter's Happiness - Chapter 8: Two Women Competing

I took Min'er away from that place that had once been her prison; I wanted to give her a new life. Bringing her back from that place symbolized a beginning for us. She was officially my woman, the woman of my family.
As soon as the car stopped in the parking lot, I couldn't wait to kiss her, caress her, and explore my hands from under her skirt and knees deeper inside. I practically raped her in the car. When I said rape, I meant that she kept trying to break free from me, telling me not to do anything reckless. She said, "What's the rush? We're home, can't you wait a bit? The movers are already waiting at the door."
I had an impulse to strip Min'er naked as soon as the movers put down the last box, and then, on the floor, on the sofa, or anywhere else, I would insert my engorged, throbbing member into her tight, slippery vagina and have sex right there.
As soon as the door closed, I hugged her, kissed her, and started unbuttoning her clothes. She held my hand and said, "Daddy, not now. We have important things to do. Things to do include putting my things away, tidying up our room, and preparing our travel clothes. Once we're settled, let's take a shower, open a bottle of champagne, put on some music, and relax and do it comfortably. Is that okay, my dearest love?"
She tiptoed and gave me a kiss, then shook off my arm that was wrapped around her, and said with a smile, "Sit down for a bit. I'll open a bottle of wine for you."
A large gulp of ice-cold beer brought me back to my senses. When did I become so lustful? The thing in my pocket seemed to possess a magic that made me lose myself and my dignity as a father. I could have pounced on her from behind, pinned her to the ground, and raped her; she wouldn't have resisted me. But what difference would that make me any different from that gorilla I despise?
So I sat on the bed with my arms crossed and watched her put our things together in a pair of Samsonite suitcases she had brought back.
When her mother was alive, she would always pack my bags herself whenever I went out. She decided what I should take on my trip. But Min'er asks about everything: What should I bring? Where should I put things? I think she won't have to ask anymore. Because she'll take care of everything. After I returned from my trip, she would dispose of all these things, and I would have to ask her which drawer to put them in. As she opened the box and tidied up the contents, she reminded me, "I'm leaving tomorrow, tell Aunt Suqin not to come to pay her respects for the New Year."
I gave her a perfunctory response and made a phone call in my room. In the meantime, I secretly stored the things I had collected in a locked drawer in the bedroom. Before I knew it, she had come in.
"Daddy, I have too much stuff, and there's no room for it all. What should I do?"
"Look at Mom's things, see which ones are useful and which ones aren't." Min'er carefully took out her mother's clothes, shoes, jewelry, and other belongings one by one, examining them closely. These items held many warm memories of her, things that had accompanied her as she grew up. Some she couldn't remember, and she would ask me, "When? Where?" Some even dated back to before she was born, and she felt as if she had been a part of those times.
She moved all her belongings out, neatly packed them into boxes, and labeled them. She told me to stack them according to the numbers and put them in her room. Her room was already full of clutter, so she piled them up on her bed, creating a small mountain.
She put her clothes and other things from the room into the space she had cleared.
My wife has some dresses that she thinks fit well, even though the styles are a bit old, but she keeps them in the closet. Her mother is two or three inches shorter than her, but the hem of the dress can be lengthened, or she doesn't mind if it's a little shorter. Her waist is smaller than her mother's, so she can wear tighter dresses, and she held them up against herself, asking me to see if they looked good. "They all look good, almost as good as my mother's."
"More or less?"
"As beautiful as Mom." What I didn't say was that she was even more charming than Mom at her most beautiful. She had a certain allure that captivated my soul, making me miss her whenever I couldn't see her.
“I’m nowhere near as good as my mother. She’s a perfect wife and mother, and I can’t do anything right.”
"She's good at housework, and her cooking is delicious. It's just that you met the wrong person..." She found a photo album filled with old pictures, family photos from Min'er's birth to elementary school. There was her first nude photo, a picture of her bathing in a tub before she was a year old, and a picture of her lying naked on the bed. Little Min'er was chubby. In fourth or fifth grade, she suddenly grew taller, redistributing her baby fat to the front and back, becoming the few lumps of flesh I love to touch today.
Why don't I have these photos?
"Over time, the film was all lost."
"Can I have it?"
"You can take it after I die."
"You violated my human rights by taking nude photos of me without asking me?"
"It's okay, seeing Baby's nude photos won't make you feel anything evil, and they have a pure beauty."
Promise me you won't show this to anyone else.
"Don't worry, only I can see my daughter's beautiful naked body," I said, staring at her lecherously.
“If you look at people like that, who would believe you’re not a member of a cult?” Min’er said.
"I can't believe you've grown up, and I still have the chance to see your naked body?" he said, pushing her down onto the bed. Just as he was about to take off her clothes, she dodged and said, "Wait until I change the sheets."
