Free Incest Letters Novels & Stories

The shame of how far I had fallen still lingered, but I told myself this was the fresh start I needed—for me and for us. My phone chimed. It was an email from Daddy Knight’s mailing list. New Video! Click here if you’re a submissive simp! My thumb hovered over the link… COMMENTS WOULD DECIDE IF I WOULD CONTINUE THIS OR NOT

“Did you receive my letters?” He nodded. “Yes, I did but I was too busy to reply. Forgive me.” I scoffed and stepped backwards from him, tears filling my eyes. “You say you love me but you don’t even tell me when you’re leaving and you don’t reply to my letters. I have been horny for fourteen days, Eric. Crazily horny. I touch myself every night in the dark while thinking about you. I have these wild fantasies that I fight so hard not to have, but I can’t stop because my husband is not here.”

“Because I’m not leaving until I fuck you, Harper. I’m going to force my cock into my little stepsister’s tight cunt and breed you raw while our parents sleep. And your body is going to love every second of it.” Harper struggled against his grip, panic flooding her. “No… please… don’t do this…” she pleaded, tears pricking her eyes. “You’re my stepbrother. We grew up together. This is incest. Please stop.” Tyler laughed darkly and forced her legs apart with his knee. His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her soaked pussy.

While I was shocked by his declaration, I couldn't deny that hearing it turned me on. My twin sister Sarah and I had committed incest many times during our wild college days as roommates... the boys were always so turned on to see twins making out, sisters eating each other... often eating each other's cream pies, following one of our many foursomes. "We both know you want my dick. You've wanted it ever since I... fake accidentally... sent you that pic," he said, as I felt his dick twitch against my ass with a confidence I hadn't seen from him before... well, except while he was pounding Joan just now.

he began but his mom put her fingers over his lips. Then she bent and told him in his ear. "You didn't read the brochure they left in the room, did you Bill?" "No, Mom I didn't." He confessed. Linda went to the counter just a few feet away and pulled another brochure and then handed it to her son. All the blood escaped Bill's face and he fell into a chair as he read the brochure. In large bold letters it read : "Welcome one and all to INCEST ISLAND. The brochure continued to say "Mothers with sons. Fathers with daughters, sisters with brothers -- or even nieces with uncles. We welcome you to where you may love each other in peace. Without judgment or ridicule.

A sheltered girl's dark awakening into power and incest. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> *This story involves some dark subject matter. You have been warned.* *Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** Tuesday June 21st, 1977 Hello friend! I need to come up with a better name for you if I'm going to be writing to you every day. Today...is my 18th birthday, so I guess that makes it sort of your birthday too?

Enough to send to depression. In one of the letters, she said she had to sprinkle st. Louis sugar on the pussy in order to enjoy it. By the twenty fifth letter, her hands were steady. By the thirty fourth, her chest felt lighter. And when she was done, she didn’t stop there. She opened another tab. Freya smiled thinly as she filled out an online form. Parenting Classes – Intensive Track She used Courtney’s work email. She forwarded the confirmation emails to Courtney’s corporate inbox, attaching polite notes about “growth,” “reflection,” and “repairing relationships with adult children.”

*** Emma's POV “I loved him from the time I was a teen, and today, when I had the opportunity to confess it, I made it look like nothing. I named it 'Nothing but a mistake’, and now it's piercing my heart out with each passing hour, minute and second. I can't even imagine a day without looking at him or taking his name, but I asked him to stay away and move on. The letter I wrote was just to make things easy for him, and I hope he does so. But still, I wish a little in my heart that he doesn't, and comes back to me, running in my arms.”

Dear Leo, It's been seven years since I met you in the parking lot of our high school and now I share your last name. You're at work right now so I'm writing you a letter for old times sake because it's our two year wedding anniversary today and I thought I'd bring back the thing that put us in each other's lives in the first place - letters. This time, I'm not writing to myself but instead to you because you're my rock. The funny thing to me was how I found you when I wasn't even looking.

"I want to see you hold our child. I want to watch you teach them how to fish, how to swim, how to be kind. I want to build a family with you, Liam." My throat is tight. "Are you sure?" "I have never been more sure of anything." I pull her into my arms, and I hold her. "Then we will try." She laughs. It is a small sound, fragile but real. "Try?" "We will practice. A lot." She kisses me, and I forget about the generals, the trial, the ghosts. There is only her. The next morning, the letter arrives. It is white, thick, and expensive. No return address. My name is written in handwriting I do not recognize. The letters are sharp, angular, like the strokes of a blade.