Forced Incest Stories Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop—” Victor gave her harder. Every stroke dragged over the front wall. Elena’s fingers never eased. Rina’s climax hit like a detonation—body locking against the steel, a raw scream swallowed by the storm. Victor held still through the pulses, buried deep, then began moving again while Elena’s mouth moved to her throat, biting, sucking, leaving marks that the rain could not wash away. A second orgasm followed hard on the first, leaving Rina shaking between them, thighs trembling, breath broken.

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem. Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that? Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped in. The first thing I saw was a massive, red-lettered help post pinned to the top: "URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've been terrified of scaring my wife with my true form, so I've spent our entire three-year marriage pretending to be cold and celibate. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back within 30 days without revealing what I am?"

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

She also started begging me to cum in her, telling me she wanted my cum in her. When we first started, my plan was to pull out when the time came, but with her begging me it became impossible to pull out. I continued pounding her nonstop, telling how good her pussy felt, thanking her for giving me her virginity before I flooded her pussy with my cum. The moment I stopped to pour my love in her, she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass to hold me in place, telling me “Cum in me Brian, cum in me. I wanna know what it feels like the moment I get pregnant.” I was in a fog and the significance of her words did not entirely register in my brain. I stayed in place, filling her up with ever

“You’ve already cum ten times. You’re going to hurt yourself.” But I couldn’t stop. Uncle Victor knelt behind me, his monstrous 11-inch cock — thicker than my wrist and brutally veined — stretching my poor pussy to its absolute limit. The head kissed my cervix with every thrust, and every time he bottomed out, another orgasm ripped through me whether I wanted it or not.

“This tight young cunt was made for my cock. No college boys. No one else. Ever again. I’m going to fill you every single day for the rest of our lives.” He fucked her slow and deep for a long time, grinding against her clit with every thrust, staring into her eyes the entire time. The emotional weight of everything they had survived crashed over them — the stolen moments, the risks, the threesome, the woods, the near-miss with her father at the door. “I love you,” Lila gasped, pulling him down into a messy, desperate kiss. “Even though we destroyed everything. Even though it’s wrong.” Victor’s pace gradually quickened. “I love you too, Lila. Fuck the world. Fuck your father. Fuck everyone w

I whimper as someone — I think one of the other groomsmen — starts fucking my cum-filled pussy again. The father laughs low. “She already suspects. That’s why we needed you so desperate. You’re the perfect distraction. And if you ever talk…” He yanks the nipple clamps off without warning. Pain explodes through me as blood rushes back. “We’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of cum-soaked slut you became the week of her wedding.” I cum again from the pain and the degradation, walls fluttering around the cock destroying me. They keep going for hours. Blindfolded. Bound. Used in every position. Double penetration. Triple. Someone sits me on their cock while another pounds my ass and a

As I watched, she came, groaning, and I saw her love dripping off the stool, adding to the puddle on the floor. "Oh, dad. You have to come see this, it's perfect." I moved behind my daughter, letting my erection rest against her back and my hands moved around and held her handful breasts. "Oh fuck, that's nice. But look at what I found." It was that site that has hundreds of subsites, you know the one. Sam had the incest pages open. Stories of siblings, mom, and son, dad and daughter, cousins, uncles. Seemed like the whole world is fucking family. Of course, my cock twitched.

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.