Daughter Xiaowei

I will always remember that bitterly cold day, on the eve of what should have been a joyous Lunar New Year, when my mother so heartlessly
left us.

I was 10 years old that year, but her last look is etched deeply into my heart like a brand.
She told me, "Take good care of yourself, take good care of your father."

My family was originally an enviable little family. My father came from the countryside in the south. He was an introverted, honest,
gentle, and kind person. Perhaps due to complementary personalities, this attracted
the student council president at the same university, who was my mother. My mother, with her bright and charming appearance,
behaved in a way that matched her extraordinary temperament—outgoing, confident, and humorous.

After my mother passed away, my father, a civil servant, voluntarily transferred to the countryside in the south, and from then on, my mother and I depended on each other for survival
.

Life was very peaceful after we moved to the countryside. My father took on the role of both mother and mother, taking excellent care of me.
We talked about everything.

For a while, I was worried about my father's remarriage. His tall, thin figure and melancholic, handsome face made him
very attractive to women.

At first, many women pursued him, whether as colleagues or in business dealings. Among them, I
only admired one of my father's female colleagues, named Yaqi. She was twenty-one years old, very gentle, and always had a smile on her face.
She was a kind and considerate person. I was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend, knowing that she had
a lot of suitors.

She didn't pursue my father; rather, she became good friends with him. I could tell that she
liked . Rationally, I naturally wanted my father to remarry, but emotionally, I only wanted to possess him exclusively. This
feeling constantly troubled me. My father didn't disappoint me; even with a girl like Yaqi, he didn't
develop feelings for her.

However, things gradually changed. When I was 12, I had my first period. My father personally explained
the reason and gently washed the blood with warm water. The impact of the warm water and my father's gentle caresses
gave me waves of pleasure and surprise.

From then on, I longed to bathe with my father, but we stopped bathing together after my mother passed away
, because before, the three of us would bathe together as a family.

A few days later, I finally mustered the courage to deliberately go into the bathroom without any clothes and ask my dad to bring them. When he
brought them, I asked him to shower with me, and he agreed. So, as usual, we showered
together , only without my mom.

From that day on, we washed every part of each other's bodies every day.
Every time was immersed in the vortex of burgeoning desire.

During that time, my breasts were swollen and painful from development, and my dad would massage them for me. It was a little painful, but it felt even better.
Although vaguely hoped that my dad would hold me or do something more, these
thoughts vanished under the restraint of morality and propriety.

For a young girl just beginning to develop, all of this was already too wonderful. But this blissful state did
n't last long. As I matured, shortly after entering junior high school, I inherited my tall father's
height and reached 160 cm. Perhaps due to the sexual stimulation during my daily showers, and more importantly, because my skin, which was originally a bit
rough and dark, had become fair and delicate thanks to the nourishment of female hormones, it would radiate
a . Everyone who knew me praised me highly. And then there's
my breasts, which I've always thought were the biggest problem. Why do I have such perky breasts despite my somewhat thin figure? They're really quite prominent among girls my age,
making me afraid to walk with my chest out.

Add to that my oval face and the bright looks I inherited from my mother, and I inexplicably
earned the nickname "super beauty" at school. Every time I wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt to PE class, I had to endure some strange
looks , many of them from male teachers. Love letters were countless, but my heart
couldn't accept any other man besides my father.

However, something unexpected gradually happened. Recently, my father would get erections when we showered,
and he would take longer to wash me. I really liked that feeling. I felt my nipples and that area becoming increasingly
sensitive . Once, I found myself almost unable to stand up from the pleasure. Another time, when my dad was massaging that area, I
suddenly realized...?

Dad's situation wasn't much better. When I scrubbed his magnificent little brother, he would let out
a low, guttural sound from the back of his head—yes, that was male pleasure. Sometimes we would lather each other with soap and then naturally hug
each other, caressing one another.

During this time, several times I saw an incomprehensible look flash in Dad's eyes, a mixture of pain,
fear , and confusion. I think you've never seen it, no, you could never see that
look of someone struggling against a demon.

That day, like any other, we ate Dad's cooking, watched the evening news, and I took
our clothes and told Dad to take a bath.

However, you absolutely cannot imagine that a chance encounter would lead me through a difficult period.

As we were showering at the same time, I slipped. I grabbed Dad's hand but fell to the ground, my face
pressed against his erect penis. At the same time, a strange desire arose within me from this close proximity to his manhood
. In a completely natural moment, Dad thrust his hips forward and it slid into my mouth.

I instinctively began to suck, and Dad's hips swayed back and forth. He took deep breaths and let out
low moans of desire. I only felt a tingling heat in my lower body, and my left hand involuntarily rubbed my already well-
lubricated vulva. Warm water continued to spray from the tap onto our bodies. I felt my desire
rising with my body temperature, and my body tensing up. I don't know how much time passed, but then a wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over me from
my lower body . My fingers quickened their pace, and my sucking became faster and more forceful.

Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of ecstasy spread from my clitoris, and my body inexplicably convulsed, my mouth uttering sounds
I had never heard before. Tears streamed down my face for no apparent reason. I felt so happy,
so why were I crying?

I couldn't believe such joy existed in the world. Just then, I suddenly felt a warm liquid
fill my mouth. Dad's penis rhythmically throbbed inside my mouth, constantly being pushed deep into my throat.

