Daughter Jiao 11~20 (adult novel adapted from anime)

Chapter 11

"Dad, my sister's military training is about to end, right?" The son, who is over one meter tall, looks very energetic. Since he and his daughter had that affair, she rarely paid attention to him.

"Probably four or five days." He said it uncertainly, but he actually remembered it very clearly.

In order to hide my feelings, I stroked his head and said lovingly. To be honest, in terms of the degree of love, it is of course your own son. In rural areas, traditional concepts are quite strong. He is the only child in the family, and you expect him to carry on the family line. As for a daughter, she will belong to someone else sooner or later. This is the main reason why parents desperately ask for a dowry when marrying off a daughter. In fact, it is to compensate for the years of upbringing and hard work. If that incident hadn't happened at my wife's instigation, I don't know what my feelings towards my daughter would be like.

"Mom, are you feeling well these days?" He looked at me a little dependently. For some reason, my son became close to me, which made me feel that he had grown up.

"You're feeling better now. Don't think too much. Just study hard." Looking at my son's tender face and remembering that I had already deflowered my daughter at this age, I felt sad and a sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

My wife's health is getting worse and worse. Her frail body seems unable to withstand the hardships of life. Her sallow face always looks haggard and sickly. Perhaps this is the characteristic of a woman without a uterus.

"Do you miss your sister?" I blurted out suddenly, and I was shocked. I didn't know whether I was saying it to my son or to myself.

"Yeah." My son's obedience made me feel jealous.

It has been eleven days, and these nights are always spent in longing for my wife. Although my wife is very considerate, I always feel empty and bored emotionally. Surprisingly, my wife never mentions our daughter in front of me, for fear that it would make me sad. I know this woman has always been humble to me.

Without my daughter at night, the house seems particularly empty and I feel particularly lonely. Although my wife is very considerate, I still feel a little irritated.

The Dragon Boat Festival is tomorrow. My wife is making rice dumplings in the house, and my son is helping his mother after school. My wife never asks me to do these things.

"Mom, isn't my sister coming back for the Dragon Boat Festival?" The son held the rice dumplings leaves in his hand and watched his wife scooping rice into another bundle.

"What? Do you miss your sister too?" The wife raised her head with a smile, took the bundle from her son's hand, and tied the two bundles together with a thread.

The son blinked his big eyes and said, "Mom, let me wrap it for you."

"Mom should do it. If you tie it up badly, the rice will leak out later."

The son squatted aside, waiting for his wife to finish wrapping the bundle. "If my sister doesn't come back, we won't be able to eat zongzi anymore."

It seems that my son still has feelings for his daughter. After all, the relationship between siblings is deep, and it is psychologically easier for me, as a father, to be close to her. Although I also miss my daughter, in a sense it is just the torment of sexual desire.

"Let your dad take it tomorrow." She looked out the door and said meaningfully, "It's been more than ten days."

Before dawn the next day, my wife started to get busy. Every family was planting mugwort and willow leaves, and the fragrance of rice dumplings lingered in the village. I rode my bicycle, carrying several bundles of rice dumplings prepared by my wife, and rushed to school early, full of hope.

Along the way, I imagined various occasions of meeting my daughter, and I felt excited.

The school is located outside the town. It is very large, with blue brick and red tile school buildings hidden among the lush green trees. It looks like a safe place, but I can't feel at peace at this moment.

The old man at the gate asked a few questions, pointed to the student dormitory at the back, and said, "Their class may be doing exercises."

I responded and went to the girls' dormitory, parked the car, and went to the playground under the guidance of the security guard.

The playground was something I had never seen before. It was rectangular and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of black stuff, which did not look shiny.

I learned from the security guard that the class had just begun. Although I was eager to see my daughter, there was nothing I could do. I had to lie on the wall beside the playground and look inside. I saw a long line of people stretching their arms and bending over. A teacher was shouting something on the side, and then the line was dispersed.

After searching everywhere, I finally saw my daughter's shadow.

The loose clothes made my daughter look thin, and the uniform clothes almost hid all the signs of her femininity, but my daughter's short hair still made me feel close to her.

"Everyone do twenty push-ups." This time I heard the teacher's shout.

Then all the boys and girls lay prone on the ground.

I saw my daughter half-kneeling at first, then straightening her legs, doing it with great effort, one move at a time. She was not doing it very well, as her chest always touched the ground first, and then her upper body stood up. Sure enough, the teacher walked up to her.

"Tingting, straighten your body, like this." He first lay down swiftly and did a few moves, looking at his daughter while doing it, and then stood up and asked his daughter to do it.

My daughter did the first one well, but then she went back to her previous movements. The teacher then walked over and stepped on her shoulder.

"Okay, let's do it."

Due to the pressure from the front, her body was more consistent at this time.

"Just like that, do it again."

My daughter is having a hard time.

"Take a rest first." The teacher reached out and helped her up, and his hand seemed to touch her chest unintentionally.

A wave of jealousy surged in my heart, and I cursed unconsciously in my heart, "Old rascal!"

"Didn't you go look for it?" Just when I was feeling unhappy, a hand was placed on my shoulder, which startled me. When I turned around, I saw the enthusiastic security guard smiling at me in a friendly manner.

"It's still early for them to finish class. I'll help you call them."

Before I knew what to say, he had already walked out.

I watched him talk to the teacher for a few words, then pointed at me. The teacher looked in the direction he pointed, then turned back and called my daughter, "Your father is here, go ahead."

My daughter ran over in small steps under the gaze of her classmates.

"You're here, Dad." Her face was a little tanned and she was a little shy when she saw me.

"Your mother asked me to send you some rice dumplings." I didn't know what to say. After a few days, we seemed like strangers.

"Oh, you go first. I need the key." After seeing the man, the daughter skipped back. Maybe she didn't want to go with me, or maybe there was some barrier in her heart. Alas, my daughter has changed. I think.

Standing at the door of the girls' dormitory, I looked inside. I saw a long row of bunk beds with neatly folded quilts. Although simple, it looked quite pleasing to the eye. I wondered where my daughter slept.

"Dad, have you eaten?" the daughter asked as she opened the door.

"Oh, I've eaten it. I didn't bring you much, just a few eggs." I followed her into the house.

The air in the room was a little turbid, but also had a hint of fragrance. Girls always put on all kinds of lotions where they lived.

"Sit down, Dad." Being alone with me, my daughter looked a little shy.

"Is this your bed?" I took out the rice dumplings while glancing at the familiar bedding. It was under this quilt that my daughter and I spent countless ecstatic nights.

"Yeah." The daughter blushed when she said this, and it seemed that she had also thought about those things.

"Eat an egg first." I knocked it on the edge of the bed, peeled it clean and handed it to her.

My daughter didn't dare to look at me. She took it and broke it in half, "You eat this half."

I pushed it away and said, "I ate at home, you should eat it. I'm a little tired from the military training these days, so I'll eat it to replenish my body."

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either." This time, my daughter stared at me boldly with watery eyes.

I couldn't control myself for a moment. This woman was really exciting.

"Okay." I knew I couldn't persuade her, so I grabbed her hand and wanted to take it. But my daughter handed it to me directly and put it to my mouth, and I opened my mouth subconsciously.

While chewing, he reached out and took out another one. "Eat this egg too."

After hearing this, Tingting's ears turned red for some reason.

"Bad dad, always saying dirty things."

It suddenly dawned on me what a jerk I was to say such things to my daughter! But when I think about it, it’s really nothing. If my daughter and I didn’t have this kind of ambiguity, what father and daughter would think of these things? But no matter what I say, I still have to apologize to my daughter.

"I'm sorry! Dad didn't mean that."

My daughter hesitated for a moment and glanced at me sideways.

I suddenly understood what my daughter was thinking, and for a moment there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

My daughter and I chewed quietly without saying anything. He watched his daughter swallow it, and then he handed it to her attentively. When his daughter opened her mouth, he let her hold it without hesitation.

The daughter, who had the egg in her mouth, took it out with her hand and said, "Do you want to suffocate me to death?" and threw a coquettish glance at me.

"Dad, the teacher said that parents are required to sign after the military training. Fortunately, you are here."

"Sign? Sign what?"

"It's this table." The daughter fished it out from under her bed.

"Oh." After taking a look, he remembered that he had nothing with him, so he asked his daughter.

"Give me your pen."

The daughter lowered her head and said nothing.

"Silly girl, didn't you bring it? Give your pen to daddy." I motioned to my daughter to get it, but she sat there motionless.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her puzzledly, but found that my daughter seemed a little emotional, as if something was touching her heart. I looked at my daughter anxiously.

"Dad..." She suddenly leaned over shyly and fell into my arms.

"My daughter is yours!"

"What do you want to give me?" I suddenly realized from my confusion that my daughter had developed feelings for me after not seeing her for a few days. The expected scene made me hug my daughter, but this was in her dormitory. Could I do that?

"My dear daughter, Dad knows you love me, but they..."

"There is still one class left, so I asked for leave." My daughter said in a mosquito-like voice.

Psychologically afraid but also lustfully expectant, he was torn between his own conscience and his own desires in this quiet dormitory. If someone discovered that he and his daughter were doing such a dirty thing, wouldn't that ruin her life?

In order to ease the atmosphere and adjust my mentality, I gently said to her, "Give me the pen first, and Dad will sign it for you."

"Yes. It's in my pocket, you can take it yourself." My daughter said to me coquettishly, snuggling in my arms without moving.

I carefully took out the pen that retained my daughter's body heat and signed my name on it.

"Okay." He looked at his daughter with a smile and hugged her in his arms.

Hugging each other silently, the father and daughter snuggled up to each other, sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying each other's warmth.

After a long time, my daughter moved and said softly, "Dad, eat that egg too." She raised her head slightly and looked at me. Touching her lips, I broke off half and handed it to her.

My daughter took it in her mouth with a smile, and suddenly broke free from my embrace and sat on my legs.

"I'll give you half."

Before I knew it, she put her mouth towards me.

Unable to play dumb any longer, my daughter tried directly to put the other half into my mouth with her mouth.

My heart couldn't be sweeter. I was flattered and took it in my mouth. I suddenly hugged her head and kissed her madly.

"Dad..." He called out half of the sentence unclearly and then blocked it back.

Mouth to mouth, they were looking for the most suitable position, from the closest touching of the lips to crossing them, and then to deep penetration, from soft whispering to murmured calling each other's names.

They broke away, looked at each other eagerly, and kissed deeply again.

"Give me that egg." My daughter looked at me jokingly and said.

"Good girl." The mumbling in the dream made me understand the hidden meaning of my daughter's words. I imagined the lewd scene of my daughter sucking on it, and I eagerly hoped that she would take action.

"Dad..." my daughter whispered against my lips.

"Then give me the pen first." I said and started moving.

"Aren't you done using it?" the daughter chuckled.

"Silly girl, can you ever finish your pen? Just like daddy's eggs, you can never finish them."

My daughter fell into my arms shyly, and hammers rained down on me, "Bad dad."

Looking at his own biological daughter, he quietly reached over and touched the high place between her thighs, "Is Dad a bad guy?"

My daughter nestled in my arms and her legs twitched slightly. "Bad." He twisted his body naturally.

"Bad boy, you still love me?" The small slit was obviously sunken, and the fingertips pressed gently, trying to get in.

"The worse you are, the more I love you." The daughter said with her eyes lowered, her long eyebrows fluttering.

"Then Daddy will always be mean to you in the future." I leaned over, unbuttoned my daughter's buttons with one hand, put my own daughter's nipple in my mouth, and the big hand placed between my daughter's legs sawed back and forth on her. My daughter put her little hands on my neck, clung to me, and responded to me warmly. Gradually, we both became a little out of breath.

