Sweet Incest

I lit a cigarette, trying to calm myself down.

My father and Xiaoying hadn't actually had sex; it was more like leg-to-leg contact.

Knowing the truth, I felt a mix of disappointment and relief, and I was also

touched that Xiaoying had remained chaste for me at the last moment.

Regardless, last night Xiaoying and my father had made a significant breakthrough; they both knew about their

desires for each other. My plan had unintentionally taken a big step forward, and was developing in a positive direction.

It could satisfy Xiaoying's sexual desires, preventing her from cheating on me; and it could also satisfy my father's sexual desires,

ensuring his happiness in his later years after losing his lover.

As Xiaoying said, as long as they kept it from me, everything they did

was beneficial for the family, at least more beneficial than harmful.

I didn't feel any resentment towards Xiaoying and my father for keeping it from me; perhaps Xiaoying's

concealment was also a "white lie"? After finishing my cigarette, I continued watching the video.

After showering, Xiaoying went to the bedroom and stared blankly at the bedsheets stained with semen, a scene of passionate intimacy.

After a while, she found a new sheet in the closet and slowly

changed the one soaked with their fluids.

Xiaoying's movements were slow, her fingers trembling slightly. During the process, I noticed some

drops of fluid dripping from her face, which was partially obscured by her hair.

After the climax, her clear mind made Xiaoying realize that she had been controlled by desire and had done something

wrong to me, even though she had ultimately preserved her innocence.

But the guilt and self-reproach she felt made her cry silently.

Tears continued to drip onto the old sheet; what should have

taken only a few minutes to change took Xiaoying a full ten minutes.

After changing the sheet, Xiaoying pulled out tissues and sat on the edge of the bed, crying uncontrollably.

Her shoulders trembled slightly with each sob.

Watching Xiaoying's heartbreak in the video, my heart also ached.

Was what I did right or wrong? I stroked the screen, trying to wipe away Xiaoying's tears,

but it was all in vain.

After crying for a while, Xiaoying's red and swollen eyes looked at our wedding photo on the bedside table.

Xiaoying slowly stood up, one hand holding a tissue to her mouth as she sobbed, the other lovingly stroking my image in

the photo , her eyes filled with guilt, self-reproach, deep affection, and love.

Seeing this, I began to worry. Would Xiaoying be unable to get over her grief and do something drastic? If

something truly unfortunate happened to Xiaoying, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Xiaoying continued to cry, stroking my photo, but I, in the photo, could not wipe away her

tears.

Perhaps exhausted from crying, Xiaoying slowly lay down on the new sheets, turning to face

the other side of the bed, stroking the other half where I used to sleep at home.

Xiaoying quietly stroked the spot where I used to lie, a happy smile on her tear-stained face. I

knew she must be missing me terribly at that moment.

Lost in her deep love and longing for me, Xiaoying slowly drifted off to sleep, tears still on her face. Even

in her sleep, she sobbed softly in her dreams. Seeing Xiaoying like this, my heart suddenly ached,

and I desperately wanted to get up and rush home to comfort my wounded wife.

In the bedroom, my father tossed and turned in bed, his eyes tightly closed, occasionally letting out heavy sighs

. Sometimes he would sit up, bury his face in his knees, and furiously clutch his white hair,

his expression filled with pain.

That night was anything but peaceful. I paused the recording at the moment Xiaoying woke up in the morning.

After getting up, Xiaoying was still in low spirits, following her usual routine of washing up and putting on makeup.

After finishing all this, Xiaoying picked up her phone, seemingly searching for something. But after finding

what , Xiaoying hesitated, biting her lower lip and staring blankly at the phone screen, her finger hovering over the green call button

, unable to press it.

I knew she was going to call me, but she hesitated.

After hesitating for a long time, Xiaoying put down her phone, covering her face with her hands. It was clear she hadn't

recovered from the pain of the previous night.

Finally, Xiaoying took a deep breath, put her phone in her bag, and left the bedroom. As she put on her shoes at the door,

her gaze drifted towards her father's bedroom.

Her gaze held a mixture of avoidance, inner turmoil, struggle, and confusion, seemingly tinged with a hidden infatuation—a

complex look, one that could never truly understand.

Finally, Xiaoying went to work.

Her father, who usually greeted Xiaoying and looked after his grandson every morning, didn't

leave . He had brought Hao Hao into the bedroom sometime

during the day. Perhaps he couldn't face Xiaoying, his daughter-in-law.

Inside the bedroom, her father wasn't asleep; he was holding Hao Hao, his eyes fixed on his door.

His gaze was filled with self-reproach, longing, avoidance, and urgency, as if he wanted to see Xiaoying through the door.

