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My Sister Lizzy ]MF] [MM] [Incest] (Part 2)

Lizzy told me she thought that cum would taste horrible, but she was wrong.
It tasted salty but wonderful, she especially liked the silky feel of cum in her mouth.

“I think Dave is going to be surprised next time we go out, and to think I denied myself and Dave this pleasure, I’m done being a “good girl.” ”

After we returned home I had to go into town to run some errands.
As I got into town I ran into Dave, we made some small talk about nothing at all.
Just before we parted Dave started asking me about Lizzy and what she thought about their relationship.

“Dave, I’m not in the best position to tell you what she thinks.
I will say that she likes you a lot and hasn’t said anything negative.
One other thing and if you tell her that I said this to you she will kill me and you know what kind of temper she has, the kind of temper that you never want to be on the receiving end of twice in your life. Read more »

[MF] [Str8] [Inc] [F/D] Stranded: Part 2

Part 2

It was funny how hours stretched into days, before they stretched into weeks. And then, a month – no, two months – had passed. For the father-daughter duo who found themselves stranded on the island, time had lost meaning, especially as rescue had not come. For Jason, hope of rescue had died a while ago. Even Kelly, who had been insistent that somebody had to be coming, was no longer looking up at the sky or towards the horizon for rescue. To Jason and Kelly Jameson, rescue was a whimsical fantasy.

At the very least, they were not wanting of resources. In a sea of shitty luck, the father-daughter duo had found the broken segments of the plane that brought them to the island. Horrified by the sight of wreckage and corpses, salvation came in the form of what the plane carried; bottled water, plenty of clothing for all climates, long-lasting food items, and equipment that would prove essential to their survival. The father-daughter duo had almost cried with bitter relief, especially since they had found shelter but a few days ago, as well as fruit and a source of clean water. Overall, things could have been a lot worse. Read more »

[MF] [Str8] [Inc] [F/D] Stranded: Part 1

Hello there! This is the first draft of my first ever original erotic story. Hope you enjoy it, and I would appreciate some constructive criticism :)

*”Guh! This is why we don’t talk anymore–!”*

*”Can’t you see that I’m TRYING–!”*

*”I’m still the same–!”*

*”I know, but–!”*

The voices in his head seemed so far away, yet they tugged at his consciousness. A part of him, blissful in the darkness and unknown, ignored the tugging. But alas, Jason could feel himself slowly gain consciousness, accompanied by an assault of sensations.

Beneath his fingers, which flexed and gripped, coarseness registered in his mind.

*Sand*, he thought to himself.

Then, the crashing sounds of waves were heard, as well as the feel of their sloshing impacts; gentle and surprisingly warm against his legs.

*Beach?* His mind had deduced, still trying to piece things together.

Gingerly, Jason opened his eyes, only to be caught off-guard by the harsh rays of sunlight directly above him.

*On a beach, on my back…*

As if in control of another’s body, Jason checked himself. Besides the general aches, he seemed to be fine. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he squinted up towards the clear skies. Read more »

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I [incest][son/mother][coercion]

This is my first attempt at posting something like this online, so please be gentle. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy it.

I don’t know if there will be any interest in me continuing this story, but I have some ideas if there is.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part I

The plane landed and taxied towards the terminal. The butterflies in my stomach were frantic. I was meeting my birth mother for the first time. She was only 18 when I was born and she had been forced by her super-conservative parents and older sister to give me up at birth. I was 16 when I found her online, 18 now, but we had only talked via phone, email, and social media.

She was an associate dean at a prestigious eastern business school. She helped me get in to her school, and said that I could live with her to save money. So here I was.

Apex Predator [incest, father/daughter, non-con, home invasion, snuff]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of erotic thriller fiction. The author does not condone the acts therein described. All characters are 18+. This story contains descriptions of violence against women. Discretion and caution are advised.*

**APEX PREDATOR**

1.

Things started to go bad right when my wife busted in on me jerking off into one of our daughter’s bras. Christ, when I think about it, I guess I was always going to get caught. Really was just a matter of when.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, exactly, if it was the steroids or the hard drugs I lived on all those years in the ring, but my brain don’t work right, because I’ve been wanting to fuck my little girl ever since she started sprouting titties, about four years ago, and I don’t think that’s something most daddies with normal brains ever really consider. Or, if they do consider it, they don’t spend so much time thinking about it. But with me and my busted, tangled, kicked-too-many-times mind, it’s been a whip across my soul for four fucking years. Read more »

My Witch Sister – By Magic She Made My Cock Bigger [taboo, blowjob]

“Aren’t you excited?” Mom asked me.

