Novel & Cerita Free Incest Letters

"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.

Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that stared straight into the camera like he was daring the world to blink first. I wrote a stupid letter: Hi, my name is Riley, I am a senior, I like books and coffee, how are you? He wrote back three pages—tight, angry handwriting that somehow still felt careful. Told me about growing up rough, about protecting his little sister, about how the system chews up men like him. Called me “little girl” at the end like it was natural. I wrote again. And again. The letters got longer. Dirtier. He asked what I wore to bed. I told him. He told me what he’d do if he was there. I sent pictures—nothing naked at first, just me in sundresses, biting my lip. Then more. Then ever

I could even see her shaved pussy. "Listen guys or girls. You have to fuck your sister. I am not sure how you can do it, but you have to do it. Trust me. You have to figure some way to fuck your sister. Girls, if you are reading this, fuck your brother. Believe me, it will be the best fuck in your life. There is nothing like incest fucking. He may be too shy or doesn't know how to talk you into fucking him. It would be much easier for you to let your brother know. If you have a brother, fuck him.

I forgive you. I stop typing. I forgive you. The words flowed out, just like the rest of them before. I almost delete the words, but instead, I open a new document and write another letter. I write a letter to my father, telling him how angry I am for keeping my biological mother a secret from me. I write a letter to Claire, frustrated and angry at the months of lies she held up in order to secure her fame at others' expense. I write a letter to Alejandro, hurt that he lied, pissed that he kidnapped me and held me hostage. I write a letter to Garret, asking him, "why?" And at the end of every letter, I write "I forgive you." And after writing all of these letters, I don't feel much different

I was about to go into college as a virgin with no knowledge whatsoever of sexual activities. That’s why I created a fake I*******m account. That's how I met him— the guy I've been sexting. I didn't know his real name, I had never seen his face I was okay with it as long as he didn't know my identity too. His dirty texts taught me things I never would’ve learned on my own or from watching p**n. I know it isn't the same thing as having sex, but at least I'm no longer a complete novice at sex.

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

She began typing: "Hello Casey, I have been following you for some time and I want to tell you how much I enjoy your writing style. Your stories never fail to get me wet! (Like I am right now!) I especially like your incest/taboo stories! A couple of them recently helped to open a new and wonderful chapter in my life. I don't know how "personal" your personal feedback usually gets, but if you're interested, I'd love to share my real-world incest/taboo story with you. Perhaps it might inspire you to write another steaming story for Literotica. That would be so hot!

" Deb asked. Sam sipped her coffee, put the cup down, "Reddit, and Motherlove.com." "Really?" I said, "I knew there were a lot of Reddits, but not that." Sam smiled, "Reddit has a lot of subs dealing with Incest." "Just talking about it?" Deb asked. "Well, some discussion ones. But also lots of stories of incestual encounters." "What's the other one?" I asked. "That's a p**n site that has a lot less filters. A lot of videos that purport to be incest."

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

"My pussy doesn't have any more hair on it than it did that day at the park. I'm so young -- but so hot. Daddy, your little girl wants you to fuck her right now." "Yes, yes," Roy choked on his own incestuous desire. He picked Marika up in his arms and carried her to high ground. When he laid her on the grass she spread her legs for him. Her open cunt glistened in the sunlight. Roy had a hard-on that made him dizzy.