He asked knowingly, "Do you have any more of that?"

My daughter couldn't think of anything to say, but she still responded, "What?"

"You're having your period." I said in a sticky tone.

"It's long gone," she said, her breath getting heavier. "Mom said women's period only lasts for a few days. You just had your period that day."

"Then daddy can fuck you today." I said with great desire.

My daughter was probably shy and not used to this word, so she just took the initiative to kiss me.

My hands became more and more rough, and the touch turned into tearing. My daughter began to twist her body gradually. My mouth arched over her snow-white chest and slowly crawled towards her breasts. They were pointed, firm and elastic. Finally, I occupied the nipple and held it in my mouth, imitating the movements of a baby, letting the nipple move in my mouth.

My daughter's private parts tempted me, and her moans stimulated me, making me no longer care whether I was in her dormitory or not. My hands became even more dishonest, because in this secret world, I could ignore the existence of others, ignore what others said, and crawl on my own daughter as I pleased. I untied the woman's belt with ease. Her youthful body was firm and moist, emitting vitality and charm under my hands. A strand of messy pubic hair was sparsely covered on the raised mons pubis, which was plump and bony. As the fingers crawled gently, I suddenly felt cliffs and cracks, which were moist and juicy, with a faint gurgling stream flowing.

"Dad..." My daughter's soft cry and the large curling of her legs made my desire to crawl suddenly clear.

He stroked his daughter's nipple and put his hand directly into it.

"Tingting, do you miss me? Do you miss your daddy?" I wanted to confirm my daughter's feelings.

"I do." The daughter groaned and squeezed her legs together.

"What are you thinking?" He played with his daughter's outline and rubbed her long fleshy tongue.

"Everyone, everyone is dreaming."

"Dreaming about being with dad...?"

"Well, use your hands when you wake up... Woo..." Directly stimulating the clitoris brings out the daughter's whimpers.

"You mean you used your hands...?"

"Ah! Daddy." When I heard my daughter masturbating thinking about me at night, I pinched her clitoris.

"Ring...Ring..." The bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang, and my nervous heart suddenly recovered. Ridiculous! He actually played with his own daughter in her dormitory. A hint of fear and sweetness spread from my heart.

Daughter Chapter 12

Thinking back to the time when my daughter was lazily helped up by me and her limp body, a strand of hair covering her face, her cheeks flushed, and the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside the door, my daughter and I looked at each other and hurriedly sorted out our clothes. Although we were reluctant to part with her, we also had some reservations.

"Dad, are you just leaving?" When the daughter was fixing her hair, she had the charm of a mature woman.

"Dad, let's go." His tone was a little reluctant.

"Don't go. You still have a class to go to. Accompany me to dinner." My daughter said tenderly, and my heart was pounding.

"Is this okay? Your mother is still waiting for me at home."

After hearing what I said, my daughter looked at me with a somewhat resentful look, which softened my heart.

"Then Dad won't leave for now." Seeing his daughter walking unnaturally, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

My daughter walked a few steps, turned back and smiled coquettishly, "It's all because of you." She walked out with her mouth digging, her hands constantly pulling her pants out from her crotch. I knew that my daughter must be wet. Oh... this damn ringing rings every now and then, but it rang just when I was about to have sex with my daughter.

"Tingting!"

"Well..." The daughter paused.

"Are you all wet?" he asked teasingly, his inner struggle obvious.

"No!" Unexpectedly, the daughter said this.

"Then come here, I'll try."

"No!" He said this but stood still.

I walked over tactfully, knowing full well that women are petty and my daughter is the same even at her young age. I looked outside the door, still worried that someone might come at this time. He hugged her gently again and touched her with a playful smile.

"Oh, no, Dad..."

"No? What is this? It's all wet." He touched his daughter's bottom through her pants, and a layer of wet stains appeared through her panties.

"Hateful!" The daughter was embarrassed after her secret was exposed. But he couldn't hide his joy.

He leaned gently against his daughter's body, his hand lingering there reluctantly.

“Tingting,” “Hmm…?”

"Is it a waste?"

"Dad..." the daughter protested in shame and anger.

"You're still being stubborn. How could you be so wet if you weren't being naughty?" I was a little shameless in front of my daughter.

"Dad... why do you say that about your daughter?" The daughter looked unhappy.

I looked at her face lovingly, "Okay, it's not that you're being naughty, it's that you miss your daddy, okay?"

"I don't want to do that," the daughter said stubbornly.

"If you don't miss dad, then who do you miss?" I greedily stroked her wet groove.

"I won't tell you!" The daughter was shy and blinking her eyes, which was very touching.

"I know it even if you don't tell me." He pressed it in through his pants and felt the wetness there. "My Tingting misses a man. She knows she misses a man."

"Nonsense! I'm not going to follow you. I'm going to class." My daughter gently pushed me away and left the dormitory as if she was escaping.

I recalled my daughter's words over and over again, slowly savored her every frown and smile, and my heart was filled with countless happiness. I actually flirted with my own daughter again and again.

Standing at the school gate, I saw that it was already noon. In the countryside, people still keep the habit of observing time by the sun. I guessed that my daughter would soon finish class. After walking around for a few laps, I had already spotted a relatively hidden small restaurant. I went in and chatted with the boss, feeling nervous, afraid that he would see something. Standing at the counter, he had already glanced sideways and chosen the room at the end of the corridor, even designing the seats for him and his daughter. When I walked out, I looked around unconsciously, as if I felt a lot more relaxed. In my mind, I imagined over and over again how to start with my daughter, whether to hold hands first, or just hug and kiss her; there were so many people around, and she might be discovered. Otherwise, I just lock the door as soon as I go in, but what about the waiter serving the food? Then eat first, and when the food is served, lock the door, then look at your daughter and persuade her to eat, then kiss her and touch her bun. When your daughter is ready, come over. If there is no one around, hold her on your lap and touch her clam meat. At this time, people might come one after another, and you might see crowds of people on the window glass, and you might see people's shadows inside the stained glass. It is definitely not possible to do that. You can go to the wheat fields in the wild, but the wheat is half a person's height and can't block much. If you stand half-way, you will definitely be discovered; if you lie on the ground, it may be possible, but the ordinary wheat fields are too close to the roadside and you can't go there. If they are too far away, there will not be enough time. My heart was in turmoil and I unknowingly walked back to the school gate.

The old man at the gate saw me walking back and forth, and came up to me with a smile, "Waiting for my daughter."

"Oh." I was so nervous that I almost bumped into him. I looked up and saw it was the old man. I hurriedly agreed. I didn't want him to see me, but I couldn't avoid it in the end. There was no way because the school gate was bare.

"Did my daughter get to eat it?" the old man said enviously.

"Oh, she ate it." This sentence made me nervous again. My daughter ate my eggs in the dormitory, but I ate my daughter's meat dumplings.

"Then you still..." the old man asked inquiringly.

"Oh, her mother asked me to buy her some clothes, but I don't know how to buy them, so I wanted to wait until she gets out of school before going together." I answered him perfunctorily.

"That's right." The old man knew that what I said was the truth. How could an old man buy clothes for his daughter?

Looking at the old man's honest appearance, I suddenly felt a little ashamed.

"Are you always a boy or a girl?" I blurted out while thinking about it.

"Two girls, the older one went to work in the south, and the younger one is studying for a master's degree."

"Do they come to see you often?"

"He doesn't come often, but he is very filial and often sends me money." The old man looked very happy.

well! He was so happy just to receive some money. If he knew the relationship between me and my daughter, he would be jealous to death.

Just as I was about to ask another question, I suddenly heard my daughter's voice. "Dad..." Seeing the old man talking to me, she suddenly blushed and lowered her head and said, "The teacher said that the Education Bureau will come to inspect in the afternoon, and we need to clean up at noon."

My heart felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over it, and all my eagerness disappeared in an instant.

"Then, then..." He stuttered and was about to ask another question. My daughter had already run a long way away. Perhaps because of the presence of the security guard, I was embarrassed to say too much. Looking at my daughter's back, I felt infinite loneliness and disappointment in my heart.

"Your daughter is so pretty!" The old man's eyes followed his daughter's back the whole time. When he saw me turn around, he grinned and said, "She's just a little shy."

I smiled awkwardly.

"Go buy it for her when you get back. You made this trip for nothing."

The old man is quite sensitive to pain and heat, so it’s just a waste of time. I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so I just said hello to him and rode away.

Daughter Chapter 13

I returned home in a daze and left the car aside. My wife heard the noise and came out quickly, "Are you back?" She handed me a towel and said, "Wipe your face quickly." Seeing that I looked unhappy, she smiled and asked, "Didn't you see your daughter?"

"I saw it." He answered unhappily, and went into the house without taking the towel.

"What's wrong? Did your daughter make you angry? We haven't seen each other for a few days, and we haven't even had time to kiss each other." My wife giggled, and when she saw that I still didn't say anything, she pulled me and said, "You didn't kiss her?"

Looking at my wife's humble look, I knew that she had been trying to match my daughter and me, and I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings, so I said, "There are so many people, how can I..." I wanted to say it but held back. In fact, this was not the reason. If it weren't for that damn Education Bureau, perhaps I would have been able to have a good time with my daughter in the restaurant. Of course I can't tell this to my wife.

"That's right." The wife said embarrassedly, "Come back soon, don't hold back your anger."

I lay there for the whole morning, feeling upset. In the afternoon, my wife suddenly came in with tears in her eyes and sat beside me sobbing.

"What's wrong?" For once in a rare moment, I gently put my arm around my wife's shoulders, thinking that she had been doing this for me.

"Her, her uncle had a car accident."

"What did you say?" He turned over and stood up, looking straight at his wife.

The wife raised her head and said carefully, "My sister-in-law sent a message saying that her uncle was hit by a car yesterday and is in the hospital."

"When did you know?" I got out of bed anxiously and my wife quickly took the shoes.

"morning."

"You, why did you say it just now?" He glared at her fiercely.

The wife stammered, "You seem to be in a bad mood."

Hi! This silly woman. After all, he is my brother-in-law. It doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or a day later.

"How is it?" Looking at my sister's tired face, I didn't know what to feel. My brother-in-law was lying on the hospital bed with his legs wrapped in gauze.

"It's nothing. The doctor said that my left leg is fractured and I need to rest for half a year." I could vaguely see traces of tears on my sister's face.

Standing behind my sister, I felt really bad. If I had come in the morning, maybe I could have helped. "You didn't sleep well last night?"

"Well, he was in a lot of pain last night and has just fallen asleep." My sister wanted to stand up to pour me some water, but I held her shoulders. "Let your sister-in-law come." When my wife came, she was buying fruits at the stall at the gate of the yard. I was anxious to see my sister, so I didn't wait for her. Just then I stepped through the door.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." The wife put down the fruit and picked up the kettle swiftly. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." My sister seemed to feel relieved when she saw her relatives.

"I just found out about it this afternoon, and I wasn't able to help. You've been working so hard on your own."

"Hey, when I first came, I was at a loss and left everything to the doctor. Now that I have calmed down and everything has been handled, I remembered to send you a message." The two women met and started chatting because they had no worries.

My brother-in-law is resting now and we can't talk, so I had to go to the doctor to find out what's going on.

When I came back, I heard my aunt and sister-in-law talking in low voices.

"You didn't slap anyone else, did you?" the wife asked her sister.

"Who knows now?" My sister's worry was evident in her words.

"Hey, don't let anything else happen." The wife obviously meant something.

The two were silent for a while, and the younger sister suddenly asked in a low voice, "Are you and your brother still doing that?"

