I will repay you with my body.

During the National Day holiday, my boyfriend's family and I were originally scheduled to come to Beijing to discuss our marriage. However, since my boyfriend's parents had to attend two weddings, we put the matter on hold for the time being.
This is my fifth year living in Beijing. My parents have never been to this northern city before, so they said firmly on the phone that regardless of whether my future spouse's family comes to Beijing, they want to come and visit, and also to check out my future husband. It was September 30th when I received a call from my father saying that my mother wasn't coming because she wasn't feeling well and was worried she wouldn't enjoy herself. He said he would be in charge of the visit and she would only stay a few days before going back. I wasn't surprised by this, because my mother's health has always been poor. My brothers might not be fully aware of this, but people say that daughters are their mothers' little angels, and I'm no exception. My mother suffers from premature ovarian failure, which is very serious for women. First, it weakens her physical condition, and then it causes premature aging. In the past, with many children in the family, my mother didn't get enough rest after giving birth, and she would often go back to work in the fields just a few days later, which is how she ruined her health.
A-Jian and I took the airport bus from Baofusi to pick up my dad. A-Jian's family is from the north, so there wasn't much difference between trains and planes for them. My family is from the south, and I couldn't bear to let them travel nearly 20 hours to get here and then back. The airfare of over 1000 yuan was something A-Jian and I could afford. The Fourth Ring Road was very congested, and there were many large trucks on the Fifth Ring Road. We were anxious the whole way, but we finally arrived on time. After waiting for a while in the lobby of Terminal 2, we saw the arrival information and immediately headed to Exit 13. About 20 minutes later, I saw my dad. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion… My dad excitedly told us about his journey, and we walked and laughed, then took a taxi to the hotel we had booked in advance. By the time we arrived at Tsinghua University, it was almost 8 pm. After settling my dad's luggage, we went to have dinner together. At the dinner table, we ordered braised pork, Dad's favorite. Of course, drinks were a must. Dad and A-Jian ordered baijiu (Chinese liquor), while I ordered beer and soft drinks. At first, Dad, A-Jian, and I were a little reserved, but after a few drinks, we loosened up considerably, chatting and laughing, creating a very harmonious atmosphere. Dad even joked, telling me not to bully A-Jian. A-Jian is a somewhat introverted and shy person, with a scholarly air behind his glasses. He's very intelligent. However, he also has flaws; he loves to play, like a child who never grows up. We often argue, but we make up quickly. Our family doesn't know we're already living together. This is one reason why we arranged for Dad to stay at Tsinghua University, and also because a close friend of mine lives here, and I can stay at her house if it gets too late. Dinner was very enjoyable. Looking at the clock, it was almost 9 pm. A-Jian isn't a big drinker, but Dad got drunk first, his face very pale, the opposite of A-Jian's, his face as red as a monkey's bottom.
A-Jian and I helped Dad back to the hotel, and he fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed. I noticed A-Jian wasn't walking very steadily, so I told him, "You go back first. I'll stay at Xiao-Mei's tonight; you can still catch the last bus." After seeing A-Jian off, I went back to Dad's room. He was fast asleep, his face pale but oily. He opened his eyes, and I knew he wanted water, so I gave him a bottle of mineral water. He drank the whole bottle and then fell asleep again. The hotel in Tsinghua Garden provides hot water until 10 PM, so you can take a shower. Drinking water is only available from the bottles the staff bring. Each guest has a set of pajamas. I woke Dad up and told him to take a shower. He agreed, but he wouldn't move. I helped him unbutton his shirt. Dad has gained a little weight, but he's still very thin. Underneath his shirt is a tank top that's already a bit damp, which explains the oiliness on his face. He's wearing dress pants, and I hesitated whether I should help him take them off and put on his pajamas. So I nudged him again and said, "I'll get your pajamas for you. Get up and change, then hurry up and take a shower. Get some rest tonight!"
