Author: excitingowl

[M] [F] [preg] How I bred your mother

Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the phase of the moon. Maybe it’s just the butterfly effect at work. But I can’t sleep. And neither can you. Something is bothering me and you alike. We lay next to each other. Awake as can be. It’s dark outside. The night is silent. We don’t even need to turn the lights on, we’ve been sitting in the dark long enough that we can see each other.

“Quickie?” you say.
“We’re out of condoms, you know” I remind you. We said we’d never have kids. You love your career. I think climate change will kill us all. Kids are not in the cards for us. And you can’t use birth control. So, we’re always religious about condoms. But we’re out.

You think about it for a brief second. “You’ll have to pull out” is your final verdict. That’s the most risk you and I have ever taken. Pulling out! Like savages who aren’t really ready for a kid, but if it happened..
Somehow, you sound so assertive, so persuasive, so right. Common sense be damned. It can’t be bad if it’s voiced with such confidence. “Alright”. I climb on top of you. We make out a bit. I can feel myself grow while our tongues dance against each other. I’m hard. You moan softly as I bite your neck. “I’m wet” your only words, a barely audible whisper. Read more »

[M] [F] [inc] [pee] [preg] The champagne room

I have a confession to make. One that weighs on me so heavily. One that I think only you can hear. I don’t even really know where to start, and despite having a lot of reasons to justify, to defend, they sound more like hollow excuses to me. I will let you be the judge.

This story starts many decades ago, in Silcox, a small town in Wyoming. My name is Jack De Vaalt, and I was born there. So was my wife, Janice Pershing. The town was run more like a Christian cult than anything else. Strict morals, curfews, you name it, we had it. Everything in the pursuit of purity. I was never made for that. I was made for the pleasures of life. I was made to sit by the ocean sipping a drink. I was made for love. For bliss. Or, as they would call it there, eternal damnation. I got an early start of trouble by getting caught making out with Janice in a parking lot. The only solution? Getting married of course. And so we did. I was 21, she wasn’t even 18 quite yet. We had to get a special approval. But off we want, to married life. It took us a couple years, but we ended up pregnant. We gave birth to our first, and only, child, sweet lovely Nicole Anne De Vaalt. And a few years later, I managed to persuade Janice to leave Silcox and start a new life. We basically had to run off in the night, like rats through the sewers. We picked Las Vegas. For a man like me, the perfect place. All amusement, all entertainment, available. A true haven of pleasure, an endless supply of endorphins at your fingertips. Janice accepted her fate, more out of obedience than true desire of freedom. Read more »

[M] [f] [inc] [preg] “But dad”

The American Dream. A house too big in a suburb too peaceful. It was what prompted my family to leave Seattle and resettle right outside Kuna, Idaho. Now we lived on a 9,000 sq ft property, a 2,500 sq ft house, two floors, 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms. And with my sister gone to college, the house now felt too big, too empty. “Maybe we’ll rent one bedroom out in the summer, or AirBnb or something” my dad said a couple times.

I was in my last year of high school, ready to walk out the door and never look back. Sarah had already made her way to Portland, eager to go back to the buzzing thrill of city life, and I was excited to join her. Or maybe go back home to Seattle even. Why not? I definitely had no plans to stick around, or even go to school in Boise. “How about Montana State?” my mom kept asking, “you’d be so close to home”, as I kept pretending I hadn’t heard a word. But I digress. Read more »

[MF] [incest] [mentions of pee] My sister is on Tinder (Part 4)

I’m sorry I haven’t kept you updated these last couple of weeks, but things have been crazy. I don’t even think I fully understand what’s going on with my life quite yet.

Let’s start from the obvious question, the one I can feel everyone reading is asking: am I fucking my sister? Yeah, we’re pretty much lovers now. I caved, and went all in, literally and metaphorically.

I was afraid that Thanksgiving dinner would be a huge showdown, everyone would find out everything, we’d be shunned, and end up homeless and destitute, but, no, no, that went alright. No drama. No incident. A perfect family.

