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Incest Is Best [POEM]

Grandpa sits in his favorite chair,
Spots his granddaughter and starts to stare,
Whips out his dick and starts to stroke,
He knows it’s his granddaughter he wants to poke,
Calls her over and says, “Pretty please.”
Come on granddaughter get on your knees,
She does as she’s told and sucks him with zest,
Because she knows incest is best.

Uncle Roy decides to give it a whirl,
He likes to dress his nephew up as a girl,
Likes to see him in silk and lace,
Lipstick and makeup on his face,
Imagining him with heels on his feet,
As he sits there and starts to stroke his meat,
He’d love to put him to the test,
Because he knows incest is best.

Mother decides to get in on the act,
Her and her son have a special pact,
While her husbands at work she gets in his bed,
Pulls down his pants and starts giving him head,
Son likes his mom dressed up in her lace,
As he shoots his load all over her face,
He knows his mom is better than the rest,
Because he knows incest is best. Read more »

SEX WITH MY COUSIN – INCEST [NON FICTION]

So, this happened 5 years ago on a family trip, where all our far-away relatives were gathering to spend the night together partying on a beach side resort. I had never met so many relatives till that day, it was a surprising situation for me to find out that I had 10 cousins. We arrived around 10 am to the resort and greeted our relatives changing into my bikini.

Out of 10, I got close to 2 of them, they were more or less around the same age as me. Fred was tall and had brown eyes, he was more of an athletic person and had a good sense of humor. He was the same age as me and so it was fun talking to him. His sister Melana was 2 years younger to us and she had the hugest breasts I had ever seen my life, popping out of bra….I could imagine all the boys wanting to do her so bad. Read more »

The Twins [M/F, inc, cons]

And so this is Xmas

“What are we going to get Mom for Christmas?” Kenny asked, “This is the first time she has been without Dad for years.”

“Don’t remind me,” Zarla replied to her twin brother, “The first Christmas without Dad for all of us.”

“But we still got each other.”

“I know, but this is not a good time for us,” Zarla went on, “I know, we can’t keep grieving forever, but it has only been 51 weeks on Christmas Day.”

Kenny reflected that yes, New Years Day would never mean the same for them. Dad’s car was hit on the freeway by a drunk which sent him spinning out of control into the rear bogey of a Mack truck. He didn’t stand a chance, and it was all over before he knew what hit him, the cops had told them. Small comfort and seriously tacky. The woman driving the car pleaded Not Guilty to Murder, under the “Watson” laws, but was found guilty. with a third conviction. She showed no remorse, no emotions whatsoever so got the maximum penalty, 15 to life, and that is just not enough, the kids thought. While they felt they were coping, they knew that Mom was only going through the motions. Read more »

A Holiday Surprise [Gay] [Mm] [inc] [mast]

Every Christmas, my wife and I visit my in-laws for the holiday. During these visits over the years, I have seen my nephew grow into an attractive young man. He is now over six feet tall with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean and lanky figure. As he has aged, I have grown more and more attracted to him even though I know I shouldn’t. During this years visit, I could not keep my eyes off of him and the now noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. Little did I know that I was in for a surprise gift this holiday season.

As most teenagers often do, my nephew spent most of his time on his phone or in seclusion playing video games in his room. I decided I wanted to spend some time with him and maybe watch a movie or play a game together. So, I went to his room and opened the door. What I saw made my jaw drop to the floor. He was lying on his bed with his sweatpants around his ankles feverishly stroking his cock. At first, he did not notice I had opened the door since his bed was facing away from me. I just stood there in the doorway as he pounded away at his impressive dick. It looked to be above average in length, maybe 7-8 inches, and was cut with a beautiful pink mushroom-shaped head. I could see his pre-cum leaking out as he continued to stroke himself and fondle his very full balls. His soft whimpers and moans filled my ears before I finally snapped back to reality and remembered anyone passing in the hallway could see me staring at him in the open doorway. 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 »

More Road trip fun [fm] [mast] [inc]

I must have been in a deep sleep, because I was having a nice dream. I was dreaming that I was getting fucked while I was tied up. All I could do was move my hips and moan.

All the sudden there’s a swerve and the sound of tires on rumble strips. I come out of the fog of sleep and realize that my brother’s hand is in my crotch and he had been fingering me. It might have been startling had it not been the first time we had messed around. “Well that explains the sex dream I was having.” A little bit breathlessly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you from it.” He replied apologetically.

He continued playing with my wet pussy while I ran my hands up my shirt to play with my small tits, relieved that I was free from the restraints of my dream. He had two fingers in me while his thumb rubbed my clit. I rubbed and pinched my nipples and feeling another orgasm rising inside me. Read more »

My Sister Flashed Me [MF] [incest]

The second story of my sister, Kate, and I.

Brief description of Kate: Slender newly 19 year old recent high school graduate. 5’4, 115 Lbs. Athletic, lithe build with a toned ass and body. 34C tits. Blonde hair, green eyes.

Me (Tom): 21 year old college student home for the summer. 5’9, 185 Lbs. Athletic build, 6.5 inch cock.

This story takes place about a month after we fucked the first time with her friends there as well.

I walked into Kate’s room at about 3 PM, bored and looking for something to do. It had been about a month since I had fucked her along with her friends, Mindy and Denise, and we hadn’t talked about it since, so I walked in with the idea of just messing with her and, since I had nothing better to do, annoy her to keep my boredom at bay. Kate was sitting on her bed, texting or something on her phone, while my younger sister, Brooke, laid on the floor doing the same. I walked up, sat down next to Brooke, and asked what they were doing. Neither sister was excited about my being there, as they both looked at me and sighed, not really responding. With nothing being said, I decided to up the ante a bit and moved over to Kate’s bed, jumping on it and putting on the full court pressure as I tried to get any sort of reaction out of her. Read more »

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 4 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.*

Julie sat in the study on Sunday afternoon, staring at her computer monitor. She sighed. It wasn’t easy selecting floor tile for the bathrooms. She worked her way through period-relevant tile from salvaged projects. They had to save money at every step for their Palmer Mansion restoration.

As she scrolled through the geometric patterns, Julie’s mind wandered to the deluge of sperm Daniel had sprayed on her. She’d once heard a vulgar comic say that every man’s dream was to cover women in sperm. *They want to drown them in cum,* he’d said. Julie thought the comic was just as horribly crass now as she did when she’d first heard him, but she might now understand the impulse better. It really had pleased Daniel to paint her with his seed like he did. And it had moved something in her as well. She, maybe, sort of liked it. That was a strange thing to admit to herself. Read more »