Young Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

He had sterilized it, treating her dirty secret like a trophy, presenting it to her like a challenge. “Is this what you need, Skylar?” I wanted to roar across the table, my hand instinctively going to my crotch to adjust the painful bulge. “Is this cold piece of metal what satisfies you? Not the men who would burn for you? Not the cock that’s been hard for you since you turned eighteen?” I felt sick. I felt like a monster. The taboo of it hit me like a physical blow, sharper than the zipper biting into my shaft. She’s twenty-two. I’ve raised her. This is incest. It’s wrong. It’s sick.

Another five grand. Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera? I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear. “This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.” This is wrong…it’s so incestuous. But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.

He already came inside me. “Oh yeah!” he laughed and kissed my lips. He pulled himself out. I was about to grab the blanket to cover myself, but he stopped me. He was looking at my nakedness. “Oh, d*mn, sweetheart, my seeds are dripping out. Let's add another load.” “NO!” I screamed and tried to run away, but he firmly held me and flipped me on my stomach. He pulled my hips and penetrated me again as I cried against the pillow. Oh, God, just take me, please! TO BE CONTINUED…

Under the table his big hand landed on my thigh and squeezed hard enough to bruise, warning and permission at the same time. I didn’t stop. I pushed two fingers inside myself right there at the family dinner table and the wet sound was soft but disgusting. My eyes nearly rolled back. Another quiet, shaky moan leaked out before I could swallow it. “Nngh… aaah…” Ryan’s hand shoved mine out of the way and took over. Thick fingers, two, then three, sank into my dripping cunt and started fucking me in slow, filthy strokes under the tablecloth.

he demands. “I’m recording this special phone sex video for our fans. Now, give us all what we want, baby.” Oh… Well, in that case… Sitting up, I gaze around the room. “I might not have long… What if my roommate comes back?” Nico shrugs. “Even more forbidden, then.” He grins. “Imagine you, bent over in bed in your hotel room, teasing us with your perfect ass when someone could walk in any minute…” I can’t deny that my dick is leaking at the thought. So I roll over onto all fours, giving up the fight and giving in to my apparent unwavering need to get off in the most illicit ways possible.

“Fine! I’ll bring out the hard evidence right now. Let’s see how you explain yourself then!” The next second, Quilla pulled a stack of photos from her pocket. She slammed them onto the table in front of everyone. “Parents who raised a shameless piece of trash like you can’t be any good either.” … The moment I saw the photos, my blood ran cold. In them, I was naked and crouching in a hotel hallway. Several bar girls and male customers stood nearby. It looked exactly like a police raid on a bar.

cried out as they pinned me to the ground. "You go first Diego!" one of the guys who held my hands said. Oh, God!!!! I wasn't planning to lose my virginity this way. "Please!!" I cried out helplessly. I tried screaming for help but all was in vain. I guess this is the end. There's no more hope. I should just accept my fate. I closed my eyes, sobbing silently as they ripped off my clothes. Suddenly, the restroom door burst open revealing Alaina. Oh no!!!! They're going to harm her too. "Alaina, go away!" I cried out. "Woahhhh see who we've got here.. two sisters. Buy one get one free," the guys laughed. "Get her!!" The guy called Diego ordered two of his boys and they held Alaina in both of

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

And now the world might. The angle was perfect. His cock—thick and slick—disappeared into me with wet, obscene sounds. God, I looked so needy. So desperate. So fucking used. I watched myself fall apart. On camera. His student. His secret. My phone buzzed. Unknown Number: ‘Nice video. How much for the sequel?’ I froze. My lungs stopped working. Another message came in. Different number. Anonymous: ‘You fuck like a goddess come to life. What’s your OnlyFans?’

It seemed something in that reply had set him off, and he fired back with another long comment. [Rumors? Are you kidding me? I've seen it with my own eyes. She hooked up with someone in broad daylight. Didn't even bother going to a hotel—they just went at it in a corner. She only fools the freshmen with her innocent act. Everyone knows her scholarship and outstanding student titles were earned by improper means.] My hands trembled as I read the comment. The phone slipped out of my grasp and hit the floor. "Yvette, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," my roommate asked, picking up my phone. Her eyes scanned the screen before she gasped.