The weekend was calm and quiet. I stayed at home as a rice worm. My father went out early and came back late and worked hard.
Although I always respond to my requests and always greet me with a friendly and smiling face, I still feel that he has set up an invisible thick wall between us.
After returning to school, we had less contact.
The school has strict management, only two hours after supper every day, and you have to pay for other times.
I would say hello to him every night on my phone, and only once or twice happened to catch him online, and I would leave messages to each other at other times.
The content is nothing more than eating and wearing well. I asked him to pay attention to his health. Don’t work too hard. He asked me to pay attention to his health. He must work hard to study hard.
My grades have always been mediocre. After entering the school, I took a basic test for each subject, and I realized that I was below the average level in the class.
Looking around, the students were all talented. They not only actively participated in various activities organized by the school, but also did not relax in studying in various subjects. They were holding back their energy and secretly staring at the numerous test rankings.
Later I learned that half of the children in this school were admitted to the scholarship, and the so-called scholarship is actually tuition and living expenses of varying amounts.
The final exam results of each semester will be ranked in the whole grade, the first place will win the first prize, and the tuition and board fees for the second semester will be exempted. There is only one in each grade, and it is the top student among the top students.
The first two hundred people later, the cost decreased.
I belong to the category of paying full tuition, and I am likely to have to pay full tuition every time in the next three years.
The school calls us students reincarnation school, which roughly means that we have a good life in a wealthy family.
I have never been rejected for money from my father, but it has nothing to do with my life.
One of my parents doesn’t have home all day long and the other doesn’t care about the house. Those outstanding test-doers shouldn’t have such an experience.
My father never mentioned to me about saving tuition, but in this competitive atmosphere, I was also very nervous.
I originally thought that I studied hard in the third year of junior high school, and compared with the first year of high school, I was a pediatric department.
No one came home on the weekend, and even the National Day holiday was cut off.
The event competitions and learning tasks were sequel, so I had no chance to breathe.
If I live like this for the next three years, I will have to die.
It was finally easy to get through the end of the year, and the New Year's Day holiday and the weekend got together. There was a five-day holiday, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the final exam is approaching, at this point, I just want to rest and relax. Scholarships are hell. There are so many people in a grade, I can’t get a scholarship even if I learn to vomit blood. What’s more, my father might not want me to learn to vomit blood!
In short, no matter how my father's attitude towards me, I am already home.
Unexpectedly, the more anxious I was, the less I couldn't get home. The subway, which was always very prudent, stopped halfway as soon as I entered.
The car cabin soundtrack tells us every ten minutes to troubleshoot.
I slept in the seat for a while, with my back and back pain.
After finally waiting for the subway to move, my father called me.
The voice is amiable, and the whole person is rarely relaxed and at ease.
Why are you so slow?It was time to get home an hour ago?
Don't mention that the subway is broken and stuck in the tunnel.I was so surprised that my father rarely calls to ask about my whereabouts.
The biggest advantage of having a super busy parent is to develop super self-care ability early.
Since I went to elementary school, I have been going to and from school by myself. I should be the first child in the class to learn to read subway diagrams and schedules.
In my impression, my parents never worry that I got lost by the wrong car, or that I was abducted and kidnapped by bad people and could not go home.
It made me feel moved from time to time. It was a miracle that nothing happened when I lived so big.
Where are you stopping now?Can you come out?I'll pick you up.Dad took the initiative to suggest.
Wow, I was secretly surprised, take me home?This is the first time, and I can't help but wonder how my father lived without me.
No, the weather is so bad, don't come out.The car just started and it should be normal.I'll get home in four or five stops.
OK, Ranran, don’t delay your journey, I have a surprise for you.Dad no longer hides the smile in his voice.
What surprise?I sat upright, and my originally groggy head suddenly woke up.
Dad just smiled and knew it when he got home, Ranran!
My father's laughter warmed my heart, and he was in a good mood today.
When I came back from holiday, he said he would transfer classes and use this New Year's Day to get together.
However, my father went crazy when he worked and I didn’t have much hope for his promise.
I ran home after leaving the subway.
After the twelfth lunar month, the temperature dropped a lot. Although I was wearing a thick coat, the cold wind blew across my face and stinged slightly. Every time I exhale and inhale, it turned into white frost in the air.
The thick clouds pressed down, and the whole sky was extremely gloomy, and heavy snow was a matter of minutes.
This kind of weather is best for hiding at home and sleeping during holidays.
I opened the door excitedly, called out to my dad at the top of my throat, threw away the trolley case in my hand, took off my coat, and walked straight to the living room.
I didn't see my dad, and it was strange. I suddenly saw a cake on the dining table in the distance, and there were candles on it.
At that moment, my heart was about to melt.
This is a cake specially customized for me. Not only does it contain a photo of me and my favorite iris design, but my name is also the most prominent part of the middle.
I long remember when I last ate my birthday cake. I didn’t pay attention and tears flowed down my face.
Hey, dad suddenly appeared behind me and mumbled and pulled me into his warm arms.I thought you would like it, Ranran.