The wife remained silent for a while before she said, "I don't have that anymore, and I don't have that wish anymore. Your brother..."

The girl is an experienced person, so she obviously understands it.

"Oh, your brother has suffered."

"Then he..." The sister hesitated to speak, it was inappropriate to talk about her brother's sexual affairs with her sister-in-law.

"Sometimes he thinks about it too much," my wife lowered her head. Although she was embarrassed, she could only say, "My place is dry, so..." My wife stopped here. I felt like something was hanging in my heart, afraid that my wife would tell others about what happened with our daughter.

The girl listened and knew there must be something else going on, so she didn't ask any further questions.

"I had no choice but to give him oral sex." My face turned red.

"You said...?" My sister looked at my sister-in-law in surprise. From her expression, I could tell that she had never done such a thing before.

"My sister-in-law is here." The brother-in-law woke up at this time, saw the two people in front of the bed, and asked weakly.

"Oh, does it still hurt?" the aunt and sister-in-law asked almost in unison.

"Much better, but my sister-in-law is still worried about me."

"What are you talking about? We are all family. Your brother is here too. He was here just now." My wife was looking around for me.

When I heard my brother-in-law woke up, I hurried in.

"How does it feel?" I grabbed his hand to show my manly care.

"Okay, I just got some broken bones. I'll be fine after lying down for a while." That's the man's character after all.

"Don't move." Seeing that her brother-in-law wanted to sit up, she quickly stopped him. "Just take care of yourself quietly for a while and don't think about anything else. Your sister-in-law and I will take care of the family matters." I comforted him.

"I'm bound to get you into trouble." My brother-in-law has always been polite to me.

"Brother-in-law, you sound like an outsider." The wife stood up. "Her brother stay here and talk to her brother-in-law and sister. I'll go to the market and kill a chicken."

"Okay, then go ahead." This time the sister was not polite. The brother-in-law just looked at her gratefully and let her go.

Daughter Chapter 14

In the evening, my wife cooked chicken soup and brought it over. My sister fed me with a spoon. The two chatted intimately for a long time. Seeing that it was getting late, my sister urged me, "Brother, you should go back. We have a nephew at home."

The wife packed up and said, "Your brother should stay here with you tonight. Your brother-in-law can't be alone. I will go back and take care of your nephew."

"Yeah, don't push it anymore." I said, "It just so happens that there's no one else in this ward, so we can take turns sleeping on this bed at night."

The hospital is a small one. Although it doesn't have many beds, there are not many inpatients either. The room where my brother-in-law is staying has two beds, and one of them is empty because no one is staying there.

"Okay then." My sister no longer refused.

The weather in early May was already a bit hot, but fortunately there was breeze blowing in at night, making it a little cooler. My brother-in-law, who had finished six bottles of intravenous drip, felt a little tired. After the three of us talked for a while, he began to snore.

"It's okay, you should take a rest too." I advised my sister with concern. She probably didn't sleep all night last night.

"I'm fine, you go to sleep first, bro."

"I'm not sleepy." It was my first time in such an environment and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Then I'll go over and wipe my body first." The girl had been busy for two days and her body smelled a little sour.

"I'll get you a pot of hot water." He stood up, picked up the pot and went out. There were people walking around in the yard, and there were people crying quietly under the trees in the corners of the walls, probably because their relatives had met with misfortune. Seeing all this, I sighed and lamented. Life is so cruel sometimes. A healthy person disappears in an instant. If my brother-in-law had not been rescued in time, he would have died under the car.

When I came back after fetching water, the girl was lying on the edge of the bed. "Go ahead." I pushed her.

My sister has had a very hard life in recent years. She even gave birth to several children but failed to keep them. The couple quarreled about this for a long time. Fortunately, it was not my sister's fault, and the couple got over it. Now they are discussing having another child. Looking at my brother-in-law's haggard and sallow face, my nose felt a little sour.

"You should go wash up too." When the girl came in, she walked very quietly. When I turned around, our eyes met.

"Yeah." Looking at a strand of wet hair covering her face, a feeling of tenderness welled up in his heart. He turned his face away unconsciously, but he couldn't forget his sister's thin face in his heart.

I dried myself with a towel and when I came back, my sister had already made the bed.

"You should sleep with me. There's nothing to do right now. Besides, if there's something, I won't hear it."

What my sister said made a lot of sense. Seeing her expectant look, I couldn’t bear to refuse her. Besides, she would feel bad if I didn't go.

"Just make do with it." She rolled up a piece of clothing into a tube, used it as a pillow, and handed it to me.

The first time I slept in the same bed with my sister, I suddenly felt very embarrassed and my expression became unnatural.

My sister probably realized it too and walked over to close the door.

Looking at my sister sitting at the head of the bed, I always felt that the two of them were like a couple.

"I heard from my sister-in-law..." the younger sister suddenly said at this time. Thinking of what the aunt and sister-in-law said in the afternoon, she felt very uncomfortable.

"It's nothing. It's here now." I said lightly, trying to act normal.

"Don't make yourself miserable." The girl sighed, "You'll hurt yourself if you hold it in."

"I know." I was touched by the girl's caring look, "You and him...?" What I was thinking came out naturally.

"It's nothing for us. He doesn't take it lightly." The girl said this and lowered her head.

Looking at the girl's big blinking eyes, I suddenly felt an impulse in my heart, an urge to protect her. "Girl." He grabbed her hand.

There was no intention of pulling back. "Turn off the lights," the girl said softly.

I raised my hand, found the switch, and for some reason, I turned it off with a click.

"Brother." The girl snuggled in my arms and cried.

I put my arms around her shoulders and let her cry.

"Brother knows you are suffering." I comforted her.

The girl wiped her tears and her shaking shoulders calmed down. "No matter how hard my life is, it's not as hard as my brother's. Even though my sister-in-law is like that, you still take care of this family."

"What are you talking about, silly girl." I understood what my sister meant, but she had no idea that her sister-in-law had already sacrificed a lot. She even pushed her daughter into my arms. But could I tell this to my sister? What will she think of me if she finds out? If a father takes possession of his own daughter, am I still a human being?

"Brother, I know you're feeling miserable. If you really can't bear it, just find another one." She leaned on my shoulder, her shoulders still twitching.

"It's not that easy to find one. Brother is used to it." I touched her thin shoulders. "Brother is just worried about you." My sister looked up at me naturally, her big eyes blinking, just like a hairy peach.

"Brother, I'm a woman. I don't take that kind of thing very seriously, unlike you men." Hearing his sister say this, he understood what she was thinking and held her shoulders tightly.

"My dear sister, I know you love your brother, but your sister-in-law is really good to me, and I can't bear to leave her." The brother and sister curled up at the head of the bed and hugged each other tightly.

"Brother..." The girl looked at me with tears in her eyes.

Unable to contain his love for the girl any longer, he grasped her shoulders with both hands and pressed them against his chest, a touch of tenderness seemed to spread into her chest.

"Girl."

"elder brother……"

They kissed naturally, mouth to mouth. Touching each other gently, whispering, their love for each other merged into each other's bodies. Heads pressed against heads, chests fitting perfectly, feeling everything about each other. There are no scruples or doubts, it is a completely natural fusion of body and mind.

The girl climbed onto my neck with both hands, and I hugged her back, reaching into her mouth from the corner of her mouth, sucking and wrapping her with my four lips.

"Brother." My sister's pussy suddenly bulged and she pressed closer to me.

My hands had slid to her back, and two straps were clearly protruding from her shirt-covered back. I knew they were the straps women use to hold up their bra cups. My hand groped there, then stopped, and my mouth searched even more frantically. The girl was a little breathless, but I managed to hold her in my mouth.

She almost collapsed and let me hold her. I held the straps tightly and pulled them up and down several times. Desire surged in my heart again and again, but I forced myself to suppress it.

“Brother…Brother…” There was a pleading light in the eyes in the darkness, and a strand of hair covered his forehead, making him look even more difficult to control.

This is my own sister, can I just do this with her? But the girl was clearly struggling, and her hands involuntarily climbed up to my neck again. Her chest was pushing towards me, getting closer and closer. I couldn't help but hold her head up and said, "Good sister, your brother will go to hell." She didn't answer, but just moved towards me with all her breath. This scene inflated my desire, and my lower body stood up high. I deliberately stabbed her between her legs.

"Cough..." The girl's breathing was heavy and rapid. Her bright lips opened again and her nostrils opened and closed like a mule or horse. I knew that the woman was aroused. I didn't expect that my own sister would treat me like this.

When I held her mouth, I had no more scruples and directly unbuttoned the belt. "Sister, brother..." He didn't say anything else. With another round of mouth-to-mouth kissing, I tremblingly felt my sister's increasingly full breasts from one side of her chest. This thing that didn't belong to me felt particularly exciting to touch.

She tore off the bra strap that was in the way and moved her hands up step by step. The girl then moved her posture, adjusted her position, and climbed up the mountain smoothly while trembling.

"Brother." She gasped heavily and asked me to go deeper. Dear sister, dear sister, I pinched the huge nipple with two fingers. I didn’t expect that the sister’s nipples were bigger than my wife and daughter’s.

"Ah..." The girl suddenly couldn't help screaming, and I was so scared that I quickly put my mouth into hers. The girl also realized her loss of composure, and the two of us maintained that position in the dark for only a while, and then entangled with each other again.

The only sound in the silent ward was the heavy breathing of the two people.

After touching those two fat, white breasts enough, my desire rose again. My previous moral concepts had been thrown out of the window. Looking at my brother-in-law who was snoring heavily on the hospital bed, my courage grew. My experience with my daughter has freed me from any scruples about incest. How can a man who has possessed his own daughter still care about having sex with his own sister?

Besides, the girl was already a broken woman, and thinking of the man who had rolled on her body countless times, she felt jealous all over.

His hands deftly unbuckled his sister's belt and penetrated her private parts without hesitation.

"This is my sister's pussy." His mind only lingered on the hairy area for a moment and then slid down quickly.

There is a plump vagina between the two thighs, and the woman's forbidden area, which has been watered countless times, looks even fatter and fuller.

He grabbed it fully and thrust it in. It was wet and full of juice. At this time, my sister had collapsed, and in the darkness, I could only see her bright eyes filled with shyness.

Having raped my daughter and molested my younger sister, I felt a sense of joy at having possessed someone else's property. I grabbed my sister's hand and pulled it to my erection. My sister grabbed it curiously and rubbed it skillfully but timidly. I know that in her heart she still can't let go of the fact that I am her brother.

"Sister," I called sweetly, grabbed her hand and unzipped my pants, "touch your brother." This time, the sister touched my cock shyly and nakedly. After just one touch, he withdrew his hand, and then grabbed it with surprise and joy.

"Let me touch yours too." I touched her directly from her buttocks, feeling her long labia.

He pressed his forehead against hers, looked into her eyes, and caressed each other's genitals, feeling the infinite love between brother and sister.

"Your cunt," before she even finished her words, the girl's expression showed a hint of reluctance and anticipation.

"It's so soft." After saying that, I thrust my penis into her vagina. Just as I was feeling her large size and comparing it with my wife's thinness and my daughter's tightness, a sound suddenly came from the other side of the bed.

"Xiulan, Xiulan." The hands that were exploring suddenly stopped.

My sister Xiulan hurriedly pushed me away, tidied her messy hair, and quickly responded, "Hey...", trying hard to sound like she was sleeping.

"Brother..., turn on the light." He pulled up his pants, got out of bed and fumbled to put on his shoes.

He stuffed the still slightly hard cock into his pants and turned on the switch without taking time to tidy it up.

Xiulan had half of her butt sitting on the head of her brother-in-law's bed, touching his forehead.

