Incest Light Novels & Stories

They were perfectly willing to toast us and their grandchild. "Under California Law, Penal Code 285, the statute which governs incest in our state; incest can only occur from the penetration of a prohibited person's penis of a prohibited female vagina. Now Harold, that means you can't fuck your daughter's cunt, which I'm sure you already knew. What it also means is you can fuck her mouth or her ass. And Mary, your daughter can lick your cunt and vice versa without being in contravention of the law." Fuck! He was telling my parents I could fuck them. And I could, at least if Dad didn't fuck my pussy.

Dinner dragged under the chandelier's glow, silverware clinking like accusations. I sat between Jake and Richard, my fork pushing peas around the plate, thighs still sticky from the laundry fuck. Jake's foot nudged mine under the table, a silent reminder of his cum drying inside me. Richard poured wine, his gaze lingering on the faint red marks peeking from my collar—Jake's handprints from earlier spanks, or maybe Marcus's grip. They didn't ask, but the air hummed with unspoken jealousy.

“We’re family… This is wrong. So fucking wrong.” Dickson chuckled darkly, circling behind me as his big hands gripped my shoulders. “That’s what makes it so goddamn hot, baby. Our shy little stepsister, all innocent and tight, getting used by both her stepbrothers every night until she’s dripping with our cum.” Darren tugged the hem of my sundress up and the fabric slid up my thighs, revealing my simple white panties already darkened with arousal. He groaned. “Look at that. You're already soaked for us. You're such a needy little slut hiding behind that shy act.”

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

"Our parents are getting married, Lorenzo. What will they say when they find out that their kids are sleeping together? Heck, that's basically incest." I whine at the word 'incest', my mind refusing to accept it. "It's not incest Celestine. We aren't related in any way and frankly, we never will be. Even if our parents get married, I'm never going to consider you as family." "I don't care. It just can't happen again." She stands up and walks over to her door, opening it and gesturing out. "We've had our talk now. So please leave." I want to prove her wrong. I want her to see just how flawed her stupid plan of 'let's keep our hands to ourselves' is.

He gave her a slight squeeze. Janine sighed. "I'm still not sure about this, Porter. This is wrong." She spoke. "I read the Bible, Janine." He started. "Love is never wrong." "This love is." She spat. Porter sighed. "You know what's bad? Incest. Incest is bad. Adultery. Adultery is bad. But this. I love you. You're not married yet and we're not committing a sin, Janine." He told her. "You know what's wrong? You. You're doing it wrong, Baby. You're denying the truth from yourself. That's wrong, Janine."

CONTENT WARNING: INCEST!!! (brother/sister), oral sex (including deepthroat), vaginal sex, rough sex, taboo family dynamic, bet leading to sexual acts, multiple orgasms. If you're not into incest I highly suggest you skip this one. CHAPTER ONE Hi! My name is Scarlett, and after a friend told me about this site, I figured I'd check it out and post my own dirty little confession. It was five years ago, and at the time I had just turned nineteen and my brother Mason was twenty one.

“Why do you like her if you already know she is our sister? There are so many beautiful women in the world. Why does it have to be her?” “Is it wrong to like her? Is it wrong to like my own sister?” Wesley replied with a question of his own. “It is not wrong for you to like your own sister, but you cannot favor the older sister while ignoring the younger one.” Roxanne glared back at Wesley and said, “Especially if you have fallen in love with your own sister. Incest is the word that comes to mind. Do you know what I am talking about when I say ‘incest’?”

Intent. “Malice,” he whispered. He tried to trace it, but static clouded his vision. For the first time since her childhood, he couldn’t see clearly around her. “Who is interfering?” he breathed. No answer came. That night, Clara dreamed. She stood on glass. Light stretched endlessly around her. The glass cracked beneath her feet. Thin lines spread outward. Darkness moved beneath the surface, alive, waiting. She reached out instinctively. “Help me.” The light flickered. No one answered.

Stroke after stroke—those muscles bulked and flexed in the lewd manner he drives at his huge dick until… "ahhhh." His turn too. Imitating hers, he fires the initial amount of cum all over her naked pussy, and the second, and the third. Reaching climax—no, drenching himself on me like marking his territory in her pussy expelling the very last bit of come. She can sense the small grunts in the back of his throat as each thrust of it thunders and watch his eyes roll back as he gazes at the sight of her wet, hairy pussy being concealed by proof of his own intense orgasm and semen. And then the stranger stays there lying next to Lily-Ina. And she thanks him for the soft kisses and full-body, skin