I buried my face under my father's neck and started crying in a low voice, tears filling his clothes.I like it, dad.
My father's deep eyes lit up, his body leaned forward, and his lips brushed against my forehead.
He handed me a silk jewelry box and said: Happy birthday, Ranran.
I cried even harder, but I didn't want to let go of my throat, so I could only suppress my crying and muttered: Why do I remember to celebrate my birthday?Who asked you to celebrate my birthday?Why are you celebrating my birthday?
In the past, my family never celebrated my birthday, and I had no strong wish.After all, Wei Feng and I had the same birthday, and my mother always burst into tears on this day.
I remember when we were young, we would use this day to go to the cemetery to see Wei Feng, which was a rare time for the three of us to go out together.
However, the later, my mother became more hostile to me on this day.
My father was afraid that I would be wronged, so he asked me to hide from my mother when I celebrated my birthday, and gave me some extra pocket money as a birthday gift.
Going to the cemetery to see Wei Feng became exclusive content for her father and her.
And since I met the way to the cemetery, I have been alone to see Wei Feng.
Dad held my face, wiped my tears with his sleeve, and said: I want to celebrate your birthday myself, okay?After entering high school, you rarely go home and miss you very much. Can’t you tell?
I curled my lips, and I was still crying, but I couldn't help laughing, and said angrily: I can't tell at all.
Dad hugged me and said: Hi, I will celebrate your birthday every year from now on.I felt very wronged on my birthday in the past, and I know if you don’t say it.Ranran, congratulations to Ah, I am sixteen years old today, and I am the same age as a flower.
I feel like I am already sixty years old, so I don’t really feel wronged and burst into tears and said with a smile.
Dad pushed the hair on my face behind his ears, looked at me gently, and said: Don’t be so old-fashioned, you have grown into a beautiful big girl.
The praise that came out of my mouth made my skin hot, and a heat flow was generated in my lower abdomen.
I felt my cheeks burning, and I hurriedly lowered my head to avoid his strong gaze and focused on the jewelry box.
I feel very grateful to my dad for not giving me a certain doll toy, but instead choosing a more feminine gift.
Does this mean he no longer regards him as a child?
I carefully opened the box. On the thin chain of golden enamel, there were two rose gold hexagrams, one of which was paired with a beautiful and small diamond ring.
It's so beautiful, I sincerely praised it, but I couldn't help but ask in my heart: How could you be so good at choosing jewelry?
My father helped me put my necklace on my neck and said: Search for Ah online, the hexagram is a symbol of the goddess, representing protection, blessing and peace.That's what dad hopes most.
I noticed that he did not mention the diamond ring above and felt secretly happy.
Even if I am not a jewelry expert, I know that it means full of love.
Even so, I was still a little embarrassed and deliberately sneered: Are you busy with nothing else?
What stupid things do you say? You are my daughter, and other things are important to you.Dad patted my cheek and said with a smile.
My father originally planned to take me out for dinner, but snow began to fall outside, and I was afraid of the cold and didn't want to go out.
The two of them curled up on the sofa and enjoyed my birthday cake, and my dad also opened a bottle of red wine.
I always caught my father and joined in the fun while drinking beer. I tasted white wine once in Huaquan Mountain, but I couldn't say I liked it.
This time my father was holding a glass of red wine, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust just by smelling it.
Well, weird, why did you start drinking this again?I have never seen my dad drink wine before.
Red wine can enhance metabolism, relieve fatigue, and can also resist aging and prevent aging, and promote fair and smooth skin... you will like it.Dad pointed at himself and said: I must be relieved of fatigue.
I smiled and said: I'm not sure I need to fight aging now. I like my current appearance very much: fair and smooth, and red wine can't take credit for nothing.
Even so, I tried to take a sip and it felt like swallowing a ball of fire, burning from the inside out.
I was coughing and staring at my dad. I went to Ah, this is too strong!
My father looked at me and smiled, and took the cup from me, "Don't drink it, look at you like this, obviously I don't inherit my drinking genes."
When I heard this, I immediately grabbed the cup and took a sip. The heat spread throughout my body, and I felt it would be bad if I felt it carefully.
I should gradually develop the habit of drinking, after all, this one bite can warm me up in the snowy winter.
With me, you will always warm up. Dad puts his arms around my shoulders.
My heartbeats faster. I have become accustomed to Wei Maorong's serious appearance these days.
It is rare that he is both kind and kind to me today, and he also spends time buying cakes and giving gifts. He says heartwarming words that are pleasant to the ears. It has been a long time since our father and daughter were so close.
I was a little flattered and couldn't help but look at my dad.
He was wearing a dark blue sweater, gray-black trousers today, and a very ordinary outfit.
Dad is not handsome and has a slightly thin body, but the older he is, the more masculine he is.
My round face when I was young seemed to have no edges, but now I look mature and full.
There is more sharpness in the eyes, which makes people feel a little cold and cold, but the thick lips add a little softer and the facial features are more three-dimensional.
From any perspective, they are all very charming.
You blushed, dad said.
