Child-in-law (enter with caution)

(1) Only by believing in love can love stories happen. This is my story with my little baby and Preeti. Xiaobaby is my late Wife, and Preeti is the eldest daughter Xiaobaby gave me. Xiaobaby is my deceased Wife, and Preeti is the eldest daughter Xiaobaby gave me. They are the loves of my life. We had a shallow relationship and spent ten years together. The other one, her mother in heaven wishes her to grow old with me and have children and grandchildren around us. Preeti proposed to marry me on her tenth birthday because my mother and I were both ten when we got married. I promised her that I would make this wedding more elegant than when I married her mother. When I was just starting out, I didn’t have much money in my pocket, but now. I want my daughter to be a little bride who is loved by thousands of people. The wedding date was approaching, and Preeti spent all her time with me at night preparing for her dowry. She put her Brothers and sisters who were about to become her children to bed, turned on the light, and sewed her bridal dress with her own hands, stitch by stitch. She learned the craftSManship from her mother. She occasionally looked over and I sat on the bed looking at the ground. She looked at me shyly and lowered her head. She knew in her heart how much her husband-to-be, her father, was looking forward to living as a couple with her on that bed. Now that she is betrothed to her father and the wedding day has been chosen, if her father gives her a wink or wave, she will immediately put down her needlework, come to his bedside, and give him what he needs. But her father I didn't do that and endured my urgent desire for her petite body, which I never hid from her. Under the light, her eyes showed the innocence and frankness of a little girl, and her longing for married life was written on her face. She knew she was luckier than other girls waiting to be married. Her playmates, classmates at School, and many girls in the village knew that they were betrothed, and none of them were happy. When I got married, I would either cry loudly or hold back my tears. But her heart was solid and stable. She knew she wanted to marry her father two years ago, and her husband's Family was her father's Family where she grew up. She doesn't understand things between men and women yet, and her mother has already told her that her father has taken a fancy to her. She is engaged and her husband has the right to have sex with her, but he has said many times that he is willing to wait until marriage is consummated, which is the big day that we are eagerly awaiting. Preeti, my little bride, an innocent, lovely girl who loves me wholeheartedly. How could I not fall in love with her. It seems that I have been in love with Preeti since she was born. Her dark eyes attracted me. When she was six years old, her Wife fell ill, and she actually took on the role of an adult, taking care of her younger siblings and the Family. My Wife stayed in the hospital bed for two years and then left us. After I lost my Wife, many people helped me find a match. There was a young girl in the village who was willing to marry me because I had three children, but I declined. They couldn't understand how I, a widower, lived with three children. What they didn't know was that his late Wife had a last wish. When she was dying, she called my daughter and me to her bedside. Her weak hands grabbed Preeti's hand with one hand and mine with the other. They put them together and asked us to hold them in front of her and promise her to love Purity in the future. Litty, as much as I love her. He also told his daughter that he would love me as much as she loves me from now on. She repeatedlyShe ordered that no other woman should be the stepmother of her children except Preeti. Because the stepmother will prefer her own children and treat less favorably those born by her ex-Wife. She believed that only Preeti would love her children like a real mother. She also called Preeti's younger siblings over, stood beside her bed, and told them that after her death, they should listen to their eldest sister, just like her mother. We shed tears and support her remaining children according to her wishes. She heard it, felt relieved, and passed away. Preeti is my daughter, but she falls in love without knowing it. I believe in love, it cannot be explained by reason. Love does not need to be matched by people, nor does it need to be communicated with words, because words cannot describe one ten thousandth of it. Love pulled both parties together, bursting out with irresistible power and bringing Preeti and I to the marriage bed. It was destined by God that I fell in love with Preeti before she was sensible. There's no way to explain why I'm obsessed with her. One day, she was playing with her siblings and I watched her. She turned around and met my eyes. At that moment, her watery eyes seemed to understand that I was looking at him with a strange look, and she expressed approval in her heart. While her mother was ill, she played the role of the woman in the Family and never complained. As soon as she sees me nodding my head in approval to her, the tiredness on her childish face immediately fades, and an innocent SMile appears, passing through my chest and staying deep in my heart. I can't keep my eyes off her figure. If I don't see her for a long time, I will fall into a bottomless pit. I was attracted by Preeti's every move, and the ups and downs of my mood were all seen in my late Wife's eyes and in her heart. No one understands my heart better than her, because when she was six or seven years old, and I was ten years older than her, I was equally touched by her SMile.