Incest Daddy Daughter Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incestuous content between an adult daughter and her father, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral sex, virginity loss, and daddy kink elements. CHAPTER ONE "What is it, honey?" my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. "N-nothing, Daddy," I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room--err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body. They had arrested the man who killed me. When he confessed to his crimes, he mentioned killing me. Through his confessions, the police located my body. "Why did he kill our daughter?" My parents wanted an answer. The police officers exchanged glances before looking at them with a troubled look. Brian asked once more. "Why?" "It's best if you watch the video for yourself," an officer replied. It was the footage of the day that I was taken away. Of course, the scene where Summer abandoned me and ran off was also captured.

"Pound my slutty pussy! Make it hurt so good with that monster cock!" He groaned, leaning down to capture my mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he rutted into me. "Yeah? You love being Daddy's cumdump, don't you? Taking your uncle's load deep, letting it drip out like a used toy." "Yes! Breed me again, Daddy! Fill my dirty hole with your hot cum!" I bucked up to meet him, the angle letting him hit deeper, my G-spot exploding with every slam.

I poured myself a glass of water from the crystal decanter near the shelves trying desperately not to think about Simon. My thoughts betrayed me instantly. The way his voice deepened when he said my name. The terrifying feeling that he wanted to touch me. “Stop,” I whispered to myself. This was sick, he is my stepfather now. Even if technically they weren't related by blood, it didn't matter, it was still shameful and disgusting. So why couldn't I stop imagining him? Why did my thighs press together every time I remembered the way he looked at me? I think I need a coffee or drink to drive this madness away.

he answers. "Do you want to fuck Susan?" I ask, wondering at the implications of this. I don't trust Dad but he can hardly object to me fucking Mom if he's fucking my sister. I wonder what Susan will think of this. "I always thought incest was for sick fucks who couldn't get it up with normal women but Susan looks so damn fuckable in that video. Hell, I don't think I could ever seriously consider fucking my own daughter but I damn sure want to hang onto that DVD," he says excitedly.

The force of it left me shaking and breathless, and he followed soon after, flooding me a second time with thick pulses that I felt all the way to my womb. I collapsed forward onto his chest and stayed there with him still buried inside me, our skin slick with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air between us. Outside the house, the night continued as if nothing had changed. Inside this room, everything had. The affair was no longer a collection of isolated encounters. It was the central rhythm of my body and the only hours that quieted the restless ache that lived between my legs every minute of every day. We dozed like that for a while, his arms around me and his cock still soft and w

She curled into me, trembling, pressing soft kisses to my neck like she always did after I destroyed her. “You’re still mine too,” she whispered hoarsely. “Even if she’s fucking your dad now.” I didn’t answer. I just held her tighter, staring at the ceiling, the image of Liliana on my father’s cock still playing behind my eyes. This was fucked. All of it.

Cassiphone says angrily. “Why would Hecate bless me? I am no daughter of hers.” I ask directly. Cassiphone moved like the wind and slapped my cheek. It burns viciously. “Shut your insolent mouth!” She roared. “You are the product of a great and powerful witch line and a dog!” She says dog like a curse. “Don’t you dare call my father a dog!” I boom angrily. I will not stand for disrespect on his name. “This is what happens when you raise a child away from her culture! She has no respect, Rhea!” Cassiphone shouts angrily. “She should have been sent here when you moved on to your next mutt to breed with!”