I bit my lip and praised: I just noticed that you look so handsome.
His black eyebrows raised and blinked, so do you.
The butterfly in my chest fluttered again, thank you.
Dad leaned over and kissed my temple, you were glowing, I like to see you like this.
Because I'm very happy, even happier than I thought.
Great, so do I.
We became quiet, and there was still heavy snow outside the window, and there was no sign of stopping.
Both of them were immersed in their own world, and I couldn't help singing an old song with snowflakes. My mother and I used to sing to the musical melody of our phones.
After a while, I noticed my father's eyes climbing onto my neck.His eyes looked like he wanted to swallow me, which made me both excited and embarrassed.
What's wrong?
Your voice sounds very nice, I like your singing.
After drinking, my cheeks were a little feverish, but now my father praises me so much redder.My brain began to fly freely, this is not a good thing, because I know that the more I grow, the more I am, the more unbearable it is.
What is dad thinking?
After returning from Huaquan Mountain, his whole body became deeper and deeper, and I could no longer understand the expression on his face.
I just hope that as my mother leaves, I start to go to boarding middle school, so that he can live a relaxed and comfortable life.
You can't be too relaxed or too comfortable.
I suddenly thought of a possibility, will my father look for another wife?
Bachelors like him are the most attractive to women.
I remember that my father used to ask the nurse from the hospital to take care of his mother, and the young nurse was extremely attentive to her father.
I was too tired after the night shift, so my father flocked to him when he was looking for a designated driver.
Hi, it's almost done tonight, you have to go to bed!Dad mumbled, taking the empty cup from me.
I couldn't help but complain, but he just chuckled at me.I stood up, my head dizzy.Dad quickly put down the cup and put his hands on my crotch to stabilize me.
OK?Ranran, go and have a rest, I hope you can get better after a sleep.
My father helped me to the bathroom to wash up briefly. When he saw that I was still dizzy, he half-wrapped me and put it on the bedroom bed.
I took off my hoodie and shirt inside. The jeans were too tight, so it was my father who helped me to get out of my body.
Lying in the comfortable and warm bed, tiredness came, I stretched out and asked: Can you stay and accompany me tonight?
My father was stunned for a moment. This question was very straightforward and intimate, but it was not abrupt. I have told my father countless times since I was a child.
I reached out and grabbed my father's wrist, but Pity Xixi begged: Dad, today is my birthday. You said you want to celebrate my birthday with me... You will also accompany me tonight... OK?
I am getting more and more good at using the word 'other', and the last word can still be dragged out with a long ending sound. My father didn't say anything, but just helped me cover the quilt.
However, when I felt the mattress sinking because of his body, all the wine I had just drunk rushed to my head, and my heart beat faster.
My father was lying beside me on the quilt, and I put one hand on his neck and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
Is your birthday good?Dad asked in a low voice.
OK, it's the best!My dad is good, I have been with me for so long just to celebrate my birthday.I smiled like a flower, leaned against my father, leaned my head to my father's chest, and moved my hand to his waist, causing his body to become tense and stiff.
Go to bed, dad will celebrate your birthday with you in the future, dad said on top of my head, and at the same time, I pushed my hand away without any trace.
I closed my eyes properly, lay in his arms satisfied for a long time, and whispered: But, I want a small thing.
Maybe I was dizzy when I drank, but I decided to say it out.
What do you want?Our breaths are mixed together, filled with the spicy taste of alcohol.
I raised my head and stroked my fingers through his thorny and hard beard.
My father started to grow a beard three weeks ago after he was promoted to chief physician. He didn’t feel sloppy at all. Instead, he felt mature and charming, the kind of man I would see on the cover of the novel or on the calendar advertisement.
I bet Dr. Wei Maorong must have fascinated a lot of nurses, doctors, and patients in the hospital, and maybe there are still patients' families.
A kiss.
Dad smiled and said: I have been kissing you since you were a child.
My thumb stroked his lower lip and said, "I mean a real kiss."
Dad didn't say anything, would he reject me?
I didn't expect too much in my heart, I just wanted to say it out loud and let my father know that I love him very much and miss him very much.
We are father and daughter who depend on each other. There is no need to say much about these, but my father should know that my feelings for him have long exceeded those for father and daughter.
Dad, I have grown up and will fall in love, get married and have children with a man in the future.I will leave you soon, God, since I was in high school, I feel like I have left home.But I don’t want to leave you, and this thought makes me very sad.I didn't want to kiss other men, and I couldn't resist even a hug.I want to leave your first kiss, I hope it will be
Before I could finish speaking, my father's hot lips touched him.
I was ecstatic and felt my father's lips carefully, which were very soft and seductive.
My heart pounded in my chest like a bunch of butterflies dancing inside.
This was the first time my father took the initiative to kiss me, not his forehead, not his cheeks, not his hands and feet, but it fell on my lips.
It was very short and pure, far from the filthy desire in my mind.
I guess my dad kissed me not because he was drunk, but because he finally let go of the devil in his heart under the influence of alcohol.