Daughter Chapter 15

"Do you want to pee?" Xiulan asked softly.

"Brother hasn't gone home yet?" My brother-in-law felt a little embarrassed when he saw me.

"Brother, I'm thinking about you." Xiulan helped him up.

I quickly walked over and grabbed my brother-in-law's shoulders, and just happened to touch my sister's hand who was supporting my brother-in-law's shoulders. We both pulled back as if we had been electrocuted, and then let go.

Xiulan probably felt the slime on my hands, and her face suddenly turned red as if covered with red cloth. When I took it from my sister, my hands were still covered with mucus, and I didn't have time to wipe it off before I came over. The two looked at each other and quickly retracted their gaze.

"Brother, hold on, I'll get him the chamber pot." Xiulan said naturally.

But the brother-in-law felt very uncomfortable. He felt psychologically awkward having his wife hold him while he urinated in front of his brother-in-law.

"Or..." said my brother-in-law aggrievedly.

"What are you afraid of? There's no outsider here." Xiulan said as she lowered her head and put the chamber pot between her brother-in-law's legs.

I watched my sister naturally unbutton her loose pants and then reach out to take out the retracted penis. Somehow, I felt an erection down there.

My brother-in-law's penis is short and very black, and his scrotum is wrinkled and retracted into his crotch, looking shrunken.

This is the thing that goes in and out of my sister's body every night. "Xiu Lan." I muttered to myself and glanced at my sister. My sister happened to look up at me. We both avoided each other's gazes, but couldn't help looking at each other again.

The intermittent sounds tortured the brother and sister. When will Xiulan be able to hold my thing openly, or Tingting will be fine too? Thinking of this, his penis became erect and hard.

The girl regained her thoughts when she picked up the chamber pot. "Let me do it. You help him lie down."

"Let me go." My sister looked at me affectionately.

Xiulan was wearing a pair of loose cotton pants, the soft white texture showed off her fleshy body. Under the light, I suddenly noticed a water stain under Yuanyuan's big butt. My heart suddenly brightened. My prank had made my sister wet. Thinking of how I had wet my daughter on campus and how my sister was flooded in the hospital, the sense of conquest and possession was completely satisfied.

I helped my brother-in-law lie down and tucked in the sheets for him. He looked at me gratefully and said, "Have a good rest and don't think too much." I felt his heavy hand grabbing mine and holding it tightly, and I gave him a few more instructions with mixed feelings.

"Go to sleep. You'll have more strength after you've recovered."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the sick man, a trace of shame welled up in my heart. Should I stop? Just like that, without any explanation, the relationship with my sister ended right after we started? Being unwilling to give in is not a man's style. Having experienced my daughter's sexual desire, I have very little ethical morals left, but the man in front of me really makes me have no intention of hurting him. But would that hurt the man? Even though my sister is his wife, she is indeed my biological sister. A man who has never had any relationship with her can play with her day and night, but as her brother, I can't even get her body? No! As long as my sister is willing, I will get everything of her tonight, including her heart, body and genitals.

Just thinking about this and listening to his snoring gradually getting louder, I finally felt relieved.

Xiulan came in quietly, glanced at me, and closed the door.

"Are you asleep?"

"Yeah." Watching her bend down and put the chamber pot under the bed, with her fat butt raised, the desire suddenly burned again.

"Brother, let's go to sleep too."

He gently pulled the girl over and held her in his arms. Xiulan lowered her head silently.

"I should make him something else tomorrow."

"Ask your sister-in-law to make him some pigeon soup so that he can heal his wounds."

As I said this, I couldn't help but look at my sister. Her gentleness made me make up my mind once again. I lifted her chin with my hand and made her look up at me. My sister's eyes were full of infinite tenderness. I kept looking at my sister until she felt a little shy and wanted to dodge. Then I lowered my head and reached my other hand into her collar.

"Brother, turn off the lights." She was afraid of being seen by her brother-in-law.

He raised one hand and impatiently slammed it shut. As she slipped back into her sister's arms, Xiulan hummed softly.

The nipples are big and plump, just like a ripe grape. He pinched the grain, rubbed it teasingly, and his sister's mouth came up actively, hooked her tongue, and kissed her.

"Xiu Lan." He held both nipples with one hand, "Your breasts are so big." He then rolled them up and squeezed them towards the middle. The thumb probes into the deep cleavage.

"Well, brother..." The sister kissed him impulsively and leaned into his arms.

"Let me see." He left his sister's mouth, lowered his head to look into her clothes, pulled out her snow-white breasts, and played with them greedily through the dim light. The breasts are plump and the nipples are large and full.

Xiulan lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at me.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Buzz..." Xiulan said shyly, "Brother, did your sister-in-law really use her mouth on you?"

I didn’t understand, but I thought my sister wanted me to use my mouth, hi! Really, women all like men to wrap their nipples like children, pull out one, hold it in their mouths, and suck it like a baby, with the huge nipple going in and out of the mouth, and the tip of the tongue constantly circling various positions of the nipple.

"Ah...ah..." Xiulan's thighs were already pressing on my legs, her chest was heaving violently, and her hands were groping me timidly and eagerly.

I grabbed her nipple with my teeth and pulled it upwards. Suddenly, the girl hugged my head with both hands, bit her lip and looked at me, "Brother - it hurts."

"Does it hurt?" After all, she was his own sister, and he felt pity for her. "Lie down."

I carried my sister to the bed, and we lay side by side at one end, hugging each other like a couple. I inserted my legs into my sister's thighs and rubbed that area gently.

My sister nestled in my arms like she did when she was a child. Now she put her hands on my chest and suddenly hugged me.

"Brother, I like you!"

"Silly sister, I like you too." I smacked her lips and added, "What brother doesn't like his sister?"

"No," "What's not? We are siblings from the same mother. How can we dislike each other?"

"It's not that kind of liking, it's love between a man and a woman." She felt a little unnatural when she said this, after all, she was confessing her illicit love to her own brother.

I felt ecstatic, thinking that I was really popular with women. I had just started an affair with my daughter, and then I heard my sister's admiration for me. It seemed that the accident with my brother-in-law had led to another affair in my life.

"When?" He hugged his sister in surprise and touched her butt with his big hands.

"Do you remember playing hide-and-seek when you were little?"

I really don't remember it, but my hand slid along her buttocks, through her loose clothes and pants, and grabbed and pinched her buttocks.

"We played the family game, Choudan and Pingping, but I wanted to play with you." Xiulan blushed when she said this, "In fact, I liked you very much in my heart at that time. We pretended to be the bride and groom, folded our veils, and entered the bridal chamber. But after you entered the bridal chamber, you just played by yourself. Pingping and Choudan went to the haystack with a lot of chatter. I was very angry and swore that I would not play with you anymore."

"How do you remember it so clearly?" Xiulan's wrinkled anus was opened and rubbed gently.

"Itchy!" My sister moaned softly and pulled her butt.

"Is it still itchy?" I kissed her on the mouth teasingly. My sister took the initiative to come forward and after a while, she said again.

"When I was very sad and my eyes were filled with tears, I heard Ping Ping's giggles. I secretly turned around and hid aside to watch. Brother, what do you think I saw?"

"kiss?"

Looking down absentmindedly, the tightly clamped buttocks hid the undulating vagina. Xiulan spread her legs to allow the big hand to enter deeper.

"Yeah. Choudan hugged Pingping and said that they had to kiss each other after entering the bridal chamber. Pingping blinked and said nothing. The two of them kissed each other affectionately."

"Hehe, those are just children's games, why do you take them seriously?" I pulled Xiulan's butt, motioning her to come closer. My sister crawled over to me, and I felt her wet vagina, "But you..." My sister complained a little.

"Weren't we brother and sister at that time?" Xiulan's legs were sometimes clamped together and sometimes opened as he pulled at his sister's vagina with two long fleshy tongues.

"Then we are not brother and sister now?" she said sadly.

"But didn't you tell me then?" I complained to my sister.

"Why didn't I tell you? I tried to pull you away, but you pulled me away. Then I sneaked over again and saw Choudan riding on Pingping."

"Really? Did they do that back then?" I stopped curiously.

Choudan inserted it with a red face, but Pingping was laughing and swaying her body.

"Not coming anymore." Pingping said.

Stinky Egg held her down and said, "Everyone does this after they have finished their wedding ceremony. Then they give birth to babies."

"What kind of child do we want?" Ping Ping asked, letting Chou Dan move in. "Of course we want a boy. A boy can be the head of the family."

"No, I want a girl." Ping Ping was unhappy. "Girls can do housework and love their mothers."

When I heard this, I suddenly missed you very much. Do you remember that day when it was very late and I kept rubbing against you and didn’t want to leave? Later, your parents scolded you and you were beaten.

"Oh, I remember that." The first time I remembered my mother slapped me, I ran into the inner room crying.

"At that time, I really wanted you to be like Choudan." Xiulan said this and snuggled her head in my arms.

I touched her hair and listened to a woman tell stories from the past for the first time.

"Silly sister, why didn't you tell me then?" He rubbed her pubic hair with his other hand. "If you had told me, maybe today wouldn't have happened."

"I'm scared." said my sister aggrievedly.

"What are you afraid of?" He pushed it in and felt his sister's tightening.

"I was afraid you would tell Mom."

"Are you not afraid that I will tell mom now?" He played with his sister's clitoris stimulatingly.

"Ah...Brother..." Xiulan climbed up at this time, "You can't tell him even if you want to." She showed a mischievous look for a moment, which made her look even more charming in his eyes.

"Haha, then you are seducing your brother." The younger sister has flooded the Golden Mountain again.

"Well, I'll seduce you, and I'll get you if I seduce you?"

"Silly girl." I stroked her clitoris quickly. Xiulan curled up her legs and then straightened them, and she hummed through her nose again.

"On the day you got married, I felt really bad. Do you remember that I didn't see you off on the day you got married?"

"Well, I felt wronged that day and swore never to see you again," said my sister.

"I just can't bear to see you being taken away by someone." Thinking back to that time, I don't know why I had that thought.

"Bad brother!" Xiulan suddenly reached into my crotch and grabbed me. "You know I couldn't sleep that night. I got up in the middle of the night and stood in front of your door for a long time. I wanted you to come out and go into the room with me. Brother, if you came out that night, I would have given it to you."

I hugged my sister tightly, listening to her story, and the desire in my heart surged like a tidal wave, "Sister, silly sister, why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me, today would not be like this."

“What would that be like?”

"It would be..." I guessed the most likely possibility.

"I will keep you and not let you get married."

"Is that possible? Bro...I'm your sister."

"How is it impossible? Aren't you my sister now?" I pushed deep into her to tell her that I was not playing with her.

"It's different now." My sister said quietly, "My parents are gone, and I'm married again."

"Silly boy, whether our parents are around or not, we can do it as long as you are willing... What a pity!" I said hatefully.

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that it wasn't me during your wedding night."

"Do you care?"

I sighed and stroked my sister's head, "Which man doesn't care? If you had just knocked on my door gently, I'm afraid it wouldn't be like this."

"Brother... stop talking. If you think I'm dirty, then..." The sister stopped talking.

"I don't think you're dirty, I just want to possess you all by myself, Xiulan, give yourself to me tonight."

"Brother, take it if you want. I've been waiting for this day."

"Dear sister." I hugged her and pressed her under me.

Chapter 16

Xiulan's pair of big breasts pressed softly against my chest. My hands were pulling at her clothes. Just as she was cooperating with me to pull her pants down below her buttocks, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Someone."

The two held their breath and listened carefully. There was another light knock on the door.

Xiulan hurriedly pushed me away, pulled up her pants, got out of bed, and looked a little flustered.

