Cousin Incest Novels & Stories

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

What kind of father would allow such a relationship? "Inbreeding has been a practice in this clan from long ago when our population was dwindling, and our forefathers wanted to keep our wolf blood pure," the council elder began, immediately drawing everyone's attention. "In one way or another, everyone in this pack is related." Murmurs rippled through the council room, but the elder raised his hand, silencing everyone as they refocused on him. He continued, "Now, I am not suggesting that the omega and the future alpha should enter into an incestuous relationship, but if the council is pushed, that might be a decision we are forced to make."

Sandra sighed and vividly hunched her shoulder, "I called him out on his rash behavior, and instead of trying to improvise his approach he flipped once more!" Mia tsked in a consoling manner and raised a brow at her, "So…You don't like him? Isn't he handsome, wealthy and gets you sw…cares about you?" She gasped and revolted back at the verbal blow as if too offensive even to be voiced and turned cherry red but tried to frown to hide her embarrassment, "It's incest! He is my ex-fiancé's cousin! What will everyone say?!" It was by far no incest. The girl was sure a product of conceited nut-jobs of society! He was no relative of her, nor by blood nor by any other means!

I’d just make sure they don’t bring serial killers into my mothers house or that woman will shred me the way she shred the divorce papers my dad sent her a few years ago. My eyes met Jason’s probably for the hundredth time since the day started and I looked away, blushing of course because that’s all he does to me. It’s just crazy how such vile incest is going on and I genuinely do not care. I searched it up anyways and from my research, at least 67% of Americans sleep with their cousins. Sleep? Yes I mean sex and yes I want my first time to be with Jason, my cousin…yaayyyy, I’m a creep.

"We're cousins, so what? Who says cousins can't be together?" "Miss Jessica, you've indeed been educated abroad. The education there is different. Some states allow cousins to marry, but our state doesn't. Do you know that it's considered incest?" Old Mr. Alston said, his tone was icy. Jessica smiled, "We'll live our own lives without harming anyone's interests. There's no need for you to burden us with such accusations. Besides, we have a son together. It's too late to bring this up now." "That's an outrageous claim!" Old Mr. Alston's voice rose slightly in anger. "Have you no shame?"

uncle Neo said seriously. "Believe me when I say I know how packs work. There is no such thing as cousins, but only sisters and brothers, right?" the man asked. Was he implying what I thought he was? Most packs respected their sisters and brothers, but that was another thing when it came to cousins. Some packs mated cousins, while some even partnered and married each other. "Well said, but I can assure you my son has no such feelings for Roxanne. Right, Larson?" Uncle Neo asked loudly as we all looked at him.

I patted Tanya's face before turning to Naomi. "Letitia, come here. Take a look at them. Doesn't Tanya look a lot like Naomi?" Startled by my sudden action, Tanya shook in fear. She looked at Naomi in panic but dared not say anything. Letitia's eyes flitted between the two before she exclaimed exaggeratedly, "They look exactly the same! It was as if they were carved out of the same mold!" Grandma was a sharp woman. She instantly understood what I was implying. Without even flinching, she instructed Peter, "Have someone look into Naomi's cousin's family. Also, see what Naomi did before she worked as a caregiver."

she shuddered at the thought. I laughed at that. “The mere thought of being related to a racist bastard makes you shudder. Remind me not to introduce you to my Ma’s family. They’re almost as obsessed about keeping it with wolves as your dad’s side.” I stopped laughing and remembered that wedding invitation Ma got a few years back. The couple were second cousins. “Well, maybe more so. I’m pretty sure they’re going to get some nasty genetic disorders from inbreeding.” She giggled at that. “Nothing says lovin’ like a cousin in the oven?” I tickled her until she screamed.

That is to say. "No!" I firmly refuse. "Princess?" I clenched my fists. "I-I can't do it." What are they saying? Will I be capable of conceiving their children? But didn't they come from my mother's younger brother's family? That means they're my grandchildren. Consanguinity marriage is common among Yerech royal breeds, but four of them? I can't!

“What are you talking about? Margot and Marino are blood-related?” The thought made my stomach churn. Incestuous relationships in wolf packs were more than just a social taboo; they were highly frowned upon, especially among Alpha lineages. The high risk of genetic disabilities and "broken" wolves meant that such unions were often met with exile or worse. “They are cousins. Grew up in the same pack, same house, shared the same tutors, the same bloodline….” He added, his voice filled with a deep-seated revulsion. He grunted, finally pulling away from me, pacing the small space of the kitchen like a restless wolf.