After a while, Dad pulled his penis out of my mouth. For some reason, I found myself...
I slowly swallowed the food. At that moment, Dad looked down at me. I think he saw my tears but didn't notice my
satisfied blissful expression. In that instant, I saw shame, self-reproach, and regret on his face.

He picked up his clothes and left, leaving me bewildered.

That night, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw Dad sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a photo of my deceased mother, sobbing.

It was the first time I'd seen Dad cry since Mom's passing, and it broke my heart.

From then on, Dad deliberately kept his distance from me. We didn't shower together anymore. He said I was grown up
and didn't need to shower together anymore. I was confused because when Mom was alive, we always showered together.
Mom grew up too.

What's worse is that we hardly ever talk. The only conversations we have are the unavoidable ones. He
even opened a separate account for me to withdraw money, avoiding any physical contact. He installed a phone and a television for me
—all to prevent us from interacting in daily life.

I was devastated, but I knew he loved and cared for me deeply. His meticulous
attention revealed his thoughtfulness. Later, when I deliberately rebelled and became bad, I could see his
heartache and love in his eyes. This sometimes led me to deliberately do wrong things to earn those looks and his fatherly affection.

But I couldn't tolerate this father-daughter relationship. I love him! I've always said I wanted to marry my father when I grew up.
Why does society view this relationship as worse than that of animals? Animals don't inherently possess any concept of ethics or morality, yet
humans impose them and expect everyone to adhere to them. Why?

If it's for eugenics, I can get sterilized; if it's for reputation, I can remain unmarried, keep my marriage private, and
forever be my father's obedient daughter, staying by his side until he dies.

However, all of this becomes distant because of my father's indifferent attitude. Sometimes I hate his indecisiveness, hate that he
can't love me properly.

So, starting in my third year of junior high, I began to escape this pain in another way. I rebelled, and I ignored
my father , even though I loved him from the bottom of my heart.

My temper worsened, my studies depended on my mood, and I skipped classes, etc. I went from being a model student with excellent grades
and a well-behaved girl to a rebellious and withdrawn student. My grades fluctuated, but fortunately, because of
my good foundation in the first and second years, I managed to get into the girls' high school named after the local area (my first choice).

In high school, my emotions became even more unstable, especially when my father started seeing Ya-Chi. Because Ya-Chi often
came to my house and chatted and laughed with my father, I was in a very bad mood. I even started smoking and skipping classes.

Shortly after I entered my second year of high school, I skipped class one day at lunchtime and went home. I found my dad's car was still there, seemingly at home. I
was used to opening the door myself and didn't tell him. I quietly unlocked the door and went inside, only to find another pair of
women's shoes . I quietly approached my father's bedroom. The door wasn't tightly closed, and my dad, of course, didn't expect me to come back. I saw
the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed, passionately kissing.

I guessed they must have used their lunch break to rush back from their nearby workplace to do this.
Seeing this, I was filled with rage, cursing the two of them in my heart. How could they treat me like this? Although I
was angry , I still watched their progress intently. I saw Dad kissing Yaqi continuously and slowly removing
the buttons from her loose clothes. Aunt Yaqi seemed shy, but in the end, Dad undressed her
completely. Only then did I see that a devilish figure was hidden under the loose clothes. Yaqi's
figure was so good; her fair, round buttocks and perky breasts were every man's dream.

Dad made Yaqi lie down, buried his head between her legs, and tasted the sweet nectar. His hands were also
busy, each grasping a breast and constantly playing with her nipples.

I saw Yaqi's face flushed and her breathing rapid. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she often let out intoxicating moans. Although I
was angry , I also felt inexplicably excited. I imagined myself as Yaqi, letting my father invade me at will. Before I knew it, my lower body
was starting to itch. I couldn't help but rub it gently with my hand, only to find that it was already overflowing. Since my father's attitude changed, I
hadn't thought about this kind of thing. Now, being stimulated like this made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, my father stood up and asked Yaqi to take his erect penis into her
mouth , spitting it out and sucking it in again, sometimes quickly circling the glans with her tongue, her right hand stroking it, and her left hand also
gently caressing her testicles. This scene reminded me of when I performed oral sex on my father, and my lust
intensified.

"Give it to me, Yaqi," my father said.

Yaqi spat out his penis and said, "But I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." Later I learned that they had been secretly meeting for a long time, but I
had , and Yaqi was a virgin.

Dad laid her down on the bed and placed a pillow under Yaqi's buttocks, making her genitals clearly
visible . Dad kissed her beautiful peach-like vulva to fully lubricate it before raising his erect penis and rubbing it against
her vulva. Yaqi swayed her head from side to side and said, "It's so hot down there, it feels so good!"

Seeing that the time was right, Dad aimed at her secret opening and thrust hard. A soft cry was heard as his penis disappeared into her plump
labia .

Dad, who hadn't enjoyed the tight and warm vagina for so long, couldn't help but want to thrust wildly, but
the gentle Dad held back and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

Dad stopped moving, his hands continuing to caress her and his mouth continuing to kiss her.

"You can try moving," Yaqi said, her desire rising, and Dad slowly began to move
. I could clearly see some clear fluid and red streaks of blood flowing from their point of union.
Each 's thrusts felt powerful, like they were hitting my heart.

Unconsciously, I quickened my fingers' movements in sync with Dad's increasingly rapid rhythm. Our tongues were still intertwined,
and we held each other tightly. Yaqi's legs were tightly clamped around Dad's swaying waist, and her hands gripped his back. I could clearly
see the scratches on Dad's back. Although it was just a simple movement, it contained endless
passion , including mine, of course.

