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April 9th, 2027 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

My “little girl” wiggled her rump as I lifted up her pink frock and flipped it over her rump. Beneath, had on a pair of white panties with strips of ruffled lace across her rump. Her fresh scent bled through the cloth as she wiggled her hips back and forth.

“Daddy!” moaned my “little girl.” “Ooh, Daddy, you’re doing naughty things, aren’t you?”

“Doesn’t my little princess deserve naughty things?” I asked as I hooked the waistband of her panties. We were in my real daughters’ bedroom. Christie and Hikaru weren’t home, but we were surrounded by their girlish belongings.

I yanked down Alicia’s panties. I drew my little sister’s panties over her rump, exposing her cute butt-cheeks. I worked the panties down further and further, kissing first on her right butt-cheek and then her left. The fresh scent of her pussy grew stronger and stronger.

I exposed her twat. Shaved and juicy, her vulva beading with her juices. Just a hint of her pink, inner lips peeked out. My thumbs stroked up and down her plump, smooth flesh. I parted her slit, exposing her depths.

It had been so many years since I took her cherry and made my little princess mine.
She gasped as I pressed my mouth against her pussy. My lips rubbed against her hot flesh. My tongue flicked out as she bent over the window sill, her face pressed against the glass. She quivered as I flicked up and down her.

She stared down at the new neighbors moving in across the street.

Her hips wiggled from side to side, smearing her cunt against my hungry mouth. Her fresh juices coated my lips and chin. I loved the feel of her. My thumbs stroked her as I thrust my tongue deep into my little princess’s pussy.

“Oh, Daddy, yes,” she moaned, enjoying her roleplay. The older Alicia got, the more she liked to pretend to be my little girl instead of my little sister. “Mmm, stir that tongue around inside of me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a naughty daddy. I love these secret games we play. If my mommies knew we were doing this…”

I chuckled. “You know your Mommy Melody would be kneeling next to me doing this.”

I fluttered my tongue up an down Alicia’s pussy.

“But Mommy Pam?” gasped my little sister. Her rump clenched before my face, her butt-cheeks squeezing tight.

“She’d be kissing that cute rump,” I groaned and then thrust my tongue into her pussy.

Alicia giggled. “They’re such naughty mommies. I’m so glad you married them.”

One day, I’d marry Melody officially. I’d make bigamy legal. The campaign was already underway. We were gathering people to build up support to get a law passed in California, a voter-led initiative. Bigamy first. Then incest. It was a slow process. People had to be led towards change.

My tongue swirled into her depths. I stoked around in her pussy. I caressed her. I delved into her twat, loving the taste of her fresh delight. Her incestuous juices leaked out of me and spilled over my chin.

My fingers kneaded her rump. I squeezed and groped it, pulling her butt-cheeks apart as I feasted on her. More and more hot cream leaked out of my little sister’s twat. Alicia’s delightful juices coated my lips and tongue.

I loved every moment of feasting on her.

I would give her such a delight. I would make her cum so hard. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. I brushed her clit. She gasped, butt-cheeks clenching beneath my kneading fingers. My thumbs swept out, dipping into her butt-crack.

I latched onto her little clit and rubbed a thumb across her asshole.

“Daddy!” she gasped, my thumb rubbing at her puckered hole. “Oh, Daddy, what are you doing to me? That’s so bad. You shouldn’t be doing that to your little girl!”

“Mmm, so I shouldn’t do this?” I asked and thrust my thumb into her asshole. Her anal ring parted, my thumb popping into her velvety depths.

“No, Daddy,” she gasped. “That’s a no-no place.”

“Isn’t your cunny one, too?” I asked and fluttered my tongue from her clit to her pussy. “Mmm, your daddy shouldn’t put his tongue in here, either.”

I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s depths. I sank my thumb deeper into her asshole while my tongue swirled around in her twat. Alicia’s moans echoed through my daughters’ bedroom. My dick throbbed in my jeans as I enjoyed her silky walls clenching around my probing tongue. Her hot asshole gripped my thumb.

Her moans grew louder. Naughtier. Her back arched. Her brown pigtails danced around the shoulders of her pink frock. Both her holes squeezed down on my probing appendages. Her juices tasted fresher. Hotter.

“Oh, Daddy, those are both no-no places!” she gasped. “You’re making me feel so…so… So naughty! You’re a bad, bad Daddy!”

“And you love it,” I groaned and sucked on her clit again.

Her asshole clamped down on my thumb. “I do, Daddy! I love being your naughty, little girl!”

