Padre E Hija Insesto Novels & Stories

“Celeste, the investigation I conducted uncovered something that shattered both Maximus and me. We always thought our parents’ marriage was perfect—Maximus idolized it and wanted to emulate it in his own life. But behind closed doors, it was a different story. “My father abused my mother, both physically and emotionally. She suffered through his infidelities, but everything escalated when he discovered that Maximus wasn’t his biological son.” Celeste’s breath caught. “Maximus… the brother you’ve told me so much about… isn’t biologically related to you?”

In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades. I truly believed that because I loved him and had shared his hardships, we’d grow old together. Even when I found out about his affair and that he had gotten another woman pregnant, I still foolishly thought he would come back to me. It wasn’t until he threw me in prison and caused my parents’ deaths over that college girl that I finally came to my senses. Even lovers who met at a young age could see their relationship deteriorate this badly. True love was never eternal. I smoothed the creases on my resignation letter. My gaze remained calm.

"You've always been the problem. Here you are shouting to raze this place down, while I'm calm for someone whose son is accused of rape." I flinched. Unconsciously. Fortunately, the smoke puffing from the cigar obscured Padre's face. I couldn't bear to see the glint in his eyes. "Heaven's my witness." He returned to his seat. "I've tried. I've done everything a father should. Now, too. I'll condone your excesses and hold back the punishment you deserve." He stared into space while my hurt churned. I seethed from all I'd suffered in his hands, the years of torture and emotional pain, and now this latest development that involved Rina.

“Shh, my child. This is your penance. Feel how your body is accepting the Father’s blessing. Your pussy is getting wetter around me.” Father Elias walked closer, already unbuttoning his black shirt. “She looks so innocent like this. Crying while her cunt takes your cock. Let me help with her confession, Brother.” Sister Maria’s eyes widened in fear as Father Elias climbed onto the bed. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “No… please… not both of you…” Father Dominic smiled and kept fucking her with slow, deep strokes. “She needs both of us to truly repent, Elias. Hold her for me.”

I don't know if it's towards his stepmother who has just arrived or towards his father for acting so badly. Esteban leaves the room, a few seconds later we hear moans that gradually get louder. Neither Esteban's father nor I move. We both know what is happening. Esteban, who was holding his stepmother tightly by the arm, throws her to the floor. She falls abruptly to the ground. "What the fuck is wrong with you!!! So bad and I raised you to mistreat a woman this way!!!" he shouts angrily trying to grab his wife, but Esteban doesn't allow it.

"I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection every time I'm around you now?" I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. "But Steff," he protested. "Yes even now," I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me," I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

Hearing his wife’s question, he sniffed a bit cynically. “I know that Delwyn Anderson isn’t a good man either. He’s heard to be also a gay. More or less, I’ve also known he must be targeting Eriwan, my elder son. Yet, I’ve also known my two sons’ personalities and behavior. In this case, I’m dead certain Delwyn Anderson wasn’t telling me lies,” said Mr. Apollo Frias while still exploring the newspaper in his hands. “But, the closeness between Erito and Eriwan doesn’t mean they’re having their incest and homosexual affair, does it?” Mrs. Columba Rajadi still tried to defend her two sons, even though Erito wasn’t her biological son.

“You were my best friend. My brother. And you’ve been fucking my twenty-two-year-old daughter behind my back in my own goddamn house?” Victor didn’t flinch. He stood tall, shoulders squared, one hand protectively on Lila’s lower back. “Yes. I have.” Lila felt the floor drop out from under her. “Dad, please listen—” Richard slammed his fist on the desk, making everything rattle. “How long? How fucking long has this been going on?” Victor met his gaze without shame. “Since the day she came home. I tried to fight it. But she’s mine now, Richard. I’m not giving her up.”

He had his dick inside me, claiming my virginity like some prize, while I had a trauma induced fit. "Padre, it hurts so much. Please, God please take it out," I begged him, fully aware of what was happening once the seizure ended. He didn't do as I asked. He just kept going. "You will get used to it, piccolina. The way your body is shaking means you like it. Born to be my whore. Look how much you love your padre," he said while pumping away with a toothy smile, as though this were his proudest moment as my father.

I didn’t even bother letting him talk as I got in his face and pointed a finger to his chest. “Well, how about I enlighten you about how excellent your son is? Did you know that he held me down while they forced me to suck Ventura off in front of Mamma, so they wouldn’t hurt her? Or how about the fact that he was the one that got Mattias to—force himself on me?” I seethed as my finger dug deeper into his chest, his eyes wide and glassy as a tear slipped down his cheek. “Isa—” Padrino whispered as his trembling hands tried pulling me back.