Inbreeding Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“I mean… aren’t things… different?” He laughed, turning his head slightly and covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologised as he turned back to her. “Are human stories not filled with tales of Mer seductions? Our stories certainly are filled with sandy encounters with fisher-folk and swimmers. But, also amongst ourselves, it is frequent amongst our kind that we have sex in both forms. If you can, why would you not, after all? There are advantages and disadvantages to both.”

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

Ryan leaned over my back, sweat dripping from his chest onto my skin, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as he kept slamming into me, grinding deep on every thrust so I felt every vein and every inch stretching me open. “Gonna breed this married pussy while your son is right upstairs,” he growled, reaching around to rub my clit hard with his fingers while he fucked me even deeper. “I am going to pump so much cum into your womb it will be dripping out of you for hours. You want me to knock up this sloppy cunt don’t you, Vanessa. Say it while you cum on my dick.” “Yes fuck, breed me deep,” I gasped, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably as the pressure built fast inside me from his c

The air in the bedroom was thick with a heavy, electric tension that had been building for weeks. Lilian was draped across me, her scent a mix of vanilla and raw desire filling my senses. We had been discussing the arrangement with our neighbors, Evans and Sarah, for hours. The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

Then he thrusts inside, breaking off the hymen and making their body one. This Is A Fictional Story.

I poke his chest with my fingers but he held my hands and squeezed it softly. "I'm sorry, I failed both you and Claire but I'm ready to make amends. Let's get married again" I chuckled. " Are you crazy? You want me to be part of a polygamic marriage? This is the US not Africa, polygamy is forbidden" "I know that Ellie, I wanna divorce Hazel" "What?" "I'm serious Ellie, let me rewrite my wrongs" "Adrian there can never be us, it was over a long time ago and you know it. As for rewriting your wrongs, you lost that chance when you let Logan and his son rape my daughter. Just set up the family dinner Adrian but I can never be your wife again"