Dad nodded, but his eyes opened and closed again. I loosened his belt, my heart pounding. When I was little, we were poor, and the whole family slept in one bed. Even after I started elementary school, it was still like that. At that innocent age, I was very curious and loved to guess adults' secrets. Occasionally, I would wake up in the night and find my parents pressed tightly together, the bed swaying rhythmically. I was so naive then, I didn't know what they were doing, nor did I think about it. I was just simply jealous of my mother. On summer evenings, Dad would shower in the small yard, shirtless, wearing only a pair of underwear that wasn't too big or too small. When the cool water soaked through his body, you could vaguely see his genitals... Then one night, I woke up in the middle of the night. Everyone else was still fast asleep, but Dad was still snoring. I secretly lifted Dad's underwear and touched that soft, drooping thing, and there was a hairy fleshy ball underneath... It was too dark to see clearly... Today, I unbuttoned Dad's pants again, and the daughter in front of him was no longer that innocent, willful, and mischievous daughter. I sighed, reminisced, and my heart pounded. Dad was snoring, a sign of his deep sleep. I took off his trousers and put them away. He was still wearing those old-fashioned, not-too-big-to-the-small briefs. Maybe people from the countryside think those are comfortable. Since we moved in together, I've always bought my boyfriend's shorts; I prefer the tighter kind. I woke him up again and draped a pajama over him. He looked quite disheveled in his last pair of shorts. I folded his clothes, feeling a little embarrassed myself, and said, "Go take a shower quickly, there won't be any hot water soon." Dad reluctantly went to the bathroom. I tidied up the things Dad brought from his hometown, many of them my favorite foods. I felt so happy then… Dad came back quickly. He said the water was too hot; he wasn't used to it! He muttered, "The city water tastes bad; the water back home is better!" I smiled… I checked the time; it was 10:15. Dad said, "Why don't you take a quick shower too?" I said, "I didn't bring any pajamas!" Dad said, "You can wear mine. I brought a change of medical supplies in my luggage; I'm not used to city clothes." That's a good idea, I nodded. After showering, I went back to Dad's room. His face was no longer pale; perhaps because of the shower, it was even a little flushed. He was watching TV, and when he saw me come in, he quickly sat up, looking much more sober. While chatting and combing his hair, Dad couldn't help but say, "My daughter has grown up!" I smiled.
Dad said, "Jian is a good boy. You'll have a lot of trouble in the future, so you can't always be so willful. You have to be more tolerant!" I said, "I know!" Just then, Dad's phone rang. Seeing it was the home phone, Dad laughed and said to me, "It's your mom calling. She wanted me to let her know I got off the plane safely, but I forgot." Dad leaned against the headboard, laughing and explaining to Mom on the other end of the line. I leaned over to eavesdrop. Later, when they talked about me, Dad took the phone. Mom was very worried about my health because I developed early and had always had lumps. Before coming to Beijing, Mom had always told me to have a check-up every year. When the topic came up again, I truthfully told Mom, "I just had a check-up at the Military General Hospital last month. The doctor said it's just lumps, which is normal!" Mom said, "I'm relieved that everything is fine." Then we said goodnight and hung up. Dad sighed and said, "Once your mom is feeling better, we must explore Beijing properly." I nodded. When we talked about Ah Jian and me, I vaguely sensed my father's disappointment. It's a girl's special sixth sense, and maybe that's why he got drunk even though he didn't drink much! I leaned on my father's shoulder, and the sense of security I felt was different from what Ah Jian gave me. I nestled in my father's arms, and he gently stroked my hair. I closed my eyes and greedily enjoyed my father's love. I felt so happy!
Dad asked, "Where are you sleeping tonight? It's getting late. Should I pick you up, or should I take you home later?" At that moment, my mind was made up: I was going to sleep with Dad tonight. Dad looked at me and said, "You still haven't grown up. You're always so willful. Come on, Dad will take you home!" I said seriously, "You've never been kind to me since I was little. You always buy new clothes for my little brother first. You sleep next to Mom at night, and when I ask you to play with me, you always make excuses..." Dad stared at me, stunned. I got out of bed in my pajamas, straightened the blanket, and turned off the room light. Then Dad turned on the bedside lamp. Whether he liked it or not, I was determined to do what I had decided!