But that weekend, it happened. I don’t even really know exactly how, but it did. Rachel and I fucked. Yes, yes, Reddit, I had sex with my sister. Judge all you want. I judge myself too, in fact. But it was fantastic. The best sex I ever had. She is an animal in bed. Just what I like. A wild animal with no morals and an endless supply of lust. Just what got me in trouble time and again. Read more »

[M] [F] [mast] [incest] [cheat?] My sister is on Tinder (Part 3)

Fuck fuck fuck! After last night I am seriously in trouble Reddit. I don’t know what to do anymore! You must help me. There has to be a way out! Let me tell you what happened.

I was running errands all day and I came home just a bit before dinner. Rachel was on the couch watching TV, and she asked me if I’d watch a movie with her after eating. “Sure” I said absentmindedly. One can’t anticipate a trap at every corner, right?

So we had some dinner and then we sat back on the couch. She put on Unfaithful, this old movie about a married woman who meets a guy and just can’t stop fucking him, and her entire family life goes to shit, and the lover is murdered and all that. When I was younger, I thought this movie was the hottest thing to have ever happened. I have never quite able to articulate why. Not until last night at least. I think Rachel knew all along. I think she put the movie on for a purpose. Read more »

[M] [F mast] [inc] My sister is on Tinder (Part 2)

Reddit, this just happened last night.

Following your advice, I decided to flirt with Rachel on Tinder. It wasn’t an easy choice, and in hindsight I don’t even know if it was the right one. But it’s the choice I made. And now I get to live with it. Please help me out again.

Once the decision was made, I fired up Tinder, and I wrote to her the best opener I could come up with.
I literally wrote “Generic boring opening message”
“lol generic intrigued response” she answered

From there it was basically on. I went on some kind of autopilot, pretending it wasn’t even my own sister I was chatting with.

“Slightly sexual punch line”
“I am oh so embarrassed”
“I’ll walk it back, but only slightly”
“Slightly slutty remark that shows I want it”
“Hint that I want it too”
“Meet me downstairs then silly” was the last thing she wrote before logging off

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I thought to myself “what now?” Read more »

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery. Read more »

[M] [F] [mast] [incest] My sister is on Tinder (Part 1)

*Obviously the above is purely fictional and should not be construed as a real story. Also, thanks to A. for being the inspiration for this one*

Dear Reddit, I must turn to you at this difficult junction of my life, because nobody in my life would understand my conundrum. I have nowhere else to turn, and I can only hope you’ll be able to advise me on the right thing to do. I am lost, conflicted, and above all desperately horny.

But let’s start from the beginning.

I grew up in a nice house in rural Colorado, not too far from Fort Collins, but far enough that you could smell the cows alright. No, my family was not destitute, my parents were not abusive. I had all the comforts a child of my situation could hope for. Me and my sister grew up loved, probably even a bit too sheltered, and cherished. When the time came for us to go out in the world and make a name for ourselves, she picked a college education in Portland, and I picked the Air Force. Read more »

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery. Read more »

[MF] [pee] [preg] The Madonna Inn

*crosspost from r/eroticwriting*

Hurled on the central coast of California, a few miles from the beach proper, lies the Madonna Inn. I must admit I had no idea what this place even was, or what the fanfare was all about. “Typical Californians” I muttered to myself, “thinking they invented everything. Even hotels this time!”. And yet the RSVP I received was pretty clear. This was the event of the year. The former homecoming queen, beauty princess, and 3 years in a row “most likely to win Miss America” in our little high school, she was getting married to some billionaire guy who had 3 startups to his name. He had already revolutionized and reinvented hiking, pet adoptions, and something to do with transportation. All of this seemed incredibly far from McIntosh, South Dakota, the place I called home, and that once Shelly McDonald also called home.

The school off Main Street, the one night Shelly and I made out in my old pickup truck, all of that was a distant memory. She had since moved on, made it to California. And now she was delighted to invite me to her wedding with a Mr. Big Money who had changed everything multiple times. Drive 2 days straight? And for what? A girl I had made out with once? And a hotel I had never heard of, but apparently was all the rage? Call me crazy, but I was in. Read more »