Family Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

“Victoria. This isn’t. “Save it.” She held up a small silver key identical to the one he’d given me. “I’ve had one for years. The last planner? Sweet girl. She fell for the same lines. The same cock. The same promises.” My stomach dropped. Victoria walked closer, calm as ever. “The families don’t do ‘arranged marriages’ for business anymore, Lucas." "They do them for control. And the real alliance isn’t between our families it’s between you and me. We keep each other’s secrets. We provide the perfect image. And when one of us wants a toy…” Her eyes flicked to me.

In 1890, my great-grandmother Takoda was only a child when her ancestors told her stories while they huddled around the campfire with handmade blankets from buffalo hide. Later, she told my mother the same stories about humans who could walk on all fours and pale skins and drink your blood. Nowadays, no one talks about the past, which leads us to believe they are just scary stories the tribe elders tell for fun or to put fear into the youngsters so we won’t enter the woods outside our borders. However, I believe nothing they say. But my grandmother does and never lets my family forget it. I usually get grounded for laughing at her, thinking she’s a crazy old woman.

Uncle Dean laughed as he hugged his wife from behind. "Dad.... There's an ocean." I hissed as I turned my back to him. At Mama Kea's house, Papa and Uncle Dean would casually investigate me. Even though they said they had nothing to do with Rena, they insisted on talking about the dirty talk about pee and sex aids that were caught. How annoying. Karin also added to the problem by showing me the video of me with Rena that time, because I didn't go out with her. Rena walked away toward the glass wall with Samudra. Their absurd conversation seemed more interesting than being in the middle of parents talking about taboo subjects.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.” “They both sound like jerks,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. My mom remarried some guy named Richard out of nowhere, and now I’m stuck spending weeks at his fancy mansion for this over-the-top pre-Christmas thing. Apparently, they think the regular holiday’s too short, so they drag it out forever. I haven’t met my new stepbrothers, Liam and Kayden, but I’m already dreading it. “Oh, please, you haven’t even met them,” Jess says, opening the pizza box.

We drove to the family estate separately, the silence thick and heavy with everything we couldn’t say out loud. The dinner was the usual fake family bullshit as expected, some long fancy table loaded with too much silverware, Grandfather at the head looking smug as ever. Relatives filled the room, laughing too loud, eyeing each other for any weakness. Richard and I played it cool: polite nods, distant smiles across the candles. No one would guess that barely two hours ago he’d had his tongue buried in my pussy while I screamed his name. Grandfather introduced my “potential match”—some safe, boring guy named Evan from another good family. “Lucy, dear, Evan here has excellent prospects in fina

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.