When I realized that my father was about to withdraw, I didn't want to end so soon.
I pushed the quilt away, raised my body and threw myself to my father's chest, hugged his head uncontrollably, fingered through his hair hanging down on his forehead, twisting my body to urge him to continue kissing me.
My father's body was stiff and his hot breath lingered among our faces.
Maybe it was in the quiet and private space of the late night that I became indulgent and bold.
I grabbed one of my father's hand and put it on my waist. My father unconsciously rubbed it, and his clothes rolled up as he moved until his big hands touched the smooth and tender skin.
The two of them gradually became heavier, and with a moan, my father obeyed me.
One hand held my chin and pulled it down forcefully, making my mouth open.
I let out a moan of surprise as his wet tongue rubbed across my mouth.
It may feel strange, but I like it very much.
We were like kissing for a few hours, and I became more and more excited, almost putting each other's tongues and gasps into my mouth.
Dad grabbed my waist and pushed my vest toward my chest impatiently.
I guided his hand and threw the small vest away from his body to the side.
The skin was exposed in the air, and the undulating breasts swayed slightly in the bra, revealing the shallow cleavage.
My father's hand slid to my shoulders, hooked the bra strap and gradually slid down, supporting his straight and white breasts.
Dad gasped and looked at my chest, his nipples standing upright under his gaze.
When his fingertips touched my breasts, I felt like an electric current was flowing all over my body, and I raised my chest and put it in my father's hand.
He pressed me under his body, rubbed my tender breasts with both hands, and stirred my warm and moist lips and tongue in my mouth.
I was so angry that I was kissed that I had to twist my head and breathe rapidly.
My father did not stop, but went down along my lips, and loosened his breasts and rubbed them along my spine until he stopped on his butts and kneaded them tightly.
He buried his head in my chest and chewed and sucked, not like my dear father but a man full of desire.
Dad stepped up the weight and his teeth bit my rosy nipples.The numb feeling was stirred by him, and it scratched my heart like a cat's claw.
Dad... My throat couldn't help but feel emotional and sweet moans. I grabbed his head tightly, raised my legs tremblingly to clamp my father's body, and at the same time twisted my buttocks, pressing against the hot and hard object between my father's legs, hoping that he knew that my body was already wet.
As it turned out, the saying "Dad" was extremely wrong. When I plucked up the courage to touch it with one hand, he stopped me as soon as I reached my waist.
My father turned over and left me with a shiver. I felt a chill in my chest, and then the quilt covered my body.
Ranran, Dad made a hoarse sound at my lips.Enough, you get your birthday wish.It's time to go to bed.
My dad's tone was filled with guilt and guilt, and I didn't want him to feel guilty.
I could roughly guess what my dad wanted to say, but I didn't want to listen.
There are only two of us here, and what we do is not hurting anyone, and no one is qualified to blame.
Ranran, you just said that you will soon become an adult and will have your own life.You need to understand one thing, even if you like it, if there is no result, you should get out early instead of indulging in it.Dad will always be your dad, I will always love you, I will be your eternal relative...
Sure enough, this is the same thing. Who put her tongue into my mouth just now?Who took off my clothes?Who opened his mouth to eat my breasts?Why is this person so fickle?
Dad, please, I pounce on him and want to kiss him again.
Dad turned his face, sat up and said: No, go to bed now.
I don’t know where the courage I got. For the first time in my life, I ignored my father’s strict and serious authority appearance and reached out to press his crotch.
Dad's pants were loose and I could easily grab his erection.
It was already standing up there, and the scene of Dad sitting by the bed masturbating flashed in his mind again. I hope Dad let me touch him like he was touching himself.
Oh shit!Dad roared: What are you doing, Ranran!I am your dad!
He took my hand away from his crotch and shook it aside, my self-esteem and confidence were instantly shattered, but still not scared, reaching out to grab his erection again.
Dad held my arm and dragged me to his legs, his hard erection poking into my ribs.
I screamed, and before I could come back to my senses, a slap had already slapped my butt, and I screamed again, this time even louder.
Dad--I shook my body hard and tried to break free, but Dad ignored me and firmly held me strongly.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Three more solid slaps.
I burst into tears, and I have never been beaten since I was seven.Dad didn't say anything, threw me back to the bed and strode out of the room.
I cried until I fainted.
I woke up in a drowsy mood and it took me a while to realize that it was my first day at the age of sixteen.I didn't have any energy in my body, and I lay on the bed without moving. After a while, I fell asleep again.
I know that my behavior is too excessive, and it is light to be unpretentious and self-respectful. To put it bluntly, I am simply shameless and lewd.
However, I just couldn't help but want to get close to and possess my father.
He is the person I trust and rely on most in my life. I admire him and like him, and only my father is in my eyes.
This feeling became stronger and stronger during the growth process, and gradually deteriorated and expanded uncontrollably, like drugs. Once it is infected, it will be deeply trapped in it. Even though you know that it is burned, you can't help it.
I can't escape, and a normal father-daughter relationship cannot be reset like a machine. I can only move forward in distress and uneasy, becoming more and more self-blame and silent.