After tidying myself up a bit, I lay down with no interest. Damn it, my good times were ruined twice just when I was about to enter the port. Is it really that difficult to be with my sister?

"What's going on? Are you all asleep?" Xiulan turned on the light as she opened the door.

"I just went to bed." He tried to look sleepy.

"Oh, you've been tired all day, but the patient is still in a critical period. Take his temperature." When the nurse asked my sister for help, she glanced at me lying on the bed.

"Show it to me in five minutes." She said and left. Xiulan sat on the edge of the bed again. Her frightened heart seemed not to have calmed down yet. Her blushing face looks even more beautiful under the light.

"Did you put it on him?" I asked ambiguously.

"Hmm." My sister's voice was very low. Every time she lowered her head, I could see the snow-white outline of her breasts.

The clock was ticking very clearly, but those five difficult minutes were really frustrating. I looked at the clock again and again, hoping that it would be over soon.

"Is it okay?" I asked.

"Almost there." My sister looked at the watch and lowered her head. Through her front, I could see that her breasts were very full, forming a deep cleavage, which made me erect again.

"Okay." She was probably a little anxious, so she bent down and took it out from her brother-in-law's armpit. Her big round butt was facing me. I wanted to reach out but didn't dare, for fear that my sister would get angry. It was just a moment, and my sister got up to leave.

"Let me see." When Xiulan brought it over, she still bent over. The scene just now forced me to raise my upper body and once again see my sister's breasts hidden in her clothes. He took the thermometer handed to him with one hand and inserted the other hand directly into his sister's lapel.

"Brother..." My sister said coquettishly, and subconsciously turned her head to look at her brother-in-law lying on the hospital bed. This scene was too exciting. Holding the drooping breasts in my hands, I once again experienced what an affair was.

"Don't be afraid," he grabbed her breasts and pulled them forward, touching her deep cleavage.

"Let me take it over first, so they don't have to wait anxiously." My sister didn't want to leave either.

"Let them wait for a while." I looked at her lustfully.

"Bad brother, I used to think you were a gentleman." Xiulan leaned over and let me play with her.

"Brother is not a gentleman now?" He put down the hand holding the thermometer and touched between his sister's legs.

"Is it still like this..." She raised her hand shyly, trying to embarrass me, but I grabbed her soft and fluffy part.

"Shh..." A wave of passion quickly spread between her legs, and she shivered unconsciously.

"Your butt is so big!" I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts.

"How do you know?" My sister raised her hand and placed it on my leg. She looked at me with a teasing look in her eyes, wanting to touch me but not daring to.

"When you were lying under the bed just now, your butt was raised high." I swallowed my saliva, wanting very much to see my sister in that position with her naked butt once again.

"You hooligan, you only look at a woman's lower body." Xiulan suddenly said this, which shocked me for a moment. My sister, who has always been pure, is actually not so pure in the relationship between men and women. As Xiulan spoke, she leaned forward and reached out her hand to touch my crotch.

"Brother... do you miss your sister?" She held on, giggling, and in my eyes it looked like I was soliciting a prostitution.

"I do." I felt uncomfortable, but I blurted it out anyway.

Xiulan took it out of my pants awkwardly, and fiddled with it greedily with an extremely unnatural expression, then pinched the glans and fiddled with my foreskin. But I brushed over her bulging mons pubis and moved through her thick labia.

"That day my sister-in-law told me that she would give me a blowjob," she looked at me, wanting to get confirmation, and she exerted force with her hand as if to pinch me down. I suddenly understood what my sister said last time. It turned out that she had never forgotten the blowjob my wife gave me.

"Yeah." I agreed, looking at her mouth, "She's very dry there, and every time she uses her mouth for me..." As I said that, I poked my sister's pussy. Xiulan fiddled with it in her hands with her head lowered.

I reached all the way into her crotch and sawed back and forth between her wide labia, my hand rubbing her clitoris from time to time.

Xiulan held my cock in her hand and gently stroked it, and lowered her head even more. Just when she was almost close to me, I thrust my butt forward mischievously.

Her lips rubbed the cock, and Xiulan did not intend to dodge. Instead, she held it and touched it frequently.

"Do you like it?" She opened her mouth and her plump lips circled the cock.

"I like it. Your sister-in-law is working hard." Looking at his sister's bright red lips, he pushed them open with force. The moment the glans stretched open his sister's lips, it looked like the scene of inserting into her labia.

"Bad." The sister said coquettishly and opened her mouth to take it in. "Do you want me to do the same?" The hand that was pinching the penis turned into a full grasp.

"Do you like giving it to your brother?" I teased and squeezed between her teeth.

She touched my balls with both hands, opened her mouth, and I pushed harder, going straight into her throat.

"Ah..." Xiulan felt unexpectedly, perhaps she had never felt this way before. Her originally red face turned ashen, her cheeks were puffed up, and she couldn't breathe for a while.

Feeling her sister's oral sex, the desire in her heart surged in waves. The two of them slowly adapted to each other. Xiulan rubbed the ridges of the penis like chewing a taro, and licked the horse's mouth from time to time. I frequently spread my sister's huge labia and couldn't help but insert my fingers into her deep vagina.

Her two thighs opened and closed like a pair of scissors, accommodating my teasing.

"Knock, knock." The young nurse knocked on the door outside. "Are you ready?"

I was so panicked and frightened that I had never felt before. For a moment, I really regretted my actions. The moment he pulled his hand out from between his sister's legs, he saw Xiulan's face turn pale.

"What are you doing? You're not taking good care of the patient." The nurse said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't I tell you? Five minutes later." Before my sister could pull up her pants, the nurse walked in. "Look at you, you don't care about the patients at all." As she spoke, she gestured for the thermometer. Xiulan handed it over with a red face and didn't dare to say a word.

She took the thermometer, looked at it under the light, then turned around and tucked her brother-in-law's quilt, "Okay, it's okay." She took a few steps, turned back and reminded, "Don't sleep too deeply, take turns to rest." Her tone became gentler when she said this.

From the nurse's tone, I could tell that she didn't notice our dirty deeds, and I felt relieved. However, after these rounds of tossing and turning, the desires in my heart seem to have calmed down a lot. They sat in silence for a while, and when they saw that it was getting a little light in the sky, he put his arm around her. His sister didn't say anything, but just sat there without moving. The shock just now probably made her sober.

"Xiu Lan, come up."

Xiulan glanced at me and said, "It's almost dawn, brother...you should get some sleep."

"Come and sleep with me." I wanted to hug her gently.

"No." She broke free and tidied her messy hair.

"Brother wants to..." The desire aroused has made me a little lose my mind.

Xiulan sat there and thought for a while, then took my hand away and said, "I'll go get some food from home later, you can get some sleep first."

She said as she got out of bed.

"Good sister, it's still early." I leaned forward and put my arms around her waist.

"Be good and don't sleep all night." He got out of bed with a firm attitude.

I was filled with loss and resentment for a moment, and turned away angrily.

Chapter 17

My brother-in-law was out of danger, and the ward became lively. With the coming and going of relatives and friends, I had almost no chance to contact my sister. Although I often thought in my heart that there would be another chance for my sister and I to accomplish that thing, I felt lonely when I saw my sister busy inside and outside, with almost no chance to talk to her. In addition, when I saw my sister acting as if nothing had happened those days, I felt like there was a bunch of weeds in my heart, and I felt uncomfortable.

My wife cooked meals and brought them to me at home as usual, and I occasionally took turns staying with her, but soon there was another patient in the ward, and the remaining thoughts I had was cut off.

After staying there for a few more days in frustration, the wife suddenly put down her lunch box in anger and kept silent.

My sister and I were confused for a moment, but my sister was smart. She walked over and asked humbly, "What's wrong? Sister-in-law, are you tired these days?" She thought that my sister-in-law was angry because of her brother-in-law's burden, but she didn't know that my wife said to me, "Look at how well you raised your son."

The incoherent words made people feel confused. "What happened? Explain clearly."

My brother-in-law was also anxious, "Don't worry, talk slowly."

"Don't worry, they've already found the door." Another irrelevant sentence left the three of them confused.

I was so angry that I looked at her and started to scold her, "How come you are a grown-up, but you are talking nonsense? What's going on? Can you please explain it clearly?"

"How embarrassing." My wife turned her head and sat aside. I had never seen her so angry. She always went along with me before.

Xiulan was very nervous and didn't dare to look at me. Although I was angry, I didn't dare to ask too many questions after hearing what my wife said.

The room remained quiet for a while.

The patients in the clinic were all looking at us, so it was not easy to come over to persuade them. After a while, Xiulan thought that his wife might feel it was difficult to talk with outsiders present, so she persuaded Xiulan to the side, and the two women started chattering.

It turned out that the thirteen-year-old son was rumored to be dating a girl at school, which made the girl go home crying and refused to go to school. The head teacher found the son, but the son did not say a word and was kept by the teacher.

The girl's parents came home and scolded their wife for being shameless and teaching their son to date at such a young age. They said that we are shameless but their family has more dignity. No matter how the wife tried to persuade them to leave, they wouldn't leave. The neighbors gathered around to watch the fun. The wife was so angry that she locked the door and left with tears in her eyes.

I thought it was not a big deal and there was no need to be so angry, but I couldn't say it out loud, so I told my wife that I would go back and take a look.

Xiulan came over to me and said, "Brother...don't make trouble with others when you go back."

"I know." He ignored her out of spite. His sister probably sensed it, so she paused and followed him.

"Are you still angry?" He looked around to see that there was no one around and said in a low voice.

"What are you angry about?" I pretended not to know and continued walking as usual.

"I know you're mad about that day, but I..." I stopped and listened.

Xiulan cried softly. I panicked for a moment. I wanted to comfort her but couldn't. I just said softly, "Why are you crying? I didn't bully you."

She cried even harder when she heard this. I had no choice but to hold her shoulders and persuade her, "Okay, don't cry, I won't ask you for anything in the future." Looking at my sister's shoulders twitching, I tried to coax her with heartache, but Xiulan shook her shoulders and refused to accept me.

No longer caring whether there was anyone around, I gently put my arm around her shoulders and said tenderly, "What do you want me to do?"

"You've been bullying others and now you want to stop." Xiulan suddenly stopped crying and said this, which made her cold heart suddenly warm up. She happily hugged him tightly and almost kissed him.

"Silly girl, I haven't bullied you enough yet."

With a "puff", Xiulan laughed, broke away from me and ran away. Looking at her pretty figure, I was surrounded by sweetness and tenderness for a moment. Along the way, I imagined my sister's coquettish words and our intimate actions. The matter of my son had long been forgotten. I walked back home with light steps, the gate was open.

Before I could call out my son, I heard a long-lost voice that enchanted me.

"Dad, you're back." Daughter Tingting ran out of the house shyly.

A mixture of surprise, astonishment and confusion.

Surprise... the daughter I had been thinking about day and night had returned home; shock... the daughter I had calculated would be back in a day, how come she was here so suddenly; confusion... the daughter I had just made an appointment with my sister, and now she was here as promised.

How should I face both of them?

I looked back at the courtyard gate. The wooden door was half-open, leaving only a crack, which was completely unable to keep people out.

But he still opened his arms to welcome his daughter who was rushing towards him.

I hugged it tightly, embracing the entire youth.

"Why did you come back early?" All the thoughts and entanglements were suddenly focused on the little person in front of me.

"Why not welcome?" the daughter said playfully.

"Silly girl, it's too late to think about it." He touched his daughter's little mouth lovingly.

"Really?" I didn't expect that my daughter, who had been away for half a month, would know what was going on.

"Or, you can touch here and think of you every night." I gestured maliciously.

