Taboo Sibling Incest Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.

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.

"You're going to take it. Going to take me so deep I might actually breed you." "I'm on birth control," Sophia gasped. "I know. But we can pretend." His thrusts became harder, faster. "Pretend I'm breeding you. Putting a baby in you. Claiming you so completely you could never leave." The taboo of it, the idea of her best friend's dad breeding her....pushed Sophia over the edge. She came screaming, her pussy clenching around him, and Damien followed, emptying inside her with a roar. *** The pool house had exposed beams. Damien brought rope one night.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.

“That’s why there was so many spelling and grammar mistakes. It took me ages to correct them all. So worth it for the content though.” Mia shook her head. “It’s awful! How could you print something like that?” Brook laughed. “You mean…how could you write something like that?” Mia went to open her mouth but shut it again. However crappy she thought Brook was for publishing it, she had written it. She had poured the bile into those words. And her only reason for doing so was because she’d seen her stepsister sleeping with Ryan. Ryan was Savannah’s boyfriend, not hers. How bitter was she that she couldn’t even deal with that in a healthy way?

Like every cell in my body was constantly reaching for something it couldn't find. I kept scrolling, and almost without meaning to, I found myself back on those sites I'd been reading before. The ones Jules had told me were just fantasy. The werewolf mythology sites. I should close the laptop. Should make more coffee, get dressed, act like a normal person. Instead, I kept reading. I found an article titled: The Mate Bond: Physical and Psychological Effects on the Human Partner. My heart rate picked up. Human partner. Which implied there was a non-human partner.

And the fact that you embraced them, flaws and all, is a gift I do not take lightly. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your support. Thank you for believing in this story. And if you enjoyed this journey, I’d love for you to dive into my ongoing book: LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND (BLURB) WARNING ‼️ This book delves into mature and explicit themes, including graphic sexual content, taboo relationships such as forbidden affairs and sibling rivalry-fueled obsession. The characters aren't all perfect and sunshine! Tread carefully if these elements unsettle you, reader discretion is strongly advised. (18+)

Ronald kissed the ring on her finger, then kissed her mouth, her neck, and her marked breasts. “Forever taboo,” he murmured. “Forever yours,” she replied with a naughty smile, spreading her legs wider even though he was still inside her. “Fuck me more, cousin. The night is long… and the rest of our lives is ours.” The country house was silent, lit only by the pool. Outside, the world continued without knowing. Inside, the two cousins sealed their forbidden pact with cum, moans, and a sick love that no one could ever break. THE END.

The sound echoed through the house like a final punctuation mark. Ethan shook his head, wiping blood from his lip as he slowly got to his feet. “Lila, I don’t want to think that you’re doing the forbidden love with your twin brother. I’ll leave… but I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. If you don’t, then I’ll tell you — it’s called incest, and it’s a fucking taboo.” He gave me one last wary look before limping out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

“Your cock feels so much better than anyone else. Fuck me harder, Damien. Please.” He gave it to me. Hard. Raw. Possessive. The bunk creaked under us as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. The risk was insane. My sister, the lead singer of the opening band, was sleeping just a few bunks away. The rest of the crew was scattered throughout the bus. One wrong sound and the entire tour would explode. That only made it hotter. Damien reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, rough circles. “Come for me, baby. Come on the rockstar’s cock while your sister sleeps nearby.”