Yasmin crashed my birthday trip. Chapter 5. [Incest] [MF]

This is a fictional story. All characters are 18+. I’m not a writer so my writing style isn’t perfect

*Read the previous chapters* [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/narsdx)

I knew this birthday was going to be special, but never in a million years did I expect to be sucking on my cousin’s toes and fucking her feet. My mind just kept playing that moment over and over as I blankly stared at the others chatting away. “Yo wtf you still doing in a towel were going out, get ready!” Ryan said interrupting my thoughts of Yasmin. I went off to the room and changed into some shorts and a tee, it was way too hot to wear my nicer clothes.

“Yo Ryan! Let’s go cunt!” I said coming out of my room, I notice Ryan cuddling with this Moroccan chick. I can’t even remember her name and this guys practically falling in love with her. “Wait for meee!!!” Yasmin screamed from her room. I gave Ryan a look and and he responded “sorry bro I tried telling her to fuck off but she threatened to call my mum”. For fucks sake, i was trying to get Yaz off my mind all this was getting a bit much. I can’t help but feel guilty for messing around with his sister. I need to tell Yasmin we can’t talk about what happened. I told Ryan I’m gonna tell her to hurry up, he barely acknowledged, too busy making out with his girl.

Yasmin crashed my birthday trip. Chapter 4 [Incest] [MF] [Foot Fetish]

This is a fictional story. All characters are 18+. I’m not a writer so my writing style isn’t perfect.

Yasmin needs to talk to Kam. Her curiousity leads to them talking about foot fetishes while Kam sits half naked in a towel.

*Read the previous chapters* [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/narsdx)

Fuck. I can’t talk to her now with this post nut clarity. I need to make an excuse. “Just a moment Yaz, I’m about to hop in the shower”, I say as I make a quick escape. I can’t spend too long in the shower or else she might think I’m jerking off. I finish up the shower in 15 minutes or so. Fuck! She still sat on the couch, but she’s moved over to where I was sitting. She’s leaning against the pillow. Shit, I hope I cleaned up any mess, this day can’t get any worse. I try to rush off to my room. “Kam! Sit the fuck down. We need to talk”

Yasmin crashed my birthday trip. Chapter 3 [Incest] [MF] [Masturbation]

This is a fictional story. All characters are 18+. I’m not a writer so my writing style isn’t perfect.

Kam was too drunk to remember Yasmin catching him moaning her name while fucking a Moroccan girl. Kam tries to recall the night before as more trouble ensues.

*It’s worth reading Chapter 1 & 2 if you haven’t already.* [Chapter 1 & 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/narsdx/comments/t2202c/yasmin_crashed_my_birthday_trip_chapter_1_2)

*Chapter 3*

My head is killing. How much did I have to drink last night? I stumble out of bed, I’m thirsty asf. I make my way to the kitchen to get some water. As I’m walking by the living room I see Ryan crashed out on the couch. I grab my water and take a selfie with him passed out. I’m starting to come to my senses, but what the fuck happened last night? I splash some water on Ryan’s face. He jumps up “wtf bro leave me alone!”

Yasmin crashed my birthday trip. Chapter 1 & 2 [incest]

This is a fictional story. All characters are 18+. I’m not a writer so my writing style isn’t perfect.

Kam and Ryan plan a holiday to Morocco, Kam soon discovers the holiday is crashed by Ryan’s sister Yasmin. Kam finds himself in an unexpected situation with Yasmin.

*Intro*
Growing up in a Arab household has its flaws. I mean we’re pretty modern and not very religious, but there are some lines you just don’t cross. For example, I’ve never brought a girl home. Dating is impossible.

My phone starts ringing, unknown number. Who the fuck is calling me on unknown number? I pick up and stay quiet “Hi can I speak to Kamil” following muffled laughter. “Ryan??” He immediately broke cover, I love my cousin he’s a clown. We end up talking for a while, he’s trying to convince me to go on holiday next month since our birthdays are a couple days apart. We only see each other once a year at most since he lives up north, and since the pandemic even that’s not been possible. We agree on a week holiday to Morocco, now we just gotta convince our parents.