I didn't understand why she wanted to change the sheets; women have so many strange ideas. I watched anxiously as she put on the new floral sheets. The mattress was heavy, and she couldn't lift it, so she asked me for help. She also changed the pillowcases, and once everything was done, they sat facing each other on the bed.
I cupped her face in my hands and examined her closely. She lowered her head shyly and said, "What's so beautiful about me, this ugly duckling?" I replied, "The ugly duckling that grew up will become a beautiful swan." She said, "You've always thought I wasn't good enough—not good enough in school, and not good enough in my marriage partner. What's so good about me?"
I said, "Min'er, my darling, you're a beautiful and charming woman now." She said, "Really?" I said, "Yes." As I said this, I pulled her closer, and she snuggled against me, just like when she was a child, running to my bed and sitting on my lap.
I said, "My little girl is already a capable housewife, so efficient! Look, in less than half a day, she's tidied up our room." She raised her hand and stroked my face. I moved her body closer, letting her breasts press against my chest, and kissed her cheek. As I kissed her, I lifted her skirt, slipped my hand under it, and felt deep inside her thighs. I climbed on top of her, slowly lifting her skirt like a stage curtain, revealing her long, white legs and her cotton panties piece by piece.
The crotch of my panties was soaked, revealing glimpses of my full mons pubis and pubic hair beneath the fabric. I fantasized about her putting that transparent bra and thong on me, that tiny G-string that looked like a slit.
I slipped my hand inside her panties and pulled them down a little, exposing the upper half of her buttocks. She straightened up and knelt on the bed, quickly taking off her panties and untying her skirt. I helped her take off her blouse. Her bra had already shifted while I was caressing her breasts, so I easily pulled it off, revealing her breasts in front of my nose, swaying slightly. I was so lucky to be able to hold my grown-up little baby in my arms like a baby. She unbuttoned my clothes, pulled down the zipper, and took out my erect penis.
I remember saying that we both wanted to make love, and we wanted to open a bottle of champagne and make love while drinking. I whispered in her ear, "Want some champagne?" She said, "Yes." The aroma of the champagne combined with the taste of our lovemaking reminded me of New Year's Eve.
She said there was champagne and cheese in the freezer. But I couldn't let her go. She said, "Can we make love first and then open the champagne to celebrate?" Celebrate what? Is making love a reason to celebrate? If it goes well?
敏儿把我的皮带解开，裤子腿到膝，爬上我的大腿，掏出拿着那根擎天柱，对准她的小屄的肉缝儿插进去。臀儿慢慢的沉下来，把我的东西吞没在她那个深沟里，骑坐在我的大腿上。两肾抬起，窝肢外露，把长发向后别，束住它，头向后仰。
敏儿的臀儿开始扭动打圈，贴着我的大腿敏儿的臀儿开始扭动打圈，贴着我的大腿厮磨，呼息随而深了。我扶住她的腰枝，让她的身体一升一沉的压在我的大腿上，像古老的打椿机的活塞作用。敏儿的呼息愈来愈快，喘嘘嘘的，呻吟着是欢悦的叫唤，孟浪的呼声……将门铃声掩盖了。
“管它？我快要射了。”射的时候，敏儿把我搂得紧紧的，不让我松脱，并收缩阴道，把我牢牢的套隐。门铃继续响。敏儿赶快的替我揩掉大腿上的爱液，说：“快去应门吧。在这个时候来的人，一定是熟人。或者有要紧的事。”