After two or three hundred thrusts, Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and her moans, which had been deliberately suppressed, became spontaneous and captivating
. I thought she was reaching her climax because she began to let out hysterical moans, her entire
body tensing as she gripped Dad's body, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Dad also thrust with all his might. At that moment,
I was also about to reach my climax, but then Dad suddenly called out, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Oh! Xiaowei!" and simultaneously...
Her semen shot entirely into Yaqi's uterus.

Dad's calls interrupted my climax, because "Xiaowei" was my name. I was jolted,
thinking he had seen me, but no, there was no sign that Dad had discovered my peeping.

Yaqi clearly heard those words. After recovering from her climax, she tenderly licked Dad's penis
clean while asking, "Who did you call just now?"

She clearly knew that Xiaowei was my name. I anxiously awaited her answer.

"Yaqi, I can't lie to you. I just called out my daughter's name. I've always loved this daughter deeply,
just like I loved my deceased wife. For the past few years, I've deliberately hidden my feelings, hoping to give her
the space to grow up normally. But I just lost control of my emotions and called out the name I call out to my heart every day. I
know you might not be able to accept it, but I can't lie to you. I'm sorry, I might be a pervert." Hearing
this, I was already moved to tears.

"Don't say that. I know how you feel. I have the same feelings for my deceased father.
I always thought he was the best man in the world, which is why I've never had a boyfriend. Until I
met you, your personality and temperament are just like my father's, I was instantly
captivated . I can accept you loving your daughter, as long as you don't mind me. I also want to spend my life with you, who is like my father
." Ya-qi cried as she spoke, and she cried even louder at the last sentence.

At this moment, I finally couldn't help but sob as well. The love and desire buried deep in my heart for many years all erupted at once.
Dad heard the sound and shouted, "Xiao-wei? Is that you? Xiao-wei!"

Dad casually threw on a small blanket and came out. He saw me sitting in front of the bedroom door crying, and Ya-qi followed me out.

His voice trembled as he cupped my face and said, "You heard everything? I'm sorry, Dad..."

I kissed him to stop him from continuing. After a while, I finally said, "I love you, silly
Dad ."

I looked at Ya-qi, who was both touched and disappointed, and said to her, "Ya-qi, can you accept us?"

"I love you both!" she said. I went to hug Ya-qi and kissed her. I felt like we were a family
.

To me, she had taken on a part of my mother, and to Dad, I was the embodiment of my mother.

That night, the three of us took a bath together. Dad kept caressing me, my sensitive breasts, my tender
vulva, while I held his penis in my mouth, just like that day.

Sometimes Ya-Chi would share a lick with me, and sometimes she would lick my genitals. It felt so good, I couldn't tell
if it was bathwater or vaginal fluid. After drying off, we weren't dressed. Ya-Chi took my hand, kissed my
forehead and said, "Tonight is yours." I didn't quite understand what she meant. Then she gave me a birth control pill and told me to take it.
I knew this moment was coming.

Dad was already waiting in the bedroom. Ya-Chi led me into the bedroom and, in front of Dad, stroked my perky
breasts and round, upturned buttocks, saying, "It's unbelievably beautiful, even I'm drooling!" Dad
must have felt the same way, because he was swallowing hard.

"Go!" Yaqi gently patted my white and tender bottom, and I nestled into my father's arms, enjoying his
embrace and caresses. Every touch touched the depths of my soul, awakening
ancient desires that have existed since the beginning of humankind. Every kiss made my heart flutter and my desire surge.

The nectar of love had already gathered into droplets, and I thought it might drip down. My worries were unnecessary.
Dad gently carried me to the bed, stuck out his tongue and licked the nectar into his mouth. His tongue kept licking up and down my
vulva , sometimes focusing his fire on that protruding clitoris. The nectar kept gushing out. I
gripped the sheets with both hands, my eyes slightly closed, swaying from side to side because I couldn't bear the pleasure. But in order to crave more pleasure, my
slender waist kept swaying slightly. Sister Yaqi found a gap and kept sucking on Dad's fully erect penis,
as if preparing for the next episode.

Dad seemed ready. Yaqi then gently caressed my breasts, while Dad first grasped his magnificent penis and
rubbed it against my clitoris. I finally understood what Yaqi had said during the day: "So hot, so comfortable!"

I couldn't say it aloud, I could only express it with the most primal sounds, "Mmm... mmm..." I
heard incredibly lewd sounds coming from my mouth, so soft and seductive.

Originally, I was worried that Dad's penis was too big and would hurt me, but now I hoped it would go in quickly,
fully occupy me, fill me, and thrust into me forcefully. Dad didn't do that; he tormented me even more patiently.
Tortured? Yes, I didn't use the wrong word. I think those with experience will naturally understand my situation.

Just as I was experiencing this sweet torment, I suddenly felt a tearing sensation, and I involuntarily cried out, "Ah!"
Dad gently asked, "My little Wei, does it hurt?"

"No! I love Daddy, it doesn't hurt!"

Dad knew I was just being stubborn, so he immediately kissed me gently, and occasionally breathed into my ear while saying, "
Little Wei, Daddy loves you!"