Although I always respond to my requests and always greet me with a friendly and smiling face, I still feel that he has set up an invisible thick wall between us.
After returning to school, we had less contact.
The school has strict management, only two hours after supper every day, and you have to pay for other times.
I would say hello to him every night on my phone, and only once or twice happened to catch him online, and I would leave messages to each other at other times.
The content is nothing more than eating and wearing well. I asked him to pay attention to his health. Don’t work too hard. He asked me to pay attention to his health. He must work hard to study hard.
My grades have always been mediocre. After entering the school, I took a basic test for each subject, and I realized that I was below the average level in the class.
Looking around, the students were all talented. They not only actively participated in various activities organized by the school, but also did not relax in studying in various subjects. They were holding back their energy and secretly staring at the numerous test rankings.
Later I learned that half of the children in this school were admitted to the scholarship, and the so-called scholarship is actually tuition and living expenses of varying amounts.
The final exam results of each semester will be ranked in the whole grade, the first place will win the first prize, and the tuition and board fees for the second semester will be exempted. There is only one in each grade, and it is the top student among the top students.
The first two hundred people later, the cost decreased.
I belong to the category of paying full tuition, and I am likely to have to pay full tuition every time in the next three years.
The school calls us students reincarnation school, which roughly means that we have a good life in a wealthy family.
I have never been rejected for money from my father, but it has nothing to do with my life.
One of my parents doesn’t have home all day long and the other doesn’t care about the house. Those outstanding test-doers shouldn’t have such an experience.
My father never mentioned to me about saving tuition, but in this competitive atmosphere, I was also very nervous.
I originally thought that I studied hard in the third year of junior high school, and compared with the first year of high school, I was a pediatric department.
No one came home on the weekend, and even the National Day holiday was cut off.
The event competitions and learning tasks were sequel, so I had no chance to breathe.
If I live like this for the next three years, I will have to die.
It was finally easy to get through the end of the year, and the New Year's Day holiday and the weekend got together. There was a five-day holiday, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the final exam is approaching, at this point, I just want to rest and relax. Scholarships are hell. There are so many people in a grade, I can’t get a scholarship even if I learn to vomit blood. What’s more, my father might not want me to learn to vomit blood!
In short, no matter how my father's attitude towards me, I am already home.
Unexpectedly, the more anxious I was, the less I couldn't get home. The subway, which was always very prudent, stopped halfway as soon as I entered.
The car cabin soundtrack tells us every ten minutes to troubleshoot.
I slept in the seat for a while, with my back and back pain.
After finally waiting for the subway to move, my father called me.
The voice is amiable, and the whole person is rarely relaxed and at ease.
Why are you so slow?It was time to get home an hour ago?
Don't mention that the subway is broken and stuck in the tunnel.I was so surprised that my father rarely calls to ask about my whereabouts.
The biggest advantage of having a super busy parent is to develop super self-care ability early.
Since I went to elementary school, I have been going to and from school by myself. I should be the first child in the class to learn to read subway diagrams and schedules.
In my impression, my parents never worry that I got lost by the wrong car, or that I was abducted and kidnapped by bad people and could not go home.
It made me feel moved from time to time. It was a miracle that nothing happened when I lived so big.
Where are you stopping now?Can you come out?I'll pick you up.Dad took the initiative to suggest.
Wow, I was secretly surprised, take me home?This is the first time, and I can't help but wonder how my father lived without me.
No, the weather is so bad, don't come out.The car just started and it should be normal.I'll get home in four or five stops.
OK, Ranran, don’t delay your journey, I have a surprise for you.Dad no longer hides the smile in his voice.
What surprise?I sat upright, and my originally groggy head suddenly woke up.
Dad just smiled and knew it when he got home, Ranran!
My father's laughter warmed my heart, and he was in a good mood today.
When I came back from holiday, he said he would transfer classes and use this New Year's Day to get together.
However, my father went crazy when he worked and I didn’t have much hope for his promise.
I ran home after leaving the subway.
After the twelfth lunar month, the temperature dropped a lot. Although I was wearing a thick coat, the cold wind blew across my face and stinged slightly. Every time I exhale and inhale, it turned into white frost in the air.
The thick clouds pressed down, and the whole sky was extremely gloomy, and heavy snow was a matter of minutes.
This kind of weather is best for hiding at home and sleeping during holidays.
I opened the door excitedly, called out to my dad at the top of my throat, threw away the trolley case in my hand, took off my coat, and walked straight to the living room.
I didn't see my dad, and it was strange. I suddenly saw a cake on the dining table in the distance, and there were candles on it.
At that moment, my heart was about to melt.
This is a cake specially customized for me. Not only does it contain a photo of me and my favorite iris design, but my name is also the most prominent part of the middle.
I long remember when I last ate my birthday cake. I didn’t pay attention and tears flowed down my face.
Hey, dad suddenly appeared behind me and mumbled and pulled me into his warm arms.I thought you would like it, Ranran.
