Short Stories Of Incest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Allu, a 19-year-old young man, lived in a peculiar household where the rules of society did not apply. In this modern house, incest was not only accepted but encouraged. Brothers could fuck their sisters, fathers could fuck their daughters, and mothers could fuck their sons. It was a world of constant sexual depravity, where everyone fucked everyone else in public without a shred of shame. Allu had always been a bit of a rebel, even in this sexually liberated environment. He was prone to fits of anger and would often lash out at his family members, particularly his sisters. One day, after a particularly heated argument with his eldest sister, Allu snapped.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

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."

I had seen them make some kind of advances at each other but I didn’t know they were actually doing something as intimate as fucking! Incest. This house was poisoned and I didn’t know what the hell to do with this truth now.

Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.” That night I went home, got into bed, and fantasized about Eva, on her knees sucking my cock, I squeezed and stroked my balls for a few minutes and my thick cock reached its full 7 inches. I stroked it hard for about 30 seconds and blew a tremendous load into my foreskin, licking my fingers carefully, enjoying the taste of my own cum, another story I may share in the future. A couple of days later Eva sent me a text inviting me over, “the kids haven’t seen their Uncle Frank in ages.”

Georgia bit her lip and she squeezed her legs together. It's such a shame that he was totally her type. And it's even more shameful if it won't function anymore. Her slutty mind didn't even mind riding him with a condom on. Zombies can infect people by their saliva, but there isn't any proof that they can also infect people by their sperm. "I... I will have to touch you, Mr. Morr. Again, this is only my job." She told the man who only let out a snort, as if he didn't believe what she said.

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

NEW STORY TITLE: ANVIL This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Author's Notes: Anvil is a walk down a path strictly forbidden by 'polite' society. Incest. Few taboos are more reviled, and those who succumb to the trap of its feverish desires, face being judged and damned by those who uncover their 'sin'. Shunning is the smallest consequence of being exposed. The story revolves around two damaged souls who suffered through the absence of love when it was needed most, then were betrayed in the most horrifying ways by those entrusted to nurture and cherish them.

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

"We're students of St. Tatiana's. We know how to do things with men. We can pleasure you, Daddy. We're such big sluts." "Biggest," cooed Keily, her voice so breathy as she leaned in and licked my ear. "Don't you want to fuck our tight, young cunts?" "Our tighter assholes," purred Riley. It was her turn to lick my ear while she grabbed my cock. "It's incest!" I gasped. "That's so wrong! I can't do that!" "Sure you can, Daddy," Keily said. "Mmm, I know, why don't we give you a little show? Some girly fun to get your blood boiling."