Accidental Incest Stories Novels & Stories

She shook her head frantically as if trying to shake off the image. “Then why are you blushing?” Lucy leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. “You slept with him, didn’t you?” Rachel covered her face with both hands. “It was an accident,” she mumbled into her palms. Lucy gasped dramatically, sitting up straighter. “What? How?!” Rachel’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That night, at the party, we were both drunk and...” she trailed off, her cheeks flaming. “Oh my God. So you’re not a virgin anymore?” Lucy teased, wiggling her eyebrows like a cartoon villain.

Like I had something to hide. “No,” I said louder now, panicking. “She’s lying! I didn’t say those things! I didn’t even know it was his sperm, Ruby, this is not how friends treat friends.” “Friends does not betray friends but how you didn’t only just betray me but you are getting me accused for what I knew innocent of.” “You’re just making excuses now,” Dorian stepbrother scoffed. “How convenient that you suddenly ‘didn’t know.’ You signed the papers with her, Candice. You paid her. You got pregnant. And now what—suddenly you’re innocent?”

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

NEW STORY TITLE: ANVIL This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Author's Notes: Anvil is a walk down a path strictly forbidden by 'polite' society. Incest. Few taboos are more reviled, and those who succumb to the trap of its feverish desires, face being judged and damned by those who uncover their 'sin'. Shunning is the smallest consequence of being exposed. The story revolves around two damaged souls who suffered through the absence of love when it was needed most, then were betrayed in the most horrifying ways by those entrusted to nurture and cherish them.

Later, when I was alone in my dorm, the memory played on repeat. Bug. The way he said it—light, casual, but almost careful too. Like he was testing the waters. I pressed my pillow over my face, groaning, trying to smother the sound in my head. But it was too late. The floodgates had cracked. Images tumbled back whether I wanted them or not. Sneaking into the kitchen at midnight. Splitting candy bars down the middle. Him calling me Bug after I stomped on a spider for him in the backyard, insisting I was braver than he’d ever be.

So I denied myself for years. But desire had a way of slipping through cracks. When I grew older, I stopped being able to hold everything down. I would sneak out to brothels, slip into rented back rooms in private clubs… places where names didn’t matter and money bought silence. Sometimes I paid extra just to be certain the men I fucked kept their mouths shut. It was pathetic, maybe even sad, but it was the only way I knew how to breathe without setting my entire life on fire. And then I met Hunter. It happened at a club where men like us sometimes went to escape the world. He glowed under violet lights, unguarded in a way I had never once seen him before, and I was mesmerized.

Had this nasty girl really been fucking her brother for close two decades? Because of our situation I had at one time done some research into the subject of "Keeping it in the family" so to speak, and had discovered most instances of incest did occur at younger ages than Mark and I were, but very rarely lasted more than a few months and often were once or twice situations. Hell Mark and I had outlasted most marriages. Then again I thought how many couples can say that after twenty years the sex was even better? My brother and I were living proof that although love may not stand the test of time, sin is forever.

She had visions of herself crouching over her brother and stabbing herself, or of herself hunching over the couch and having that monster shoved into her sticky pussy from behind. However, I can't! she yelled in her head. Such ideas won't occur to me when my brother is around! What are we doing, Jesus? How did she allow things to reach this point? Before her incestuous thoughts drove her insane, she had to take action to diffuse the situation.

He stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes fixed on a spot on my collarbone. It was a single mole, my only birthmark. It was in an odd spot, usually hidden by my clothes, but visible when I wore a lower-cut top. “That mark on your collarbone… it’s very distinct,” Alessandro said suddenly. His voice was laced with an unnerving familiarity, completely different from the stoic man who had been listening to my report. Panic seized me. I had sent Rex a picture showing my collarbone once. He’d replied, I want to kiss that mole while you’re screaming my name.