Novel & Cerita Free Young Incest Stories

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

“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

“Hard. I want to tell my friends at school how I lost my virginity in the most memorable way possible.” If Bryan’s eyes were dark before, they were even more darkened now, promising bad and filthy stuff he’d do to me. “Unhuh…memorable.” He mulled over the words, his hand moving close to my soaked panties, and once his fingers touched the damp material, a lopsided smile replaced the smirk on his face. “See you. Filthy wet for me. Aren’t you?” Those were the most degrading words I’ve ever heard, but they felt all too right.

"I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection every time I'm around you now?" I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. "But Steff," he protested. "Yes even now," I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me," I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

I would catch traces of scents that weren’t really there, and find myself murmuring apologies to empty rooms. She never answered. I used every connection I still had to investigate the so called “revenge” happened in the banquet that year. The evidence was laughably crude. There had never been any vampire acting on Elena’s orders to attack Sylvia. As I stared at the proof, I felt real cold for the first time. How could I have believed it? How could I not even ask her a single question, and instead push her to the opposite side with my own hands. When I found Sylvia, she was already clinging to a new protector, smiling carefully.

She snapped several quick photos, clear, unmistakable shots of my bound body, Kai’s cock stretching me open, my red ass, my abused nipples, the obvious evidence of rough, taboo sex. “I won’t tell your parents… yet,” she said sweetly, but her smile was sharp and full of promise. “But from now on, you two filthy little incestuous sluts do exactly what I say. Or the entire family group chat, every friend you have, every professor, every social contact, they all get to see exactly how much you two ‘hate’ each other.” She blew us a mocking kiss, turned on her heel, and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.

He fucked her with long, punishing strokes while the coven formed a circle around them, stroking themselves and feeding from each other. One female climbed onto the altar and sat on Freya’s face again, pissing a hot stream of blood-tinged urine mixed with cum directly into her open mouth. Freya drank it down greedily, the depravity pushing her further into the abyss. She was losing her breath but luckily she was already dead. Another male jerked off onto her tits, coating her in fresh white ropes. Sebastian bit deeply into her shoulder as he railed her. “You love this, don’t you? Being our cum-dumpster. Our blood whore.”

I had now gotten used to masturbating and I loved it. Clocking twenty one came with a lot of things—dirty obsession and forbidden romance and I was going to explore every one of it wonderfully.