I felt my ears were so itchy and comfortable, and my heart was so sweet; the pain had mostly subsided. At the same time, Sister Yaqi
was gently licking the place where Daddy and I were joined. This sight excited me so much that I pushed Daddy's waist away with my hand and
then pulled him back. Daddy understood and started moving with me. At first, it still hurt, but it was mixed with an unbearable
numbness and itchiness, so it was hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure.

Soon, I heard myself moaning: "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...Dad...Wei
loves you so much...mmm..."

The pain had vanished, replaced by a strange, pleasurable sensation spreading from my vagina.
Sister Yaqi, in sync with Dad's thrusts, continuously rubbed my clitoris with one hand while her other hand ecstatically massaged her own
vagina. I felt so itchy and pleasurable, like being bitten by a mosquito—the more you scratch, the itchier and more
pleasurable it becomes, until the skin breaks and hurts, yet you can't stop. But sex is different; there's an orgasm.

I was incredibly lucky to experience the most beautiful sensation of my life on my very first time having sex. My whole body trembled
rhythmically . One hand involuntarily gripped the sheets tightly, while the other held Ya-qi's hand tightly. My legs were clamped tightly around Dad's
waist. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out; it was stuck in my throat. At that moment, Dad held me tightly and increased the speed of his thrusts.

Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed deep into my vagina, and I felt so warm. My mind
went blank , and then my whole body went limp. "Ah..." I let out a deep, satisfied moan that was stuck in my throat, and then I came to my senses.
Dad lay on his side beside me, caressing my breasts and gazing at me affectionately. Yaqi lay on my other side,
asking if I was satisfied.

I smiled and nodded. I felt so happy at that moment, and as the pleasure slowly subsided, I drifted off to sleep contentedly.

In the morning, around five o'clock, I was awakened by the shaking bed and soft moans. It turned out that Dad and Yaqi were enjoying themselves. I
thought it was my turn to serve them. I leaned in and kissed my father, using one hand to mimic Yaqi's actions,
constantly rubbing her clitoris. Soon she reached orgasm, but Dad hadn't ejaculated yet. So Dad lifted my buttocks,
making me stick my buttocks up high and my head down, fully revealing my beautiful little hole.

Dad first gently sucked with his mouth, teasing her with his tongue. Finally, he
rubbed her vagina, stirring it with a clear, wet sound. Suddenly, without warning, "
plop..." he thrust into her juicy vagina from behind. At first, it hurt because she had just been deflowered yesterday, but
then came an indescribable pleasure.

Ya-qi had already recovered from her orgasm and lay down next to me in the same position as me,
our two vaginas pressed tightly together, waiting to share my dear father. As Dad thrust into me, he
poked , and we smiled at each other with satisfaction.

Suddenly, Dad pulled out his huge penis and put it into Yaqi's vagina. I immediately felt empty
and a little angry, like a child who had been deprived of their favorite toy. Fortunately, Dad's fingers
immediately filled in, but they were not as warm and comfortable as his penis.

Soon after, I saw that Sister Yaqi was getting more and more comfortable, her mouth wide open, constantly moaning "Oh... Oh..."

which made me very envious. Suddenly, a feeling of fullness filled my vagina again. "Ah...
So comfortable... Dad..."

At this moment, I saw Sister Yaqi's disappointed and helpless expression after losing Dad's big penis. I smiled at her with joy and
satisfaction . This cycle of ecstasy and disappointment repeated several times. Finally, Yaqi
reached her climax first and collapsed softly on the edge of the bed. Dad was now focused on penetrating me, his hands tightly gripping my buttocks
. With each thrust, he made me move forward a little, and my breasts and buttocks vibrated like waves
.

At that moment, I felt a tightness in my anus. It turned out that Dad had inserted his thumb. Although I felt embarrassed,
I gave everything to Dad. In addition, both holes were stretched in this way, and I unconsciously tightened my anus,
making the friction more thorough and comfortable. The slight urge to defecate had an indescribable pleasure. Dad's thrusting speed kept
increasing, and finally we reached orgasm at the same time, and he sent his sperm deep into my uterus.

Then we cleaned each other's love juices with our tongues. Ya-qi sucked on my vagina,
licking away every last drop of white semen that flowed out, prolonging my orgasm. I, in turn, licked Dad's penis
with , while Dad gently licked Ya-qi's vagina. At this point, we formed a triangle.
We often played this game afterward, and even had orgasms because of it. If you have the chance to try it, you'll know
how wonderful it is.

After breakfast, Dad took a day off and took me to school to explain why I skipped class the day before. Dad made up a good excuse and
promised I wouldn't do it again.

From then on, I was a good student again, a well-behaved child, at the top of my class, loved by teachers and classmates. Later, I
was admitted to a national university with Taiwan in its name. Although my future was bright, I only passed the civil service exam and
was transferred back to my father's unit after a year away from home. The three of us worked and lived together.

My father and Ya-Chi got married because she was pregnant. Based on the principle of eugenics, I didn't plan to have children
or get married, but I lived a blissful life with my father and stepmother. Later, I
treated my father's child as my own. He was like my younger brother. He was handsome and married young to a beautiful woman. The couple joined our
loving family.

Returning home was the happiest time for our family. There were few visitors in the countryside, and after dinner, we were all
naked. Apart from swimming with full bellies, we did whatever we wanted and pleased each other. Friends, can you understand
the sweetness of that most primal call? I'm not advocating incest; what I want to clarify is that sex should be joyful and
without boundaries, shouldn't it?

