Romantic Incest Stories Novels & Stories

Eginhardo the Darkness spy mentions rumors of Anton de Gaston's incest with his daughters on various planets and colonies of the galactic alliance, throne of the conquered galaxy of Oarous saying that he "didn't want to give anyone in marriage. Being that neither a man of his house, nor a foreigner, but he kept them all at home, with him, until 'at his death, he said that he could not live without his company, but because, he who was filled he also had to endure the malice of a contrary fate. However, he did not show it and made as if about them, no suspicion of incest had ever seen the day, as if no rumour had spread, he maintained the absolute truth without coming to light. This incest rum

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.

“Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.” He entered me slow, thick, and bare. No condom. No hesitation. Just heat, stretch, and fullness. I arched, cried out, and the rope biting my wrists, the velvet slick beneath me. He fucked me like a prayer—deep, deliberate, and each thrust a syllable of Latin I didn’t know but felt in my bones: “Dominus vobiscum… et cum spiritu tuo…” The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned.

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo

“This isn’t a one-time thing for me, Bella. I’ve wanted you for too long. Now that I’ve had a taste… I’m not letting you go.” My heart fluttered with a dangerous mix of excitement and fear. Forbidden love. That’s what this was. My husband’s brother. The ultimate betrayal. And yet, lying here in the bed I shared with Marco, filled with another man’s cum, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. We stayed like that for nearly an hour — touching, kissing, whispering filthy promises of what we would do next time. Luca’s cock eventually hardened again against my thigh, but we both knew time was running out. The kids would be dropped off soon. Marco might come home early.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

I tell her exactly what happened the day Tony called and how I hated to see her crying and well, she knew the rest. We stop talking and start really fucking. The air mattress is making squishing sounds, as I again drive my cock deep inside my sister's insatiable young pussy. I kiss her, intertwining my tongue with hers, inside her mouth. We hold on to each other and rock our bodies together in a euphoric trance that obliterates everything, except our frantic need to drench ourselves in our incestuous lovemaking

A damaged young man finds his sister, hope, and love. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Please note that violent abuse is a key part of this work. It is briefly described at the beginning of the story and discussed several times by its characters. Thank you, as always, for reading. ------------------- Murder ----------------

Their hands were everywhere—rough, greedy, possessive. Leo kissed me like I was oxygen. Dominic touched me like I was fire. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. “Spread her legs,” Dominic ordered. Leo grabbed my thighs, pulled them apart. Dominic knelt this time, mouth latching onto my drenched pussy like a man possessed. “Dom—fuck—please—” He didn’t stop. His tongue was brutal, relentless, coaxing a scream from my lips as I shattered. Before I could recover, Leo was inside me—no warning, no mercy. I gasped, clawing at the desk. Dominic rose, kissed my neck, whispered filth into my ear.

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."