Hearing Xiaoying leave, her father sighed in relief, slowly got up, and walked out of the bedroom, his

back now even more unsteady.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, Xiaoying would normally be home by 5 PM. But I stopped the clock at

5 PM, and Xiaoying still wasn't home.

I wondered if she had gone somewhere else.

My father , kept glancing at the clock on the wall, seemingly wondering why Xiaoying hadn't come yet.

Time ticked by, and when the clock struck 5:04, the sound of

a key .

Sitting at the computer, and in the video, my father sitting in the living room, both turned their gazes toward the door that was about to

open .

Suddenly, my father's body trembled slightly, showing great tension.

The door opened, and Xiaoying, wearing a bright green dress, slowly walked in. Upon seeing her,

my father abruptly turned his head away, pretending to look at his grandson and gently patting him, though his trembling

shoulders and hands betrayed his nervousness.

After entering, Xiaoying lowered her head to take off her high-heeled sandals, without ever looking up at

my father.

Neither of them seemed to know how to face the other. After removing her sandals, Xiaoying placed her bag

on the shoe cabinet, glanced briefly at my father out of the corner of her eye, and then hurried to her bedroom. Perhaps she was particularly afraid of

being alone with my father in the living room. I believe that at that moment, my father was also closely watching Xiaoying's

every move .

Usually, Xiaoying would greet my father upon entering, and he would pick up Hao Hao to greet her, but

today they were unusually calm, as if neither dared to speak the first word to the other.

As Xiaoying reached the bedroom door, she suddenly stopped. She placed her hand on the doorknob and took a few

shallow breaths.

"Dad, after Hao Hao falls asleep, make me some noodles with soybean paste. I'm so tired today, I won't cook. It's been so long since

I've had your noodles with soybean paste,"

Xiaoying said softly to her father after calming herself. Her words were calm, just

like always.

However, as she spoke, Xiaoying's face remained turned towards the door, not looking at her father.

After saying this, Xiaoying went into the room, her speed almost like she was running away.

Hearing Xiaoying speak, her father quickly turned to look at her.

After hearing her words, he stared at the closed bedroom door after she had gone in, stunned for a moment

, then revealed a relieved smile—a smile filled with relief, relaxation, happiness, and comfort.

He quickly put Hao Hao in the crib and ran to the kitchen to make Xiaoying's favorite noodles with soybean paste.

Father knew that Xiaoying's words meant she didn't dislike him, her father-in-law, because of what happened last night.

She still treated him the same as before. Those simple words represented a hint of "

reconciliation"

and affirmation.

At that moment, Father felt happiness.

In the bedroom, Xiaoying leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, her face slightly flushed, revealing her nervousness

.

She had just broken the silence and spoken to Father; it had taken a great deal of courage.

Now, hearing the sounds of Father busily cooking in the kitchen, a hint of relaxation

and
After calming her tense heart, Xiaoying, leaning against the wall, inadvertently saw

the wedding photo on the bedside table again.

Xiaoying quietly looked at our wedding photo, so engrossed, until her eyes gradually welled up with

tears . She slowly walked to the wedding photo and gently stroked it.

Perhaps seeing the object brought back memories, Xiaoying picked up her phone, took a few deep breaths to calm herself

, and slowly dialed my number. Then came that unusual phone call.

Seeing this, I finally understood the source of Xiaoying's strange tone and crying when she called me tonight.

I believe that whenever she thinks of me, her guilt is rekindled, especially when she sees the photo

of me and hears my voice.

"Xiaoying, dinner's ready."

Just as Xiaoying was talking to me on the phone, my father suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing her father come in, Xiaoying panicked and quickly hung up the phone.

When I was talking to Xiaoying, I was wondering why

she suddenly hung up after I kissed her on the phone and wanted to say something more. It turns out her father interrupted her.

Perhaps because I blew her a kiss through the phone, I didn't hear

the door opening and my father's voice on the other end.

Now that I understand, the whole truth is clear.

After quickly hanging up, Xiaoying turned around, gently wiped her tears, and then

left the bedroom with her father.

Upon entering the living room, Xiaoying and her father quietly ate their noodles with soybean paste, neither speaking to each other,

only the slurping

sounds of their eating filling the air. Occasionally, her father would glance at Xiaoying, seemingly hesitant to speak.

"Xiaoying, I'm so sorry about last night. I was drunk and did something wrong.

Don't it to heart, just

think of it as a dream. I won't do it again," her father said softly, putting down his chopsticks after a while.

"Dad, what's wrong? I'm not blaming you. Didn't we talk about it last night? Don't overthink it. Actually,

Jincheng and I have neglected your feelings before. We didn't know your life would be so hard after Grandma passed away. I

'm not blaming you. I can still help you if you need it,"

Xiaoying said, flustered by her father's words. After a moment of hesitation, she also put down her chopsticks and gently

tried to comfort her father.