I buried my face under my father's neck and started crying in a low voice, tears filling his clothes.I like it, dad.
My father's deep eyes lit up, his body leaned forward, and his lips brushed against my forehead.
He handed me a silk jewelry box and said: Happy birthday, Ranran.
I cried even harder, but I didn't want to let go of my throat, so I could only suppress my crying and muttered: Why do I remember to celebrate my birthday?Who asked you to celebrate my birthday?Why are you celebrating my birthday?
In the past, my family never celebrated my birthday, and I had no strong wish.After all, Wei Feng and I had the same birthday, and my mother always burst into tears on this day.
I remember when we were young, we would use this day to go to the cemetery to see Wei Feng, which was a rare time for the three of us to go out together.
However, the later, my mother became more hostile to me on this day.
My father was afraid that I would be wronged, so he asked me to hide from my mother when I celebrated my birthday, and gave me some extra pocket money as a birthday gift.
Going to the cemetery to see Wei Feng became exclusive content for her father and her.
And since I met the way to the cemetery, I have been alone to see Wei Feng.
Dad held my face, wiped my tears with his sleeve, and said: I want to celebrate your birthday myself, okay?After entering high school, you rarely go home and miss you very much. Can’t you tell?
I curled my lips, and I was still crying, but I couldn't help laughing, and said angrily: I can't tell at all.
Dad hugged me and said: Hi, I will celebrate your birthday every year from now on.I felt very wronged on my birthday in the past, and I know if you don’t say it.Ranran, congratulations to Ah, I am sixteen years old today, and I am the same age as a flower.
I feel like I am already sixty years old, so I don’t really feel wronged and burst into tears and said with a smile.
Dad pushed the hair on my face behind his ears, looked at me gently, and said: Don’t be so old-fashioned, you have grown into a beautiful big girl.
The praise that came out of my mouth made my skin hot, and a heat flow was generated in my lower abdomen.
I felt my cheeks burning, and I hurriedly lowered my head to avoid his strong gaze and focused on the jewelry box.
I feel very grateful to my dad for not giving me a certain doll toy, but instead choosing a more feminine gift.
Does this mean he no longer regards him as a child?
I carefully opened the box. On the thin chain of golden enamel, there were two rose gold hexagrams, one of which was paired with a beautiful and small diamond ring.
It's so beautiful, I sincerely praised it, but I couldn't help but ask in my heart: How could you be so good at choosing jewelry?
My father helped me put my necklace on my neck and said: Search for Ah online, the hexagram is a symbol of the goddess, representing protection, blessing and peace.That's what dad hopes most.
I noticed that he did not mention the diamond ring above and felt secretly happy.
Even if I am not a jewelry expert, I know that it means full of love.
Even so, I was still a little embarrassed and deliberately sneered: Are you busy with nothing else?
What stupid things do you say? You are my daughter, and other things are important to you.Dad patted my cheek and said with a smile.
My father originally planned to take me out for dinner, but snow began to fall outside, and I was afraid of the cold and didn't want to go out.
The two of them curled up on the sofa and enjoyed my birthday cake, and my dad also opened a bottle of red wine.
I always caught my father and joined in the fun while drinking beer. I tasted white wine once in Huaquan Mountain, but I couldn't say I liked it.
This time my father was holding a glass of red wine, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust just by smelling it.
Well, weird, why did you start drinking this again?I have never seen my dad drink wine before.
Red wine can enhance metabolism, relieve fatigue, and can also resist aging and prevent aging, and promote fair and smooth skin... you will like it.Dad pointed at himself and said: I must be relieved of fatigue.
I smiled and said: I'm not sure I need to fight aging now. I like my current appearance very much: fair and smooth, and red wine can't take credit for nothing.
Even so, I tried to take a sip and it felt like swallowing a ball of fire, burning from the inside out.
I was coughing and staring at my dad. I went to Ah, this is too strong!
My father looked at me and smiled, and took the cup from me, "Don't drink it, look at you like this, obviously I don't inherit my drinking genes."
When I heard this, I immediately grabbed the cup and took a sip. The heat spread throughout my body, and I felt it would be bad if I felt it carefully.
I should gradually develop the habit of drinking, after all, this one bite can warm me up in the snowy winter.
With me, you will always warm up. Dad puts his arms around my shoulders.
My heartbeats faster. I have become accustomed to Wei Maorong's serious appearance these days.
It is rare that he is both kind and kind to me today, and he also spends time buying cakes and giving gifts. He says heartwarming words that are pleasant to the ears. It has been a long time since our father and daughter were so close.
I was a little flattered and couldn't help but look at my dad.
He was wearing a dark blue sweater, gray-black trousers today, and a very ordinary outfit.
Dad is not handsome and has a slightly thin body, but the older he is, the more masculine he is.
My round face when I was young seemed to have no edges, but now I look mature and full.
There is more sharpness in the eyes, which makes people feel a little cold and cold, but the thick lips add a little softer and the facial features are more three-dimensional.
From any perspective, they are all very charming.
You blushed, dad said.
I bit my lip and praised: I just noticed that you look so handsome.
