Bro Sis Incest Novels & Stories

The only difference is that Grayson is younger and cuter while Bastian is older and his features are rougher, "Can I kiss you?" "What?!” he asks, leaning back and dropping his arm, "No f-...that’s not... we are-... I'm basically your uncle, you can't ask me that. It would be a sin." A sin? I’m not even religious. "We're not related in any way, our blood couldn't be more different. Besides, even if you were my uncle, it wouldn't be a sin because incest only counts as a real sin when you have sexual encounters with your immediate family, your parents or your siblings. And that's not the case, not even the hypothetical one.”

He shrugged, and another laughter erupted in the air. Kelvin was not opposing this time, and that was because she wasn’t a real mother, and he was so hurt. He had been craving to taste her, it would be a win for him. He was going to die, so it was okay for him to die with the heavenly feel of fucking her pussy, but he wasn’t acting like it. He rather had a look that seemed really pathetic. Rita’s heart ripped in pain. Her brother would be taking her mother? The same dick that pleasured her? She was into her step-brother, and she had made the first move. They had been practicing incest and tagging along with the fact that they were step-siblings.

Allu, a 19-year-old young man, lived in a peculiar household where the rules of society did not apply. In this modern house, incest was not only accepted but encouraged. Brothers could fuck their sisters, fathers could fuck their daughters, and mothers could fuck their sons. It was a world of constant sexual depravity, where everyone fucked everyone else in public without a shred of shame. Allu had always been a bit of a rebel, even in this sexually liberated environment. He was prone to fits of anger and would often lash out at his family members, particularly his sisters. One day, after a particularly heated argument with his eldest sister, Allu snapped.

Max's voice slices through me, and when I quickly look from my friends I'm having a conversation with to him, his face is in a deep red I can only describe as anger. And before my brain can process anything, Max connects his fist to Clinton's jaw and his boot collides with Clinton's face when Clinton falls to the ground. Few men and boys that are present rush to interfere, while Sarah is crying as he holds on her brother who is rendering several punches on his best friend's face. What the hell is going on? I push myself away from my friends and start walking to where the little crowd had gathered, and I see John following me. "You were my friend! How could you smash my little sister behind m

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

I wanted my husband's brother's dick. Yes, you heard right. I so badly wanted to feel my husband's young brother's dick in my pussy. Again, yes, I know what you're thinking. Your husband's brother? Have you lost your mind? A few weeks ago I would agree with you, totally. I would say that's insane and incest. Actually, a few months ago I would puke at my own thoughts. But right now, right here, watching him work out, the sweat dripping down his abs, god it hurt my pussy so bad I had to close my legs tighter.

"Because she and Amber are sorority sisters. And because I dated Vanessa too, briefly. If they compared notes..." "They'd realize you have a type. And that I fit it." We stared at each other, the full scope of our situation dawning. We weren't fighting one vindictive ex. We were fighting a conspiracy. "What do we do?" I asked. Marcus pulled out his phone, texting someone rapidly. "We go on the offensive. Again. But this time, we do it right." "Meaning?" "Meaning we stop reacting and start planning. If they want to play detective, we'll give them exactly what they're looking for—evidence that we're just stepsiblings. Boring, normal, completely platonic."

What was even more embarrassing was the fact that he walked in to meet my pillow still in my mouth. Wrong Timing Bro! What does he want anyways?? What is he doing here? Is he here to repeat what he said last night? I could literally just scream out in response and go lock myself in the bathroom. And I seriously don't care how weird it may seem. A girl is allowed to freak out... Especially if her mother's new husband's son just might've said the L word to her. I still think step brother is an easier way to address him but I'm not ready for that discussion yet.

you know my mother is drugged out of her mind the kids are asleep I have seen you give a blowjob before now make me happy" Oh my God which mean he's been following me who knows for how long a small sick part of me gets excited I can't explain it this is my Stepbrother who's seventeen I am twenty one I could go to jail. My thoughts are disturbed when he frees his huge erection he brings my face closer the other hand grips his erection slaps me with his huge erection.

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.