"I thought about it for a long time today. Before a terrible mistake is made, there's still time. And just now, when I went to

your bedroom to call you for dinner, I saw you crying. It really hurt me. I don't want you to get hurt,

really."

My father suddenly spoke with deep sadness, his expression filled with even more pain and guilt. It seemed that

seeing Xiaoying cry had inadvertently brought him back to his senses. He thought of me, of

this family, and decided to abandon what happened last night, to go back to how things were before.

Hearing this, I suddenly felt tense sitting at the computer.

"No, please! That would mean we'd be back to square one, and all my efforts would have been in vain. "

"Okay, Dad, I'll do whatever you say as long as it feels good. Just tell me if you need anything else later, okay?

Don't do that anymore, it's bad for your health."

Hearing her father's heartfelt words, Xiaoying's eyes flashed with disappointment, but she also

affirmed his decision, after all, she also felt sorry for me.

For the two of them now, it was a choice between two equally desirable but mutually exclusive options.

Oh no, things are starting to turn around! No, I have to strike while the iron is hot, I can't let things go back to square one,

I have to think of another way.

After dinner, the two got up to clear the table.

But while washing the dishes, Xiaoying and her father were vying to do it, and in the process, their hands inadvertently

touched again.

When their hands touched, both of them trembled simultaneously, looked at each other, and suddenly fell

silent .

After a while, as Xiaoying's face gradually flushed with embarrassment, her father was the first to release her hand. He hesitated for a moment, then

clasped his hands tightly, seemingly still savoring the wonderful feel of Xiaoying's delicate hands.

"Alright, you go wash them. I'll go check on Haohao,"

her father said, turning and going to the living room to watch TV and soothe Haohao.

Xiaoying also recovered and hurriedly went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes, Xiaoying didn't go to the bedroom as usual, but stayed in the living room,

sitting next to her father and watching TV together. They occasionally discussed the plot of the show,

laughing and joking. The previous barriers between them had disappeared.

However, neither of them noticed that their tone and language were different from before

; there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity in their conversations. Occasionally, when her father teased her, Xiaoying would playfully punch him with her small fist

.

Through last night's events, their relationship had grown closer than before; these invisible changes were gradually

taking place between them.

Everything was different now.

Seeing this, I felt things hadn't gotten too bad; at least the gains were quite substantial. If I

continued to push things along, there was a possibility of a turnaround.

After all, things had already begun, and things couldn't go back to the way they were before.

Although Xiaoying and her father were both trying to avoid the incident, it had already happened,

taken root in their hearts. Even if they tried to avoid it, they could never go back to the way things were, because Pandora's

box had been opened, and unexpected things often happened unexpectedly.

When it was time for bed, the two greeted each other and went to their respective bedrooms.

Their expressions were very natural as they spoke, but after parting, neither

of them noticed a hint of lingering resentment in their eyes.

Xiaoying went to her bedroom first.

After lying in bed for a while, Xiaoying seemed unable to sleep, so she got out of bed and turned on her computer. This time, she didn't

browse those pages, but instead opened the forum again. After briefly looking around, Xiaoying

began writing in her journal.

Seeing this, I believe Xiaoying will pour out her heart about what happened last night and just now online.

Xiaoying was still writing slowly, her expression a mixture of guilt, confusion, self-reproach, happiness, and satisfaction.

Sitting in front of the computer, I checked the time; it was already past midnight. I smiled bitterly; I'd

unknowingly watched for so long.

I turned off the recording and turned on the home security camera. I saw that Xiaoying and her father were already in

bed.

Although they were both lying in bed, they tossed and turned, seemingly not

fully recovered from last night's events. For them, tonight would likely be another sleepless night.

The security camera continued to play, but the two remained quietly in bed. It seemed

there wouldn't be any progress tonight, especially since they'd already discussed it openly at the dinner table.

Sigh, I lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

Although Xiaoying and her father had both felt desire for each other, I and my family were their biggest obstacles

, preventing them from taking that step. Although I was anxious and disappointed, wasn't this just human nature?

If the two of them really disregarded everything and had sex right now, I would inevitably be disappointed in

Xiaoying and her father. Knowing them as I do, they are both rational and family-oriented people; the time isn't

right yet, and things won't suffice.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered the blog post Xiaoying had just written on the monitor. There must be

something ; perhaps I could find a breakthrough in her new post.

After confirming again on the live monitor that Xiaoying had turned off her computer, I went to the forum and opened Xiaoying

's account.

Pink—Xiaoying's nickname hadn't been changed.

I didn't care about anything else; I went straight to Xiaoying's profile page, found the blog post

, and eagerly clicked on it
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