Books With Incest Novels & Stories

His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow. While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest. God, this man was lethal. Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing. A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

But his eyes looked wild, like he was losing control. One evening I found something that shattered everything. While waiting for him in his study, I opened a small locked drawer he forgot to close properly. Inside were letters. Old ones. From other girls. Women he had "mentored" before me. One of them wrote about how he ruined her life, got her pregnant and then abandoned her when she wanted to tell the church. Another said she still woke up craving him even after she ran away. My hands shook as I read them. He had done this before. I was not special. I was just the latest one.

“Come on, give me all the erotica you have. How else am I going to learn about these things? And if it’s a tragic, erotical romance. It’d be a chef kiss.” Izumi shook her head, “yeah. Yeah. Sure. Wait a minute.” I was left all alone in that enormous library with thousands of books. In the past, I never read a book, but I feel like I should read a little. I was definitely not reading erotica because Bea taught me those things in the brothel way too well. Maybe something related to our pack and its history. I strolled through the shelves, looking for a book title that could intrigue me. Most of the books were on the rules and history of formation of those rules which weren’t appealing at all.

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Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

His breath now fanned my cheeks as he inched a little closer as if assessing me. Then I did something I couldn't believe I would ever do, something that I had only seen work in books and movies. I licked my lips, slowly, sexually, in a way that was meant to convey my want. His eyes darkened, a low groan erupting from his chest as my nipples hardened beneath my shirt in anticipation. I felt my bins getting giddy...I knew I was going to hate myself for this but a man as hot and sexy as Dante? Can only be seen in books and movies and if I don't get to survive all of this, I can at least die with a satisfied pussy.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

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.

I told her exactly what happened the day Alvin called and how I hated to see her crying and well, she knew the rest. We stop talking and start really fucking. The air mattress is making squishing sounds, as I again drive my cock deep inside my step-sister 's insatiable young pussy. I kiss her, intertwining my tongue with hers, inside her mouth. We hold on to each other and rock our bodies together in a euphoric trance that obliterates everything, except our frantic need to drench ourselves in our incestuous lovemaking.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.