二) The little baby is the granddaughter of my eldest uncle and the youngest daughter of my eldest Brother. I saw her born and grew up with her. I am her youngest uncle, ten years older than her. My parents died young and my eldest uncle adopted me. When she was six years old, she and her Brothers were playing in the river, while I was herding sheep just a stone's throw away. Looking over, the little baby and the boy were naked, splashing water on each other. Suddenly I heard her crying loudly. She didn't bother to get dressed. She ran over to me and said that there was a crocodile biting her in the river. I picked her up, comforted her, and told her, don't be afraid, there are no crocodiles in the river. She didn't believe it. I held her in my arms and walked to the river to see. Her older Brother and younger brother were laughing in the water, it turned out to be their prank. I drove the boy away, leaving the little baby to play in the water, and I guarded her. She burst into tears and laughed, playing in the water, and when she got up, she splashed water on me. Where the water splashed, I saw a cute and lovely person. From then on, I called her baby. Soon after I came of age, my uncle handed me back the property left by my late father. I no longer want to live under someone else's roof and go out to conquer the world. Before leaving Home, the little baby told me with two lines of tears that he couldn't bear to leave me. I wiped away her tears, hugged her and said, I will come back soon and tell my eldest Brother to marry her. She followed me to the entrance of the village and said goodbye reluctantly. I was eighTeen years old, and when she was eight years old, she asked for marriage with a considerable betrothal gift. The eldest Brother said, considering that the baby is still young,I'm afraid I can't cope with sexual intercourse. We agreed to get married in two years. The little baby and her older Brothers hid behind the curtains and peeked. When he heard that his uncle was coming back to marry her, he teased her and pushed her forward. She fell out from behind the curtain and fell to the ground, crying loudly. Everyone present could not stop laughing. I hugged the little baby, kissed her on the cheek, and told the elders here that she was my little baby, and I would make her the happiest Wife. For two years, I went to see her when I had time. The little baby's older Brothers followed us from a distance, peering at us curiously. I took her to the river, and she took off her clothes like a boy, caught fish naked, and swam. I sat on the shore, looking after her clothes, and guarding her. She told me that she would never play in the water with boys again. From the day of the engagement, I was the only one to see her naked body. The wedding day has arrived. After not seeing each other for two months, she became timid. I lifted her head and she lowered her head, becoming afraid of me, like all young brides. I told her, don't be afraid, you are my Wife. I love you. Ask her again do you love me? She said in a stronger tone, I have loved you since I was a child and have always loved you. There was still some innocence in her words. I took off the dress that was wrapped around her, held her in my arms, and kissed her. I took a closer look at her petite body and saw that her breasts were slightly swollen. Licking the two little red beans with the tip of her tongue, she shook them. The little baby closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at my body. I put her on my lap, and my erect manhood was like a rod, pressing against her ass. She huddled in my arms, trembling. I comforted her again and said, don't be afraid of it. You will love that thing later and you can't live without it. He nodded to show he understood. There are two bottles of divine oil placed beside the pillow, which were given to her by her mother. Give one bottle to your husband and apply it externally, and the male root will become as strong as diamond. Use a bottle for yourself and apply it internally, and your Vagina will become more flexible and stronger. I said to the little baby, save the male bottle of oil. The little baby didn't know how to apply oil. She dipped her little finger in the oil and SMeared the SMooth mons pubis until it was shiny. I did it for her and inserted my finger into her Vagina to measure the depth. I have to be very considerate when inserting. After the glans is inserted, I know it well and push the penis in inch by inch. The little baby bit his lip to bear the pain of the broken wall. Although the magic oil is very effective, it can only lubricate the Vagina and reduce the pain of insertion, but it cannot make the duct larger. The little baby really couldn't tolerate me. Halfway through, the little baby's face tensed up