I will always remember that bitterly cold day, on the eve of what should have been a joyous Lunar New Year, when my mother so heartlessly
left us.

I was 10 years old that year, but my mother's last look is like a brand, deeply etched into my heart.
She told me, "Take good care of yourself, take good care of your father."

My family was originally an enviable little family. My father came from the countryside in the south; he was an introverted, honest,
gentle, and kind person. Perhaps due to complementary personalities, this personality attracted
the student council president at the same university, who was my mother. My mother, with her bright and captivating appearance,
belied her extraordinary charm in her behavior—outgoing, confident, and humorous.

After my mother passed away, my father, a civil servant, voluntarily transferred to the countryside in the south, and from then on, my father and I depended on each other
.

Life in the countryside was very peaceful. My father took on the role of both mother and mother, taking excellent care of me, and
we talked about everything.

For a while, I was worried about my father remarrying; his tall, thin figure and melancholic, handsome face made him
incredibly attractive to women.

At the beginning, whether it was colleagues or business dealings, there were quite a few women who pursued my father. Among them, I
only admired one of my father's female colleagues, her name was Yaqi, 21 years old, very gentle and always smiling,
a kind and considerate person. I was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend, knowing that she had
a lot of suitors.

She didn't pursue my father, but rather became good friends with him. I could tell that she
liked . Rationally, of course, I hoped that my father would remarry, but emotionally, I only wanted to possess my father exclusively. This
feeling has always troubled me. My father has not disappointed me; even with a girl like Yaqi, he has not
developed feelings for her.

However, things gradually changed. When I was 12, I had my first period. My father explained
the reason and gently washed away the blood with warm water. The impact of the warm water and my father's gentle caresses
created sensations that filled me with ecstasy and surprise.

From then on, I always longed to bathe with my father, but we stopped bathing together after my mother passed away.
Yes, because we used to shower together as a family of three.

A few days later, I finally mustered the courage to deliberately go into the bathroom without any clothes and ask my dad to bring them. When he
brought them, I asked him to shower with me, and he agreed. So, just like before, he took his clothes and showered
with , only without my mom.

From that day on, we washed every part of each other's bodies every day. Every
time was immersed in the vortex of burgeoning desire.

During that time, my breasts were swollen and painful from development, and my dad would massage them for me. It was a little painful, but it felt even better.
Although vaguely hoped that my dad would hold me or do something more, these
thoughts vanished under the restraint of morality and etiquette.

For a young girl just beginning to develop, all of this was already too wonderful. But this blissful state did
n't last long. As I matured, shortly after entering junior high school, I inherited my tall father's
height and reached 160 cm. Perhaps due to the sexual stimulation during my daily showers, and more importantly, because my skin, which was originally a bit
rough and dark, had become fair and delicate thanks to the nourishment of female hormones, it would radiate
a . Everyone who knew me praised me highly. And then there's
my breasts, which I've always thought were the biggest problem. Why do I have such perky breasts despite my somewhat thin figure? They're really quite prominent among girls my age,
making me afraid to walk with my chest out.

Add to that my oval face and the bright looks I inherited from my mother, and I inexplicably
earned the nickname "super beauty" at school. Every time I wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt to PE class, I had to endure some strange
looks , many of them from male teachers. Love letters were countless, but my heart
couldn't accept any other man besides my father.

However, something unexpected gradually happened. Recently, my father would get erections when we showered,
and he would take longer to wash me. I really liked that feeling. I felt my nipples and that area becoming increasingly
sensitive . Once, I found myself almost unable to stand up from the pleasure. Another time, when my dad was massaging that area, I
suddenly realized...?

Dad's situation wasn't much better. When I scrubbed his magnificent little brother, he would let out
a low, guttural sound from the back of his head—yes, that was male pleasure. Sometimes we would lather each other with soap and then naturally hug
each other, caressing one another.

During this time, several times I saw an incomprehensible look flash in Dad's eyes, a mixture of pain,
fear , and confusion. I think you've never seen it, no, you could never see that
look of someone struggling against a demon.

That day, like any other, we ate Dad's cooking, watched the evening news, and I took
our clothes and told Dad to take a bath.

However, you absolutely cannot imagine that a chance encounter would lead me through a difficult period.

As we were showering at the same time, I slipped. I grabbed Dad's hand but fell to the ground, my face
pressed against his erect penis. At the same time, a strange desire arose within me from this close proximity to his manhood
. In a completely natural moment, Dad thrust his hips forward and it slid into my mouth.

I instinctively began to suck, and Dad's hips swayed back and forth. He took deep breaths and let out
low moans of desire. I only felt a tingling heat in my lower body, and my left hand involuntarily rubbed my already well-
lubricated vulva. Warm water continued to spray from the tap onto our bodies. I felt my desire
rising with my body temperature, and my body tensing up. I don't know how much time passed, but then a wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over me from
my lower body . My fingers quickened their pace, and my sucking became faster and more forceful.

Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of ecstasy spread from my clitoris, and my body inexplicably convulsed, my mouth uttering sounds
I had never heard before. Tears streamed down my face for no apparent reason. I felt so happy,
so why were I crying?

I couldn't believe such joy existed in the world. Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid
fill my mouth. Dad's penis rhythmically throbbed inside, being pushed deep into my throat.

After a while, Dad pulled his penis out of my mouth. For some reason, I
slowly swallowed what was in my mouth. Dad looked down at me; I think he saw my tears but didn't notice my
satisfied , ecstatic expression. At that moment, I saw shame, self-reproach, and regret on his face.