His black eyebrows raised and blinked, so do you.
The butterfly in my chest fluttered again, thank you.
Dad leaned over and kissed my temple, you were glowing, I like to see you like this.
Because I'm very happy, even happier than I thought.
Great, so do I.
We became quiet, and there was still heavy snow outside the window, and there was no sign of stopping.
Both of them were immersed in their own world, and I couldn't help singing an old song with snowflakes. My mother and I used to sing to the musical melody of our phones.
After a while, I noticed my father's eyes climbing onto my neck.His eyes looked like he wanted to swallow me, which made me both excited and embarrassed.
What's wrong?
Your voice sounds very nice, I like your singing.
After drinking, my cheeks were a little feverish, but now my father praises me so much redder.My brain began to fly freely, this is not a good thing, because I know that the more I grow, the more I am, the more unbearable it is.
What is dad thinking?
After returning from Huaquan Mountain, his whole body became deeper and deeper, and I could no longer understand the expression on his face.
I just hope that as my mother leaves, I start to go to boarding middle school, so that he can live a relaxed and comfortable life.
You can't be too relaxed or too comfortable.
I suddenly thought of a possibility, will my father look for another wife?
Bachelors like him are the most attractive to women.
I remember that my father used to ask the nurse from the hospital to take care of his mother, and the young nurse was extremely attentive to her father.
I was too tired after the night shift, so my father flocked to him when he was looking for a designated driver.
Hi, it's almost done tonight, you have to go to bed!Dad mumbled, taking the empty cup from me.
I couldn't help but complain, but he just chuckled at me.I stood up, my head dizzy.Dad quickly put down the cup and put his hands on my crotch to stabilize me.
OK?Ranran, go and have a rest, I hope you can get better after a sleep.
My father helped me to the bathroom to wash up briefly. When he saw that I was still dizzy, he half-wrapped me and put it on the bedroom bed.
I took off my hoodie and shirt inside. The jeans were too tight, so it was my father who helped me to get out of my body.
Lying in the comfortable and warm bed, tiredness came, I stretched out and asked: Can you stay and accompany me tonight?
My father was stunned for a moment. This question was very straightforward and intimate, but it was not abrupt. I have told my father countless times since I was a child.
I reached out and grabbed my father's wrist, but Pity Xixi begged: Dad, today is my birthday. You said you want to celebrate my birthday with me... You will also accompany me tonight... OK?
I am getting more and more good at using the word 'other', and the last word can still be dragged out with a long ending sound. My father didn't say anything, but just helped me cover the quilt.
However, when I felt the mattress sinking because of his body, all the wine I had just drunk rushed to my head, and my heart beat faster.
My father was lying beside me on the quilt, and I put one hand on his neck and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
Is your birthday good?Dad asked in a low voice.
OK, it's the best!My dad is good, I have been with me for so long just to celebrate my birthday.I smiled like a flower, leaned against my father, leaned my head to my father's chest, and moved my hand to his waist, causing his body to become tense and stiff.
Go to bed, dad will celebrate your birthday with you in the future, dad said on top of my head, and at the same time, I pushed my hand away without any trace.
I closed my eyes properly, lay in his arms satisfied for a long time, and whispered: But, I want a small thing.
Maybe I was dizzy when I drank, but I decided to say it out.
What do you want?Our breaths are mixed together, filled with the spicy taste of alcohol.
I raised my head and stroked my fingers through his thorny and hard beard.
My father started to grow a beard three weeks ago after he was promoted to chief physician. He didn’t feel sloppy at all. Instead, he felt mature and charming, the kind of man I would see on the cover of the novel or on the calendar advertisement.
I bet Dr. Wei Maorong must have fascinated a lot of nurses, doctors, and patients in the hospital, and maybe there are still patients' families.
A kiss.
Dad smiled and said: I have been kissing you since you were a child.
My thumb stroked his lower lip and said, "I mean a real kiss."
Dad didn't say anything, would he reject me?
I didn't expect too much in my heart, I just wanted to say it out loud and let my father know that I love him very much and miss him very much.
We are father and daughter who depend on each other. There is no need to say much about these, but my father should know that my feelings for him have long exceeded those for father and daughter.
Dad, I have grown up and will fall in love, get married and have children with a man in the future.I will leave you soon, God, since I was in high school, I feel like I have left home.But I don’t want to leave you, and this thought makes me very sad.I didn't want to kiss other men, and I couldn't resist even a hug.I want to leave your first kiss, I hope it will be
Before I could finish speaking, my father's hot lips touched him.
I was ecstatic and felt my father's lips carefully, which were very soft and seductive.
My heart pounded in my chest like a bunch of butterflies dancing inside.
This was the first time my father took the initiative to kiss me, not his forehead, not his cheeks, not his hands and feet, but it fell on my lips.
It was very short and pure, far from the filthy desire in my mind.
I guess my dad kissed me not because he was drunk, but because he finally let go of the devil in his heart under the influence of alcohol.
When I realized that my father was about to withdraw, I didn't want to end so soon.
