Forced Incest Stories Novels & Stories

He felt huge, filling me completely. “Fuck, Steph. So tight.” He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The island creaked under us. My back arched as he pounded into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair. Every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed. He leaned down, biting my shoulder lightly. “This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.”

He fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. “Say it,” he growled. “Say whose cock is ruining you.” “My cousin’s,” I gasped. “My cousin’s cock is ruining me.” He fucked me harder, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. I came again with a muffled scream, my pussy squeezing him like a vice. Caleb didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you up,” he rasped. “Gonna pump my cousin’s cum deep into this greedy pussy.”

“Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?” He stared at me coldly. And drove a cross into my throat. At some point, I had already lost the speed and strength of a vampire. I could only watch as everything before me blurred away. “It was your disgusting love that ruined my life with Sylvia.” He whispered to me. “Do not be afraid.Your parents will soon join you.They will not escape either.” After my death, he successfully inherited his family’s wealth and power. He framed my family. My entire clan was slaughtered. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day he asked to break off our engagement.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

A few of them became lovers and helped me with my career. I always stayed in my basement bedroom when I was home. Our mother was a senior citizen now and would sneak downstairs after my father went to sleep. She confided after a particularly vigorous all-nighter that my father couldn't perform anymore, and the only dick she was getting was mine. For Brenda and I, that evening at the prom was seminal. Our incestuous relationship became our obsession and our fetish. Our affair continued even after she was married. It continued during her marriage and rise through the political ranks to chairwoman of the local county board of supervisors. As we grew older, we became more blatant in our lovemaki

“Suck your stepfather’s cock clean like the filthy family cumslut you are. Use that tongue. Taste every drop of your own cunt and my load mixed together. Mommy is going to fuck that freshly creampied pussy now and stretch it even wider for the cult.” Elena did not wait even a single second. She lined up the enormous dildo and thrust it into my cum-filled cunt in one long powerful stroke, forcing Marcus’s thick load to squelch and splash out around the sides of the toy and drip onto the altar below. The mix of my juices and his warm cum made the wettest, most obscene squelching sounds with every hard pump as she started fucking me fast and deep. She gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.

She was obviously shocked by what mom said. I couldn't imagine Vish's face right now. "Oh, my God! An incest? How come?" Vish's mom asked. "She and her uncle had an intimate relationship before that almost ruined my sister's marriage. My sister even caught them while they're having s*x. How should I not hate that b*tch if she hurt my sister's feelings? She's an incest . She even tried escaping away with it. I will always hate that woman until my death and no one can ever change my mind. She was even the reason why her grandparents died and she also tried to blackmail me just so we could give her all of my mother-in-law's assets and company. She's also a gold digger," mom said. The anger in h

"I don't expect it to happen frequently, but I began to believe as you did. Eventually, those people closest to us would find out about me and Cindy and my mother and learn about the laws as it applies to incest. Once they found out, it might have happened anyway, but now the rules have been established. It will never happen without someone being around to control it, just as Brianna controls access to my sister. If it should happen in the future, the ice has been broken and it shouldn't be a severe shock to anyone, nor will my rules be broken. You've granted me the opportunity to be with Cindy. You can't tell me there isn't a tiny part of yourself that hasn't wondered what fucking your fath

“Vic… I’m so close already, I shouldn’t be doing this… but it feels too good.l, I’m going to cum.” Vic pressed her forehead against Izzy’s, fingers moving faster, deeper. “Cum for me, Izzy. Cum hard on my fingers like the naughty slut you are right now, let me feel this married pussy squeeze me.” Izzy’s thighs trembled violently. She buried her face in Vic’s neck, biting down to muffle her cries as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clenched hard around Vic’s fingers, soaking them with her juices. Vic kept stroking her gently through the waves, whispering hotly, “Good girl… such a beautiful, guilty little thing. Soaking my hand while your husband waits for you at home.”