grafted red apricot

【Grafted Red Apricot】[Author: wangzhuan258][Complete]

Six years ago, I was working in a large state-owned enterprise. Life was slow-paced then, a simple routine between work and home. Besides the eight hours at work, it was just cuddling at home. My husband joked that I used to be a cat lover, lazy after a good meal, and couldn't live without someone to cuddle with. I asked if it wasn't good, and he said it was annoying, but he had no choice; if he didn't give me his body, he was afraid I'd find someone else, so he had to put up with it. I was angry, but secretly happy.

My husband was my dearest. Sometimes I felt there was no other woman in the world who loved her husband as much as I did, because when chatting with colleagues at work, I would always hear some "scandalous" things about the older women in my department or building. At first, I was disdainful and didn't want to get close to them, but after spending time with them, the trivial matters between women diluted these ugly stories. Even when I heard them talk about "lovers," I would only show a slightly disdainful expression to appear aloof, but I also seemed to have a desire to hear more.

Across from our office lived a young woman, slender and tall, quiet and reserved. Her name was Li Qian, and she had only started working two years prior. Because of her young age and somewhat introverted personality, she was even more shy than me among the group of people.

Gradually, we became friends. To her, I seemed very upright, speaking directly and honestly, without any teasing or joking. For me, however, this only highlighted my maturity. In our conversations, my experience as a married woman became my source of knowledge and conversation starters. In this way, our relationship grew closer and closer until we could talk about anything.

I told Li Qian about my husband and me, down to the smallest details, from plucking the white hairs on his face (my husband called them "dog hairs," as the saying goes, "dog hairs on the face"—that's what it looks like. He also mysteriously told me that these "dog hairs" didn't grow little by little, but rather appeared unexpectedly in an instant when no one was looking, perhaps while I was sleeping or busy), to giving him oral sex during sex—I didn't shy away from these stories, recounting them with utmost seriousness.

She was the same, completely open. When she talked about her "shameful habit"—masturbation—to protect her embarrassment as the older sister, I reluctantly admitted that I also had this habit, but kept urging her to tell me more details because I was curious.

I asked her why she didn't let her boyfriend "love" her, but instead used her hand, and taught her to let her boyfriend "love" her more often, so she could change her habit, saying that's how I changed mine. She said her boyfriend "felt uncomfortable and it hurt" during sex, and he was always nervous, and the more nervous he was, the more it hurt, so she simply didn't want him to "love" her. This was strange; I couldn't figure out what was going on, but she could explain it herself: maybe it was frigidity.

She came to my house for dinner, and my husband tried his best to act casual, but she still noticed something was off, pinching and twisting me and scolding me for telling my husband about her shameful habit, swearing she would never come again. However, she couldn't give up my husband's cooking skills, so she would come over from time to time to satisfy her craving.

My husband doesn't like her much. He says she has a bad personality, is weird, talks to people in a nonchalant manner, is sneaky, and lacks class. If it weren't for her looks, he wouldn't even bother with her.

I threatened, "You dare ignore my friend? You even have to treat her boyfriend like a brother, or you'll be sorry!" Li Qian's boyfriend, Xiao Fang, is handsome, but short. He's the same height as me, which makes him seem a bit lacking.

Xiao Fang is outgoing, but unlike Li Qian, he doesn't like to hang out at my house. I can't get him to come over no matter what I ask, even when my husband invites him, he refuses, saying he feels awkward, uncomfortable, and is used to his freedom. So I haven't spent much time with him, and every time I see him, I always think of this: how can such a small man make Hao Mei uncomfortable?

Later, I understood. During a casual conversation, Li Qian gestured with her hand to indicate how long Xiao Fang's penis was. That night, I told my husband, and he said the bigger and thicker a man's penis, the more comfortable a woman feels. Maybe Hao Mei is a young woman who hasn't been fully developed yet. I thought so too. My husband's is also quite thick, about the thickness of three of my fingers. Even when it's wet, I find it slippery.

These are just the little things in life, happening today and tomorrow, one after another. Work and life are still the same routine, and more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Qian didn't want to continue dating Xiao Fang, so to avoid him, she often stayed at my house, sometimes sleeping in the guest room and going to work with me in the morning. Strangely, Xiao Fang didn't seem to want to win her back; he would disappear for a month or two at a time.