Her pussy juices gushed out of her. Her fresh cream rushed out of her and bathed my face. I loved them. I reveled in them spilling over me. They coated my mouth and tongue. I licked and lapped at her vulva and pussy lips. I enjoyed every moment of her juices gushing out of her twat.

They tasted so good. Her pussy delight that coated my mouth. I drank her cream as her moans echoed through my daughters’ girlish bedroom. Her asshole writhed around my thumb. Her flesh spasmed on my tongue and thumb, rippling, writhing, feeling so amazing about them.

“My naughty little girl…”I groaned. “You taste so good. Fuck!”

“That’s a bad word, Daddy!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, Daddy! You make my cunny feel so good. And my butt! You’re such a bad Daddy! I love you! Yes, yes! I love my bad Daddy!”

I rose, my thumb stirring around in her asshole. My left hand fumbled at the fastener of my jeans. I stood over her, staring out the window at the new neighbors moving in. The woman, in her early twenties and with her black hair gathered in a ponytail, was talking to the Hispanic mover carrying in a box.

“Are you going to love your bad daddy when he does this?” I growled and pulled out my cock. My hard dick thrust out at my little sister’s twat. I pressed right against her hot cunt. I rubbed up and down her snatch until I found her pussy.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re going to put your wee-wee in my cunny?” she moaned, sounding so girlish.

“Yes!” I growled and thrust into my little sister’s depths.

Her cunt still rippled with her orgasmic pleasure. She gasped, her back arching. Her pink frock rustled around her. I ripped my thumb out of her asshole and planted my hand on the window. I stared out at the new neighbors.

We’d have to be careful until we found if they were “our” type of people.

My little sister’s pussy gripped me as I drew back. I groaned, the girlish adornment of the room only enhancing how wicked this was. Dolls and stuffed animals were strewn on the bunk bed, an open closet full of dainty clothing. The walls painted a soft pink.

I reached around Alicia and slid my hands up to her small breasts. They weren’t as tiny as they were when we were in high school. I groped them through her frock as I drilled into her. I fucked my little sister hard. I pounded her.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she gasped. “Oh, you’re doing such naughty things to my cunny! If Mommy were here, what would she do?”

“She’d be licking at your cunt around my cock fucking you!” I panted. “We’d molest you together!”

“Yes!” she gasped and came again.

Her pussy rippled around my dick drilling into her. I groaned, loving the feel of her hot flesh around my cock. That wonderful delight convulsed around my cock. Her amazing cunt sucked at me. I groaned, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her dress, loving the feel of her pussy writhing around me.

Her moans and squeaks echoed through my daughters’ bedroom. I plowed hard into my little sister. Her pussy spasmed with such wild delight around my cock. Her flesh sucked at me. I buried hard into her, coming closer and closer to exploding in my little girl.

“Daddy! Daddy! You make my cunny feel so wicked! I want your stuff to fire in me!”

“My stuff?” I gasped, pumping into her.

“Your… your love, Daddy! I want your creamy love firing into me. You know I love it when you fill me with all your love!”

“Yes!” I growled, my balls smacking into her clit on every thrust into her pussy. “I’ll feel you with so much love. I’ll pump you full of it! How does that sound?”

“Like you’re the bestest daddy in the whole world!” she squealed. “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!”

“I love you, too!” I groaned, driving into her writhing flesh. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock.

The husband appeared, black-haired like his wife. He said something to her. She nodded as she stared out at the neighborhood, admiring her new place. I drove my cock to the hilt in my little sister’s writhing pussy, her flesh sucking at me.

“Imagine what their kids would look like!” I growled. “When they’re old enough to play with their little girl!”

“Yes!” Alicia squealed. “They’d do naughty things to her little cunny and make her have all those good feelings. Like me! Oh, Daddy, give me your love!”

I drove into her and erupted. My cum pumped into my little sister’s incestuous depths. Her pussy spasmed harder. She moaned louder. I squeezed her tits through her frock as I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her cunny.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. The rapture surged over me. I groaned with each eruption. My cock spurted again and again. I flooded her snatch with my spunk. I pumped her full of all my jizz. It was an incredible rush.

“Damn,” I panted, leaning against her, I rested my chin on the top of her head, savoring being in her pussy. The pleasure flooded hot through me. “We have to see if they’re our type of people, Alicia.”

“Mmm, Mommy Pam will make sure they are one way or the other,” Alicia purred. “She loves doing that.”

I smiled. Pam’s therapy practice, focused exclusively on female clients, led many of them into incest. There was one late last year, a mother and daughter who were feuding because the daughter was jealous. She wanted her daddy all to herself.

