Family Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

My mouth fell open slightly when I noticed that she has unbuttoned the front of her faded jeans with the zipper pulled all the way down as well. “Do you understand what that means, Jack?” Fiona asked very softly as she stopped right in front of me. “It means that you have sex with other people,” I blurted out timidly. “Yes, that’s part of it,” Fiona laughed softly. “But it’s much more than that, Jack. For us, it is a lifestyle. It is something that we incorporate into the way we live and the way we interact with others,” Fiona informed me.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

He was in there banging some whore he brought home to satisfy his rut, and the entire place was reeking of their sex. Mum shifted uncomfortably. We all were. Ever since Eric started his banging, the tension in the house was suffocating. My own body was betraying me; my pulse was thrumming in my heat, and being trapped in a house filled with those sounds was making it worse. It was the full moon, after all. "Yes, Eric! Fuck me! Yes, just like that! Oh fuck, that's so deep!" the girl kept shouting, her voice echoing through the thin walls.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Something darker. Evan was a product of his own trauma. He had grown up watching his father abuse women, manipulate and control them with ruthless hands. He had been a victim of violence long before he ever became a perpetrator. He had tried to change, I knew that—he had tried to break free from his father’s twisted legacy. But he couldn’t. His demons had become his own, and now they had consumed him entirely. I could feel the echo of that pain in him, his own warped desire to feel control, to exert dominance. He had never learned how to love. And in the end, that was what he had taken from me—my ability to have children, to build a family of my own.

"And I need more. You too, baby girl. We have so much more ahead of us." We dozed for a while. "Tell me how it started with her." He hugged me closer and looked at the ceiling. "Hmm, you like hearing about that, do you? We are a family that loves taboo." "Yes, you know Joey and---" "I do, he told me. Perfect." "I'm glad you're not mad."

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈

The universe had to be cackling somewhere. Taboo didn’t even begin to cover it, this was straight-up forbidden tragedy p**n. I’d be the mafia’s favorite dirty joke forever... the “pure” bride who got railed and knocked up by her father-in-law before she even kissed the groom. Hilarious in the worst way. Sad as hell. I wanted to scream, laugh, disappear all at once. I scrambled back on the cold floor, heart hammering, “No… stay back…” He moved closer anyway, and squatted beside me again, inhaling deep against my belly, like he was claiming territory. His face hardened further, certainty carving into stone.