I couldn't hold back anymore and said to Li Qian, "Xiao Fang might not be doing it right. Tell him to be gentler, try to get you wet first, then slowly insert it. Don't be too rough once it's in; you'll get used to it." But she suddenly said impatiently, "That's right! You try it and see if it's uncomfortable." I sensed something was off and became somewhat displeased, so I coldly said, "What are you talking about!" Unexpectedly, a few days later, Li Qian started up Xiao Fang's words herself, sitting up straight and saying, "Sister! I've really thought about it. Xiao Fang and I have been together for several years, and feelings can't just end like that. I don't know why, but there's something we just can't get along with..." She hesitated as she spoke.

Being an impatient person, I said, "Yes! You know all this? I thought you didn't. Tell him, let's work things out slowly, maybe you'll get used to it and it'll be surprisingly comfortable," while simultaneously making a face at her to embarrass her.

She only blushed briefly before recovering, looking up at me with a hint of excitement, staring at me as she said, "Yes, that's what I'm thinking too. I just remembered what we talked about a few days ago, and after thinking about it for a few days, I really want you to try Xiao Fang, to teach him..." "What! Are you out of your mind?!" I interrupted her immediately after understanding, my anger starting to rise.

"Sister! Don't be angry, I'm serious, I'm begging you, please help me!"

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"Help me, nobody knows, sister! Maybe we'll get together! What do you say!" She kept pleading, but I didn't hear what she was saying and just left her behind.

The next day, Li Qian came over from across the street and whispered to me, "I'm sorry!" But that apology didn't solve the problem. We seemed to have a distance between us, and we weren't as close as before.

Two months later, it seemed like everyone had forgotten about it, and she started staying at my house on and off again, making my husband afraid to "make love" to me loudly. He could only do it secretly, and if there was any noise, she seemed to wake up, either sneezing or coughing, making it impossible to continue. Even so, I would be mocked by her in the morning. I told her, "Don't look, it's very exciting. I'm afraid you'll hear, like I'm doing something wrong. I'm thinking about it a lot, and I can climax after a few thrusts." She laughed even harder, her face pale.

Then one weekend around that time, Li Qian invited me to her place. When I arrived, I found Xiao Fang there too, fiddling with the rice cooker to make hot pot.

I love hot pot, and in this single-person setting, it reminded me of my student days, making me even more eager and hungry.

The three of us started eating together, and in no time, we were eating. Xiao Fang suggested having some beer, and Li Qian didn't object, so I naturally agreed.

I remember the hot pot was pretty good, but after only a few bites, I started to feel drunk. Looking at the beer bottles, I realized I'd only emptied two. How could this happen? In the end, I was so hot and dizzy that I couldn't take it anymore.

I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but I felt weak as soon as I stood up, and Li Qian helped me sit on the bed.

How embarrassing! I cursed myself inwardly. My mind was clear, not a bit muddled. The smell of the hot pot was so tempting, and just thinking about it made me feel hot all over, but my body wouldn't cooperate. So I lay down and said to the two of them, "It's okay! You guys eat, I'll just lie here for a minute or two and I'll be fine." As soon as I lay down, I started to feel dizzy. Li Qian tried to cover me with a piece of clothing, but I was too hot and threw it aside.

In my dream, I had no idea where I was. Someone was undressing me, and I felt like I'd been enduring this for a year. I struggled impatiently, trying to move and quickly release her from this hateful shackle.

When I felt my underwear being removed along with my pants, I snapped back to reality. Opening my eyes, I saw Xiao Fang's face, seemingly distorted, facing me.

This wasn't surprising; I wanted to see a man, but at the same time, my conscious mind was searching, searching for someone who should be there in my mind—Li Qian.

Once I was sure Xiao Fang was alone in the room, I reached for my own pants.

Before Xiao Fang could even get them off my legs, I struggled to sit up and unbuckle his belt, asking as I did so, "Where's Li Qian? What time is it?" My voice was hoarse.

I didn't care what Xiao Fang answered; all I cared about was the man in front of me, and what was inside his pants.

It was huge, hard even inside, making his pants almost stick out. When it was fully exposed, I felt genuine fear, but that need was something I'd probably never experience again in my life. I thought, if I'd seen a leg with a chopped-off foot, I would have grabbed it without hesitation and pulled it into my mouth. It was

too big; I could only take half of the glans into my mouth before I couldn't breathe, so I quickly masturbated a couple of times and pulled Xiao Fang's buttocks, who was still taking off his shirt, towards me. As he fell, my wide-spread legs were already wrapped around his buttocks.

My lower body felt hollowed out, and the hard penis in my hand was the part that had been removed. I couldn't let go, afraid it would really be gone, gone, so I pulled and tugged until it was aimed at my lower body.