Tingting was unhappy and pouted, "Bad dad, I haven't been home for such a long time, and now I'm back..."

"Just what?" I glanced at the gate worriedly.

"Just being a hooligan. Hehe." As she said this, she actually laughed wantonly.

"Dad is a gangster. If dad was a gangster, he would have raped you in the dormitory." I picked her up by the waist viciously. "Tell dad quickly, why did you come back early?"

Tingting was a little breathless, "The teachers at school had to have a meeting, so they shortened the day."

"Oh, so you're not missing your dad." I put her down, "Is your brother back?"

"No." She suddenly waved her hands and said, "I mean my brother hasn't come back. Oh, you give me two questions at once, how can I answer them?" Her playful big eyes blinked.

"So you miss your dad?" I kept asking.

My daughter nodded solemnly and nestled in my arms, "I, I miss you every night." She even sounded a little tearful as she spoke.

She pressed her head tightly into my arms and caressed it.

"Tell Dad what you think."

"That's it...that's it..." Tingting described it, but after hesitating for a long time, she didn't make it clear, so she said angrily, "I won't tell you."

"Hehe." I changed from hugging her to touching her butt.

The summer wind blew in from the half-open courtyard door, and even the grass in the corner made a rustling sound. I looked around guiltily and gently told my daughter, "Come in." Tingting probably understood my request, her face blushed and she didn't say anything.

"You miss your dad, don't you? Then tell him what you think."

At this time, Tingting's face turned red. She rolled her eyes at me and muttered in a low voice, "Bad dad."

"Daddy is a bad guy? Come inside and show you how bad daddy is." He almost wanted to kiss his daughter, but was afraid of being seen in the open yard.

"Where's mom?" Tingting seemed a little worried. To be honest, I'm not afraid of her mother. It's my wife's matchmaking that has brought my daughter and I to where we are today. But what about my son? What should I do when he comes back later?

"Mom is in the hospital."

Tingting broke away from me and asked, "Mom is in the hospital?" Seeing her daughter so worried about her wife, I felt more love for her. After all, she is his own daughter, and that kind of love and care is touching.

"No, your uncle is in the hospital."

"Oh, what happened to him?"

The daughter calmed down and kept combing her hair with her hands.

"There was a car accident, it's nothing serious." I told her word by word, but I was still eager to enter our own world.

"Then...won't you go and take a look?" Tingting is really sensible now.

"No need, Dad just came back from there, and besides, your mom will stay there tonight." Speaking of staying together, my face suddenly turned red. This had never happened before. After all, I had an ambiguous relationship with two of my relatives. During those days, my longing for my daughter suddenly had a support. Struggling with my sister between love and desire all day and all night seemed to dilute my longing for my daughter. But when I saw my daughter again, I felt awkward.

Are men really like this, falling in love with every girl they meet?

"Tingting, do you like your aunt?"

Standing face to face with my daughter, I immediately wanted to ask this question. I didn’t want my daughter to be sad when she knew about the relationship between my sister and me.

"I like it!" the daughter said without hesitation. She has had feelings for her aunt since she was a child.

"What if your aunt likes something you like?"

"Haha, Dad is so stingy. Just give it to her." I was stunned. "If you like that thing very much, will you give it to her?" The daughter seemed to really think about it and nodded.

Silly girl! "What if it's Dad?" I blurted out in a hurry.

The daughter was startled, but then she smiled happily, "Dad is such a joker, can you take it away?"

"Daddy can't take it away, but..." I walked closer to her and said to her with difficulty, "But if Auntie also likes Daddy..."

"You mean you like it as much as I do?" she asked, twisting the buttons on her chest.

"Yeah." I held my daughter's shoulders and waited for her answer.

"Then I'll like it with my aunt."

"Really?" I looked at my daughter in surprise. I felt happy in my heart and looked at her pretty face happily. This little girl doesn't know how to be jealous, or is she just so ignorant?

"My dear girl!" Standing in front of the door, he hugged his girl lovingly and lowered his head on her chest. For the first time, he showed his manliness in her arms like a child. Some people say that a man will reveal his weak side only in front of the woman he loves.

"Tingting, do you really like your daddy?" Facing my biological daughter, I asked the questions that only lovers ask.

“I like it!”

"But you know this liking is the same as that of your mother." I couldn't describe the relationship between us, so I had to use her mother instead.

"I know, but I like it this way," the daughter said without hesitation.

Looking at my daughter's innocent and pure face, my heart was filled with joy. "Think about it carefully. Dad likes you, too, but this kind of liking will make you a woman who will obey Dad, just like your mom." I pinched her chin, wanting to let her know clearly what our relationship will be in the future.

"You mean like your wife?" My daughter finally understood. For a moment, I waited for her verdict. Maybe it would be a failure, or maybe it would fulfill the promise of this life.

"Um."

"Why a wife? I'm a daughter." Tingting said without hesitation.

"It's different, silly girl. Father and daughter cannot...cannot have sexual relations." I had to use this explanation so that my daughter could understand the pros and cons.

"But... didn't... we have this happen?" He pinched her chin so that she couldn't lower her head, so she had to lower her eyelids.

"Just because it happened, I let you know that you are already my woman."

"No! I will be your daughter, only your daughter." Tingting said stubbornly, blinking her eyes.

"So you don't want to sleep with daddy?"

Hearing this, Tingting blushed again and wanted to lower her head, but I raised her chin and looked at me arrogantly.

Her slightly tanned face made her look even more handsome, and her mouth, evenly thick and thin, was slightly upturned, as if she always had a smile on her face.

"Then mom won't come tonight?" Tingting asked me without blinking.

"She is accompanying your aunt." Tingting's small mouth is bright red, which makes people feel adorable. He spoke to his daughter word by word, with an obvious gurgling sound coming from his throat.

"Then let your brother sleep alone." I immediately understood my daughter's thoughts. Although I didn't agree, I had already made arrangements in my heart.

Little villain! Even though I knew all this, I still asked my daughter.

"Where do you sleep?"

Tingting was stunned. I saw the corners of her mouth move. She turned her head and turned to leave. "I'll accompany Dad."

After a moment of ecstasy, I suddenly became much more sober. It was really not in vain that I raised my daughter. My wife's words made me appreciate the happiness of being a father again, and I knew that it was good to raise a daughter.

I took a step forward, grabbed my daughter's arm, pulled her tightly, and hugged her tightly in my arms. The father and daughter overlapped in the shape of a spoon. I couldn't help but turn my daughter's head around, facing me, and whispered, "My dear daughter, I know you love your dad."

"Do you love daddy?"

"Um."

The pointed little breasts had been held in my hands for half a month. After pinching them lovingly for a while, both of them were visibly breathing again. The gaze between father and daughter gradually acquired that deeper meaning, and the exchange of eyes carried sexual information.

Kiss her first, move closer, hold her head, touch lightly, then pry open her tongue. The daughter has turned around at this time, it seems that she can't adapt to this position. The two of them hugged each other and stood at the door of the house, not caring about the ethics of heaven and earth, the righteousness of father and daughter, and they enjoy holding each other's tongues, entangled, and grinding.

"Dad..." A hesitant cry woke up the indulged father and daughter. I, with my hands already inserted into my daughter's panties, looked awkwardly at my son standing at the gate of the yard. He had one hand covering his mouth, and it was obvious that he was confused by this scene. He wanted to shout but it felt awkward, so he just kept that posture.

When my back was turned, Tingting broke free and ran into the house. I wanted to stop her but couldn't. I wanted to comfort her but was speechless. I don't know how much my son had seen. Could it be that he had already come in and seen the love and desire between us father and daughter?

Daughter Chapter 18

I stood there for a while, not knowing what to say to my son. Mingming seemed a little afraid to see me, dodging and not daring to look at me. I felt as nervous as a thief, after all, I was having an affair with my own daughter and was caught by my son. But deep down, I secretly hoped that he didn't see it. In that posture and at that angle, my son could only see our backs. As for the kiss, he would not have been able to notice it if he had just come in. Besides, my hands were inserted into my daughter's panties through her folded body, so it couldn't be seen from the side.

"Mingming." I shouted weakly.

"Dad... Dad..." My son looked up at me out of the corner of his eye, with a frightened look on his face.

"When did you come in?" I asked in the hope of getting a chance.

"just."

"Oh, so you knew your sister was back?" She asked this question guiltily without daring to look at her son.

"Didn't my sister go into the house?" Mingming began to move towards the yard.

"Well, just now Dad..." He tried to elicit little by little how much his son had seen.

"Why are you crying, sister?" Mingming looked concerned at this time.

"Crying?" A strange sentence.

"Didn't my sister cry on your shoulder just now?"

I was so happy. This boy didn't see anything and I worried for nothing. I didn't even know how scared my daughter was in the house. What a silly boy! Your dad was scared to death.

He clearly smiled at me and his face brightened up, but he still looked unnatural. He avoided me and walked into the house. I looked at my son's sneaky look and found it funny. Your sister and I did something wrong, why are you so angry?

I touched the head of my son who was walking towards me. Although he was looking at me with a fake smile, I suddenly felt like something was on my mind. When my son turned around and walked quickly into the house, I suddenly remembered. No wonder the boy was sneaky and unnatural, and no wonder he didn't discover the secret between my daughter and me. It turned out that he had something to hide and was afraid of me.

"Mingming." My responsibility as a father made me give up the thought of momentary pleasure.

Mingming stopped suddenly.

"come over."

Look at me obediently and pitifully.

"Is there something you are hiding from Dad?"

The son lowered his head and said nothing.

He originally wanted to come back and get angry at his son, but when he thought about his behavior just now, he didn't know where the anger came from. As a father, he had an ambiguous relationship with his daughter, and was almost caught by his son. This in itself shows his despicable behavior as a father.

His tone became gentler, "Why did they come to my house today?"

My son looked at me carefully and stammered, "No... nothing happened."

"Have you learned to lie, kid?" Seeing that his son didn't want to talk, his tone became stern.

Mingming's legs began to tremble a little.

"He...they are talking nonsense." His tone suddenly became hard and indignant, and then he burst into tears.

My heart softened, so I stroked his head and asked, "What nonsense are they talking about?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked up and said, "That's not the case at all. They were just gossiping. The teacher also criticized them."

"You didn't do anything?"

"No, I didn't do it. Woohoo--" he said while wiping his tears.

"I didn't do it, why are you crying? You are useless."

"They are wrongly accusing people." I found it funny for a moment, but looking at my son's expression I knew that this was a normal thing during adolescence, and that family was just making a fuss about it.

"So tell me, do you like him or not? Tell the truth." I was still satisfied with my son's performance.

My son looked at me honestly and nodded.

Hi! This little guy still has that kind of idea. It is reasonable and understandable for adolescent children to have a good impression of the opposite sex. Even a grown man like me has broken through the constraints of ethics and fallen in love with his own daughter, hasn't he?

But children still need to be educated, this is the responsibility of a father.

"Mingming, you are still young. Having this kind of emotion means you are growing up. But you are still in the stage of growing and learning, so you should not develop in this area."

"Yeah." The son nodded obediently.

"Go back and write a self-criticism and hand it in to the teacher tomorrow." Thinking of my daughter, I naturally didn't want to dwell on this issue any more. I didn't know if my daughter was crying in the room, so as a father, I had to go over and comfort her quickly. Now that I know my son’s behavior, I just need to pay more attention to him and teach him more lessons in the future.

Mingming let out a long sigh of relief after hearing this, and walked back to his room with his schoolbag. I know he won't come out unless you call him this time. I understand my son.

