Incest Sex Letters の小説・ストーリー

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

Alex teased me, making me back away from myself from the mirror, I walked away from where he was standing. "What's with your hair? Did you trim it?" Alex asked again and I only replied with a glance and a sigh. "Hey, give me your answer." "I want to go," was my answer. "Tonight is not a full moon night. Oh yeah, I have an important letter for you. " Letter? I stared at him intently, he walked over to his drawer and took out a letter. "Read this carefully." He reached out his hand, handed me a letter with worn colored paper. I immediately opened the letter and read it. A letter that ordered me to immediately have children.

My eyes opened to see that my sperm was leaking from both edges of her lips, a few drops falling to that pale tit-flesh below. I gently pulled my slowly diminished penis from my mother's mouth - she gasping suddenly for breath, trying not to cough as a river of my juice escaped from her still open mouth falling to her breasts and to the hard wood floor between us. My first reaction was to apologize, but I knew the best way to gain mother's total acceptance was to carry this evening to the summit of incestuous desire.

“That’s what makes it so fucking hot. Two gay men ruining their own stepdaughter’s holes every night. No shame, remember? Just pure, rotten pleasure.” Ethan pulled out thick leather cuffs from the bag and quickly secured my wrists to the headboard. “Tonight we’re corrupting you deeper, baby. We’re going to film this pretty little breakdown so you can watch how much of a desperate incest whore you really are.” I shook my head, panic and arousal twisting together. “No cameras— please, Daddies, that’s too far—” “Too far?” Lucas laughed, spreading my ass cheeks and spitting on my hole. “We’re way past too far. You’re ours now.”

Gerard’s fingers drove deeper, knuckles stretching my rim, pushing past resistance as he began to fuck me with his hand, relentless, punishing. My back arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure and pain collided. “Lydia was getting ripped by your uncle.” He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me wide, his palm grinding against my clit with each brutal inward thrust. “Right there in the bathroom. While your father’s body was still warm.” The confession hit me like a sledgecock to the chest. My mother… this woman, had been fucking my uncle in the very church where my father lay dead, while she was supposed to be mourning.

Thick white seed leaked from their stretched holes and dripped onto the sheets. The twins collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Their bodies glistened with oil and sweat. Vincent lay between them. His chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breath. Lena slept peacefully on the other side of the bed. Only inches away from her daughters’ cum-filled bodies. Clara and Sara looked at each other with satisfied, naughty smiles. They had gotten exactly what they wanted. “This is only the beginning, Daddy,” Sara whispered. Vincent smiled darkly. No matter how long he and Lena stayed in Europe, he knew his secret relationship with her daughters would continue for a long time.