All Chapters of Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

"Yeah, so I kept thinking about it, and it made me upset and...and frustrated. I kept imagining you doing...things...to girls you knew, and it made me so angry. I wanted to slap you and then...well..."Ashley blushed again. We'd crossed a lot of lines today, but it was still hard to talk about a lot of it."That's...weird, Ashley.""What, being jealous? I know, but...I mean...don't we both have the same feelings for each other?""No, I meant what Mom was doing. I mean, was she like, proud or disappointed in me or what?""She never judged you for it, but I got the impression that she didn't approve...but really, I don't know. Whenever I got mad she'd just smirk at me...like she knew something I didn't...""Maybe she did. Maybe she was trying to make you jealous...""You're not saying that she wanted us to get together?""I'm not saying anything, just that I can't think of another explanation. Can we change the subject?"Ashley laughed."Aw, is big brother embarrassed?""Yeah, I am, and

"I think they're done for the night, but they'll be back tomorrow evening. If we can't figure out a way out, I'm going to them. I won't let you die for me."I didn't argue. I knew there was no point."Wait," she said, in a very different tone, her eyes wide in surprise, but there was...hope? I didn't understand, nothing had changed."What? Have you thought of a way out?""No...and it might be nothing...but the package.""The what?""The one mom gave me, remember? She said if anything went wrong while they were gone, I should open it and read it."I doubted that it would have any insight into this particular problem, but Ashley wasn't talking about wandering off in the woods to get killed or worse by monsters, so I wasn't going to argue. Instead, I followed her up to her room. She might have been scared, but she wasn't hesitating. She took the thick envelope out of her nightstand and tore it open. A book, almost the size of a composition notebook, fell out onto her bed."Look how old i

To my surprise, Rachel was much more agreeable than I thought she would be. After we all spoke together, She and mother spoke in private, most likely praying. Rachel returned to the hearth, blushing, but smiling at me, if somewhat sadly. I saw her then as if for the first time and a great and profane hunger woke in me. She is well-rounded and heavy in hip and breast. I would blame the Ancients for this new lust, but I know that would be a lie. Now that it was likely I welcomed the opportunity to lay with my fair sister. She is beautiful, sweet, and submissive. What else could a man ask for in a wife?I feel a monster for this consideration, but I knew that it was both desirable and necessary.Now I must be explicit. Any who read this will be descendants of ours, and they must know what is to be done. Even if it shocks them. To me what happened may have been unnatural, but I would be a liar if I said that I did not enjoy and welcome it.We went to the rock that night. There was no reas

Ashley stepped back then, and I almost cried out in frustration. But she slipped the shift of her shoulders, and let it slowly drift down her body, exposing her perfect form to me, as if for the first time. She cocked one hip, and it was without any doubt the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I thought she was teasing me, but I realized then that she was afraid. This was her first time, with any man, and the need in my eyes must have been frightening to her as well. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I couldn't rid myself of the pain, so I let it be. I held my hand out to her, inviting, not demanding her. She smiled then, and even in the light of those goddamned eyes, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.I stood. I didn't have to, not really, but I wanted to show Ash that I was ok. It was just pain. It wasn't death, and it certainly was far better than what happened to Margaret. I would bear it for her. I would bear anything for her. I pulled my shorts off and stepped ou

A missing mother brings a daughter and her father closer...NB: The following story has themes of incest, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. This is purely for entertainment only.Enjoy reading..************Messages in Bottles==================I was ten when my mother went missing.I remember the entire day, the week, the month, with dreadful clarity. Mom had it marked on the calendar as "Our First Dateversary," one of many minor days that she celebrated with my father. I guess it was her way of keeping the romance alive.I wish I could forget much of it but I cannot, even with the help of time and distance. It started in the afternoon. It was unseasonably hot for the fall, even for the coast of North Carolina. There had been storms the previous day, and they'd left a thick humidity that made me feel sticky and uncomfortable. All I wanted as I walked home from school was a big glass of water and our air-conditioning, but the door was locked, and no-one answ