I walked into the room quietly, wanting to comfort my daughter, but the room was empty. I felt scared. Could it be that my daughter was depressed? It was all because of this stupid son. He ruined my good fortune and gave my daughter a false alarm.

"Tingting." I called out softly, but there was no answer. Instead, I heard the sound of washing coming from the kitchen.

I tiptoed over and saw the person I had been worried about standing by the wash basin.

A wisp of thin hair covered her eyes, and her chest was pointed and firm, revealing her feminine beauty, which made me want to see her quickly in the dim light.

He hugged her from behind, and then pinched her breasts seductively.

"Dad...brother." The daughter put down the plates and bowls in her hands.

"Your brother didn't see it, hehe." I pinched her breast hard.

"Are you scared? You little fool."

My daughter put down the work in her hands and let me hug her.

"It's so embarrassing. What if my brother sees it?"

"What can he see?" He held the girl's body in his hand and felt her firmness and the way she jumped around like a rabbit.

"Just now, I saw my brother come back, and I was really scared, Dad...you know, if my brother saw us..." The daughter blushed when she said this.

"Even if he didn't see it, he must have seen it. With a daddy here, what are you afraid of?" I groped and reached into her bra. The daughter looked up with a look of dependence.

"They've grown bigger." Starting from the bulge of her breasts, I greedily tore and kneaded her breasts. I knew that these breasts would be mine tonight.

"How could that be possible?" the daughter answered casually.

"Dad can feel that the day you left, things were different from now. People say that women's breasts get bigger the more men touch them. Tingting, you're almost as good as your mom."

"Really?" She turned around.

"Really?" He smacked her lips symbolically, "Has it gotten bigger down there too?"

Tingting didn't say anything, her eyes blinked, and she hugged my neck with both hands.

"Dad will take a look later."

"Dad...what happened to my brother?"

"Nothing." I didn't understand my daughter's question for a moment, maybe my mind was not there.

"Then why did you ask him to write a self-criticism?"

"Did you hear that?" This little villain was actually hiding behind and eavesdropping.

"I was scared, but then I realized my brother didn't notice, so I came over to cook."

"Haha, you're so scared. Hey...your brother is in love."

"What? Really?" the daughter asked curiously.

"Really, it's just that the two of them weren't intimate, unlike us." I involved her as I spoke, in order to seek some excitement with my daughter.

"What are you talking about?" The daughter was obviously unhappy when she heard this. "I'm going to cook."

My daughter pushed my hand away without saying a word. I saw her turn her back and adjust her bra. Seeing that it was not dark yet, he was going to have fun with his daughter. It was really outrageous. Thinking of this, he felt relieved. There was good meat to be chewed slowly. Thinking of being alone with his daughter at night, he had to endure the inner torment temporarily and let her go.

Daughter Chapter 19

The dinner was very sumptuous. My daughter’s cooking skills are getting better and better. She is definitely qualified to be a housewife, which makes me, as a father, particularly happy.

"Mingming, it's time to eat." The older sister called her younger brother in a particularly affectionate manner, but to my ears, it seemed to have a different meaning.

"Call my son to eat." I said jokingly while sitting aside.

Tingting gave me a blank look and twisted my ear hard. I reached under the table into her crotch and stroked her bulging vagina.

"I'm going to die. My brother will be here soon." She stamped her feet and shouted angrily, her brows twisted into a lump.

"Whose brother? Silly girl, didn't dad tell you? It's his son."

After hearing this, Tingting ignored me. My hand went straight up along her thigh and into her slit through her pants.

"Sister... I've finished writing on this door. I'll eat later. You and dad can eat first." The son answered from across the room.

It pushed in and into the daughter's vagina from the bottom of the thigh. Tingting frowned in pain and called out "Dad..." in a delicate and coquettish voice, which made people feel ecstatic.

I pulled her over and made her sit on my lap.

"Hey, hey, daddy." He asked his daughter with a pouty mouth.

"It's so embarrassing." The daughter lowered her head in shame.

In this posture, my daughter was half a head taller than me, and her breasts were just right against my mouth. "Otherwise, daddy will drink your breast." I suddenly became shameless, lifted my daughter's skirt, grabbed it, and put my head close to it.

"Bad dad, you're not in human form." Tingting tried her best to get rid of him. She was afraid that her brother might come out of the house.

I grabbed it, held up my daughter's clothes, put my head in, took a nipple into my mouth, and swallowed it like a baby. It had been many years, but it was the first time I tasted breast milk again, and it was my own daughter's breast. I grabbed the other one and sucked it hard.

"Dad...Dear Dad..." Tingting obviously couldn't stand my tossing and turning, and she sat on my lap and twisted her body. "Let's eat first." She cast a pleading look at me, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly in my arms.

"Dad has missed you for half a month, do you know that?" I held the breast in my hand and pushed it up. It was like a lively rabbit jumping in my hand. I struggled in her arms, biting the two tender breasts alternately.

"I know, I know. Ah..." For some reason, the sucking turned into holding with teeth and moving upwards, which of course the daughter's delicate nipples could not bear.

"Now that you know this, why don't you compensate me? Your mother is not here tonight, so you sleep with me and be my little wife." I asked her unreasonably.

"Dad, you can do whatever you want, but just don't ask me to be your wife, okay?" My daughter was still limited by the status and refused to agree with me.

"Silly girl, it's like this now, isn't it?" I felt my daughter getting angry.

My daughter was lying on top of me with her head tilted back, enjoying my touch.

"How can I fuck you if you're not my wife?" I fully exposed my desires and confessed to my own daughter.

"Sex is a matter between a husband and wife. Your mother asked you to have sex with me because she couldn't have sex with me, so she asked you to replace her."

"Dad... Dad... I can't take it anymore." Under my strong stimulation, Tingting trembled and her whole body became limp like a puddle of mud, almost falling on me.

Why so fast? A thought flashed through my mind and I quickened the pace. I wanted my daughter to fully enjoy fatherly love. I changed my position with one hand and touched my daughter's panties, which were already flooded with water. It seemed that the girl really had an orgasm. I didn't expect that I could make my daughter have multiple orgasms with just my fingers and mouth.

"Dad..." Her face flushed like a peach blossom, a blush appeared on her face, and her body was limp and weak.

"Look at you, you're flooded." I pinched her cheek and teased her. It has been a long time since I have been so intimate with my daughter. "Is it like that day again?"

"Buzz..." My daughter's body tilted and fell into my arms.

"Hehe." I leaned sideways to find her mouth, then held her head and kissed her. "Dad, we haven't really started yet," I kissed her and looked at her. My daughter dodged and didn't look at me. "You are so wild. When we go to bed tonight, Dad will melt into you."

The daughter felt embarrassed when she heard this. There was a smile in her eyes and her every frown and smile revealed her charm.

"It's time for my brother to come out. I'll go call him." Tingting asked for my opinion.

"But Dad hasn't..." The two of them were affectionate again.

"Let's eat first. Although she has the mentality of a child, her tone is completely that of a caring wife."

Knowing that she couldn't enjoy herself with my son around, I agreed with her and said, "Okay, I'll let you go for now, but you have to serve me well tonight." When she slid off my legs, I hugged her reluctantly for a while, and we couldn't help but say sweet words to each other again. While the father and daughter were still affectionate, Mingming gently pushed the door open.

"Dad, sister, you haven't eaten yet." Mingming came out cautiously and said when he saw Tingting still lying in my arms.

When I heard my son's words, I always had hallucinations of "Mom and Dad" in my mind. So I let this boy be Tingting's son. After all, she and I are having an affair. If anything happens to her mother, Tingting will take on the family affairs and take care of Mingming and me, making the beds, washing clothes and cooking. She is really like a mother to me.

"I've been waiting for you. Have you finished your homework? Come, wash your hands first." Although he is a few years older, he already looks like a mature woman. This may be due to my wife's teachings, or it may be due to my influence. She swiftly led Mingming into the bathroom, her shyness gone.

Sitting at the table thinking about my son and daughter coming back, I slowly tasted the meal cooked by my daughter. It was really well cooked, and the taste could not be found anywhere else. It was probably learned from her mother's words and deeds. When Mingming came back, he sat next to his sister. They persuaded each other to eat the food and had some intimate quarrels in between. Looking at his pair of sensible children, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Maybe in another three or two years, the two children will grow up. When he thought about adults, he felt a little sad. No matter whether my daughter can go to college in the future, she will get married. Will she still think of me as a father then? Maybe after getting married, my daughter will take care of her husband and children and become a good wife and mother, and I, as her father-in-law, will no longer be the protagonist in her heart. Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling sad.

When Tingting came back holding her son's hand, she felt a little uncomfortable. Looking at the affectionate look of the children, she lowered her head and started eating. "Mingming, eat quickly, and then do your homework."

"Yes." The son agreed obediently and finished his meal in a few bites. He went back to the inner room to study. Looking at his daughter cleaning up the dishes, his desire surged again. However, he had to go to the bathroom after dinner, so he could only stare at the delicious food in front of him.

"Tingting, Daddy is going to the bathroom." Before standing up, he hugged his daughter, who was still holding the dishes in her hands, and her face turned red again, "Give me a kiss first."

Tingting brought it over and smacked her lips softly, "Hurry up and pack it up, Daddy can't wait." When he let go of his daughter, he hurried out the door.

The moon was hanging on the big locust tree at the west end of the yard. The moonlight on the ground looked like broken glass. Even the toilet surrounded by corn stalks half a person's height seemed covered with a layer of cream. My heart was filled with joy. Listening to the chirping of crickets in different corners, my heart felt much brighter.

I played with my huge cock, rubbed it a few times with my gloves, and then started to pee. The urinal gave off a strong and fishy smell unique to summer nights, which made me feel a little nauseous, but when I thought of my daughter's body lying on the wide bed, I smiled naturally. Although I had contact with my daughter many times, her mother was always next to us, and it was not pleasant. But tonight is different. I can stuff my cock into my daughter's mouth and then fuck her.

"Hehe..." He smiled foolishly unconsciously, shook off the urine drops on his cock, and hurriedly tucked it into his pants.

Only the light was flickering in the room, and my arousing lust was overflowing throughout the room. After looking around for a long time without seeing my daughter, I quietly pushed open my son's door and asked, "Where's your sister?" Mingming heard my voice and turned around to look at me.

“It was still there just now.”

He tightened it gently, and applied a little force, so as not to let his son hear the sound.

Where is my daughter? The silent moonlight poured down in the yard, covering the entire place, and occasionally the hens made a clucking sound in the chicken coop. Suddenly, I heard the sound of splashing water at the west end of the yard. I realized that my daughter was taking a bath. This little thing knew how to add to the mood.

In the countryside, we use half-man-high corn stalks to form a semicircle in a quiet corner to block other people's views, so that my wife and daughter can take a bath in it in the evening. It was my wife who urged me to do this.

I tiptoed over and found that the little girl was bathing her vagina inside. I was excited, and I pulled aside the corn stalks to reveal a gap. I secretly looked over and saw that my daughter was standing there naked with a large basin of water in front of her. She was wiping her body with a towel. Her white body was glowing with a soft white light under the moonlight.

I looked over with envy, afraid of disturbing her. My daughter was standing facing me, her small but plump breasts standing upright, and her nipple, which was neither too big nor too small, was like a grape, tempting others to suck it. I was so eager to try that I could hardly stand.

Under the flat belly, the fair skin shines with a hint of softness, the belly button is small and round, and the slightly raised part is covered with pubic hair that is wet with water and sticks to the mons pubis, which is neat and beautiful. Below that, it suddenly looks like a cliff, full and protruding, yet hidden in a fantasy way. My desire extends along there, and I know that is the source of my happiness tonight, and the romantic life that I have cultivated for more than ten years will reward me.