门铃声连续的响，而且很急，在催促。天杀的，连忙起床，拉起裤头，去看不束之客是谁。来者是素琴，带着一对小儿女。公众的保安一度以为她是我家的新女主人。她见我衣衫不整，和脸上颈上留下的吻痕，有点错愕。
“大哥，打扰你吗？你电话里告诉我要出门，特别赶来拜个早年。”
“我说过，不用拜年了。”既然来了，请他们进来不是，因为里面有不可告人的秘密。素琴己在门缝窥探里面情形，还有她一对小儿女都来了。送他们走也不是，更惹她怀疑。於是，她进来了，在客厅坐下来，她的老位置。对我说：“大哥近来可好吗？”
我说：“托福。”尽量隐藏神色。
她说，听到我说会去旅行。这一两个月都很忙吗？都说没空，不让她来，所以趁过年前一定要带儿女们来拜年，谢谢我照顾。於是吩咐两个儿女给我拜年问安，说些吉利的说话。我抚摸两个小孩的头，对他们说些勉励的话。素琴坐得不安顿，四周顾盼一番。我跟随她的视线。她对女儿的房间和床上堆积如山的杂物，盒子打量着。
我睡房的门紧闭，她想看穿房门，一窥里面的乾坤。我说，对不起。年晚收拾打扫一下，东西放得乱七八糟。敏儿回来了暂住几天。她也意会到我神色有点儿紧张，便说，你一给我打电话，就抓紧时间带两个孩子来看看你。没预先约定，来得不合时，对不起。那是个最不合时宜的来访，正在和敏儿做一场爱，高潮迭起的时候。
她看见一大一小两只行李箱，放在近门处。门口的鞋架上有几双高跟鞋。我对她说：我和敏儿明天出门了。你们一起去？她嘴边有个问号。从她的坐位看过去，不住的窥伺敏儿的房间。妻病重时，我从主人房让出来，睡在那里。房里有些纸盒的盖子打开，盒子里面都是女人里面和外面穿的衣物。正在这时，睡房门开了。她应声看过去，地上和床上放了些她姊姊的遗物，有些放在盒子里。并且有个女人的身影在走动……
我正想解释时，敏儿己穿得整齐，头发还有些蓬松散乱，从房间里冒出来。
素琴见到她，舒了一口气，却未释疑团：她在我房里面搞什麽鬼，现在才出来？
敏儿走过来，坐在我身边，用手指理弄头发。素琴不敢向我们直视，但企图在我和敏儿的脸上寻找线索。
我好像觉得，她鼻翼微动的时候，嗅到我们身上有做过爱的味道。其实我自己也嗅到，我们的汗味，体臭和精子爱液混和的气味。
敏儿看见素琴暗暗的打量她，机灵的向小姨妈也拜个早年，说些应酬敷衍话语气冷漠。就起身，回到我的睡房里，掩上门。但很快就再出来，手里原来拿着几个红封包，把两个塞在表弟妹的手里，说：“大的一封是姨丈给的，小封包的是表姐给的。”然后把两个向素琴递过去中途收回一个说：“这个是爹地给你的利是。”
琴素接过收下，着儿女们道谢。她没估计会在我家里见到敏儿，亦未想过要派红包，所以神色有点尴尬。“对不起，我不知道你会在这里。过年时才补回给你们。”
“爹地没告欣你吗？我们不会在家过年。我跟爹地旅行去。两个礼拜才回来到时己过了年，所以爹地叫我先派红封包。你都明白的，爹地这些日子很伤心难过，没心情应酬，叫我陪他游船河去散散心。”
“他早就应该去旅行。你妈妈病了的时候，我常来陪伴大哥。女人死了老公日子还容易过，男人丧偶就难过得多了……你不知道了，我也提议过陪你爸爸去旅游。我单身一人，没事忙，随时可以和他做个伴儿。但这个也好，有你陪他去”
“那就不同了，你的儿女还小，要你照顾，怎可以走开？你的心意代爹地谢过了。你都看见，家里乱七八糟，做大扫除，明天大清早我们就起程，要带的东西很多，还没有收拾好……真是，对不起，不知道你突然来到，房子我没收拾好招待不周，失礼了。”
“我们都是一家人嘛，不用见外了。我看着你长大，结婚，嫁人。那麽……
那麽，不耽误你们了。我们坐一会儿就走了。”
“是啊！时间都很晚了。表弟妹们年纪还小，要早睡。而且我们明天天未亮就要去赶飞机，也要早一点上床。哎呀，不好意思，你们来了，没倒茶。我去给你倒杯茶。”
“不用了。我们现在就走了。”
敏儿连忙开门送客。临走时，素琴往我的睡房再侦察一下。我也有点紧张，生怕她看到我们床上有什麽蛛丝马迹。我拍拍素琴的肩膊，说声保重。她还有话想说，但敏儿卡住在我们中间。敏儿蹲下来，和表弟妹妹亲切地说话，抓了一把糖果塞在他们手里，在他们脸上亲了亲。我目送他们三母子离开，有点黯然神伤，老妻生前也叮嘱过我要照顾他们除了是补贴些学费和书簿费外，他们其实需要个爸爸。
大门关上。一切复归平静。我们才松了口气，敏儿打个眼色，向着睡房看过去。我会意。
我端着香槟和酒杯，来到睡房。门没带上，她正在床前宽衣。她知道我在窥看她，却没有闪避，反而向我看过过来，微笑。我也不装作，凑近她，在她脸颊亲了一亲，并献个殷劝，替她解开背后乳罩的扣子。
在衣橱的镜子，看见她胸前波峰波谷的美景。她见我对她身材的注目，垂下眼睛，羞红了脸，捂住胸前两个小点子，半裸的跑进浴室。
我其实己疲累不堪，全身瘫软，大字摊开，躺在床上。呷一大口冰冻的香槟酒精给我即时的剌激，保持清醒。把酒杯放在床头柜，上面摆放着一幅与亡妻的合照，她端庄的打扮，和含蓄的浅笑，但觉得此情此景，有点剌眼。
把女儿当作情人的荒诞事情，不应该让她看见。心中有愧，我对她说，对不起，请原谅我。我无法解释我的行为，和与敏儿发生的事。我承认自己沉溺在乱伦的快感之中，但我相信没有伤害我们的女儿，是她自愿的。不过，请她最好不要看，我不知道她能否接受我所做的事。我把相片藏在抽屉里。
敏儿回来的时候，穿着质料柔软轻薄的睡袍，裙摆在膝上，坐在妻的化妆台前刷头发，露出一大截雪白的大腿。她回眸一顾，眼波闪闪溜溜。
漫长的一天过去，我将会和她同床共话。我会告诉她我如何的爱她，想和她做爱，如果我有胆量说出口的话。很多时候都不用说，她就是知道我想要她，我拍一拍床垫子，她就过来，爬上我的床。揭起被子，钻到我身旁，柔软的身体贴近我，枕着我的肩膀。我展开膀子，把她包裹在怀里。
“忙了一整天，你劳累了。”我说。
“你知道我们有那麽多事要做，叫她来干嘛？”敏儿语带埋怨。如果不是她不请自来……在我们爱意正浓，欲望高涨时，干扰了我们的美好时光，刚才我就有可能把迭起的高潮，带给敏儿。
“我没叫她来，我只是依照你的吩咐，告诉她我会出门，但她就来了。她的人怎样，你是晓得的。”
“我本来很尊重她，和疼爱她一对儿女。自妈妈病了，就觉得她对你眉目传情，教我讨厌她。如果不是看在妈妈脸上，我会替你把她赶走。”
“We can’t be rude to her; she’s an elder, and she has two children. We are their closest relatives. Besides, her situation is tragic; she’s a pitiful woman…”
“Poor woman, even my good father couldn’t refuse her. I’m just one of them. It seems you wanted her, didn’t you? Am I getting in your way?” She seemed annoyed, pushed me away, and turned her back to me.
I chased after her, put my arm around her, and said, "What were you talking about? Don't pay attention to her. We still have some things to do, let's enjoy some time alone together. Come on, champagne should be drunk chilled, let's share a glass of champagne... to celebrate."