"Oh! God!" I cried out, not sure if I really made a sound, but the missing part was replenished, much more than before. Even recovering a lost fortune couldn't compare to this intoxicating and satisfying feeling.

He started thrusting hard, and when the feeling of loss returned, I had to hold onto his buttocks tightly. Suddenly, it came back, faster than I could imagine, suddenly striking some organ in my internal organs, numb and painful, shooting straight to my brain. Just as I was about to scream for help, the desolate emptiness exploded with torment.

This time, I wouldn't let go even if it meant death; the emptiness was more agonizing than the pain. When it attacked again, I used all my strength to pull his buttocks in, holding on tightly, my fingers digging into his flesh.

The climax came, wave after wave, spreading throughout my entire body; except for my still-vigorous hands, every part of me trembled.

It was so intense, even my throat was trembling, causing me to cough uncontrollably.

When it all passed, I began to regain my senses and realized that almost one finger was still inside Xiao Fang's anus. I quickly pulled it out, trying to get him to leave, but unexpectedly, he began to ejaculate. I felt a surge inside, lifted up by him, then pressed down again, a series of six or seven thrusts.

After Xiao Fang finished, he tried to kiss me, but I suddenly thought of my husband. I tried to stop him and push him away to get up, but my body was still weak, and he held me down.

He wanted to kiss me again, and I dodged my head, but he still kissed me, and I felt wronged, tears streaming down my face.

This time, Xiao Fang didn't dare. He asked me what was wrong, and I shook my head, tears inexplicably flowing. He became even more frightened, quickly got up, put on his clothes, and ran out.

I felt like he had just left when Li Qian opened the door and came in. I didn't expect it to be her. Instinctively, I tried to pull something over myself, only to find my clothes and blankets piled on the opposite bed.

It was so embarrassing. I turned around and lay there naked, burying my head in my hands. I felt like they were messing with me, so I snapped at the sheets, "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" But my voice trailed off, I felt too weak to even speak.

Li Qian was moving my legs. I kicked one, then realized it was my underwear. I didn't move again, letting her put it on me. While she was putting on the pants, I pulled them up myself. The shirt was difficult to put on, so I just let her drape it over my body. After

all that, Li Qian half-climbed onto the single bed, right next to me. I heard her whisper, "Sis!

How are you? Feeling uncomfortable or comfortable?" I didn't answer. She shook me and asked again, "Sis, I consider you my own sister, what are you afraid of? How about I call him in and do it with me, you can watch and teach me, okay? What do you say?" I still didn't answer. She started shaking me incessantly, asking, "How are you! Tell me!" This girl, really, joking like this, I lost my temper. I checked my strength and jumped up to get dressed.

She was also pushed up by me and sat up. As I got out of bed and stood up to button my clothes, she suddenly pointed at the sheet and exclaimed, "Heh! Did you pee or did he pee? Oh..., such a puddle!" I looked back and saw a large area of the sheet, even the one hanging in mid-air, was wet. After

I finished getting ready to leave, Li Qian kept pestering me, asking how it was. I said irritably, "Nothing! If you want to break up, then break up, it's none of my business." On the way, I tried to sort out my thoughts, but thinking about my husband made my mind go blank. When I got home, my heart was pounding. What if my husband noticed something when I went in?

I hesitated for a long time, worried that others in the hallway would see me, but I forced myself to go in. My husband wasn't there, and my heart immediately lightened. I went straight to the bathroom to shower and do laundry.

When my husband came home that evening, I nervously cooked several dishes. Usually, after dinner, we would fight over washing the pots and pans, playing rock-paper-scissors or arguing for ages. Today, before he had even finished eating, I went to wash the pots and pans. He followed me in and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you today?" I almost dropped my head.

While watching TV, I didn't dare snuggle up to him, worried he would suspect something, but when I nestled in his arms, tears of guilt welled up in my eyes.

That night, when he wanted to "make love," I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I checked several times with my fingers to make sure there was nothing inside before nervously returning to the bedroom. Luckily, he usually wears condoms, so he probably wouldn't notice anything.

To be honest, this was the first time I realized how small my husband's penis was, but I love it, I'm familiar with it, and of course, holding it in my hand while sleeping felt reassuring.

The next day at work, Li Qian didn't mention anything, pretending nothing was wrong, and didn't come to visit after work. But two nights later, I went out and came back to find Li Qian there.

This was what I was most worried about, because after so long of getting to know each other, and with her and my husband having a good relationship, I was afraid she might reveal something.

That night, she actually wanted to stay at my house. After going to bed, I couldn't sleep more and more, so I said I wanted to go talk to her. I went to the guest room, and when I went in, I deliberately said I couldn't let my husband hear, and closed the door.