Now, mother and daughter shared not only the man of the house but the son.

I wanted to stay in Alicia, but I had to get back to working on my legal arguments. I had court next week. And soon Hikaru and Christie would be home. It wouldn’t do to let them catch us in here. They were still a little too young to know about the fun things their dad did with their various aunts.

A few more years. Would they want to join the family fun?

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July 9th, 2024 – Alysha Walsh

I couldn’t get the memory of my brother’s cock out of my mind. It had my fourteen-year-old body on fire. My virgin flesh quivered when I came home from that wild party. And Jaiden had seen my little breasts, too.

Skinny dipping…

The backyard party had gotten so wild. I hoped no one noticed how much I stared at Jaiden’s cock. My big brother was hung. It was true what White girls giggled about Black guys. No wonder the skanks at his high school were all over him.

I’d would start attending that high school in the fall.

The moment I was home, I darted to my bedroom to finally masturbate. I loved masturbating, did it at least once a day, but I had never been so feverish for it. I burst into my bedroom, hoping Jaiden didn’t realize why I needed it so badly.

I tore my clothes off, baring my breasts. I closed my eyes, remembering the way he’d stared at my little titties as they were kissed by the sun for the first time. They were small and topped by nipples a darker shade of brown than my skin. I threw myself on the bed and wiggled out of my shorts and bikini bottoms.

I still felt the wine coolers burning through my veins, feeding these naughty thoughts about my brother.

“Jaiden,” I whimpered, my hands diving between my thighs. I rubbed at my hot cunt. My fingers worked up and down my feverish flesh. I stroked myself, reveling in the feel of my juicy, virgin twat. “You like looking at my titties, don’t you?”

I held that image of him, naked, standing at the pool edge, his eyes staring at me where I sat with my friends. He drank in the sight of my breasts while his big dick thrust out before him. My pussy clenched.

I stroked up and down my hot cunny, wanting my brother to be in me. I ached for my first time. If it were with him…

The heat blazed through me. I couldn’t believe how hot my twat was. My juices coated my fingers as I worked them up and down my slit. My wiry pubic hair tickled my digits. The tangy aroma of my twat filled my nose.

I tossed my head and groaned, “Look at my titties, Jaiden. My pussy! Oh, yes, yes, stare at me! Aren’t I hot?”

I must be. There had been other girls getting naked to go skinny dipping at the party. Other sluts with bigger tits. White girls that all the boys lusted after for their creamy skin. But he looked at my breasts. The one girl he shouldn’t be looking at.

My brother’s passionate eyes filled my mind. His cock throbbed hard for me. I squeezed my thighs around my hands rubbing at my feverish flesh. I gasped and moaned out in delight. My head tossed back and forth, the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible.

My cream spilled out of me. It coated my fingers. I brushed my clit. I gasped, “Jaiden!”

I came.

My body bucked on my bed as my orgasm burst out of me. So fast. So hot. It rushed through me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that swept drowned all my nerves. I knew he was my brother. We couldn’t ever have sex. It was wrong, but I wanted it so badly.

I lusted after it.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I howled, bucking on the bed. My fingers stroked my flesh. “Jaiden! Stare at my titties! Look at me! Jaiden! Jaiden!”

My orgasm hit a feverish pitch. I squirmed on the bed, my dyed-blonde hair brushing my cheeks. My little breasts quivered. He burned in my mind, the sun gleaming on his dark skin, his strong muscles. Two years older than me.

A stud.

“You want my titties!” I moaned as my orgasm hit that peak.

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Jaiden Walsh

“I know you want my titties, Jaiden!” Alysha howled in her bedroom.

I groaned as I stroked my cock, picturing my little sister’s small and perky tits. Perfect breasts. I had never realized how beautiful my sister was, that she wasn’t more than a brat, until that moment when I glanced over to see her top being ripped off by her friend.

I hadn’t even realized we’d both gone to the same party.

I could see them, the sun glinting off her brown curves. Her nipples hard. I wanted to keep looking at them, but there were people around us. Girls lusting after my big dick. I couldn’t let anyone know I had the hots for my sister.

“Jaiden!” Alysha moaned, coming down from her orgasm.

I erupted on her door.

The pleasure shot out of me. My cock spurted over and over, basting her door with my jizz. I wanted to break in there and stare at her titties. The pleasure slammed through my body. I sucked in deep breaths, the rapture flooding out of me.

My cum basted her white door. It ran thick down it. I shuddered, stroking it out as she panted in there. My pleasure hit that dizzying peak. The mad urge to rip open her door and pounce on her filled me.