I pushed the quilt away, raised my body and threw myself to my father's chest, hugged his head uncontrollably, fingered through his hair hanging down on his forehead, twisting my body to urge him to continue kissing me.
My father's body was stiff and his hot breath lingered among our faces.
Maybe it was in the quiet and private space of the late night that I became indulgent and bold.
I grabbed one of my father's hand and put it on my waist. My father unconsciously rubbed it, and his clothes rolled up as he moved until his big hands touched the smooth and tender skin.
The two of them gradually became heavier, and with a moan, my father obeyed me.
One hand held my chin and pulled it down forcefully, making my mouth open.
I let out a moan of surprise as his wet tongue rubbed across my mouth.
It may feel strange, but I like it very much.
We were like kissing for a few hours, and I became more and more excited, almost putting each other's tongues and gasps into my mouth.
Dad grabbed my waist and pushed my vest toward my chest impatiently.
I guided his hand and threw the small vest away from his body to the side.
The skin was exposed in the air, and the undulating breasts swayed slightly in the bra, revealing the shallow cleavage.
My father's hand slid to my shoulders, hooked the bra strap and gradually slid down, supporting his straight and white breasts.
Dad gasped and looked at my chest, his nipples standing upright under his gaze.
When his fingertips touched my breasts, I felt like an electric current was flowing all over my body, and I raised my chest and put it in my father's hand.
He pressed me under his body, rubbed my tender breasts with both hands, and stirred my warm and moist lips and tongue in my mouth.
I was so angry that I was kissed that I had to twist my head and breathe rapidly.
My father did not stop, but went down along my lips, and loosened his breasts and rubbed them along my spine until he stopped on his butts and kneaded them tightly.
He buried his head in my chest and chewed and sucked, not like my dear father but a man full of desire.
Dad stepped up the weight and his teeth bit my rosy nipples.The numb feeling was stirred by him, and it scratched my heart like a cat's claw.
Dad... My throat couldn't help but feel emotional and sweet moans. I grabbed his head tightly, raised my legs tremblingly to clamp my father's body, and at the same time twisted my buttocks, pressing against the hot and hard object between my father's legs, hoping that he knew that my body was already wet.
As it turned out, the saying "Dad" was extremely wrong. When I plucked up the courage to touch it with one hand, he stopped me as soon as I reached my waist.
My father turned over and left me with a shiver. I felt a chill in my chest, and then the quilt covered my body.
Ranran, Dad made a hoarse sound at my lips.Enough, you get your birthday wish.It's time to go to bed.
My dad's tone was filled with guilt and guilt, and I didn't want him to feel guilty.
I could roughly guess what my dad wanted to say, but I didn't want to listen.
There are only two of us here, and what we do is not hurting anyone, and no one is qualified to blame.
Ranran, you just said that you will soon become an adult and will have your own life.You need to understand one thing, even if you like it, if there is no result, you should get out early instead of indulging in it.Dad will always be your dad, I will always love you, I will be your eternal relative...
Sure enough, this is the same thing. Who put her tongue into my mouth just now?Who took off my clothes?Who opened his mouth to eat my breasts?Why is this person so fickle?
Dad, please, I pounce on him and want to kiss him again.
Dad turned his face, sat up and said: No, go to bed now.
I don’t know where the courage I got. For the first time in my life, I ignored my father’s strict and serious authority appearance and reached out to press his crotch.
Dad's pants were loose and I could easily grab his erection.
It was already standing up there, and the scene of Dad sitting by the bed masturbating flashed in his mind again. I hope Dad let me touch him like he was touching himself.
Oh shit!Dad roared: What are you doing, Ranran!I am your dad!
He took my hand away from his crotch and shook it aside, my self-esteem and confidence were instantly shattered, but still not scared, reaching out to grab his erection again.
Dad held my arm and dragged me to his legs, his hard erection poking into my ribs.
I screamed, and before I could come back to my senses, a slap had already slapped my butt, and I screamed again, this time even louder.
Dad--I shook my body hard and tried to break free, but Dad ignored me and firmly held me strongly.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Three more solid slaps.
I burst into tears, and I have never been beaten since I was seven.Dad didn't say anything, threw me back to the bed and strode out of the room.
I cried until I fainted.
I woke up in a drowsy mood and it took me a while to realize that it was my first day at the age of sixteen.I didn't have any energy in my body, and I lay on the bed without moving. After a while, I fell asleep again.
I know that my behavior is too excessive, and it is light to be unpretentious and self-respectful. To put it bluntly, I am simply shameless and lewd.
However, I just couldn't help but want to get close to and possess my father.
He is the person I trust and rely on most in my life. I admire him and like him, and only my father is in my eyes.
This feeling became stronger and stronger during the growth process, and gradually deteriorated and expanded uncontrollably, like drugs. Once it is infected, it will be deeply trapped in it. Even though you know that it is burned, you can't help it.
I can't escape, and a normal father-daughter relationship cannot be reset like a machine. I can only move forward in distress and uneasy, becoming more and more self-blame and silent.
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