Cousin Incest Novels & Stories

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."

"You are my ninth cousin twice removed. I counted it when we got married." Ezra opened her mouth wide, gasping inaudibly. "Are you serious? We're total strangers," she said. "Yeah. So don't worry about incest. And even if we are, I don't care," the man said. Ezra squinted her eyes. "That's weird. I don't like that." Ezekiel laughed. The practice of incest relationships in the Imperial Family was not something unusual. Up to his grandfather, having a related spouse was common.

This arrogant cousin of mine said. My stomach felt like it wanted to turn over when I heard it. "Like eeeewww Lucas. I'm your cousin and he's your cousin, that's why I feel like Cayden is my cousin too. That's why I don't like him that way because I think of him as a cousin." Disgusted with my answer here. It's already falling. Just thinking about it makes me sick. Incest! Then my grandmother and Queen Snow will be best friends. "This is just an opinion, Gen, and besides, Cayden is for August and August is only for Cayden." This is it.

“We are her brothers, after all.” “Come on, guys, I’m your cousin here,” Richard said. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about her welfare?” Darcy asked. “You can’t date her. She’s your cousin.” “Yes,” Logan said. “Incest, my cousin, incest.” “But she’s not related to me at all,” Richard argued. Hayden said coldly, “Still wrong, Richard, very wrong.” “No hard feelings, cousin.” Tristan slapped Richard on the shoulder so hard that the man nearly went sprawling to the ground. Then the seven brothers all walked ahead, leaving Richard standing there looking rather confused about the whole situation.

That’s it’s own problem rather than a solution. Common place as it is for second and third cousins to marry, siblings are a definite taboo. Cousins who live in the same house are considered siblings, and promised people aren’t allowed to come up together like we did. It would be so easy though..... living together, having a routine together, sharing a bathroom and..... Ugh I hate my brain. Why does it think a hundred steps ahead? Half of the detailing is wasted as soon as another move is made.

Moon Goddess, he is my cousin. The perversion and suspense of reality hit my entrails with a savage violence. What the fuck had I done? I had given my body to the son of my own mother's brother. I had let myself be bitten by his fangs! Fuck, I had a pup of his growing in my womb right now! A hybrid baby carrying a doubly aggressive, concentrated genetic load, crossed in incest. “No... no, no... this has to be a goddamn joke...” I began to pant, while the biological panic dominated me.

My cousin had been pretending to be mentally disabled and freeloading at my house for five years. He scared off two of my ex-girlfriends and drained my parents’ retirement savings. This time, he set his sights on my cunning girlfriend, who was a company president, and sneaked into the guest room. He ended up pinned to the floor by her. My mother rushed in and slapped me. “He cannot help the way he is, but what is your excuse? Couldn’t you just let it go?” My girlfriend remained perfectly calm. She pulled up three months of security footage and said in a flat tone, “You might want to save your outrage until you see what your precious boy’s been doing every night.”

"Mom, that laptop cost sixty-eight hundred dollars. I'm paying it off in monthly installments. I still owe five-sixty-five every month. The thing isn't even paid off yet, and it's already wrecked. Why shouldn't she pay for it?" Mom let out a long sigh, her voice softening. "I know this is hard for you. But Vivian's your cousin. I'm worried you'll destroy the relationship. Your aunt spoils her enough already. If you keep pushing this, how are our families supposed to get along afterward? What are people gonna say about you?" I stared at her. "What are they gonna say?" "They'll say you're immature. That you're fighting family over money." "She trashed my property first," I said slowly. "If I l

Mom and Dad exchanged a look, their fury intensifying. "Melanie Spencer, get out here right this instant! Stop hiding in there, pretending like you can't hear us! How can you be so rude? How dare you call your cousin an outsider! You know what? You're the outsider in this family! You have no right to talk to your cousin like that!" All that they received in response was dead silence. My body was lying in that bathtub, the one I'd dreamed of soaking in just once. My eyes were wide open. Beneath me was a pool of bloody water.

She was making a list in her notes app, criteria and everything. Beautiful. That was non-negotiable. Jack was handsome in a forgettable way, and she was done with forgettable. She wanted a face that could make one you their breath in an airport. She was scrolling F******k when she found Enoch. Annabelle would not usually allow herself to look directly at him. She'd developed this habit after he'd come to a family Christmas and hugged her hello and she'd had to go stand in another room for ten minutes to recover her personality. He was her cousin, and he was beautiful in a way that felt almost cosmically unfair, like God had been specifically trying to make her life difficult.