Incest Short Story Novels & Stories

The days after that appointment blurred into a fever dream of shame and aching need. I tried to focus on my scholarship essays, on normal life, but every time I closed my eyes I felt Dr. Auden’s mouth on me the slow, torturous licks, the sharp bite on my clit, the way his gloved fingers had stretched me while he forced me to taste my own sin. The memory of another woman’s moans through his office door only made it worse. I was just another patient. Another body he used and discarded.

Women and men in lingerie moved like they knew what they were offering, glowing like open invitations. We weren’t just on display. We were the reward. It felt like being walked down the aisle, if the aisle led to sin. No flowers. No promises. Just heat and want and the slow, certain knowledge that every step was part of the show. My skin buzzed like I’d been stripped bare and plugged into a live wire. The way they stared, hungry. I understood now why Xavier made that rule. If I let even one of them get close, it wouldn’t stop there. They’d devour me. No hesitation. No mercy.

“Suck your stepfather’s cock clean like the filthy family cumslut you are. Use that tongue. Taste every drop of your own cunt and my load mixed together. Mommy is going to fuck that freshly creampied pussy now and stretch it even wider for the cult.” Elena did not wait even a single second. She lined up the enormous dildo and thrust it into my cum-filled cunt in one long powerful stroke, forcing Marcus’s thick load to squelch and splash out around the sides of the toy and drip onto the altar below. The mix of my juices and his warm cum made the wettest, most obscene squelching sounds with every hard pump as she started fucking me fast and deep. She gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.

"For starters mom would never go for that. And for another thing, she's our mother." "Oh, so you'd fuck your sister but not your mother. What's the difference?" I just fixed her with a blank look because seriously I had no answer. She was right. If I was willing to fuck her then it wasn't much of a leap to do it with mom. Incest was incest regardless whether it was with my sister or my mother. "Want to know a secret?" Cassie whispered. "Sure," I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having sex with my mother.

If I had masturbated just then, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than a minute. Instead, I plopped myself on the couch again and pulled the laptop back onto my lap. Closing the "After School" story, I started reading names of other stories my dad had written. Another one popped out at me called "Her Best Friend", so I clicked it. Thirty seconds later, I was engrossed once more. Completely and utterly. This next story was about a father who was being seduced by his daughter's best friend. While it had a similar premise to the one about the professor and his student, the vibe was completely different. It almost felt a touch... incestuous. Even though it wasn't. Well, except for one scene t

The depravity of the incestuous activity, under the unknowing guise of the neighborhood, right outside the window of my bedroom, overlooking the driveway, the moans and grunts front and center. "THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!" The violent, quaking, movement of my bed, my eyes glossed over, looking at my brain, I was in pure bliss. "Yesssssss!! Tysssonnnnn!! Oh baby!," My little hands, digging into his back, the stabbing of his inflated rod, pummelling my insides, desperately holding on.

She knew that groan, that voice… Still in disbelief she slowly opened the door, as quietly as she could , slightly. She instantly felt nauseated at the disgusting act of incest right in front of her eyes. She couldn’t believe her eyes, the man she was marrying in five days was passionately making love to his cousin, right under her nose. Valerie looked away, but unable to move.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h