On the wall of the kitchen, the clock’s arm shunted from one second to the next. I crossed my arms.

“Of course, I am!” I replied louder than appropriate. “I haven’t seen her in months.”

“About half a year, by my count.” dad said.

A bead of sweat dripped down my spine, my body shuddered. That tiny bead felt like a nail, scratching me down my back.

Dad shuffled his newspaper, peering over his spectacles. If he had noticed my obvious discomfort, he did not show it. Mom touched my arm, and I jumped, near out of my skin, trying to get away from the perceived attacker. But she kept her hand on my arm, and it soothed me instead. She wasn’t an attacker. She was my mom, trying to comfort me.

“What’s gotten into you?” Her eyes furrowed, gleaming as they watched me.

My hands were fidgeting like they had a mind of their own. Looking at them was favorable to meeting my mom’s gaze, which I feared would reveal too much of my thoughts.

“I’m just nervous,” I confessed. Read more »

The Pit: Chapter 2 [incest, father/daughter, non-con, snuff]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of erotic horror fiction. The author does not condone the acts described. All characters are 18+. This story contains depictions of violence against women. Caution is advised.*

**The Pit**

**-Chapter 2-**

By 6:30, Heather still wasn’t home from work.

Roy ordered dinner. Chinese, Cashew Chicken for him and Beef and Broccoli for Ari. By the time it arrived forty minutes later, Heather was still missing. While they ate together in the living room, watching *Jeopardy,* Roy wondered absently if his wife was cheating on him. He decided it didn’t matter. Not after what he’d been through at the mall.

He looked over at Ari, still dressed in her white tube-tob and denim shorts, sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring at the TV. His hands shook as he lifted the fork to his mouth.

*What am I gonna do? Oh, Christ. I’m sick. I’m really sick. I need to see someone. I need to see a doctor. Tell them what’s going on in my head. Tell them…*

*And then what?* Read more »

The Pit: Chapter 1 [Incest, father/daughter, non-con, snuff]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of erotic horror fiction. The author does not condone the acts described. All characters are 18+. The story contains descriptions of violence against women. Do not read if this may upset you.*

**The Pit**

Roy Mitchell slapped a mosquito, rolled bloody ruin down his neck, and figured things couldn’t be much worse.

“Scout!” He cried into the trees. He whistled. “Here, boy!”

No answering bark came.

“Scout!”

The sun was all but set, and the dusk between the trees was the color of cobwebs. Scout, the boxer-pit bull mix his wife and daughter had *insisted* they adopt, had disappeared this afternoon, less than forty eight hours since the papers had been signed. He knew Ariel, his daughter, didn’t have the wherewithal or the attention span for a goddamn dog, and he hadn’t been shy about saying as much. Only thing that held her gaze for longer than eleven seconds was her smartphone, where most of what she did, it seemed to Roy, involved teasing boys with pictures of herself wearing too-tight clothes. Read more »

Daddy’s Girls – Chapter 42: Friday Night, 9pm, Part 2 (Mf, inc)

Beth’s house:

“I’m so glad to have you all to myself, Daddy.” Beth was sitting upright on her father’s lap, rising and falling on his stiff prick, buried inside her tight, wet snatch. She was lifting herself using her knees only, with her fingertips barely pushing off on his heaving, furry, tummy.

“Mmmm, me too, baby.” Don was gently rubbing her thighs, occasionally gripping her hips to urge her to fuck him harder.

Beth threw her head back and arched her chest forward. This subtle change in position caused her clit to rub against his cock deliciously, and she ground down on him hard at the bottom of every stroke. “OH! Dad! I love the way you feel inside me like this!”

“It feels amazing to be inside you, too, baby,” he panted, bringing his hands up her jutting breasts, bouncing before him in a most erotic motion, cupped them gently in his palms, and twisted her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “I love being able to touch you all over while you fuck me.”

Beth brought her hands to his, urging him to squeeze her tender flesh. “Oh! Yes! Oh, Daddy! Pinch my nipples! Oh God! I love the way you touch me while I ride you!” Read more »