I squeezed in with Li Qian, pulled the blanket over my head, and started threatening and nagging. She wouldn't have it, insisting that I tell her what it was like. I had to admit that it was very pleasurable and comfortable, and that my husband was right, she was just a girl, hadn't had much sex, and hadn't been properly developed.

After chatting for a while, she asked if I still wanted Xiao Fang to "me" (someone else). I cursed at her under my breath and said no. She said who would believe that, just look at that puddle of urine, you'd know. I pinched her, and she actually put her hand inside my crotch and dug, saying she wanted to see if I really wanted it.

Hehe! Of course, she might have touched me a little, but I knew in my heart that while we were talking, my penis was indeed uncontrollably wet.

I admit I was horny, but I could control myself, so I warned Li Qian, "Let's just leave it at that. Don't mention it again, or I'll turn on you, and we won't be friends anymore." Li Qian wanted to joke again, but I said, "Why don't you get up now and go back to sleep?" She sensed something was wrong and didn't say anything more.

A week later, just as I was gradually calming down and secretly feeling happy, my husband told me that he had invited Xiao Fang over for dinner on the weekend.

What's going on? He'd been asking her for over a year and she hadn't come, and now she remembered this place—could it be because of me? I started to get nervous again.

I secretly asked Li Qian, and she said, "Are you really going to cut ties and not see each other anymore?" I was speechless, but she comforted me, saying, "Don't worry, I've explained everything, and no one has mentioned it again." After the four of us got together, I found it wasn't that difficult. The truth was as Li Qian said: We're not seeing each other anymore?

Since it was Xiao Fang's first time visiting my home, my husband insisted on having some alcohol. I refused to drink, and Li Qian also refused, so it was just the two of them who drank some baijiu (Chinese liquor).

After dinner, my husband wanted to play mahjong, and Xiao Fang couldn't refuse. After setting up the game, before they'd even finished one round, my husband's phone rang. He sounded like there was an urgent matter at work. He dropped the mahjong tiles and got up to leave, telling me before he left, "Have them play cards for a while. Something came up at work; I might not be home tonight." After my husband left, I got out the cards, and the three of us played "Strive for the Top." Li Qian suggested using the remaining liquor as punishment, but I disagreed. She said the two of us women would only symbolically lick our glasses, but Xiao Fang had to drink the real liquor.

After about half an hour, Xiao Fang had almost finished the rest of the liquor. I advised him to drink less, but Li Qian wouldn't allow it, implying I was worried about him. I wanted to get angry, but I was too polite for Xiao Fang. Just then, Li Qian's phone rang. After answering the call, she said she had to go out for a bit and would come back later with Xiao Fang.

At that moment, I sensed something was wrong, but I'm incredibly stupid. I wanted Xiao Fang to go with her, but I couldn't bring myself to say it, and in my haste, I couldn't find the words. By the time I tried to speak, she had already run downstairs

. Sigh! I'm a born pig-headed idiot, completely unsuitable to be a woman. I wonder if women are as stupid and slutty as me. As soon as I closed the door and turned around, Xiao Fang grabbed me.

You can probably guess what kind of woman I am from all this rambling. I'm the kind of person who can't resist pestering and coaxing, especially this little man who gave me such an incredible orgasm. Right now, he's groping me, grabbing at my already swollen nipple and begging me to come.

I told him I'd already given him oral sex and made him ejaculate, but it was too big, uncomfortable in my mouth, and besides, he was drunk and kept jabbing at my throat. I couldn't take it after a few strokes, how could I possibly make him ejaculate?

I pulled my pants down halfway so he could do it from behind, thinking that way I could put them back on quickly if anyone came back. But after doing that, neither of us felt comfortable. My legs went weak after a few thrusts, while he said he liked it even more when I could insert my finger into his anus, like last time.

So we switched positions. Excitement made us both forget everything else, and we threw our pants on the floor.

He pressed me down onto the sofa, but feeling it was uneven and worried I'd be uncomfortable with my body bent, he insisted on carrying me to the floor. I said it was fine, I just wanted to, but he wouldn't listen. He inserted himself, carried me around the coffee table, and laid me down on the floor in front of the TV.

To be honest, there are many advantages to having sex with a man like that, which Li Qian doesn't know yet. Just look at the movement; his thick penis is embedded in my flesh, connected without any worry of separation. Even the slightest twitching from the movement can generate the desire for orgasm.

