Short Stories Of Incest Novels & Stories

I asked. "Just what I said Matt, look you're stuck on the rules. Incest is bad, and know what? If it's all the time and kids are involved and someone gets pregnant, sure it is. But this isn't incest Matt, it's an act of love. No one knows how long this has been going on. Grandpa told Mom that his mother told him that her great grandmother slept with her father." He put his hands out.

His tongue plunged deep, tasting my mouth like he owned it, while his fingers dug into my hips. Dinner started innocently enough. Aunt Lydia chattered about her garden, Uncle Tom nodding along, his eyes flicking to my cleavage when he thought no one noticed. I crossed my legs under the table, feeling the slickness between my thighs—Harlan's seed mixed with my fresh arousal. Jake's foot nudged mine, a silent promise, while Richard poured wine, his gaze heavy on me.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

Because nothing about Mateo felt dishonest. Not now. Not ever. “After some months,” he continued quietly, “Lucas kept apologizing.” Camila frowned. “He said she seduced him.” Mateo shrugged bitterly. “Maybe I just wanted someone familiar after losing everything.” The sadness in his voice hurt deeply. “So eventually I forgave him.” Camila could barely process everything. The betrayal. The addiction. The heartbreak. And suddenly she understood why Mateo looked at love like something dangerous. Why he feared losing her so much.

As if Billy embarrassing me earlier wasn’t enough, Sharon and her groupies just had to make it worse. ‘What do you want Sharon?’ I asked her with a little bit of whatever confidence was left in me. ‘I don’t want anything. I’m just surprised a young girl like you have a name like that. The last time I heard about a name like that was when my grandmother told me stories from the Apartheid era. It's shocking they still exist. Apartheid died a long time ago along with names like yours’. Sharon said at the amusement of her friends and all the other uninvited students.

"It is, Kitty Kat. I know we shouldn't come right out with proof we committed incest though, like have a few kids running around without a father." I took his use of "few" to mean that's how many he wanted, so made myself a mental note as proof of when we should stop someday. "How bad can incest be? Who did Adam and Eve's kids have sex with to make babies? I'm pretty sure at least some of Noah's grandkids hooked up with their brothers or sisters. Statistically, some of them had to. Abraham and Sarah were half brother and sister, and God made all the Jews from their incest."

His flesh was now glistening as more and more precum oozed from that mushroom-shaped tip. "Yes, baby," she confessed. "Not until I saw your cock and call out dirty things you should never, ever say." Levi groaned and squeezed his rigid cock flesh tighter. His mother was just now seeing how much he loved her watching him. Maybe just watching and being watched would be enough for them without resorting to actual fucking to satisfy themselves. No one could ever come back from anything as wrong as mother-son incest. What they'd been doing so far was already bad enough, but at least she could hold her head up and tell herself she wasn't one of those desperate women who fuck their own sons.