Indian Incest Novels & Stories

At the same time, it would trigger the release of viable sperm. Once that happened, I would immediately administer medication to the woman to ensure conception. The Revival Worm was my family’s secret technique, created specifically for the dead. I had already succeeded twenty-six times in a row. Even when acting as a substitute bride, without personally going through with the final step myself, I could still guarantee success using only the Revival Worm and the collection tube. So why had the worms fled the moment they approached Blake? Unless, he wasn’t actually dead. I immediately pressed my hand against Blake’s chest again.

“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

Son helps his lactating mother. >>>>>>>> Note: I do not recommend nor do I advocate incest as a way of finding sexual pleasure. Sister's Home Coming >>> My name is Rohan and I am from India. This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today.

Melissa asked her husband "Yeah I do know about that dear, after he Liam was adopted, it bring so much joy and happiness to everyone at home even Louisiana became well again" Marvin told everyone Mr Louise whipped off tears his eyes, I couldn't believe I had sex with my own brother as I stand up feeling afraid "I'm pregnant for Liam Mrs. Louise, I'm pregnant for my brother, Oh God please forgive me I never know" I screamed out loud

After all, Vihaan was his son; like father like son. And why not he thought for avenge. He, Dr Vikash Nair also did the same with Manit and his family they all hurt his sister, Vidisha, Manit’s elder brother raped Vihaan, Manit killed Vikash’s mother, Mrs Asha Nair and his first wife, Madhu. The three brothers had even tried to kill Sandhya when she was pregnant. It was Manit and his brother Mohit who was always there to brainwash his family members so everyone hated; humiliated and mentally torture Sandhya and Vihaan.

I moaned, thrusting slowly, her pussy clenching tight. Her orgasm hit, her cunt squeezing my cock, squirting nonstop. “You’re wrecking me!” she screamed, juices soaking my balls. I sucked her nipples, moaning, “Your cunt’s so tight,” my cock throbbing. I exploded, pumping hot cum deep in her cunt, dripping out. “Take my load, you incest whore!” I groaned, collapsing, cock twitching. She panted, untied, body slick with sweat and cum. “You came in me? I’m your sister—what if I get pregnant?”

'' Nina giggled with a blushing face. ''Nin... How exciting is she laughing?'' asked Rena, seriously watching Nina. ''Yes... What's like that? The behavior of Kak Gavin and Kak Anindira like this is what makes many people misunderstand.'' ''What?'' asked Anindira, surprised. ''INCEST!'' replied Nina firmly. ''AMIT-AMIT!'' shouted Anindira and Gavin together. (Amit-amit means God forbid, I think something like that) ''Ha ha ha...''

I raised my eyebrows, letting go of his shirt and pushed him away in a playful manner. "Uhh...but I don't mind if you wanna--" He started but I cut him off midway. "I wasn't going to have sex with you, asshole. In fact, having pre-marital sex is frowned upon in Indian culture." I stated with a huge smirk and he looked at me as if I was joking. "Yeah sure," he let out a small chuckle, pulling me closer by hooking a finger inside the skirt but I remained silent, shaking my head slowly and stepped away from him. I started to walk back inside the living room, trying so hard to hold back my laughter.