"Celebrating my divorce from that jerk."
"Divorce isn't something to celebrate, is it?" Actually, what I thought and what I said were different. Talking about her husband with Min'er in bed didn't sit well with me. I can't accept the fact that my daughter is divorced; I think it's shameful. But I've enjoyed the benefits of her divorce for me; otherwise, why would we be intimately drinking together in bed?
“Yes, don’t mention him. We can’t drink expensive champagne for a bad man. Let’s drink to something happy, to our joyful holiday. And to a good man, my good father. You are the only man left in the world.” She drank half, I drank half, and then she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back, savoring the fragrance of the wine on her lips.
“Daddy, you’re not only a good person, I’ve also found you to be very cute.”
"What?"
"I've seen your thing hard since this morning. It's been erect all day, like a teenage boy." She gently rubbed it in her hand through my underwear. Min'er's assessment was quite lenient; I felt like a little male dog today, almost raping my daughter. Embarrassed by my indiscretion, I changed the subject.
"I quit smoking, you know? I haven't smoked in a long time." I took the opportunity to breathe on her and then kissed her passionately. She pretended to be intoxicated.
"You're such a good boy, so obedient. Mommy wasn't wrong, you're the best man in the world. I've said it before, you can't touch me until you quit smoking. Once you quit, you can do whatever you want..." She said she'd let me do whatever I wanted, but then she took the initiative, pressing her hands against my face, turning the tables and giving me a passionate kiss. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a little snake, driving me wild. What did I want to do?
I was afraid I wouldn't have the energy for sex. I didn't do much, just kissed her and caressed her until we were both tired. As she said, my penis wasn't actually soft, but I just didn't feel the urge to do it again. She took it out and inserted it into her warm little pussy; the feeling was wonderful. We found a position where I could hold her in my arms, with my penis inside her, staying inside without slipping out. Min'er was also tired and didn't ask for sex. I held her and slept with her; she had no other requests.
My desire to possess Min'er completely swelled within me. We shared a bed, our bodies intertwined, and she let me fondle her breasts and caress her buttocks. What does a woman want at the end of the day? Nothing more than to have a man who loves her hold her as she sleeps, tell her he loves her, and make love to her. Whether other men will love her and cherish her like I do in the future, I don't speculate. At this moment, I am the man she needs. She quickly fell asleep, sleeping so peacefully and sweetly.
In a daze, I felt that if she weren't my daughter, I should treat her as my wife.

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