in pain. I kissed her gently on the mouth and coaxed her to take her to the river for a swim. What you have to do now is hold me. She did as I asked. I slowly pulled out and rubbed my glans on her unruffled labia minora. She opened her eyes wide. She closed again as I sank again. Go back and forth several times, a little more quickly each time. When I poured all my raging sexual desire into her, her tears fell on Tutu's face. "You're in pain!" I held her like a child and comforted her. She shook her head and said it didn't hurt. You make me so happy. I knew that those were the words her mother taught her to please her husband on their wedding night. The days after marriage are very happy. The little baby learned to do housework and become a Prostitute in her parents' Home for two years.I love her like a jewel. We had frequent sex, sharing the same bed with the baby, and couldn't sleep without having sex. The little baby's body is growing up with my caress and kisses. I saw with my own eyes that her nipples gradually swelled into a SMall mound with her breasts. The breasts and areola appeared, and the nipples became hard when I accidentally touched them. The mons pubis bulges, the labia majora become thicker, the Vagina gradually feels wider and deeper when inserted, and the vaginal wall becomes soft and elastic. One night two years after our marriage, she whispered in my ear: Here we come. I carried her to the Bathroom, took off her clothes, and put her in the bathtub. I kissed her, caressed her, soaped her up, and especially washed her lower body. The curly pubic hair is sparse and covers the opening and closing of the labia. The contours of her body were revealed, and she gently moved on the emerging curves of her body, like the hands of a potter, shaping the raw body. Seeing the girlish outline of her wet naked body, and reCalling the naked body that looked like a little boy's appearance in the river, I fell in love with her then, and I love her even more today. Shortly after menarche, we resumed having sex. She asked me to try putting the whole stick inside. Her Vagina was open, taking me in, and her Vagina was tight, covering my glans. I hugged her tightly, held her little butt, raised her waist and pushed. I heard my little baby couldn't control it and pressed her face against my chest. I whimpered. The sweet sound of the little baby crying for bed really made me ecstasy. The little baby closed his legs and kept my seed in the womb. A year later, Preeti was born. (3) As the father, I can make the final decision on Preeti’s marriage, and her mother has also given instructions. The mourning period was over, and it was natural to marry her. However, when a daughter marries her father, people will criticize her father for being selfish and domineering and dominating his daughter. Preeti and I talked about marriage, and she shyly said she would like to be my Wife. However, I told her that even if we haven’t gotten married for a day, she is still my daughter, and I have the responsibility to think about my daughter’s future happiness. Once she becomes my Wife, she will be my younger brother's new mother. Although she has taken care of them like their mother, she is two years older than her sister and three years older than her Brother. It is another thing to teach them to be willing to change their name to sister as their mother. It is difficult to be a stepmother at such a young age, and to be the stepmother of one’s own younger siblings! Preeti doesn’t mind what her siblings call her. I told her, you really still don’t understand. You need to talk to them about their feelings, especially your sister, who is only two years younger than you. The even more unbearable change is that overnight, your father becomes your husband, and you become the mistress of the Family. She saw her father naked, slept with him, and bore him children. You look at dad, I am your husband. do you really like me? Be the mother of my children? Preeti said to me that when she saw how loving I was with my mother, she knew that I was a good husband and could be trusted with her for life. And seeing how I love and care for her and my siblings, I knew that I would be a good father to her children. Even though Preeti repeatedly stated that she wanted to marry me immediately, village girls can get married at the age of eight, and she was almost nine years old. But I said, there is no rush, the wedding date will be decided later. Ordered with my daughterAfter getting married, I felt at ease. Under the same roof, find her without any deviant behavior. Preeti still slept with her siblings, but I slept alone. I kept thinking about her at night. I looked over to where she was sleeping, and she looked over to me, missing me. A Family of four, continue to live. Go on an outing together and go to the market. Preeti decides what the Family will eat and wear. Preeti is skilled in making female celebrities. She is skilled in needlework, knitting, and embroidery. Admiration grows quietly. Both Preeti and I enjoyed the moments of being alone together. When we were walking on the mountain trails, I held her hand. It was not the feeling of a father dragging his daughter to look after him, but the intimacy between a man and a woman.

