Father Daughter Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

"I never had a problem with him." Dad's lip curled. "You're not supposed to have a problem with me — because I'm not the one sleeping with your daughter!" And before Jaxon could speak, Daniel's low chuckle cut through the room like a slow knife. "Well — technically, it's going to be incest." He tilted his head, perfectly casual. "Given that Jaxon's daughter would be your granddaughter now." The room went still. Ever so slowly, Dad's eyes slid to Daniel. Measured. Burning.

she confessed, to Christian's surprise. "Why do you say that, Mum?" he inquired immediately. A silence fell over them both as Christian looked at his mother, thinking she was once again trying to cover up his father's infidelities. However, she held his gaze, and he found only honesty there. "After having your sister Christie, I suffered a severe infection and they had to remove everything. I felt awful and for many years, I wouldn't let your father touch me," she confessed with a trembling voice and added, "I asked him to find other women to satisfy himself."

While I was carefully picking out vegetables at the market, my phone buzzed with a notification. I unlocked it and was immediately greeted by footage from the surveillance cameras I’d installed at home. In the video, my daughter-in-law, Ruby, was wearing a revealing lace nightgown, clinging to a slightly overweight man and kissing him passionately. The man was none other than her first boyfriend, David Sullivan. When I was reborn, one of the first things I did was install cameras at home, knowing this day would come. The two were so lost in each other they didn’t care where they were, moving from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

"The lady in the picture... Anna my child, I don't want to flashback to that night. The image is..." "That was me," I answered, feeling my father's hand tremble. He knows, but feels ashamed to say it. But I'm not. "The picture wasn't fake. That was my innocence being taken from me and displayed to the world by those I called family. I never betrayed your teachings father. I remained the virgin you raised, even after you disowned me." "What?" Father uttered, looking confused. "But the dildo I found in your room..." "It's mine. But It was used to ease the disease your beloved wife placed inside me," I revealed, watching how father's gaze grew large.

I pressed my fingers to my lips and stared very hard at the tablecloth to stop myself from laughing. "Furthermore," Damien continued, "it is remarkable to me that a family is comfortable with a grown man entering a young girl's bedroom at night, a situation that should have required him rotting in prison but was ignored, has the audacity to sit here and laugh with it." He paused and looked at my father. "I have to wonder if incest is encouraged in this family." "Damien Blackwood," my father roared, looking very red as if he might pass out soon.

“Enough!” “Are you in denial?” My voice is suddenly calm. “Do you not want to believe it? Oh, I’ve been there. I’ve been waking up for the past couple of weeks wishing it’s just a nightmare. Maybe you’re going through the same. I will give you time. When you’re ready to face the music, come to me. And I will show you where our daughter is buried.” Andrew’s face contorts with repulsion. “You are a sick woman.”

When the car rolled into the basement garage and stopped, he reached over and pulled me into his lap. “Of course not,” I said. “You have the right to reject whatever people try to dump on you. I support that.” Brian let out a small laugh and brushed my cheek with his hand. “My father really thinks I don’t know Quincy is his daughter. In his eyes, everyone should be kept in the dark like my mother, foolishly cherishing a product of his betrayal of the family.” I froze. Quincy… was the his father’s illegitimate child? Holy crap. A fake incest plot turning into real incest material.

Lines of text scrolled across the screen messages from the elite church women. ‘Naomi really destroyed him in front of everyone. Bold girl.’ ‘How shameful for Stevenson’s son to chase after a pastor’s daughter, desperation runs in his blood.’ ‘His mother died birthing him, poor woman. And now he’s staining the family name.’ Camille’s chest rose and fell heavily as she read the words aloud then she turned her cold eyes on him. “How could you shame us like this?” she hissed. “After everything we’ve done for you, you dare to embarrass your father’s name in front of the whole church?”

“Look at this disgusting mess. My own stepdaughter’s holes overflowing with priest cum right next to the sacred vessels. You’re going straight to hell, Sophia—and you’re dragging me with you.” Without warning, he slammed his still-hard cock back into my cum-slick pussy, the wet squelch loud in the small room. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he began pounding me mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against my clit. “Take it deeper, you incestuous cumdump,” he growled, gripping my hips hard. “Your mother is probably looking for me right now while I’m balls-deep in her daughter’s sloppy cunt. Does that make your whore pussy wetter?”

“You were my best friend. My brother. And you’ve been fucking my twenty-two-year-old daughter behind my back in my own goddamn house?” Victor didn’t flinch. He stood tall, shoulders squared, one hand protectively on Lila’s lower back. “Yes. I have.” Lila felt the floor drop out from under her. “Dad, please listen—” Richard slammed his fist on the desk, making everything rattle. “How long? How fucking long has this been going on?” Victor met his gaze without shame. “Since the day she came home. I tried to fight it. But she’s mine now, Richard. I’m not giving her up.”