After getting into position, he pulled my hand to his buttocks. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I groped for that hairy center and tentatively inserted my finger.

He thrust forcefully a few times, the pleasure making me want to thrust harder, but for some reason today, my finger wouldn't go in. I was afraid of hurting him if I thrust too hard, but he seemed unwilling to give up, waiting patiently, and that waiting was enough to make me uncomfortable for half a day.

Suddenly he stopped, pulled my hand over, grasped my finger, and shoved it into my mouth. I hesitated for a moment, then, as he jerked it in, I opened my mouth and took it in.

The wet finger went in smoothly, and he started going wild, thrusting hard and fast. I can't describe it in words; I just felt that if my arms weren't so short, my finger would almost be all the way in.

The climax was coming! Oh! It was almost here, and I had to try my best to control myself, not daring to relax. If this climax really came, where would I find this feeling of pleasure again?

I can't describe what happened next, poor me! Bad luck struck. My husband had already entered the room and was standing there watching, his face ashen.

I cried, I begged, but it was all too late. People were right: why didn't I think of this when I was having fun?

My love ended, my marriage collapsed, and of course, my cozy little home was gone.

Less than six months after I moved out, my husband married Li Qian. Perhaps I'm psychologically damaged, but I wanted to go find Xiao Fang to ask about the situation, but I couldn't find anyone with the surname Fang at his workplace. Just as I was about to leave the gatehouse, someone in the courtyard shouted at the top of their lungs, "Li Xiao Fang! Li Xiao Fang! Your sister Li Qian is waiting for you in the office!"

(The End)

[Short Story][Incest] A Father Is Always a Father [Print this page]

I've known since I was little that I have an aunt, the youngest of my father's brothers and sisters. She married into a rural family in xxx, and they lived a very frugal life; I never heard of her having a good time. Because of this, my father always mobilized his sisters to help that aunt, sending money and things, and even personally went to help build and renovate her house.

In early September of the year I got married, I received news from my aunt's family that her son was getting married and that they had invited my dad and several other aunts to the wedding banquet. My dad had never taken me with him when he went there before because it was tough there and I wasn't used to the accommodations, and I had never considered going either.

The day before my dad was supposed to leave, my husband and I had a fight. He had been upset at work and took it out on me, so I stormed off to my parents' house. When I got home, I found out that my younger brother had already planned to have some friends stay at our house for a few days and was trying to coax me to go back, or go with my dad. I felt too embarrassed to go home, so I decided to go with my dad.
He'd already argued with me right after we got married, and I wanted to get him treated – that's what my colleagues at work told me when I was complaining to them on the phone. Of course, since my kind-hearted sisters encouraged me, they helped me take leave and handle my work affairs, so there was nothing to worry about.

Although my aunt's house was far away, transportation is convenient now. We took the train from six in the morning to four in the afternoon and arrived at the city under my aunt's jurisdiction. There, my eldest aunt was waiting with her grandson, and my cousin, representing my second aunt's family, was already waiting. Then we boarded a bus to the county town, and from there we hired a minivan to go directly to my aunt's township. Her house was only two or three kilometers from the township, not too remote.

Although it was a rural area, the rustic atmosphere was very attractive, especially to my cousin and me. My father and aunts were busy planning and making arrangements, while my brother and I wandered around, always excited to talk about the strange people and things we encountered.

The first night we arrived, we were the only relatives at my aunt's house, so we had a place to sleep. But the next day, a group of my uncle's relatives arrived, and we ran into trouble finding accommodation. The surrounding area was mostly inhabited by my uncle's cousins, who all warmly invited us to stay, but my aunt and uncle thought it was fine to accommodate their rural relatives, but since we were city people, we wouldn't sleep well and insisted on staying in a hotel in town. However, their distant relatives were numerous, all with their families, and there was already enough room for everyone in the neighborhood.

So we went to town, only to find that they had discovered oil there, and the exploration team had cleared all the houses, leaving only one room. There were two beds in the room, slightly larger than single beds, and we were trying to sleep the five of us. What a predicament!

My cousin, seeing the situation, ran back home under cover of darkness. My dad wanted my aunt and her grandson to stay, and we were to go back too, but my aunt insisted on going back with the child so it would be too cramped. My uncle was also in an awkward position, because everything was already arranged at home. My cousin, being a man, could easily squeeze in, but it wouldn't be easy to arrange anything for us.