Sometimes I will take her alone to the city to visit companies and watch movies, specifically choosing love stories to watch. In scenes where the protagonists are telling each other love songs, hugging, kissing, caressing and Making Love, Preeti will be next to me and I will put my arm around her shoulders, like a couple. Preeti loves to look at the window display posted in a photo studio, and the Western-style wedding photos of the bride attract her. I promised her that I would take a photo with her on that day, and my younger siblings would be the flower girls. One day, we were hiking up a mountain to look around the village where we lived. Preeti had been sitting next to me, leaning on my arm, and kept silent the whole day. I looked at her, she had the childlike face of a young girl in full bloom. I asked her what she was thinking about? She said she didn't think about anything? I asked, do you miss dad? She remained silent and blushed. She closed her eyes and let the breeze kiss her face. I picked her up and let her sit on my lap. Her petite body was buried in my arms. I thought about her for a long time. My daughter is my fiancée and is about to get married, why haven’t I kissed her yet? Finally, he pushed away the siblings beside her and gave her her first kiss on her moist little mouth. Preeti kissed me back and said, girls in the same village don’t believe in love, and men who marry them as wives don’t fall in love. But now she believes it. Marrying my dad was not just a matter of adult responsibility, but also because my dad loved me. Therefore, we use kissing to express love, not as a father-daughter kiss, but to cultivate lust. The deeper the kiss became, the desire to kiss her always stirred in my chest. Even in front of her younger siblings, I couldn't help but have this intimate gesture. The Brother opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth. Yes, we have love. Even my siblings believe it. One night, we kissed so passionately that Preeti's fragrant breath blew on my face. I put her on my bed and didn't want to separate. I opened her clothes, exposed her shoulders, and kissed her delicate skin. In a flash, I woke up. We are not married yet, we are still father and daughter. I got up and moved her back to the bed she shared with her siblings. My desire for her has reached the critical point. I dug out my heart and told my daughter, "Give me a day." (4) I declare that on the day my daughter turns ten, I will adopt her as my stepmother. In our ethnic group, marriage between close relatives is not a taboo. The little baby is my niece, and I have a distant cousin who married her nephew. Marriages across generations are rare and only require the consent of both parents. The marriage between my daughter and I isThe union of close relatives turns out to be a bit unconventional. The intimate behavior between my daughter and I has become a legend among the villagers. As soon as the topic of marrying her was brought up, there was an uproar. Please bring out the elders to resolve the matter. The elder initially said that a father-daughter marriage was against ethics. In his memory, there was no such precedent among his tribe. However, he thought about it again and said that the father had the right to marry his daughter to wHomever he wanted. The ancestral teachings and classics prohibit fornication and marriage, and do not prohibit marriage between close relatives. I prepared a grand wedding banquet and invited folks from far and near to the banquet. When the auspicious day came, the wedding was held in the temple and the elders were invited to bless it. Preeti, wearing her handmade bridal gown, knelt with me before the elders and gods. The elders prayed and sprinkled holy water to cleanse me from my sins. The youngest son and daughter scattered flower petals, and relatives and friends congratulated one by one. My Brother-in-law and Preeti’s grandparents also came and recognized Preeti as their daughter. I bowed, and Priti kowtowed, and the ceremony was completed. Then comes the ten-day wedding banquet. After the wedding banquet on the first night, I got my Brothers from the same village half-drunk and sent me to my new house. They asked me to kiss my little bride twenty times. Preeti dodged around and only allowed me to kiss her little mouth through the veil. They begged my Brothers to spare my daughter before they were willing to leave. go. The bridal chamber returned to tranquility, and my bride, her daughter, sat on the wedding bed shyly, her head lowered, waiting. The bed is covered with flower petals, emitting fragrance. There were two bottles of sacred oil placed next to the pillow, gifts from her grandparents. I sat next to Preeti on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding. I married her, and this was the day we had sex together. I feel troubled in my heart. Yesterday I was my daughter, but tonight I am my Wife. The skin-to-skin relationship and the joy of fish and water with his biological daughter have always only existed in imagination. Turning imagination into reality, I have one more drink in my new house. Preeti, with her head still hanging down, was waiting quietly for me to get close to her and lift up her red headband. She had pricked the rust with her own hands and the patterns were designed by her. They are all symbols of harmony between husband and Wife and the auspicious symbol of hundreds of children and grandchildren. The head cover covers her familiar face of my daughter. The dress wrapped