Young Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

His green eyes watch me as I fidget, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “Are you okay? There’s a bathroom right down the hall if you need it.” I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I’m so fucking horny and wet I can barely stand it, and all he thinks is that I have to pee. I obviously need to work on my seduction game. Who am I kidding? I have no seduction game. I’ve only even been kissed once, and that was on a dare in the sixth grade. I hardly think that three-second slobber fest counts. My mom died before I could really talk to her about things like this, and there’s no way in hell I was going to ask my dad for sex advice, so I just never did anything.

I was woken up by the sound of an argument from the next room. "...When did you get a vasectomy? Why didn't you tell me? Are we not going to have any children? Shouldn't you be even happier with me?" From next door, Steve's deep, cold voice drifted over, "Alice, having you is enough for me. I don't want any trace of her left in our lives. As for the babies, I'll find a way to get rid of them. You just need to be Miss Shaw." It turned out he had everything planned out.

“I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t resist it. I was constantly drawn to him and I just went with the flow. I didn’t wanna overthink anything so I didn’t bother acting like I didn’t like having him around when all I ever did was think about him. Anna, I told you everything, remember? You knew how much he made me feel alive and better about myself while we were texting during the summer and I was both sad and happy when he appeared in front of me. Sad that he was my cousin but happy that he didn’t actually ditch me but got his phone stolen.” “That’s incest, you know that right?” “A lot of people do naughty things with their cousins.” “So you’re trying join the trend? You wanna be part of them? Yo

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.

I continued to stroke her face as I ordered, "I want you to suck my hard cock, Mom. I want you to suck my cock and make me cum. Will you do that for me, Mom?" Mom's body seemed to shake slightly like she had just experienced a mini orgasm. Mom lowered her eyes to gaze longingly at my rock-hard cock in her hands. She then raised her eyes back up to mine as she hesitantly argued, "But I shouldn't, honey. This is incest. It would be wrong. If you have me do this, we could never go back to the way we were. This would change everything."

Naive 18-year-old put to work on dick. NB: The following story has themes of incest, other dark themes. This is purely for entertainment only. Enjoy reading.. ************ At the dinner table, Bernie was sweating, and not from the hot meal in front of him. Across the table from him, his gorgeous eighteen year old daughter Hayley was eating, still in her school uniform. Bernie stared as she flicked her blonde ponytail out of her way and forked a long piece of sausage, bringing it up to her full pink lips. Her eyes closed as she bit into it. He could see how her lips squashed on its round surface, how juices squeezed out of it. God, he had to get his dick back in there, he just had to get --

A small chuckle escaped my lips before I faced him once again, regarding him earnestly. “Right here? Now?” He whispered, his eyes flying to the closed door of his bedroom before he stared back at me. I could almost hear the engines in his mind churning, turning, and rolling the idea of humping right in here when our parents were just one floor below. But the thought of it set me ablaze with a different kind of inferno, that sizzled through my stream delivering a flood of heat to my groin. It was the mind-scorching notion of incest that made me want to do it even more.

The confrontation had come and gone, leaving the fracture wider than ever—jagged, bleeding, impossible to ignore. Elara slid one trembling hand down her body, slipping beneath her skirts. Her fingers found her soaked, puffy folds and the sticky mess still oozing from her hole. She rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit, two fingers plunging deep into her cum-slicked pussy as she chased a shameful, guilty orgasm right there in the open hall. She came hard and fast—hips jerking, biting her lip bloody to stay quiet—imagining Kaelen bending her over while Lyra watched, forcing her to admit out loud what a filthy, incestuous whore she had become for her best friend’s father.

They were always looking to mess with me and now, I felt confident enough to mess with them. As I walked down the hall to my final class for the day, I passed by the lockers that Talia and I had fornicated at earlier. I looked at the dried cum stains I had left on the locker and held back a laugh. I wondered just how long they would stay there.

What was left wanted to burn. I started small. Skipped lab meetings. Ignored emails. Let dishes pile in the sink. But none was enough to quell the emptiness within me. Then I opened incognito mode on my laptop one rainy evening and typed the words I’d never allowed myself to speak aloud: I want to be bad. The internet answered. First it was confession threads, women admitting they’d cheated or stolen or screamed in public just to feel something. Then kink forums. Then darker places where people described wanting to be used, marked, ruined. That’s how I found the link buried in a comment thread.