He picked up his clothes and left, leaving me bewildered.

That night, I saw through the crack in the door that Dad was holding a picture of my deceased mother, sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing.

It was the first time I'd seen Dad cry since Mom's death, and it broke my heart.

From then on, Dad deliberately kept his distance from me. We didn't shower together every day. He said I was grown up
and didn't need to shower together anymore. I was confused because when Mom was alive, we always showered together.
Mom has grown up too.

What's worse, we hardly ever talked. The only conversations we had were the unavoidable ones. He
even opened a bank account for me to withdraw money, avoiding contact between us. He installed a phone and a TV for me,
all to prevent us from having any contact in our daily lives.

I was extremely sad, but I knew he loved me and cared about me. I could tell from how well he
arranged . Later, when I deliberately rebelled and became bad, I could see his
heartache and love in his eyes. So sometimes I would deliberately do wrong things to earn those looks and his fatherly love.

But I couldn't bear this father-daughter relationship. I love him! I've always said I'd marry him when I grew up.
Why does society view this relationship as worse than that of animals? Animals don't have any concept of ethics, yet
humans impose it and expect everyone to abide by it. Why?

If it's for eugenics, I can get sterilized; if it's for my reputation, I can remain unmarried, keep my marriage private, and
forever be my father's obedient daughter until he dies.

But all of this is made distant by my father's indifference. Sometimes I hate his indecisiveness, hate that he
can't love me properly.

So, starting in my third year of junior high, I began to escape this pain in another way. I rebelled, and I ignored
my father , even though I loved him from the bottom of my heart.

My temper worsened, my studies depended on my mood, and I skipped classes, etc. I went from being a model student with excellent grades
and a well-behaved girl to a rebellious and withdrawn student, and my grades fluctuated. Fortunately, in the first and second years...
My strong foundation allowed me to barely pass the entrance exam and get into the girls' high school named after the local area (my first choice).

In high school, my emotions became even more unstable, especially after my father started seeing Ya-Chi. Ya-Chi often
came to our house and chatted and laughed with my father, which made me extremely upset. I even started smoking and skipping classes.

Shortly after entering my second year of high school, I skipped class one day at noon and went home. I found my father's car still there, seemingly at home. I
was used to opening the door myself without telling my father. I quietly unlocked the door and entered, only to find another pair of
women's shoes . I quietly approached my father's bedroom. The door wasn't closed tightly. My father, of course, didn't expect me to come back. I saw
the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed, passionately kissing.

I guessed they must have used their lunch break to rush back from their nearby workplace to do this.
Seeing this made me furious, and I cursed the two of them in my heart. How could they treat me like this? Although
angry , I still watched their progress intently. I saw Dad kissing Yaqi repeatedly and slowly removing
the buttons from her loose clothes. Aunt Yaqi seemed shy, but in the end, Dad stripped her
naked. Only then did I see that a devilish figure was hidden under the loose clothes. Yaqi's
figure was so good; her fair, round buttocks and perky breasts were every man's dream.

Dad made Yaqi lie down, burying his head between her legs to taste her sweet nectar, while his hands grasped one
breast in each hand and kept fiddling with her nipples.

Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, her eyes were slightly closed, and she often let out intoxicating moans. Although I
was angry also felt inexplicably excited, imagining myself as Yaqi, letting my father invade me at will. I didn't realize that my lower body
was gradually becoming itchy, and I couldn't help but gently rub it with my hand, only to find that it was already overflowing. Since my father's attitude changed, I
hadn't thought about this kind of thing, but now, being stimulated like this, I found it extremely difficult to bear.

At this moment, my father stood up and asked Yaqi to take his erect penis into her
mouth , spitting it out and sucking it in again, sometimes quickly circling the glans with her tongue, her right hand stroking it, and her left hand also
gently caressing her testicles. This scene reminded me of when I performed oral sex on my father, and my lust
intensified.

"Give it to me, Yaqi," my father said.

Yaqi spat out his penis and said, "But I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." Later I learned that they had been secretly meeting for a long time, but I
had , and Yaqi was a virgin.

Dad laid her down on the bed and placed a pillow under Yaqi's buttocks, making her genitals clearly
visible . Dad kissed her beautiful peach-like vulva to fully lubricate it before raising his erect penis and rubbing it against
her vulva. Yaqi swayed her head from side to side and said, "It's so hot down there, it feels so good!"

Seeing that the time was right, Dad aimed at her secret opening and thrust hard. A soft cry was heard as his penis disappeared into her plump
labia .

Dad, who hadn't enjoyed the tight and warm vagina for so long, couldn't help but want to thrust wildly, but
the gentle Dad held back and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

Dad stopped moving, his hands continuing to caress her and his mouth continuing to kiss her.

"You can try moving," Yaqi said, her desire rising, and Dad slowly began to move
. I could clearly see some clear fluid and red streaks of blood flowing from their point of union.
Each 's thrusts felt powerful, like they were hitting my heart.

Unconsciously, I quickened my fingers' movements in sync with Dad's increasingly rapid rhythm. Our tongues were still intertwined,
and we held each other tightly. Yaqi's legs were tightly clamped around Dad's swaying waist, and her hands gripped his back. I could clearly
see the scratches on Dad's back. Although it was just a simple movement, it contained endless
passion , including mine, of course.

