Father Daughter Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

"Right now. With samples we control. If I'm really your daughter, prove it with science, not forged documents and convenient confessions." "Gladly." Celeste leaned back, her smile never wavering. "But you should know what it means if the test comes back positive. It means the man you love is your brother. It means every kiss, every touch, every night you spent in his bed was incest. It means your entire relationship is built on a sin so deep that no amount of redemption will ever wash it clean."

He didn’t know how should he persuade her. Suddenly, he looked at the little girl’s face after hearing the sounds of her sobbing. With the light of fire, he could see tears were rolling down her eyes ceaselessly. “They said my father has betrayed our country. They said my father is a traitor” She continued sobbing. “They killed my mother, my unborn brother, they killed Xin er. They thought she was me because she was wearing my clothes” Yin Yue was crying her eyes out. “I do not want to live too”

His name a prayer, she finds solace in his memory. “By the fifth night I was strong enough to transform.” She says with a slight smile of recollection. “I revealed myself to him, naked in my true form, and professed my love for him and his kindness.” “My father always said witches were fairy tales.” I say with possession. I do not care to share his memory with her, or have her distort the memories I have. “Yes. He did so to protect me.” She confides. “Bullshit. My father would never lie to me!” I spit angrily.

She screamed. "I am sorry, Iri, but how should I accept that our own father tried to sexually abuse you?" I screamed. "You know more than anyone that I despise Dmitri. I never cared if he lived or died. But I cannot believe he was that kind of a monster, only a sicko would try to commit incest and forcefully too at that. Father was many things but not a sicko, his personality and beliefs were terrible but not that way. So maybe you are confused or mistaken. I mean, tell me, why would Dmitri Sokolov try to have sex with his own daughter?" I half-yelled.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

“I didn't do it purposely, Father. My husband has not fucked me in more than a year. He takes other women and even my own cousin, but he never touched me. So I… started doing bad things….” Father Ren who looked like he was in his 40s cleared his throat. “Bad things like?” “I…I finger myself every night right next to him in bed.” Guilt reipped through my body. “I push my fingers in…” Father Ren looked up, our eyes met. “How many fingers, child?” “I started with two, then three fingers inside my cunt and fuck myself hard. I rub my clit until I cum and I bite the pillow so he doesn’t hear me.” I confessed shamefully. “I don't know if I can ever be cleansed, Father.”

Both are so in need of one another when hit with this bullshit, even if Dane is the one thing I shouldn’t touch anymore. “I want him out of the house…I want him to get his hands off my daughter….. I cannot stomach watching this... Kayla, be reasonable. Dane is your half-brother… by blood. Anything you do is immoral. It’s not even legal.” My mom seems to find her voice, her command and shakes herself off. A sense of weird calm is coming over her now the shock of this has sunk in, and she leans out the catch my wrist and tugs at me. “Stop holding onto him. I can’t bear to see this. It’s incest.”

“Don’t ‘Father’ me! No man in his right mind would treat our family like that unless provoked! You must have done something to disgrace us!” Mother didn’t even hesitate to chime in, her voice softer but just as accusatory. “Your father is right, dear. Gunner was always polite to us before. You must have angered him somehow.” I could feel it—my entire body trembling, my stomach twisting with shame I couldn’t name aloud. They didn’t know. They couldn’t know. Because if they did… If they found out that I, their daughter, had slept with Gunner’s beta—again and again—behind closed doors…

“Julia was the world to me. We talked about everything and confided in each other. Then one night, she saw you both… entering the hidden chamber in the west wing. She got curious, started watching your movements and interactions. When she came to me and said you were committing incest, I tried to talk her out of it. To clear that idea from her mind, I showed her the DNA results.” My chest tightens. “Then she told her son?” “Yes,” he says softly, guilt heavy in his voice. “I suppose she did.” A heavy silence falls. “So she knew,” I whisper, anger rising. “She knew we weren’t blood-related, yet she still wrote that filthy letter to the late Queen, shaming her crown and motherhood?” “I wasn’t a