My hand released my cock. I went for the doorknob, ready to rip it open.

What was I doing? She was my little sister. Fourteen. Two years younger than me. I couldn’t go in there. It was incest. Shame burned through me for even lusting for her. what was wrong with me. I backed away as I heard her shifting on the bed. I pulled up my athletic shorts and bolted for the living room.

I threw myself on the couch and clicked on the TV, wanting background noise.

“…think that a man should be able to marry two women?”

“Or more,” a different man answered. “This is America, after all. Why shouldn’t people marry whom they love? The Supreme Court established it as a right in Obergefell v. Hodges, legalizing gay marriage. Those in the polyamory community deserve that same right to marry whom they love.”

“Well, Clint, that’s certainly a bold position. But it would mean rewriting marriage certificates. Updating tax papers.”

“So because it’s a hassle for bureaucrats, that’s why it shouldn’t be legalized? People have the right to marry who they want.”

“Even their sister?” the other man said, snorting.

“Why not? If they’re consenting. If they’re of legal age. What’s the harm? Why does society get to judge?”

I clicked the TV off, panting. Marry your sister…

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March 15th, 2025 – Alysha Walsh

It had been months since the pool party. Jaiden stayed on my mind.

My brother burned in my thoughts. That cock set my pussy on fire. I knew it was wrong. I tried not to lust after him. I tried dating guys at my high school. White boys. Black boys. Asian boys. I’d go on a few dates with them, but while they were kissing me, one guy filled my thoughts.

The one guy I couldn’t have.

It sucked. Why did I have to be turned on by my brother? There were days I wished I’d never gone to that dumb party. That Dominique hadn’t ripped up my top or that idiot had started the whole skinny dipping thing. I could have been normal. Happy.

I found myself doing the dumbest things. Parading around the house in my panties and tight tank tops. Especially if our mom wasn’t home. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to feel his eyes on me again. To know that he wanted me.

He avoided me. Why wouldn’t he? I was his little sister. He wanted girls with tits. Girls he could fuck. He went through them. It seemed like he was partying with a different girl every Friday and Saturday, churning through the skanks and hos and all those girls who weren’t me.

Of course, it couldn’t be me. I had to move on.

It was the start of spring break. I rolled out of bed too early though. I was used to waking up for school, and I sucked at sleeping in. I stumbled out of bedroom wearing only the panties and tank top I’d slept in and stumbled out, socks whisking on the hardwood floors. Mom loved those. It was why we lived here.

I could hear her heading out the door to work, muttering about some idiot on TV. “Talking bigamy nonsense,” I heard her say. “Should smack that White boy in the head.”

The door closed before I reached the kitchen. I yawned again. I was so tired. I felt like a zombie. I should go back to bed, but now I was up. I wanted breakfast. I opened the cupboard, staring at the boxes of cereal. Shredded Wheat. Grape Nuts. Whole Grain Cheerios. I stared at them, wondering which I should choose.

My mind didn’t want to work. It was like when Grandpa let me try and drive his old car. A manual. I didn’t even think those existed out of movies. I’d kept trying to change gears and it kept grinding and grinding. That was what my brain felt like. I had to choose a cereal, but I just couldn’t make my thoughts move.

“Hey,” my brother grunted.

I just nodded. How late was I up? Masturbating to my new, shameful discovery. Incest porn. Stories written on websites about all manner of illicit things. They were so hot and naughty. Stories of big brothers and their little sisters desperate to love them.

The refrigerator opened. I kept staring at the cereal. I must have gotten two hours of sleep. My eyes felt so heavy. They were starting to close right there. My brother moved behind me, reaching past me to grab the cereal.

His crotch pressed into my rump.

I felt him. His cock hard.

This electric current shot through me. I gasped as suddenly I felt supercharged. My mind slipped into gear. I instinctively arched back into him, grinding my panty-clad rump into that bulge. To what I had craved.

I heard him breathing behind me. Ragged. Deep and throaty. His hand lowered down from the cereal box as I felt his girth. His passion. He knew I felt it. Liked it. I shouldn’t be doing this. I had to stop, but it was him. What I’d wanted all these months.

“Alysha,” he groaned, his hand resting on my shoulder. He brushed my bleached-blonde hair.

“Don’t,” I whispered, scared he’d pull away. I trembled there, not wanting to break this. His hand stroked at my bare skin beside the narrow strap of my tank top. He caressed me. Touched me. I kept grinding on him like my hips were possessed. My body blazed. Heat rippled out of my body. “Don’t stop me.”