After two or three hundred thrusts, Yaqi's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and her moans, which had been deliberately suppressed, became spontaneous and captivating
. I thought she was reaching her climax because she began to let out hysterical moans, her entire
body tensing as she gripped Dad's body, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Dad also thrust with all his might. At that moment
, I was also about to reach my climax, but then Dad suddenly called out, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Oh! Xiaowei!" and simultaneously ejaculated
all his semen into Yaqi's uterus.

Dad's calls interrupted my climax because "Xiaowei" was my name. I was jolted
awake, thinking he had seen me, but no, there was no sign that Dad had discovered my peeping.

Ya-qi clearly heard those words. After regaining her senses from the climax, she tenderly licked her father's penis
clean while asking, "Who did you call just now?"

She clearly knew that Xiao-wei was my name. I anxiously awaited her answer.

"Ya-qi, I can't lie to you. I just called my daughter's name. I've always loved this daughter deeply,
just like I loved my deceased wife. Over the years, I've deliberately hidden my feelings, hoping to give her
the space to grow up normally. Unexpectedly, I lost control of my emotions just now and called out the name I call out in my heart every day. I
know you may not be able to accept it, but I can't lie to you. I'm sorry, I might be a pervert." Hearing
this, I was already moved to tears.

"Don't say that. I know how you feel. I have the same feelings for my deceased father.
I always thought he was the best man in the world, which is why I've never had a boyfriend. Until I
met you, your personality and temperament are just like my father's, I was instantly
captivated . I can accept you loving your daughter, as long as you don't mind me. I also want to spend my life with you, who is like my father
." Ya-qi cried as she spoke, and she cried even louder at the last sentence.

At this moment, I finally couldn't help but sob as well. The love and desire buried deep in my heart for many years all erupted at once.
Dad heard the sound and shouted, "Xiao-wei? Is that you? Xiao-wei!"

Dad casually threw on a small blanket and came out. He saw me sitting in front of the bedroom door crying, and Ya-qi followed me out.

His voice trembled as he cupped my face and said, "You heard everything? I'm sorry, Daddy..."

I kissed him to stop him from continuing. After a while, I finally said, "I love you, silly
Daddy ."

I looked at Ya-Chi, who was standing to the side, feeling both touched and disappointed, and said to her, "Ya-Chi, can you accept us?"

"I love you all!" she said. I went to hug Ya-Chi and kissed her. I felt like we were a family
.

To me, she replaced part of my mother; to my father, I was the embodiment of my mother.

That night, the three of us took a bath together. My father kept caressing me, my sensitive breasts, my tender
vulva, while I sucked his penis, just like that other day.

Sometimes Ya-Chi would share one with me, and sometimes she would lick my vulva. I felt so good, I couldn't tell
if it was bathwater or vaginal fluid. After drying off, we weren't dressed. Ya-Chi took my hand, kissed my
forehead and said, "Tonight belongs to you." I didn't quite understand what she meant. Then she gave me a birth control pill and told me to take it.
I knew that moment was coming.

Dad was already waiting in the bedroom. Yaqi led me into the bedroom and, in front of Dad, caressed my firm
breasts and round, perky buttocks, saying, "They're unbelievably beautiful! Even I'm drooling!" Dad
must have felt the same way, because he was swallowing hard.

"Go on!" Yaqi gently patted my white, tender bottom, and I nestled into Dad's arms, enjoying his
embrace and caresses. Every touch touched the depths of my soul, awakening
ancient desires that have existed since the dawn of humanity. Every kiss made my heart flutter, and my desire surged.

The nectar of love had already gathered into droplets, and I thought it might drip down. My worries were unnecessary.
Dad gently carried me to the bed, stuck out his tongue and licked the nectar into his mouth. His tongue kept licking up and down my
vulva , sometimes focusing his fire on that protruding clitoris. The nectar kept gushing out. I
gripped the sheets with both hands, my eyes slightly closed, swaying from side to side because I couldn't bear the pleasure. But in order to crave more pleasure, my
slender waist kept swaying slightly. Sister Yaqi found a gap and kept sucking on Dad's fully erect penis,
as if preparing for the next episode.

Dad seemed ready. Yaqi then gently caressed my breasts, while Dad first grasped his magnificent penis and
rubbed it against my clitoris. I finally understood what Yaqi had said during the day: "So hot, so comfortable!"

I couldn't say it aloud, I could only express it with the most primal sounds, "Mmm... mmm..." I
heard incredibly lewd sounds coming from my mouth, so soft and seductive.

Originally, I was worried that Dad's penis was too big and would hurt me, but now I hoped it would go in quickly,
fully occupy me, fill me, and thrust into me forcefully. Dad didn't do that; he tormented me even more patiently.
Tortured? Yes, I didn't use the wrong word. I think those with experience will naturally understand my situation.

Just as I was experiencing this sweet torment, I suddenly felt a tearing sensation, and I involuntarily cried out, "Ah!"
Dad gently asked, "My little Wei, does it hurt?"

"No! I love Daddy, it doesn't hurt!"

Dad knew I was just being stubborn, so he immediately kissed me gently, and occasionally breathed into my ear while saying, "
Little Wei, Daddy loves you!"

