Young Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

While I was shocked by his declaration, I couldn't deny that hearing it turned me on. My twin sister Sarah and I had committed incest many times during our wild college days as roommates... the boys were always so turned on to see twins making out, sisters eating each other... often eating each other's cream pies, following one of our many foursomes. "We both know you want my dick. You've wanted it ever since I... fake accidentally... sent you that pic," he said, as I felt his dick twitch against my ass with a confidence I hadn't seen from him before... well, except while he was pounding Joan just now.

I didn't know when my mind drifted to the porn video I watched a day ago. What the heck! I never wanted to watch that video but Nina mistakenly sent them to me. I realized that I'm just too inexperienced, I don't know anything about sex. I believe that Dominic had realized it too and now, I think it's embarrassing. I'm twenty one and still, I don't know anything about sex whereas there are seventeen year old girls who can describe it in detail.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some revenge plans are sweet. Others burn hot enough to consume everyone involved. Tonight’s confession is about a young woman who seduced her father’s much older, extremely wealthy business partner as revenge… only to discover the fire she started was far more dangerous — and addictive — than she ever imagined. This one is forbidden, age-gap heavy, and full of messy, obsessive heat. Here is the confession of “Daddy’s Business Partner.”

I moaned, thrusting slowly, her pussy clenching tight. Her orgasm hit, her cunt squeezing my cock, squirting nonstop. “You’re wrecking me!” she screamed, juices soaking my balls. I sucked her nipples, moaning, “Your cunt’s so tight,” my cock throbbing. I exploded, pumping hot cum deep in her cunt, dripping out. “Take my load, you incest whore!” I groaned, collapsing, cock twitching. She panted, untied, body slick with sweat and cum. “You came in me? I’m your sister—what if I get pregnant?”

“Look at you. Already dripping down my fingers and I’ve barely started.” Before I could even process the humiliation of his words, his free hand moved. Two long fingers pushed inside me without warning stretching me open while the ice continued its cruel little dance on my clit. My whole body bowed off the desk. “Oh god—!”

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.

“That’s what makes it so fucking hot. Two gay men ruining their own stepdaughter’s holes every night. No shame, remember? Just pure, rotten pleasure.” Ethan pulled out thick leather cuffs from the bag and quickly secured my wrists to the headboard. “Tonight we’re corrupting you deeper, baby. We’re going to film this pretty little breakdown so you can watch how much of a desperate incest whore you really are.” I shook my head, panic and arousal twisting together. “No cameras— please, Daddies, that’s too far—” “Too far?” Lucas laughed, spreading my ass cheeks and spitting on my hole. “We’re way past too far. You’re ours now.”

Tracy had peeked on her friends and witnessed an intimate moment and a budding romance. “Oooo,” she said to herself. “My girls are snatching up their boys!” She jumped up and down in conspiratorial glee. She felt like she was back in high school helping her friends hook up with their crushes. Knowing they would probably murder her in her sleep if she interrupted them, she decided it would be a good time to call her own man.

My next neural misfire was 'Did I pack enough condoms to do all these girls I've been promising to fuck since I got here? "Estere Abed," the thinly-veiled applicant to be the mother of my first child introduced herself. I was at my father's funeral, I'd been hit with the realization that my incestuous aunts are going to emasculate the uncle I'd just met before they kill him, and I was talking to a woman with skin the color of well-seasoned Oak, eyes as dark as expresso-roasted coffee beans (so deeply brown they were almost black), a pale turquoise, virtually transparent pretend-burqa, with inner, skimpy clothing bits keeping her barely street-legal and visualizing what our daughter would loo