Incest Visual Novels & Stories

I stared at the depraved words, smiling in self satisfaction and when I tapped on the search bar, different suggestions flodded my screen. ~Stepbrother catches me masturbating and he fucks my tight pussy in exchange to keep it as secret~ ~Stepbrother has a big dick which doesn't fits my hole but after a finger fuck, it expands~ ~Step sister gets caught fingering herself and brother teases her pussy until she cums out much juice~ These was all I got from simply typing in 'incest'. All the videos dripped with sin, making my pussy throb with need and when I couldn't help it anymore longer, I tapped on the last suggestion.

They paused their activities to watch the spectacle unfolding before them. Allu knelt down and tore at his sister's clothes, ripping them off of her body until she was completely naked. She screamed and tried to cover herself, but Allu was too strong. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. "Everyone watch this," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Watch me fuck my own sister like the whore she is." With that, he plunged his cock deep into her pussy, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. The neighbors cheered him on, some even stroking their own cocks as they watched the incestuous act unfold.

The confrontation had come and gone, leaving the fracture wider than ever—jagged, bleeding, impossible to ignore. Elara slid one trembling hand down her body, slipping beneath her skirts. Her fingers found her soaked, puffy folds and the sticky mess still oozing from her hole. She rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit, two fingers plunging deep into her cum-slicked pussy as she chased a shameful, guilty orgasm right there in the open hall. She came hard and fast—hips jerking, biting her lip bloody to stay quiet—imagining Kaelen bending her over while Lyra watched, forcing her to admit out loud what a filthy, incestuous whore she had become for her best friend’s father.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

Even the most important of things. “Though my rut is bad, Lucian’s is the worst.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I stayed quiet. Paralyzed. “He can’t take inhibitors. They never worked. The doctor said they were too weak for supremes. Lucian’s rut cycle lasts longer than others and his toxic pheromones spread far and wide. It’s so repulsive to other alphas. Not like the normal repulsive. Not the odor mine would give out. His seeps into your skin and burns. It’s like it’s ripping your lungs a part. Piece by piece. One whiff can render a normal alpha unconscious. Imagine that scent spreading across two hundred thousand square feet of land.”

Tim walks to the back and inserts his díck in my ass, thrusting in deep. I scream in pain and pleasure, the sensual feeling. Perfect. The smell of Cúm fills everywhere with the cologne of each person. Luke pushes his díck into my mouth thrusting in and out of my warm mouth. They filled up all my holes with their díck. My son at the far end, watching. Gently stroking his cóck hard. Nasty talk floods: "Incest bitch, drugged for díck!" Mike grunts, balls slap ass.

The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help. I spread my legs widely over my center table, my legs guiding the laptop in between, my round ass on my comfortable leather cushion. I sucked on my fingers and they melted into my slick, dripping pussy folds, spreading my creamy juices over my entire swollen core and puffy clit. My eyes watched, ears drinking in the moans echoing from my laptop. “Mmmm,” I moaned, watching him pull her hair across the kitchen counter like she was an object. The smearing of my dripping pussy, rubbed furiously with my fingers, made my sensitive nipples even harder. Spl

He looks past me and to the wall. I turn back just in time to see silhouettes of faceless women stretching the wallpaper and reaching out to me. "No, no. This is... no." He pushes me and the hands stretching through the wallpaper grab me, pulling me inside the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm... sor—" One of the hands covers my mouth and pulls, muffling my cries. My screams are muffled until my body is past the wall and my face is the only thing left. "Chelsea."

I stared straight into the camera and slipped my nightgown over my head, letting it fall away until there was nothing left between me and the lens. I stuck two of my fingers in my mouth, getting them wet before I spread my legs for the camera. I massaged my breasts, rolling and tugging at my nipples, knowing exactly how it would look from his side of the lens. "Raffaele" I moaned softly, still looking directly at the camera lens as I put my wet fingers into my pussy. Touching myself was already pulling a reaction from my body, but I knew better than to let it go too far.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**