Erotic Incest Novels & Stories

Diana announced. "Me." They said again. "Long ago, our grandfather Ryan was banished from his town because he and his wife committed incest..." "What is incest mu" Larry asked. "Incest is when you sleep with your sister. It is not acceptable in their town but it is legal here, you understand? No law will put you behind bars for committing incest."

Her breasts were heaving and jiggling with every impact, her pale skin slick with a mixture of sweat and the dark red wine Silas had spilled in his haste to possess her. ​It was a display of pure, unadulterated incestuous hunger. Silas leaned down, his mouth devouring hers with a possessive ferocity that I now realized I had never truly shared, no matter how much they touched me. I was never a partner. I was just the audience. I was the "Asset" they used to spice up their sick, sibling ritual—a toy to be played with when they grew bored of their own reflections.

"Aw, fuck, you're a hot old bitch! You like that cock? You like fucking my big cock, bitch? That's a big fat cock up your cunt, ain't it? You feel that? Pound it, bitch! Pound that cock like the whore you are! Ahhh, you're such a fuckin' cockhound! You want more and more of this cock in your cunt, don't you? Don't lie. You know you do. Now all these people know it too. They all know you're a cock-fucking whore like I do. You're the kind of whore who will die if she doesn't feel a cock ramming hard up her cunt, right, bitch?" "(Gasp!) Yes. baby! Fuck me!! Fuck my pussy hard!!! I'm your cock-loving whore!!! And I always will be!!!" At that point the room shook with a bloodcurdling cry of orgas

I looked down and saw Martha with her hand on my cock and looking up at me. "Good" she said, "I wanted you awake for this" and she took my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her away, to say that this was wrong and that we couldn't do it, but I didn't. I just lay there and enjoyed it. It only took her two or three minutes to get me off and when I came it seemed to me like I emptied buckets full into her mouth. She gulped and gulped and managed to swallow it all and when my cock was finally soft she removed her mouth from it and licked it clean. She crawled up next to me and put her arms around me and said, "I owed you that little brother for all I've put you through lately. And as far as I'

It all went back to his childhood, when his father dumped his mother for another woman, and somehow that experience warped him in the worst possible way. In his sick mind, it didn't even matter if he got to fuck her; he already had what he wanted. Taking her now would just be a bonus. So, he would let her get her crying out of the way, and then convince her that since her husband already thinks she had sex with him, they might as well do it and enjoy it. He knew it was going to be a hard sell, but this was his gift. At least he convinced himself of this, and his past experience with cheating wives made him confident in his skills.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

The cool cedar fragrance turned ferociously aggressive. He clung to me like a drowning man to a lifeline, refusing to let me pull away by even an inch. I could feel the hunger and greed in his blood, thrashing against its restraints. His ice-cold fingers dug into my shoulder, too hard, leaving bruises. My phone flashed from the seat crack. I caught a new reply: "Oh right — heads up: male incubi in a state of intoxication or injury become EXTREMELY intense. They may lose all rational control. Enjoy."

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

They held still for a moment, letting me adjust to being double-stuffed by my twin stepbrothers. Then they started moving in perfect rhythm. When one thrust deep, the other pulled back. The friction was insane. Every nerve ending screamed in filthy ecstasy. They fucked me harder and faster, turning me into their perfect shared toy. My tits swung wildly, my nipples grazing Dickson’s chest. Darren’s hands gripped my hips, slamming me back onto both cocks. “You’re such a good little stepsister slut,” Dickson groaned, pinching my clit. “Taking both your brothers’ cocks at once.”

We were forbidden, and it made it all the sweeter. We would do this again and again, and no one would know. He made me feel alive, and I loved it. I was addicted to him, and I knew I couldn’t stop. I needed him to fuck me like a slut, and he loved it. He wanted to fuck me and make me his slut. He made my body sing with pleasure, and I wanted it again. He would give it to me again and again because he loved my body. I was his slut and nothing more. I was forbidden and a slut, but I didn’t care.