Romantic Incest Stories Novels & Stories

She had visions of herself crouching over her brother and stabbing herself, or of herself hunching over the couch and having that monster shoved into her sticky pussy from behind. However, I can't! she yelled in her head. Such ideas won't occur to me when my brother is around! What are we doing, Jesus? How did she allow things to reach this point? Before her incestuous thoughts drove her insane, she had to take action to diffuse the situation.

"Why the hell didn't you meet me before marriage? Last year, I should have hated you for what you made me believe but I regretted running away from the marriage." "I know. I should have met you soon. It never occurred to me that you'll leave me at the altar. I was thinking we have our whole lives." "Mateo was right." He immediately jerked his head towards me, "What did he say?" I laughed watching him like that. For some reason, he got triggered by Mateo. "He said ours isn't a romantic love story but a crime thriller." "Oh, if he knows what's gonna happen to you in our bed tonight, he will call it an erotic story."

Scarlett said with a hint of remorse and sincerity. "I am over him," I retorted. "Besides, you have only been with like two guys your whole life. This is your chance to go out there and get some strange cock in order to forget that jerk ass." We all began to laugh at her choice of words. Our conversation turned lighthearted for a moment before becoming more naughty and sexually driven. It was true that I had only been with two guys in my life and that included my ex, but I didn’t see anything wrong with that. Saraphina went on to say that she had many partners, though not as many as Scarlett, and she even confessed to having a threesome before. I was stunned by her revelation; Saraphina didn

It was the most erotic sight Jack had ever seen and he couldn't say a word. Alannah broke away and stroked her boyfriend's body. "I did a lot of naughty things in my Wild Child days Jack, but I don't regret all of them. I learned pretty early on that I like women sexually and as Tara and I talked, I learned she did too. One thing led to another and the other afternoon we ..." "Tumbled into bed and had a hot, lezzie incestuous girl-fuck!" Tara sighed, remembering the moment. "That's about it, Jack. Think you can handle that?"

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!"

“Maybe I should not have. Last night we almost got busted. If they found out it would be bad for you. You are the one always going on about how wrong this is because we are stepsiblings.” I stepped closer and poked his chest. “Do not turn this around on me. You loved it. You said you wanted to keep me like this. Virgin thing messing with your head or whatever. And now you are backing off. It is lame Riven. Really lame.” He grabbed my wrist when I poked him again but not hard. His grip was warm. “Izzy stop. You think this is easy for me. Walking around knowing how you taste and how you sounded when you came on my tongue. Twice. Knowing I was the first.”

They fucked me in perfect rhythm, using me like their personal toy. I was moaning like a whore, completely lost in pleasure. They flipped me over and bent me over the counter. Damien buried his cock in my ass while Daddy took my pussy from below. Double penetration — my stepfather and stepbrother filling both my holes at the same time. “Take it, you disgusting incest slut,” Damien snarled, spanking my ass red as he reamed my shithole. “Getting double-stuffed by Daddy and your big brother in the kitchen like a cheap whore.”

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Inside the cave, Isa felt calm for the first time in years. Zamir’s hand traced lazy patterns on her skin. Her shoulder, her arm, her ribs. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Mapping you,” he said softly. “Learning the territory.” She smiled against his chest. “Find anything interesting?” “Everything about you is interesting.” They made love twice more that night. Once with her on top, learning how to move, how to take what she needed. Once with him behind her, his mouth on her neck, his hand between her legs.

I groaned as he slammed in completely to the base and held still for a few seconds before rotating his hips. I bounced my ass harder on his rod, my back in a deep arch while howling through each brutal thrust. Reaching under with my other hand, I tried stroking my cock but he caught my upper arm, pulling the arm behind and pinning both arms together as his ragged breath got louder and louder with each thrust. “Take my ancient rod, Ivan. Quake on it till you pass out.” “I love making sour love to your rear passage and I know your baby rod wants to blow a load but keep it in”