The moonlight was not very bright, but fortunately my daughter lit a candle inside, making the originally unclear body bright and attractive. My desire was stored in my throat for a while, and then I swallowed it forcefully. She unconsciously leaned forward to get a better look at the strange white shape that formed the corner of her daughter's mouth.

"Rustle." The corn stalks made a rustling sound, startling the daughter who was bathing.

"Who?" The daughter's frightened eyes were like a frightened rabbit, and her hands unconsciously covered that place.

He could no longer peek at his daughter's body, so he simply pulled aside the corn stalks to get in.

Seeing me clearly in panic, my daughter let out a long sigh of relief and said, "I was scared to death." She squatted on the ground and gasped.

"What are you scared of?" I asked in a pretentious manner.

"I'm taking a shower, and you..." My daughter spoke incoherently, rolled her eyes at me, and said unhappily, "You're like a little hooligan."

"Oh, Dad is a hooligan, peeping at other people's girls." I stood in front of her, looking at her naked body with lustful eyes.

"I'm not going to pay attention to you." Seeing me looking at her so brazenly, my daughter turned away shyly.

The sideways body reveals the feminine features more clearly, with towering breasts and a wisp of hidden pubic hair gradually disappearing between the thighs, which is very suggestive.

My hand unconsciously reached out and covered it.

"Dad...can you please let me finish washing?" the daughter begged in a low voice.

"Not good!" He pinched and rubbed his daughter's thighs, her soft and sparse pubic hair. "Daddy wants to take a shower with you."

"You go out first." My daughter started to push me out, "Brother Guang will come later."

I couldn't hold on to her smooth body, and the wet ground made it difficult for me to stand, so I staggered step by step toward the outside.

"Tingting, Tingting." I turned around and hugged her. "What? Did you make an appointment with your brother?" He pressed against her naked body, feeling the softness of her breasts.

"Dad...what nonsense are you talking about?" The daughter stomped her feet in anger. Under the moonlight, a tear fell from her eyelid, and she couldn't tell whether she was crying because of anger, or just some residual tears.

He kissed her little mouth lovingly, "Okay, there's no date, why are you angry?"

The daughter moved away angrily, "Why do you say that about me?"

"Are you really angry? I know you are good to daddy, okay?" I touched her smooth buttocks and pushed into the tightly clamped buttocks.

Tingting cried and leaned on my shoulder. Perhaps she was sad about the misunderstanding of the man she already had a crush on, or perhaps she was sad about her father's insolence.

"Your younger brother is still young, and you..." He sobbed.

"Silly girl, he's not a kid anymore. Didn't you see that his hair has grown back? And you're still in a relationship?"

"You can't tell your brother that..." She wiped her tears and raised her head. This little guy took it seriously. Hehe, if I can’t be with my brother, can I be with my dad?

"Silly girl, even if you want to, dad won't allow you. You belong to dad." The sticky and slippery legs were covered with a mixture of soap and sex fluid, and the pair of plump fleshy lips looked especially soft.

"I'm going to ignore you. You just keep teasing me." My daughter finally understood my feelings, and her joy showed in her words and actions.

I had to coax my daughter softly and caress her treasure tenderly. "Let Daddy take a bath with you."

I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up.

Daughter Chapter 20

"No, Dad..." The daughter's cry sounded almost like an invitation to his ears.

It was a little difficult to hold her slippery body, so I had to hold up her thighs with both hands. Her crotch just matched my crotch. This position made my daughter the same height as me. She was afraid of falling, so she hugged my neck with both hands. The father and daughter were tightly fitted together.

"Take a bath together with Dad." She was so envious of those who had taken baths in the bath city talking about the benefits of baths together. Finally, she got the chance and lost no time in begging her daughter.

I lowered my head and wanted to suck my daughter's nipple, but she moved away. I tried several times and it happened every time.

When I looked up at her, she was looking down at me and smiling. This little thing knows how to flirt, she was teasing my sexual desire.

"Tingting!" I said in a low voice.

"Put me down."

"no!"

While she was climbing up my neck, I freed one hand and pressed her neck. "Hmm..." My daughter was caught off guard and I kissed her hard.

The other hand was placed on her crotch, and a finger was inserted directly into it.

"Dad...you're bad!" With her legs no longer supported, her body began to slide down.

He put it down, panting, and carried it into the bathtub.

The bathtub is half a meter high and very large. I spent a long time searching at the market to buy it so that my wife and daughter would have a good place to take a bath. I didn’t expect to use it with my daughter today. This is probably the reward for my kindness.

My daughter, who was standing in the bathtub, looked at me coquettishly, pretending to be angry. Sigh... No wonder the ancients had taboos against incest. It turns out that once there is a physical relationship, there is no longer any affection between father and daughter, mother and son, or brother and sister.

No matter how coquettishly my daughter acted, my hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. After all, my daughter was still too young and had no grasp of matters between men and women. She felt a little nervous after a while.

He tightened his hands and lowered his body gradually. When his head almost touched his daughter's belly button, his buttocks had already entered the water.

"Bad dad, what do you want to do?" Tingting hugged my head without bending down. I didn't hesitate. The desire in my heart was to lick everything about my daughter.

When her hand touched my chin, I was already circling her round belly button.

Tingting's hands moved back and forth, she moaned softly, and her legs kept moving, allowing me to feel her lust. The lower abdomen is flat and smooth, and if you draw a straight line, you can feel the fluffy pubic hair.

He swallowed hard, then reached his hand up his daughter's thigh and began to feel around.

"Dad, Dad, please forgive me." My daughter suddenly changed her usual gentleness and held my head up tightly. When I looked up, I saw desire all over her face. Tingting bent down desperately, and when she lowered her body, her two youthful breasts drooped, forming a pendant shape, which looked even more sexy.

"Dear daddy, please take me." After saying this, without giving me a chance to agree, she held my mouth tightly. For the first time, my daughter took the initiative to ask me to have sex with her.

Passively enjoying his daughter's love, his hand crawled over the soft and fragrant yet bony thighs, making the vagina, which was squeezed almost into a slit, more prominent. Falling from the top, it gradually sank into the base of the thighs and penetrated the thick vagina.

My daughter's wet hair covered my back, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you miss your daddy?" He broke away from his daughter's kiss, looked into her eyes, touched her, watched her expression, and teased her clitoris with his fingers. His daughter let out a soft "ah", and then bit her lip. She looked completely in a state of lust. As a father, I played with my own daughter's genitals, admiring her various postures when I played with her. It was really exciting. No wonder men like to take a bath together. In fact, it is a private place for men to play with women as they please.

My daughter was so wet from the touching that her legs could hardly stand. Her pubic hair was level with my face and almost brushing my lips. I could no longer hold it in. I wanted to see everything about her, so I spread her legs apart and used my hands to pull her labia apart. The candle was swaying in the wind, making it difficult to see clearly. I had to hug my daughter's hips and move closer to the candle, then pull her labia apart again. I could see two long vulvas, white and clean, with even the roots of her pubic hair showing, bright red tender flesh, and a long fleshy tongue. It was no wonder that people compared women's genitals to clams, and my daughter's was like a giant abalone. The tender flesh of the vagina bulges irregularly, connecting downward to the anus that looks like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"I'm so embarrassed." Tingting couldn't bear it anymore after being watched by me so carefully, so she squeezed her legs together. Is there anything more obscene than this? Even though her mother tried hard to bring my daughter and I together, what would she think if she knew I was doing this with my daughter? Will she still tolerate my relationship with my daughter?

Without giving it any time to think, he gurgled a few times in his throat and then put his mouth on his daughter's vagina.

"Dad..." The daughter trembled all over and cried out.

"Dear daughter." I replied, and tried my best to spread my daughter's labia as much as possible. After teasing it with the tip of my tongue for a few times, I used my long tongue to search vigorously. The pubic hair and beard were intertwined, tickling my lips and my daughter's tender labia. The man's horizontal mouth and the woman's upright vagina crossed into a cross, wrapped around and penetrated deeply into the vaginal cavity, then licked from the anus, rotating and lingering on the protruding clitoris, teasing and nibbling left and right, pushing my almost paralyzed daughter to orgasm wave after wave.

The suppressed moans dug out the peaceful moonlight in the silent night sky and rippled in the small courtyard. If the ghosts of our ancestors were still around, they would surely watch the intercourse and debauchery of our father and daughter with lust.

Suddenly, a torrent of fluid gushed out from my daughter, filling my open mouth. Then her hips stopped forward and blocked my mouth tightly. Without time to think about it, I knew that my daughter had come, and I hurriedly swallowed the slightly smelly vaginal fluid. Tingting was already defeated.

"Dad, I can't stand anymore." She said with a little cry.

Reluctantly, he let her go and let her sit in the bathtub. "Are you coming?"

"I don't know, I just can't help it." The girl's shyness is fully reflected.

"Don't hold back, come, let daddy do it." I took off my almost wet clothes, held my daughter's little hand, and guided her to hold my erect penis.

"Look, Daddy misses you so much."

"You bastard dad, you bad dad," Tingting hit my buttocks with her other hand, "You only know how to torture me like that."

"Haha," my daughter seemed to be thirsty, "that's because daddy likes you."

"I don't want it!" She angrily stroked my cock hard to vent her dissatisfaction with me, and when she got to the bottom, she felt pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.

"Be gentle, my baby." I held her head lovingly and kissed her. "Are you missing daddy's cock?" I said nakedly.

"Daddy, I want you!" He gave up on the captivity and wrapped his hands around my hips, holding them tightly there. The cock bounced forcefully and hit my daughter's cheek. When a woman is aroused, she will feel the emptiness in her body and want something to fill it. But I don't want to enter that stage with my daughter too early. I want to play with her as much as I can while her mother is not around.

I looked at my daughter lying between my thighs and I opened her head. She looked at me obediently. Her mouth was plump and thick. I took my cock and rubbed it on her lips, then slowly pried her mouth open. "Let Daddy do it."

Tingting took it in with a humming sound, and swallowed it bit by bit with her little hands. I felt the blowjob from my own daughter. Her tight lips made me feel the wrapping of the vagina, and her teeth gently stroked the stem, and a slightly painful and numbing pleasure came over me. It was really comfortable! When I was almost at the base, I thrust hard and hit my daughter's throat.

"Woo..." Tingting was caught off guard by the situation she was not aware of, and the egg almost blocked her lips.

I thrust in and out quickly, feeling the strong waves. Finally, Tingting could no longer sit still under my fierce thrusting, and her body tilted, falling into the basin.

The water splashed everywhere, and the two of them looked at each other breathlessly, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dad... let's go inside." Tingting finally said.

I have fully enjoyed the excitement of the wild, and it is really time to return to the big bed between me and her mother.

After getting my approval, Tingting stood up, wiped it, and took the clothes.

But I turned her body around, and Tingting was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on. I put my hands in her crotch, lifted her up, and let her legs wrap around my waist, "Daddy will carry you back."

Tingting also whispered, "Let my brother see it."

"Don't be afraid!" I held my thick cock and pushed it into her pussy, completely inserting it.

"Is it unrestrained?"

"Bad dad, always thinking of bad ideas." Tingting whispered in my ear. Maybe she was curious about this novel action, so she didn't refuse or resist.

move! I cry! But it doesn't mean I'm a sissy~~~~~

I think it's registered.

I feel uncomfortable if I don't go for a day

Let’s push it together!

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Let’s push it together!

My favorite

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

I don't think I can leave for a day.

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

It's my home

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

If you want to think well, it depends on you, me and him.

Run-up~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I push!

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

It's right to come to Czech every day and continue to dig for treasures

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

It's my home

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