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"Do you even realise what just happened?! Do you know who you are to me?! You are my fucking uncle! This relationship, this whatever it is between us is something that should have never been! This entire thing is just fucked up!" "And why should it have never been?" Russo suddenly questioned and looking into his eyes, there were emotions j couldn't recognise swirling in them. "This isn't fucking incest anyways! We are not blood related and we are too consenting adults, so why the hell should this never have been, Cara?" "Oh heavens, Russo! You know you are still my family! Incest or not, we are family and families don't fuck! Oh my god! This is just stupid!" I palmed my face.

I asked, rubbing my temples. It wasn’t every time my Mum got chatty. So, this had to be good. “You remember Sela, right? One of the girls that transitioned with you?” I blinked, “Yeah?” “She ended up being mated to her step-cousin.” I frowned. “Her what?” “Her step-cousin,” she said with disgust, practically spitting the word. “Can you imagine? What kind of abomination is that? It’s practically incest. I told Jareel it’s sick, and I still stand by that.”

The only difference is that Grayson is younger and cuter while Bastian is older and his features are rougher, "Can I kiss you?" "What?!” he asks, leaning back and dropping his arm, "No f-...that’s not... we are-... I'm basically your uncle, you can't ask me that. It would be a sin." A sin? I’m not even religious. "We're not related in any way, our blood couldn't be more different. Besides, even if you were my uncle, it wouldn't be a sin because incest only counts as a real sin when you have sexual encounters with your immediate family, your parents or your siblings. And that's not the case, not even the hypothetical one.”

“Yes. Precisely. But do you know why she was sick? Why she was born with a body that was failing her from the first breath?” I shook my head, my mind racing. I was unaware why he was digging up these ghosts now, his words dripping with a venom I hadn't expected. “Because she was the love child of an incestuous couple,” he finished, the words dropping like lead weights into the silence. I felt completely taken aback, my grip on the counter loosening as I stared at him. I frowned, trying to make sense of the family tree I thought I knew. “What are you talking about? Margot and Marino are blood-related?”

Maybe it's because I dared to tell Silvi the truth after all these years of insisting that no one knew about our relationship. "You're not related by blood anyway, and you're not half-brothers and sisters with one father or one mother. It's not something called incest." The look on her face made it clear that she didn't understand why I was embarrassed and hesitant to tell her about it. "You don't have any relationship unless your father and mother are married to each other. Situations like this can happen, so you don't have to feel like you're doing something inappropriate." Silvi spoke as if she knew what a burden it was for me.

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

“Besides, Scott’s family men have always been loyal partners. In their history, going back eight generations that I could trace, there had always been only one woman in their lives. I can tell you, William will never love another.” Eliyana slammed the table with her fist, “That is no reason to commit incest.” Isabella was just as headstrong, “This is not incest. They are not related.”

All I care about is chasing for that pleasure that I had been denied in that rehabilitation house where I had stayed for months. Goodness! I wonder what Padre Martinez would say if he saw me now. “Skylar, liking your sister is incest. It's bad and you will go to hell. God doesn't like disobedient children." “But, sir…" “Call me father!" “Ahem! But, father, Alyssa and I aren't related. She's my step sister and it's only because my mom married her father. She isn't my sister since we don't share any blood relations!"

Jennifer slept well, relaxed from her back-to-back orgasms, but was up before the sun searching father-daughter incest fantasies on her computer. She was shocked to discover how many sites were devoted to the topic. It's at least fairly common, she decided, if not completely healthy to fantasize about having sex with your daughter. Most of the sites were either crude pictures of teenage girls having sex with middle-aged men or erotic sex stories about incest. Several sites appeared to be academic discussions of incest, but ended up being the same crude pictures and poorly edited stories. She finally concluded that it wasn't a unique fantasy and that, unless acted upon, it was ultimately harm

She thought for a moment and said, "Irene, Dave isn't related to your mother by blood. Our country's laws forbid the marriage between blood-related relatives and collateral relatives within three generations. Even if Dave and your mother were together, they did not break the law, even more so they did not have an actual relationship that progressed. It's just that Dave liked your mother. Love is not something that can be controlled by any human. That has happened a long time ago. You should just let it go." "Kinsey, do you know what Marie said to me?" Irene bit her lips, "She said that Dave was having an incestuous relationship with my mother and Steven caught them in bed together. I-I reall