Incest Stories Lit Novels & Stories

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

“My favorite students.” Jessica let out a small moan as his other hand found her breast through her shirt. I leaned into his touch, already getting wet again. He pushed my skirt higher, fingers slipping inside my panties and rubbing my clit in slow circles. “You’re soaked already, Lila,” he whispered. “Good girl.” Jessica’s breathing grew heavier. Professor Kane kissed her neck while his fingers worked on both of us. The classroom felt dangerous. Anyone could walk back in at any moment. But that only made it hotter.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

but what really got my cock up to speed in a hurry was when i happened to access the g****e file to see what shed been fishing for about six lines down i read that someone and it had to be laura had inquired about incest stories and lo and behold when i dug around deeper in the history file i saw that my darling daughter was reading erotic stories about fathers seducing their daughters i decided it was time to up the ante i didnt want to come on too strong to her despite my raging desire i wanted her to take things at her pace and for her to decide how far she wanted to go

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

His cum leaked out—slow, obscene—pooling on the stone beneath her. Then he eased out. Stepped back. Adjusted his cassock—buttons closing over the evidence. No kiss. No soft words. Lila slid off the bench—legs shaky. Fixed her shift—thin fabric falling back down, but the sticky mess between her thighs impossible to hide. Cum glistened on her inner thighs in the moonlight, trickling down toward her knees. She didn’t wipe it away. Didn’t speak. She walked past him—toward the convent path. Habit still bunched slightly at the waist. Hair loose under the night air. Ass swaying under the thin cotton with every step.

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“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”