Finally, I was sleepy, so I suggested that my dad and I share a bed, and my aunt and grandson could sleep together for two or three nights.
That was the only option. Father and daughter affection—we talked about it without any reservations, but actually sleeping together felt awkward. Because it was early September, it was still hot, and we were already wearing very little clothing; taking it off would leave us naked. So my dad only took off his outer garment, and we slept in our clothes. My aunt, on the other hand, stripped down to just a vest and underwear, and even undressed her grandson before going to sleep. After lying down, she muttered to herself, "We're family, what are you afraid of? How can you sleep well without taking your clothes off?" And so on and so forth.

I definitely didn't sleep well that night; it was hot, and there were mosquitoes.

The third day was the wedding day, and there were so many people. The banquet was set up in the courtyard, children ran around, dogs followed, babbling, and drums were banging.

My cousin and I also tried to help out, busying ourselves all day. That evening, while watching the wedding night festivities, around 11 pm, my dad came wobbling over, saying that if we didn't leave soon, my aunt's grandson would wake up and cause trouble in the middle of the night (the child's sleep schedule was reversed, and he couldn't sleep at night). So, we asked my uncle's younger relatives to take us to town in a three-wheeled farm vehicle.

My dad had drunk a bit too much, and I pulled him to take his clothes off to sleep. I also took off my jeans; I slept so badly last night that I hadn't taken off my short-sleeved shirt, and it still looked terrible.

I was so sleepy that once I lay down, I knew nothing more. In my dream, I was with my husband, and he shamelessly apologized and kept pestering me to make love. I pretended to be angry, but inside I was very happy, so I let him touch and kiss me.
The dream was blurry; I only remember feeling excited and wanting him to penetrate me. The moment he did, I woke up. Oh no, someone really was penetrating me.

The lights were off, and I couldn't immediately tell where I was. Was it my house? Was my husband holding me?
As my mind cleared a little, my head started spinning. I could hear my aunt's breathing, and vaguely see her buttocks in her floral-patterned pants sticking out. I panicked and didn't know what to do. My dad held me tightly, and I didn't dare move.

It was quiet and unbearably hot. I didn't dare move my dad's arm because he was still hard inside me. I was afraid that if I moved, he would wake up, and then what would I do?

Later, I thought back on the situation many times. I guessed my dad was awake at the time, or at most conscious of someone else. Otherwise, how could he have an erection, and how could he have so clearly pulled my pants to the side and inserted them? You might say that if I wasn't wearing underwear, it would be understandable; he could explain it by turning around drunk and imagining it was another woman (my mother died young, but I know a little about my father having other women).

When people don't know what to do, they can only stay still. I understood that, so I remained in that position until I was completely sober and calm. But once I was calm, I couldn't think of any other way. At that point, I just assumed my dad was asleep!

I remained in that position, but in return, my father started moving. He seemed to be muttering something, and his body shifted, his lower body moving as well. As a result, it seemed like he felt comfortable or something, he started to slowly and forcefully move his lower body (that's how I explained it to myself at the time). His movements were slow, but powerful. His seemed thicker than my husband's, and I could feel it reaching all the way in, causing a painful, throbbing sensation.

My buttocks were wet, probably from before I woke up, or maybe it was sweat; in any case

, I was covered in sweat. I was numb to his movements, but my mind immediately started worrying about something else: that he might be dreaming of having sex with a woman, excitedly shouting out or saying something that my aunt might hear.

Sure enough, he tightened his grip on me, his breath reeking of alcohol, his breath hot against my neck. His hands started to wander, touching my stomach and trying to slip under my clothes.

I instinctively moved my hand slightly, then realized I couldn't move, I couldn't disturb him. I endured as he touched my breasts, grabbing them by the bra. His hands were large, gripping me like a heavy weight, and he pressed harder, slowly but deeply with each thrust. After a few thrusts like this, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt a slight swelling, a slight pain, but pleasure quickly surged through me, spreading like a wisp of silk throughout my body.
The tension, after transforming into excitement, remained, but it amplified the excitement even faster and more intensely. My husband's penis is shorter, so I'd never experienced such intense pleasure from a swelling and pain before. So, when people are excited, they don't realize how easily their thoughts can become irrational. When my dad suddenly stopped moving, I forgot that inertia was drawing its power from him; instead, my buttocks suddenly became the driving force, pushing against him. After only a couple of moments, I realized this was wrong, so I stopped too and maintained my position.

He remained motionless, and the pleasure I was just beginning to experience had to stop there.

A long time passed, and his breathing seemed very light. Suddenly, he rolled over, lying flat on his back, his arms and genitals simultaneously leaving me—so fast, in an instant. I was freed from the covering, feeling a bit cooler, but my full lower body suddenly felt empty, as if I had lost something, as if I had nowhere to rely on.

