Author: L1veLaughLove69

[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Pt. 4: A Woman’s Touch (Incest)

After finally getting some food in me, Aunt Jen and I headed up to her bedroom. I was in an oversized, black graphic tee, Jen in nothing.

We shut the door behind us, and sat up on her and Scott’s king size bed. “Lay back,” Jen whispered to me. Butterflies flew up to my stomach, and as I layed back, my knees up, not knowing what to do with my hands, I felt weightless. This was bliss, this was therapeutic.

I watched, wordlessly as Jen crawled up between my legs. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t still slightly engorged from my experience with Jacob prior to my incident. My pussy throbbed as Jen’s breath gently caressed it. She sat there, staring at my vulva, licking her lips and taking in every fold, crease, and color. All I could do was twitch and tingle as anticipation built.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” she whispered between my legs. I felt juices running down my ass cheeks as she said this. Without warning, I felt her lips against mine, sucking in my vulva, as if trying to slurp up a bowl of noodles. I felt my juices going into her mouth. Read more »

[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 3: Needing More Time (Incest)

I stepped out of my room, naked as the day I was born, my newfound curves unrestricted. It was an intoxicating feeling of excitement, nervousness, and empowerment that surged in a spark between my legs.

Confidently, I turned right towards the staircase, my bare feet taking in the feeling of the carpet between my toes. Once down the stairs, I stepped into the kitchen, to see the two Marcum boys waiting while Aunt Jen made breakfast.

Not one garment was shared between the four of us in this room. Cocks and tits on full display as we exchanged good mornings; me sitting down between the two men.

Jacob looked me up and down, telling me I looked great, and I returned the favor. He was a good looking guy, and one of the most exciting parts of joining the fun. He stood tall, about 6’2” with short dirty blonde hair. His broad shoulders highlighted his long arms and lean torso, with not a speck of hair on his beautifully crafted upper body. Read more »

[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 2: Joining the Fun (Incest)

It’s been about a month and a half since I’ve moved in with the Marcum’s. Over that period of time, I’ve already noticed changes in my own physique, from eating full, healthy meals, as well as going running, which has become a hobby of mine over that time.

I look in the mirror at my naked form. You can no longer see my ribcage, my skin is glowing and smooth. My once sunken eyes now look beautiful and sultry, and my curly hair is clean and bouncy, now complimented with blonde highlights than Jen had help put in herself.

I look down my form, taking in my now full and perky B-cup breasts; a full cup size up from what I was just over a month ago. My waist curved nicely into full hips, which as I turned around, extentuated a bubble butt I never knew I could have. My legs had grown strong and thick from running, as well. Read more »

[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 1: Laying the Ground Rules (Incest)

(NOTE: This is completely fiction, and my first attempt at erotica, so please leave any constructive criticism you have in the comments!)

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I’m Kayla, and I’m 18 years-old. Due to a number of unsettling reasons, that I won’t dive into for your own sake, my biological parents were not deemed fit, in a court of law, to continue to hold custody over me.

Despite the fact that I’m technically a legal adult, I’m still a high school senior, so after going through a long list of failed potential candidates, the court sent me to live with my aunt and uncle on my mother’s side…two people I can only remember through family photos from decades ago.

Because of this, I was fairly nervous around the situation. My past has given me plenty of reasons to hold trust issues, and that hasn’t changed given the situation I’m in now. Especially the fact that my aunt’s sister, my mother, is the main reason for those trust issues.

Nevertheless, I arrived at the house a week later after the decision was made. Walking up on the doorstep, and seeing my reflection on the church-esque windows on either side of the door, I immediately got the sense that I didn’t belong here. Read more »

[Str8] [f19] My darkest fantasy

Recently, I’ve had this reoccurring dream. It’s happened so often, that it becomes oddly vivid everytime I try ro recall it, and every time I do, I get so unreasonably horny I can’t help but undress and fuck myself numb.

[TW: The fantasy contains incest and free use qualities. Just letting you know ahead of time in case you don’t want to read further]

In this fantasy, I’m a typical housewife. Clad in a sundress and an apron, I’m usually cleaning around the house. The atypical part of this fantasy, is that my role in the household goes far beyond cooking and cleaning.

I’m somewhat of an emotional epicenter in the house. An area for my faceless husband, and faceless children (the only part that I can’t recall from the initial dream) to take out all their emotions and urges in the form of sexual pleaure. I’m not a toy in this fantasy, I’m a tool.

I’ll often picture my fake husband coming through the door after work as I’m cleaning around the kitchen, and without a word, he bends me over the countertop and fucks out all his frustrations, while the boys watch from the dinner table. Read more »