Tag: Incest

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 5 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FIVE**

When I first sniffed Julie’s panties in the car, I considered the smell euphoric. When I tasted her fingers immediately thereafter, I recalled thinking it divine.
Buried completely between her thighs and lashing at her femininity with my tongue was nothing short of eternally blissful.

Instead of fumbling about clumsily and hoping for an adequately rated performance, I felt almost driven with confidence and purpose. Julie gnashed and gyrated in time with my movements. I licked her left then right, while she swayed her hips right then left. Our shifting bodies oscillated in perfect synchronicity.

Desperately wanting to glance upward, I fought the urge and concentrated on rocking side to side rhythmically with Julie. No matter how I moved, she seemed to anticipate every gesticulation. She met every twist with a reciprocating turn. For each one of my turns, her body matched me with the greatest of ease.

I had never felt such perfect compatibility with anyone before, sexually speaking, or otherwise for that matter. I bobbed and she weaved. I probed and she received me. She rocked and I rolled. There was no end to the dance. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 4 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FOUR**

“In that case, you are one lucky bastard… no offense intended, “ Julie remarked.

“None taken,” I replied. “Where do we go from here?”

“Anywhere we want, I suppose,” she answered.

The reasons why I chose not to bunk at mom and Charlie’s house during my stay in town were many and varied. The least of which concerning them was the house being full of so many other people the whole time. Not to mention I wanted to be able to disappear at a moment’s notice.

I might generally be a stand-up guy, but the girl-crazy poon-hound in me had hoped there might be a chance of getting some *strange* at the wedding reception. Things may not have turned out the way I had hoped, but all things reconsidered, I wasn’t going to complain.

Needless to say, I had my own hotel room. It was modest, but I didn’t require much of anything. I had no use for a swimming pool, gym, or concierge services. Sleep, shower, and coffee in the morning – that was all I required of a temporary residence. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 3 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART THREE**

“Anything I want? Really?”

The smallest part of my conscience still clinging to reality tried to scream against it, but it could only whisper. My mouth opened and spilled forth words I never expected to utter. Rational thought drowned and died like so many rats on a sinking ship.

“I am yours, Jules,” I replied. “Like you said, it’s always been just the two of us. I am completely and utterly yours. All yours. I always have been. I always will be. Somehow, I think I’ve always known it, too.”

Julie deftly unbuckled the safety belt and it retracted across my torso. She traced two fingertips across my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. I desperately wanted to take them into my mouth, but felt she wasn’t intending to let that happen.

“So, I’m not crazy,” she murmured. “Are you sure? You aren’t just getting caught up in the moment? I’m serious when I say this is something I’ve given a great deal of thought to over a long period of time. To be honest, I’m shocked at how receptive you’ve been so far.”

Before I could say anything, she added, “It’s almost too good to be true.” Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 2 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART TWO**

Julie stepped aside and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Standing side by side, we peered into the barren hallway until the doors closed again.

My head was swimming as my sister rested her head on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I really didn’t know. There were feelings I couldn’t quite process. Shame and disgust should have been prominent, but they weren’t. Exhilaration and nervous excitement shouldn’t have been at the fore, but they were. I could have dismissed nearly any and all feelings, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny: my cock was hard as steel.

Julie took my stunned silence as a bad sign and started apologizing.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over….”

Her rambling, stuttering excuses were cut off once the elevator began descending and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth.

She permitted me a brief foray before pushing me away.

“Wait,” she pleaded with me. After darting a quick peck on my lips, she turned and stood by my side, as though we were no more than two regular people returning to the hotel lobby. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 1 [Str8, MF, inc]

***PART ONE***

I love solitude.

After college, I moved away from home and never looked back. At least I tried to anyway. Putting as much time and space between me and the dysfunctional version of the Brady Bunch was the most liberating experience of my entire life.

It all started out simple enough, though. We were a family of four living just outside the suburbs of a modest second-class city. Dad worked full-time, mom was (quite literally) Susie homemaker, and my sister and I rounded out the clan.

I would be remiss to neglect mentioning our cat, because he was truly part of the familial unit. However, things didn’t end well with Bootsy, so I don’t want to talk about her right now.

Susie and John were married in 1976. Within four years, my sister and I had come along, respectively. Julie in January of 1978 and me almost exactly two years later.

Julie and I always joked that mom and dad must have only had sex once a year. To make it even funnier, we worked out that it’s possible to have both been conceived on or around April Fool’s Day. Wouldn’t that have been appropriate? Read more »

A Work Trip Turned Into a Night with my Cousin and her Friend (FFM)

So I originally posted this on r/incest as the first time I shared the story since it happened. Since posting I’ve thought more and more about and it has made me want to share. You can find the original post plus some additional comments in my history.

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Throwaway obviously. So before I begin I will tell you this is a real event that happened nearly 10 years ago now. I haven’t ever shared it with anyone except a few people on Reddit and have finally worked up the courage to confess about the night I spent with my cousin.
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So [this is a girl that somewhat resembles my cousins face and body](http://67.media.tumblr.com/1e89bda2840f16314fa84c1d9b064b09/tumblr_nk8pjvmH0b1unervjo1_500.jpg). The only thing I would say is different is my cousin’s breasts weren’t as large. But now to the story:
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So I was about 23 years old and was travelling for work and was going to be staying in a pretty big city that had a major university in it. I had a younger female cousin who went to the school that I grew up fairly close with. It had been a few years since we spent time together because she was 4 years younger than I. Read more »

Red Haired Mom Falls Victim to Her Son’s Friends (MM+/F, MILF, inc, nc, orgy)

Know of any more stories like this? I don’t necessarily care about the incest, but I am interested in stories about broken women who have just given up.

Red Haired Mom Falls Victim to Her Son’s Friends
by Calisto

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A loving mother set to fall into the hands of her son’s friends after discovering his sexual obsession with her, leading to a hot encounter with her breaking down and submitting herself to them. (MM+/F, MILF, inc, nc, orgy)

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Mom looked so angry with her fiery red hair and unnerving hazel eyes as she studied my face for guilt, shame, remorse or what I expect is trying so see if I was even her son anymore, or human for that matter. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick in the air. She had just listened in on my phone call with my friends when I thought she busy with gardening outside.

I didn’t know how much she heard but she heard enough to hear some of the most twisted things we admittedly talked about and it all revolved around my mother and how we would fuck her in different positions and make her suck our cocks, pretty much right in the thick of our conversation which had become quite common the past few months. Read more »

In The Laundry Rm. [FM][inc][voy][mast]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry. Read more »