I was covered in sweat. I endured it for a while, and when I felt no movement, I lay down flat. Only then did I realize that the bed was damp around my lower body.

The night was quiet, and all I could hear was my aunt's snoring. A woman's snoring is so unpleasant; it's like she has asthma, struggling to breathe, as if she'd suffocate if she didn't make such a loud noise.

My dad's breathing was even, and seemed a little longer than before. I guessed he was sleeping soundly, so I slowly moved my arms, pulled out the pillowcase to wipe the sweat, and slowly wiped my neck and head. I then groped around with the blanket to wipe the sweaty areas around my body.

I felt much better, but I couldn't fall asleep. I stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, the curtains, and other things in the dim light. I lay there blindly, trying to stop myself from thinking about it, but the events of just now kept flashing through my chaotic mind, filled with the intense sensations in my lower body, mixed with the impossibility of incest, which I myself found hard to believe.

During this time, my father didn't move at all. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, whether I wanted to see if his pants were on or what, but anyway, I subconsciously shifted my buttocks and immediately pressed against his crotch; I felt my legs touch flesh, but I didn't find what I wanted, and the tension returned.

...

Now, almost ten years have passed since that incident, and I've come into contact with many ideas and knowledge about sex. I've come to understand that sex is linked to tension and stimulation. Otherwise, why would people enjoy threesomes, swapping, SM, exhibitionism, etc.? All of these are about experiencing stimulation in tension.

As I grew nervous, my curiosity and excitement intensified. I remember my hands trembling slightly as I reached for my dad's genitals.

I first moved my hand to my stomach, slowly, very slowly, and then back down. The process was incredibly stimulating; I'll never forget it. But the moment my hand touched his skin, it recoiled like a hibernating mitten. I didn't have the courage. Despite

the lack of courage, the thrill of the tension remained, driving me to desperately try to think of a way. My mind raced, and I quickly devised a plan: I could pretend to be asleep, suddenly turn over, imagine him as my husband, and naturally reach for his genitals.

With the plan in place, I began to orchestrate the action. I first needed to convincingly appear asleep. Ridiculous, isn't it? In the middle of the night, maybe my dad was already fast asleep, who knows what I was doing! But that's what I thought at the time, and that's what I did.

I spent a long time thinking about the key points of the movements many times, and enjoying the pleasure brought by the planned process. The pleasure made my lower body constantly wet, haha, it

's a bit of a joke. Actually, after thinking it over, it was really that simple when I did it. I rolled over very well, and even put my legs half on him, so my hand naturally touched there. His lower body was wet and soft, and his pants were pulled down to his crotch, so I could feel it with my legs there. Since we had come this far, I could only hold on, and the tension made my hands tremble.

My dad didn't move, and I didn't dare move either. Holding onto it, I was filled with regret, thinking about how to get back to the state where I wasn't holding it, and I was scheming and plotting. Wasn't that exhausting?

Things changed. While pretending to be asleep but not knowing how to leave, that thing slowly hardened in my hand. I immediately became alert and held my breath, wanting to hear if my dad was awake.

After a while, nothing changed; that thing just stood upright in my hand. Relieved, I realized that my dad's was indeed very thick, thicker and much longer than my husband's. I was only examining it based on the feeling of holding it, and I didn't dare move my hand.

At that moment, my dad seemed to suddenly wake up, and his hand brushed against me as he reached out. I was so frightened that I pulled my hand back and didn't dare move. But then I heard a heavy thud. After a few thuds, before I could react, he rolled over and pinned me down. His body was massive, completely enveloping me in his arms.

This was it. Was he awake or not? Anyway, his hand slipped inside my pants and touched me directly. At the same time, he leaned his head close to mine, panting.

Because there was water there, his fingers slid in easily. His hands were large, his palms almost completely enveloping my genitals, with only his fingers moving in and out. It was as if his head was searching for my mouth, kissing my hair like that. The smell of alcohol was strong, hitting me head-on.

I quickly got aroused again, clearly feeling his lower body poking at my stomach with each thrust. My desire grew stronger and stronger.

The movement of turning over slowed down after a few thrusts, his fingers slowed down, and his lower body slowed down as well. My desire was just beginning to ignite. Just as all his movements were about to stop, I couldn't care less and forced myself to roll over. In that instant, I didn't forget to pull down my pants. As I rolled over, I felt him about to roll over too, and quickly thrust my buttocks towards him. Sure enough, he didn't flip me over, but instead hugged me again, his lower body pressing against mine.
My movements startled him; he seemed to remember we had just been making love, and his lower body began to move again. I slowly moved my hips, searching, and he entered me again.

