Novel & Cerita Written Incest Stories

Brian let out as he continued groaning and fucking his sister. “No, I want you two to save some for us. Pull out of your sister,” my aunt replied. “Come on mom I’m almost done,” Brian could barely say as he was about to coat his sister’s pussy walls with his semen. “NO, NOW,” my aunt demanded. With that a bitter Brian pulled out of his sister before he could climax. My aunt walked me over to the bed and sat me down. “I just popped your cousin's cherry,” my aunt told my cousins. “Really?” asked Lisa. “Way to go man,” Brian said as he smacked me on the back. “Now I want us all to have some fun since I converted Mike to incest,” my aunt told my cousins. It really hadn’t dawned on me that what I

“Then prove it. Tell Zara and the camera what a pathetic, cock-starved little toy you are.” “I’m a pathetic cock-starved slut,” I cried out, voice breaking as Zara pinched my clit hard. “I’ve been empty for over a year and it’s driving me insane. Please ruin me with your cock, Axel. Fuck me like the dirty lesbian whore I am while your sister uses my mouth. Tie me down, edge me until I scream, make me squirt all over your dickb– I don’t care anymore. Just please… please shove that big cock inside me and let me cum. I’ll be your perfect little fucktoy. I swear.”

The lakehouse looked exactly the same. Quiet. Empty. Still smelling faintly of cedar and late summer air. But stepping through the front door felt different now—like crossing into a memory too charged to stay buried. This was where it all began. Where I got drunk enough to stop pretending. Where I kissed my stepbrother. Where I let him into my body. Where I accidentally, undeniably, got pregnant.

I couldn't come to grips with what was happening to me. Could man be so evil ? Gradually my misery was being replaced by an anger I never realized existed in me . I hated the sight of these two criminals who had violently taking away my freedom of virginity and subjected me to such violence . I wanted to fight back. I wanted to inflict upon them as much pain as possible but how could I do this ? I still have that fighting spirit I inherited from my mother. I picked up the pillow and held it against my chest and wept bitterly and silently.The only sign of me weeping were the tears and my chest heaving up and down with the flow of my sorrow . I remember the object I had pushed under the p

I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

“I want her on her back.” They flipped me on the desk like I weighed nothing, my legs were spread obscenely wide. Professor Lena climbed on top of me in a sixty-nine, lowering her dripping pussy back on my face while she buried her face in my cum-filled cunt. She licked and sucked her husband’s cock every time he pulled out of me, cleaning my cream off him before he slammed back in.

She also started begging me to cum in her, telling me she wanted my cum in her. When we first started, my plan was to pull out when the time came, but with her begging me it became impossible to pull out. I continued pounding her nonstop, telling how good her pussy felt, thanking her for giving me her virginity before I flooded her pussy with my cum. The moment I stopped to pour my love in her, she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass to hold me in place, telling me “Cum in me Brian, cum in me. I wanna know what it feels like the moment I get pregnant.” I was in a fog and the significance of her words did not entirely register in my brain. I stayed in place, filling her up with ever

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would