I felt my ears were so itchy and comfortable, and my heart was so sweet; the pain had mostly subsided. At the same time, Sister Yaqi
was gently licking the place where Daddy and I were joined. This sight excited me so much that I pushed Daddy's waist away with my hand and
then pulled him back. Daddy understood and started moving with me. At first, it still hurt, but it was mixed with an unbearable
numbness and itchiness, so it was hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure.

Soon, I heard myself moaning: "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...Dad...Wei
loves you so much...mmm..."

The pain had vanished, replaced by a strange, pleasurable sensation spreading from my vagina.
Sister Yaqi, in sync with Dad's thrusts, continuously rubbed my clitoris with one hand while her other hand ecstatically massaged her own
vagina. I felt so itchy and pleasurable, like being bitten by a mosquito—the more you scratch, the itchier and more
pleasurable it becomes, until the skin breaks and hurts, yet you can't stop. But sex is different; there's an orgasm.

I was so lucky to experience the most beautiful sensation of my life on my first time having sex. My whole body trembled
rhythmically , one hand involuntarily gripping the sheets tightly, the other hand tightly holding Ya-qi's hand, my legs tightly clamping around Dad's
waist. I wanted to scream but couldn't, the words stuck in my throat. At that moment, Dad held me tightly and increased the speed of his thrusts.

Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed deep into my vagina, and I felt so warm. My mind
went blank my whole body went limp. "Ah..." I let out a deep, satisfied moan that was stuck in my throat. When I came to my senses,
Dad was lying on his side next to me, stroking my breasts and looking at me affectionately. Ya-qi was lying on my other side,
asking me if I was satisfied.

I smiled and nodded. I felt so happy at that moment, and as the pleasure slowly subsided, I drifted off to sleep contentedly.

In the morning, around five o'clock, I was awakened by the shaking of the bed and soft moans. It turned out that Dad and Sister Yaqi were enjoying themselves. I
thought it was my turn to serve them. I leaned in and kissed my father, and with one hand, I imitated Sister Yaqi's actions,
constantly rubbing her clitoris. Soon she reached orgasm, but Dad hadn't ejaculated yet. So Dad lifted my buttocks,
making me stick my buttocks up high and lower my head, so that my beautiful little hole was fully exposed.

Dad first gently sucked with his mouth, teasing her with his tongue. Finally, he
rubbed her vagina, stirring it with a clear, wet sound. Suddenly, without warning, "
plop..." he thrust into her juicy vagina from behind. At first, it hurt because she had just been deflowered yesterday, but
then came an indescribable pleasure.

Ya-qi had already recovered from her orgasm and lay down next to me in the same position as me,
our two vaginas pressed tightly together, waiting to share my dear father. As Dad thrust into me, he
poked , and we smiled at each other with satisfaction.

Suddenly, Dad pulled out his huge penis and put it into Yaqi's vagina. I immediately felt empty
and a little angry, like a child who had been deprived of their favorite toy. Fortunately, Dad's fingers
immediately filled in, but they were not as warm and comfortable as his penis.

Soon after, I saw that Sister Yaqi was getting more and more comfortable, her mouth wide open, constantly moaning "Oh... Oh..."

which made me very envious. Suddenly, a feeling of fullness filled my vagina again. "Ah...
So comfortable... Dad..."

At this moment, I saw Sister Yaqi's disappointed and helpless expression after losing Dad's big penis. I smiled at her with joy and
satisfaction . This cycle of ecstasy and disappointment repeated several times. Finally, Yaqi
reached her climax first and collapsed softly on the edge of the bed. Dad was now focused on penetrating me, his hands tightly gripping my buttocks
. With each thrust, he made me move forward a little, and my breasts and buttocks vibrated like waves
.

At that moment, I felt a tightness in my anus. It turned out that Dad had inserted his thumb. Although I felt embarrassed,
I gave everything to Dad. In addition, both holes were stretched in this way, and I unconsciously tightened my anus,
making the friction more thorough and comfortable. The slight urge to defecate had an indescribable pleasure. Dad's thrusting speed kept
increasing, and finally we reached orgasm at the same time, and he sent his sperm deep into my uterus.

Then we cleaned each other's love juices with our tongues. Ya-qi sucked on my vagina,
licking away every last drop of white semen that flowed out, prolonging my orgasm. I, in turn, licked Dad's penis
with , while Dad gently licked Ya-qi's vagina. At this point, we formed a triangle.
We often played this game afterward, and even had orgasms because of it. If you have the chance to try it, you'll know
how wonderful it is.

After breakfast, Dad took a day off and took me to school to explain why I skipped class the day before. Dad made up a good excuse and
promised I wouldn't do it again.

From then on, I was a good student again, a well-behaved child, at the top of my class, loved by teachers and classmates. Later, I
was admitted to a national university with Taiwan in its name. Although my future was bright, I only passed the civil service exam and
was transferred back to my father's unit after a year away from home. The three of us worked and lived together.

My father and Ya-Chi got married because she was pregnant. Based on the principle of eugenics, I didn't plan to have children
or get married, but I lived a blissful life with my father and stepmother. Later, I
treated my father's child as my own. He was like my younger brother. He was handsome and married young to a beautiful woman. The couple joined our
loving family.

Returning home was the happiest time for our family. There were few visitors in the countryside, and after dinner, we were all
naked. Apart from swimming with full bellies, we did whatever we wanted and pleased each other. Friends, can you appreciate
the sweetness of that most primal call? I'm not advocating incest; what I want to make clear is that sex should be pleasurable and
without boundaries, shouldn't it?

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