Incest Short Stories Novels & Stories

She repeated, terrified at the thought of carrying a ghost baby, but deep inside her, she was also excited. Their sexcapades continued for weeks and he will always fill her with his cum. The ghost didn't care where she was. He will always follow her around and fuck her even with other people present or if she was in public. Ome time, she was in a public restroom when he followed her inside and fucked her with other ladies using the other cubicles. They will go at it like rabbits when Bianca is sleeping in the other room, and she was screaming her lungs out. Thankfully, Bianca was a heavy sleeper.

She struggled inwardly, her hands pushing at his chest half-heartedly, but her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him tighter. “Aaron, please… stop,” she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction. He rocked his hips again, grinding his erection harder against her p^ussy, the denim rough against her lace, creating friction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her clit swelled under the assault, pulsing with need. Why does it feel so good? she wondered, guilt twisting like a knife. He’s family—step or not. This is incestuous, sinful. But f^uck that pressure… it’s making me wetter. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching toward him despite her men

I stayed home, wandering the large rooms of the mansion and trying my best to act like a quiet, respectful stepdaughter. But at night, when the house grew dark and my mother was fast asleep in her room, the twin brothers came to me. Our encounters became a secret game played in the shadows of the estate. Sometimes they would slip into my bedroom past midnight. Other times, we met in the big, dark library, making love on the leather couches surrounded by old books. Once, they even took me to the indoor pool house at midnight. The humid air and the warm, blue water made the experience feel incredibly wicked. They held my body tightly between them in the deep end of the pool, lifting my legs ar

Stephanie’s POV I was fucking horny and my girlfriend was out of town. I was already thinking of jerking off before Grandma called me and when I found out what it was all anout, I was so happy. This is like one of my craziest fantasies come to life. Having sex with one of my family members. Incest was not something I considered a sin like other people did. “I would not put so much oil on grandma’s body because her skin is already saggy and soft.”

His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me with precision. My body betrayed. I was arching, grinding and chasing his touch even though footsteps drew closer. Maybe I was a slut just like he had said. “Smile,” He whispered into it ear. My lips curved into a shaky smile just as a pair of strangers passed by, shooting us a glance. To them, we looked like a couple tangled in a heated kiss. They couldn’t see his fingers buried into my hole, and couldn’t here the dirty wet sounds each thrust made. I bit my lips hard as I clenched around him, another round of pleasure rippling through me. He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered.

Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim. Pleasure & Power – Games where surrender is as dangerous as resistance. BDSM & Forbidden Kinks – Chains, blindfolds, rules… and the wicked thrill of breaking them. Primal Possession – Being chased, caught, and taken until you can’t breathe without wanting more. Obsession That Burns – Love that feels like fire, beautiful, consuming, impossible to escape. This is not for the faint or the shy. It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page.

She picked herself up and drove down upon him again. He bucked up, plunging deep inside, and ejaculated again. She screamed once more. He felt her kegel muscles contract and grip him tightly, and he came again. She continued riding him. Bucking up and down as waves of passion overtook her senses. He came once again until he had nothing left in his sperm tank to cum. Again

The rest of the afternoon was a haze of filth and need. Emma sat at her desk, but she wasn't really there. Her mind was replaying every second of her lunchtime "lesson." The taste of his cock still coated her tongue. The phantom ache of the tape being ripped from her lips still stung. Her face felt tight, caked with his dried cum, a dirty mask she was forbidden to wash off. Every time she shifted in her chair, she was reminded of the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, her bare pussy slick and swollen under her skirt.

My cousin was crazy and my parents don’t like me talking to her,but I enjoy talking and being with her, her influence was good and bad. She thought me how to masturbate,and showed me some illegal p**n websites ,she hid me in her basement for my first make out session, and when I first had sex she helped too. She knew how to lie while I was the good girl ,we balance each other out. “ fine yes,can I send you a picture,it’s not the best but it should do” “Yeah sure” Then I heard a moan at the end of her line “ are you having sex coco?!”