Incest Stories Lit Novels & Stories

WARNING: 18+ ONLY!! Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit…. This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun!

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

Her chest heaved with emotion. “It is wrong, Ryan. We cannot do this. It is incest. People would hate us. Our parents would disown us.” I dropped to my knees right there in the dirt and leaves. I gripped her hips gently with both hands and pressed my face into her stomach. I could smell her skin mixed with the faint scent of sex from earlier. My voice came out muffled and desperate.

She takes a little time before answering. "I think incest is sick and perverted." She says, thoughtfully. "But the way you explained it made it seem so erotic, that it made me wet."

The Coven’s caress stretched on, their hands and mouths relentless, the manor a temple of our shared lust, the night a blur of ecstasy as they claimed me fully. Chapter Three – Coven’s Communion The manor’s chamber transformed into a haven of shadows and silk as the night wore on, the candles burning low, their wax dripping onto the velvet-draped platform where we lay entwined. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by the Coven’s unrelenting passion. The women loomed over me, their breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

Since he had never shown much interest in sex, Nicole was sure he wasn't cheating on her, but she knew she needed more. Women in church gossip as much or even more than other women. It wasn't long before Nicole started to hear rumors about Mavin's big cock and his sexual skills. His ability to drive women to orgasms that were so hard, deep and long, every woman he had ever been with wanted more. Just hearing about how amazing the sex was with him made her tremble with desire. She kept telling herself that not only was she married, but her husband was the pastor and she must resist temptations of the flesh, but every time she saw Mavin her nipples hardened and her labia swelled with a primal

She smiled and nodded. Sam took a sip and put the glass down, "I know. I wanted to talk to those students, ask them to tell me their stories, but I had relied on anonymity, and I couldn't identify them. But now I knew something. Incest is much more prevalent in the U.S. than I ever imagined. I had to figure out how to get the stories." Deb got up, "Excuse me." My sister walked into the house. I assume to the bathroom.

She cried out and Marcy immediately pushed her face into her pussy slit and made the virgin suck the vampire cum from her vagina. Both Lafitte and the woman destined to be one of his brood took their pleasure at each end of the pretty blonde co-ed. Lafitte and Marcy leaned forward and tongued each other's mouth as they took her virginity and her pride at the same time. Tears rolled down Lisa's rosy cheeks and she sobbed in helpless frustration at her loss of virginity and loss of all dignity. Lafitte's children brood thought it was a beautiful sight in the dank basement under the sanctified place of worship above their heads.

’ ‘I don’t think I can go through with it. Lewis frowned. ‘Nonsense. In any case, you have no choice. No one else is anxious to put you in a film. I’m your only hope.’ ‘But why this film, this story?’ He sighed. They’d been over it so many times and still she seemed unable, or unwilling, to understand. ‘Rowena, I’ve never done fiction before. My films have all had social messages, or exposed corruption. When this idea was put to me I didn’t want to do it either. I was afraid, just as you're afraid now. But then | realised how perfect it was for us. A film about a brother and sister whose sexual relationship began when they were in their teens and refused to die. Aman who marries the sister,