Taboo Incest Sex Novels & Stories

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

“Why not have my first time and fuck me crazy? Kai’s cock twitched hard under her foot. He looked down at her flushed cheeks and still-swollen breasts, eyes burning. “Can you bear the risk of your cravings?” he whispered, voice rough. Lila pressed her foot firmer against him. “To get your cock pounding me hard, I’d bear anything. Isn't some secret forbidden rendezvous exciting?" Kai studied her for a long moment, then purred, voice low and dark. “If my cock buries inside you, you won’t be standing as fast as you are right now.”

And here I was, hiding the most intense connection of my life right beside my father. The conversation moved on, but the tension in my body only grew. Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath the table. A moment later, his fingers brushed my bare knee where my sundress had ridden up. I froze, every nerve ending lighting up. He traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass, hidden by the long tablecloth. My pulse thundered in my ears. When his fingertips reached the soft skin of my inner thigh, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Heat pooled low in my belly. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the thin fabric o

She snapped several quick photos, clear, unmistakable shots of my bound body, Kai’s cock stretching me open, my red ass, my abused nipples, the obvious evidence of rough, taboo sex. “I won’t tell your parents… yet,” she said sweetly, but her smile was sharp and full of promise. “But from now on, you two filthy little incestuous sluts do exactly what I say. Or the entire family group chat, every friend you have, every professor, every social contact, they all get to see exactly how much you two ‘hate’ each other.” She blew us a mocking kiss, turned on her heel, and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.

“Because I’m not leaving until I fuck you, Harper. I’m going to force my cock into my little stepsister’s tight cunt and breed you raw while our parents sleep. And your body is going to love every second of it.” Harper struggled against his grip, panic flooding her. “No… please… don’t do this…” she pleaded, tears pricking her eyes. “You’re my stepbrother. We grew up together. This is incest. Please stop.” Tyler laughed darkly and forced her legs apart with his knee. His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her soaked pussy.

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.

She didn’t look away. She watched. And Cassian fucked me harder. I screamed. I screamed so loud her crown shook. I let my body shake. I let my pussy tighten around him so hard he cursed behind me like a soldier in war. Then he came. Inside me. With my sister watching. His cum flooded my walls. I felt it dripping the second he stopped moving. I felt it leaking down my thighs. I felt it claim me in a way no title ever could. And the moment it was over—

My clit throbbed against him, every nerve alight, and I circled it with my fingers right there, moaning loudly as pleasure spiked, but the emptiness persisted, demanding more. He shook his head violently, eyes squeezing shut for a second, hands pushing at my hips now, trying to lift me off. 'No, Angel—we can't. This is wrong, incest or whatever— you're my stepsister. I love you like family, not... not like this. Get in your seat, I'll take you to get help.' But his voice wavered, breath hot and ragged, and when I ground down harder, his cockhead nudged my entrance, slipping just inside the slick heat.

He simply shoved the fabric aside and cupped me, two fingers plunging in without warning, curling, stroking. I cried out; the sound echoed off the marble like a confession. “Shh,” he mocked, thumb pressing my clit in cruel circles. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear the bride getting finger-fucked by her brother-in-law on her wedding night, would we?” My back arched. I was already climbing again, shamefully fast and sharp, because he was right: this was wrong, this was everything I’d sworn I’d never do, and I was chasing it like a junkie.