This time it was very brief; I don't remember the details because I was focused on experiencing an orgasm. I only felt that he was still slow, perhaps not as forceful as last time, but I orgasmed quickly.

When I orgasm, I clench my legs and my whole body shakes violently—this is what my husband described to me in detail. This time I orgasmed so many times because I couldn't make a sound, so it lasted longer and dissipated more slowly, which probably woke my dad up (that's what I thought at the time). As my pleasure began to subside, I felt him slowly withdrawing. Back then, women still needed that thing inside, and of course I wouldn't allow it. My buttocks followed him, preventing it from leaving.

He didn't move again, waiting until I finished. As soon as

my desire was satisfied, reality returned. I felt a little filthy and wanted to leave his body, but he was still holding me, and his penis was still hard. I thought he might need to relieve himself, so I'd wait.

After a while, seeing that he didn't move or let go of me, I tentatively used my buttocks to remind him. Sure enough, he started moving. At that point, I thought he was awake, so I didn't care anymore, leaning my head against the edge of the bed, my buttocks sticking out for him to do it.

Because of my aunt's snoring, which had softened a couple of times before, my dad and I (if he were awake) could tell. So, accompanied by her snoring, he could operate with peace of mind. He continued thrusting slowly, sometimes a little faster, then slowing down again.

Just as I was getting into my second climax, he stopped moving. I had to rub my butt against him, and the more I did, the more he seemed to want to pull out, until I realized he was about to ejaculate. I grabbed his hips, and he ejaculated. As

soon as he left my butt, I quickly pulled up my pants to avoid getting any on the sheets. After I finished, he didn't seem to have bothered to fix his pants; he was just lying flat on his back, asleep. I simply threw off my blanket to cool off and tried not to think about it anymore.

With no thoughts in my mind, I quickly fell asleep.

In the morning, I felt my dad step over me, get up, and leave. I groggily waited until my aunt and her grandson woke me up. I told them I wanted to sleep in and let them go first. I figured they were already far away when I got up. My underwear was silky and soaked with semen, and there was some on the bed too.

I got some water and tried to wash myself, but it wouldn't get cool. Just as I was worrying about it, I saw the innkeeper's wife sweeping the yard, so I called her over and told her I'd gotten my period that night and had a little bleeding, so I washed myself. She said it was okay, the blood was no longer visible, and she'd get me a new sheet.

Now the biggest problem is how to face my dad today. The more I think about it, the more worried I get. I walked towards the village, lost in thought, not even hearing someone drive up in a farm vehicle and call me.

When I got back, my cousin was already waiting for me at the gate. He pulled me to the new house, saying someone was making a scene! I followed them over, and it turned out a group of young people insisted on checking their bed sheets for bloodstains. I immediately thought of the hotel sheets, and my face burned. I felt like everyone around me was staring at me, as if they already knew. My head was spinning.

When I came out, my cousin told me to go to my uncle's room to say hello. I knew my dad was there, but how did I get in? My cousin wouldn't let go.

Once inside, my aunt was loudly recounting what happened last night. She said my dad had drunk too much, but he seemed perfectly fine, except his eyes were red, like he hadn't slept well. He admitted to drinking too much, telling my aunt and uncle that he'd kept me up all night and that he looked terrible.

This whole conversation terrified me, but after listening, I felt a sense of relief. So I dealt with it for a bit and went out into the kitchen to find something to eat. I was really hungry; it turns out hunger is related to mood and thoughts.

We stayed another night before leaving. Before going to sleep, I was worried, but after lying down, I thought, in the end, nothing happened. My dad slept soundly, and I slept soundly.

That was the end of it, but it stayed in my mind, constantly nagging at me. Sometimes I felt very excited and would masturbate, and of course, I would feel guilty afterwards.

Until two years ago, my dad had gastrectomy surgery, and later the wound became infected, so he stayed in the hospital for more than a month. My brother and I mainly took turns taking care of him. At first, he made my brother do everything, even changing his diapers and bodily functions, sometimes preferring to have the nurses do it rather than call me.

Later, I said, "We're father and daughter, blood relatives, what's there to be afraid of? So if you get old and can't move, I won't take care of you?" He didn't object anymore, and then I saw his...thing again. I cleaned him up, washed him, and even cleaned his genitals.

It was then that I realized I had no impure thoughts, no lingering questions about how that thing had entered me, or any of the sordid guilt I felt. Whether he was asleep or awake, family was the most important thing!

[The End]

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