Taboo Family Letters Novels & Stories

Six months after starting the memoir, I called a family meeting. Not for foundation business or crisis management, but for something more important: sharing Lily's letters with everyone she'd written to. "Why now?" Kai asked as the family gathered in our living room. At fifty-three, he'd grown into the wise protector Lily had predicted. "Because I've been reading Grandma Lily's letters alone, but they weren't meant just for me. She wrote to all of you." The room filled with murmurs. Solana and Isabella exchanged glances. Marcus looked stunned. Even the grandchildren leaned forward with interest.

He explains. “Wow.” I mumble. “I'm sorry,” “Don’t be.” He dismisses. “My mother left me a lot of letters which she wrote to me when she was pregnant. My Dad never told me about them. Apparently, I wasn't ready. The family lawyer was the one who told me about them. Eva would have never. I really don't care about what's in the family heirloom or trustfund which my grandfather and father left for me. I just care about those letters.”

"And I need more. You too, baby girl. We have so much more ahead of us." We dozed for a while. "Tell me how it started with her." He hugged me closer and looked at the ceiling. "Hmm, you like hearing about that, do you? We are a family that loves taboo." "Yes, you know Joey and---" "I do, he told me. Perfect." "I'm glad you're not mad."

He was fucking me, right here, with my husband three feet away, and he was doing it with a calmness that drove me insane. Every nerve in my body was alight. The risk, the taboo, the sheer wrongness of it, poured gasoline on the fire he’d already lit. My pussy clenched around him, greedily accepting each stroke. I could feel my own arousal coating him, making the slide effortless. He bent his head and mouthed at me so I could read his lips. “You feel that, Jenny?” he mouthed. “That’s what you’ve been missing. That’s a real cock. Tell me you feel it.”

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

But before I could finish, Chad objected loudly, "You're so old, so what's the point of dressing nicely? You might as well buy some nice clothes for my girlfriend, Gale Kramer, with that money!" Dad also disapproved. "Don't waste money on useless things. Plus, the family's finances are already tight. Can't you be more sensible?" Grandma snorted coldly. "A woman shouldn't be so vain." "The request is denied," Mom delivered the final verdict. "Next time you dare to make such a request again, you'll be fined." Even though I'd long since given up on them, seeing how blatantly two-faced they were still made me scoff. There were actually the family members I'd trusted in my previous life.

In the center of the room stood a large oak table covered with old maps, faded documents, and leather-bound journals. It looked as though someone had walked away years ago and never returned. Emma slowly approached the table. "So many books..." Liam picked one up carefully. The cover read: The Carter Family Records – 1958 His hands trembled. "My grandfather kept records of everything." Emma looked at him. "Maybe we'll find answers here." Liam nodded. "Or more questions." A faint smile crossed Emma's face. "You always expect the worst." He smiled back. "And you always hope for the best."

After the accident, I came home in clothes soaked with blood. Mom and Dad took one look at the bandages covering me and immediately asked what had happened. I clenched my fists and said, “Car accident. My phone’s emergency SOS automatically sent my location to my emergency contacts and tried calling them. Mom, you hung up. Dad, you never even checked the alert.” I thought they would apologize and promise that they would never ignore an emergency alert again. Instead, Mom frowned. “Why would you put down my number? You know I have a heart condition. What if I suddenly got an emergency alert like that and passed out from the shock?” Dad waved a hand dismissively. “My blood pressure is hi

My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walks in. Marriage over. Now, that's a good plan!

Later that day, the family gathered in the sunroom, kids playing on the floor, tea cups in hand, soft jazz humming through the speakers. Cassie pulled out a worn leather box. “This,” she said, “was something I started before Hope was born.” She opened it, revealing pages of letters, written to a future that hadn’t yet arrived. “I called them the ‘someday’ letters. Some were to my unborn children. Others to myself. Some… I didn’t even remember writing.” She handed them to Hope and Ethan. “They’re yours now. Add to them. Pass them down.” Hope flipped through one letter.