around her body that was about to be joined to mine. I haven't seen her naked since I was seven years old. This is a girl’s sexual awakening. I can only use my imagination to describe the shape of her naked body. That would be what I want to see day and night. It is rare in the world for a little girl to become her father's stepmother in her green years. I am a lucky one and God has blessed me. I believe in destiny. If not, Preeti and I would not fall in love, and the little baby would not be able to accomplish this good thing. The love between Preeti and I is the meeting and understanding of two souls who are not equal. There is no coercion, I just guard her silently and love her. At first, I took care of her like a father, and then I fell in love with her like a Lover, waiting for her to place her love on me. Leave other people's gossip behind, as long as we live together forever. Tonight, she and I flew across the gap between father and daughter, picking the love flowers we planted and tasting the fruits of love we planted together. It was late at night. She had been waiting all night and was tired. She covered her mouth and yawned. She couldn't wait any longer, so she opened her head and revealed half of her playful little face to peek at the new guy sitting next to her.Lang. She raised her head, her big and affectionate eyes sucked me in, and pulled me in. My mouth fell and met her lips. There is no psychological barrier that prevents our father and daughter from kissing. I could kiss her and caress her at the same time. Kissing her, I took off the layers of clothes covering her body. There were some buckles on her skirt, and I was in a hurry and couldn't untie them. Or the father untied his daughter's clothes and turned her into his Wife. There were one or two difficult problems to solve. Fortunately, the case Brother did not have this problem. It was the alcohol that made my limbs clumsy, or maybe I was too anxious. Priti saw that I was trying to pull a turtle and had no way to start, so she ducked away from my embrace. With two or three movements of her SMall fingers, she took off all the layers of dress, leaving her naked body in front of me. She was SMeared with ointment and gleamed. Wearing a heavenly lock collar made of gold, the key to unlocking the lock is in my hand. A SMall gold ring was nailed to her belly button, creating a charming waist. With a petite and exquisite body and SMall breasts, there are two delicate red beans. She is really like "thousands of green branches with a little red, and there is no need for too many moving spring flowers." Beautiful! She slowly lay on the petals, her SMooth and white Vagina, and the mystery was that under the cover of her tightly closed thighs, a SMall crack was vaguely exposed, which was the place to break into her Virginity and have intercourse with her. . I gave her a pair of labia denim, but she shouldn't wear them on the first night. I told her it was for our convenience. Preeti opened her thighs and allowed me to use the tip of my tongue to pry the two slightly open doors, and the fresh labia opened. I applied magic oil to her Vagina and labia, but she didn't ask me what I was doing. The sacred oil emits a strange fragrance, and in addition to being a lubricating oil, it is also an aphrodisiac. Preeti dodged left and right, avoiding my kiss on her body, and helped me undress and untie her belt. The Underwear was removed and my penis thrust out towards her, approaching her. I thought it would scare her. But she was calm, looked up at me, and asked me to kiss her enough. I hugged her and hid her in my arms. There is a fire flowing in our hearts, ready to spurt out and burn our bodies. Her big, blurred eyes seemed to be staring at me, seemingly open and closed. I asked her if she was afraid? She said a little bit. I asked her if she wanted it? She answered me expectantly, she was ready. I laid her flat on the bed, covered her with my body, held my long and thick penis, and carefully rubbed her labia with the glans. I asked her to dip into the bottle of male oil and apply some on that hard meat cup. She held it with her little gloves and applied it back and forth several times, giving me a chill that spread all over my body, matching the restlessness in my heart and burning my whole body. My cock responded quickly, as hard as steel and as sensitive as a needle. I fell down and went deeper. Half of my cock was easily in place and became one with my little bride. She just snorted. My penis was very sensitive to explore the reaction and reception of the fleshy walls of Preeti's Vagina, her pain and excitement. I held her SMall buttocks, and she arched her waist to cooperate. I then spurred my horse forward and sprinted, but she bit her lip tightly, not daring to cry out in pain. I told her, don’t be shy, just scream and confess your desire. This is a way for a woman to let her man know whether she wants him or not. Then, the whining sounds on the wedding bed gradually turned into gasping,And the moans coming out of her throat. Full of love and joy, I said to my daughter, Preeti, my daughter and my beloved Wife. My Wife, who is as pure as jade, is still connected to my body, hiding her shy face in my arms, Calling my name, saying, that's it, have you become my husband? Yes, our love story will continue, envying many fathers, daughters and couples in the world. While the days when my little Wife Preeti could become pregnant were still far away, every night was a good night for sexual intercourse.