I got into bed, still nestled close to him. He had one arm around me, and I just enjoyed that feeling. After a moment of silence, Dad asked, "What did your mother say about your health? Is it serious?" I said, "It's alright. I've always had breast hyperplasia. It wasn't obvious when I was little, but now I always have lumps. The doctor said it will get better after I have a baby!" Dad seemed a little embarrassed, so he just replied, "Oh, oh~~" I smiled and said, "A daughter is flesh of her mother's flesh, and also flesh of yours, Dad. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Dad smiled and said, "You! You've always been mischievous!" I grabbed one of Dad's hands under the covers and placed it on my chest, guiding his fingers to gently press on the lump in my upper left breast. Dad said, "You need to have regular checkups," but his heart was clearly racing. Maybe it was just a moment of excitement, but I heard it in my heart… Mom has always been in poor health. I don't know how Dad has managed all these years. This family is where it is today because both Mom and Dad have suffered a lot. I will take good care of them! I will never regret anything I do for them!
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and got out of bed. In the bathroom, I took off my bra and panties, leaving only my father's slightly oversized pajamas on. I tied the belt and wrapped them up a few times to make them fit better. The light from the bedside lamp was very soft. Tonight, my daughter would be sleeping in the same bed as her father...
I took off my shoes and got into bed. I turned off the bedside lamp; Dad had planned to turn it off after I was in bed, but now he had to obediently put his arm back under the covers, no longer leaning against the headboard, and slowly slipped into bed. I was still nestled in his broad arms, not on the pillow, but on his arm. Dad said, "You've been busy all afternoon, get some rest!" I said, "Okay! Goodnight!"
I grabbed my father's other hand under the covers and placed it on my left breast, where the lump was. I slowly slid it down a little, then released it, leaving his hand alone. Neither my father nor I spoke, but I could feel his heart racing. I deliberately shifted my body slightly, causing his arm to bend a little. I felt his hand against my chest—his large hand, my chest, neither large nor small—there was no gap at that moment. After a moment, my father moved his hand away, and I grabbed his hand, placing it back where the lump had been. We were both silent. Intentionally or unintentionally, I gently placed my hand, which was turned to the side, against my father's lower body. He was wearing underwear, but I could feel something hard there. My hand didn't move away, remaining naturally and gently against him… Neither of us spoke; the room was quiet, separated only by a thin veil. I wanted to break the silence, because perhaps I wouldn't have this opportunity again. I pulled away slightly, so my breast was now close to my father's head. My father was surprised: "My dear daughter, are you uncomfortable?"
"Daddy, do you think my breasts are normal?" Daddy was clearly embarrassed: "Go to sleep, don't do this, I'm your daddy." I silently took off my pajamas, leaving me completely naked. I hugged Daddy's head and put my breast into his mouth. "Suck, Daddy." I felt Daddy's penis was hard, pressing against my thigh. Daddy hesitated for a moment, but finally suckled my nipple. I took off Daddy's underwear, reached out and grasped his genitals; I could feel its heat and hardness. After all, it had been a long time since we'd had proper sex. "Dad, if you want, come on up." I lay down, spreading my legs. Dad was still hesitant, so I turned on the room light, exposing my snow-white body to his eyes. Dad's bronze body was also in front of me, his thick, hard penis throbbing. "Dad, come in." Dad's face was flushed, but he still wouldn't go in. I crawled down and... "Ah!" I let out a loud sigh, breathing heavily. I sucked on Dad's penis, and Dad involuntarily licked my clitoris. I felt Dad finally surrender, and my lower body was overflowing with fluid. I lay down again, aligning Dad's penis with my vaginal opening. With a thrust, Dad's thick penis slid in... It lasted a full 39 minutes, and Dad finally ejaculated inside me... I licked Dad's genitals clean, then turned off the light and lay down in Dad's crotch. "Dad, how are you feeling?" Dad seemed very regretful: "You're my daughter, Dad is sorry." "No, Dad, Mom isn't well, so let me do what Mom can't do. There's nothing wrong with it. I came from Dad, there's nothing wrong with serving Dad." Dad was speechless, and I felt him hug me tighter. We stayed like that, naked and embracing each other, in silence all night.
I don't regret what I did today. Some people might criticize me, but I truly will never regret it. I made Dad feel comfortable this once in a lifetime; what is there to regret? Dad raised me, and I would do anything for him. Neither of us spoke. The room was quiet, just a thin veil separating us, but no one dared to break it. This kind of experience might only happen once in a lifetime. We said goodnight to each other, but I knew that neither Dad nor I slept well that night…

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