Then his arms were around me. I gasped as my older brother nuzzled into my neck. He kissed at my feverish skin. He growled with hunger. I shuddered, the pleasure bursting through me. Then he spun me around in his arms to face him. I stared up at him. My boobs pressed into his torso, my nipples hard through my thin tank top.

“Can’t take your teasing any longer,” he groaned. “I tried. I tried so damn hard, but you… You just keep prancing around…”

He kissed me.

His lips claimed mine. My brother’s mouth was on me. I couldn’t think. I just melted against him. I felt that hardon pressing into my crotch. My pussy throbbed with this pulsing ache. It matched the wild beat of my heart. I worked my lips against him, trying to kiss him back with as much fervor.

He spun me around. I kept kissing him, clinging to him. He pushed me back against the stove. His tongue darted into my mouth. His hands grabbed my hips. He held them tight as his tongue swirled around mine. I whimpered into his mouth.

It was incredible.

His hands lifted me. He set me up on the stovetop. It was a glassware one, induction heating, no burner plates. A flat, smooth surface. I quivered as he kept kissing me, his hands on my naked thighs, stroking me. I whimpered, my fingers sliding through his short, thick hair.

A giddy thrill ran through me; my brother kissed me.

This was really happening.

Joy burst to life in my virgin pussy. My cunt clenched and relaxed. My tongue darted around in his mouth now, exploring him. I whimpered and moaned. This was a dream. Only better. I was awake. So awake and enjoying every moment of his tongue sliding around in my mouth.

His fingers slid up to my panties. He hooked his digits into the waistband. He tugged on them.

I wiggled from side to side, helping him remove them. I didn’t care that he was my brother any longer. No, I did care, and that was why I was so eager to let him take those off. We were hurtling down into incest. I wanted it so badly.

He broke the kiss. “Alysha!”

“Yes, yes, Jaiden!” I moaned, staring into his eyes.

He ripped my purple panties down my dark thighs. He slid them over my knees. He yanked them off and then pushed my legs apart. He stared down at me. What would he think when he realized I was shaved? I started doing that recently.

It made masturbation even better.

“Damn, little sis,” he breathed as he sank to his knees. “Clint was right.”

“Clint?” I moaned.

“This White guy. Gives talks about bigamy and incest. How you should be free to love who you want. He’s like banging his first cousin. Wants to marry her, but can’t.”

“Because they’re cousins?” I asked in confusion.

“Naw, that’s legal in California. He already got a wife. They both bang her. Like polygamy or some shit, but…” He stared at my pussy. “Love who you want. That’s what he says. I want to love you, Alysha.”

“Love me!” I moaned, trembling there. “I-I-I’ve been thinking about you since the party.”

He groaned, “Me, too.”

He buried his face into my pussy. I gasped as my brother’s lips rubbed into my shaved, virgin flesh. I leaned back into the wall, microwave over my head. I squirmed as my brother devoured me. I couldn’t think of any other word for it.

His tongue flew over my pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He was dominating. Powerful. My fingers slid through his short, woolly hair, gripping those tight curls. His tongue dug into my groove, caressing over my hymen to flick my clit.

Stars burst through my vision. My fourteen-year-old body quivered. My butt rubbed into the glass surface of the stovetop. My cunt clenched deep inside of me where no one could touch it. His tongue stroked up and down my labia.

I gasped when he brushed my bud.

His touch made masturbation pale in comparison. I shuddered and let him love me. I reveled in every moment of it. My ass rubbed against the stovetop. My butt-cheeks squeaked beneath me. I gasped and moaned, loving every second of his tongue fluttering up and down my twat.

Incest was amazing. My brother gave me such bliss. He stroked my petals. He feasted on my pink delight. I whimpered and then shuddered. My nipples throbbed, pressing against the thin material of my tank top.

I ripped it off.

“Jaiden!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, Jaiden! I’ve wanted this so much!”

He didn’t answer. He just stared up at me and feasted on me. Delivered to me the incestuous delight that I fantasized about. Craved. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. I slid my hands up to cup them. I squeezed my little breasts as my brother feasted on me. He gave me such bliss. Such rapture. I groaned as the pleasure rippled through me.

My thighs squeezed about his face. I held him as he stirred me towards my orgasm. His every lick and flick of his tongue gave me more and more pleasure. More and more delight. I gasped and moaned, reveling in the incestuous thrill.

“Jaiden,” I gasped. I loved saying his name. My big brother’s name. “Oh, Jaiden, yes, yes!”

He sucked with such hunger on my clit. He nibbled on it. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, the bliss swept through me. It felt incredible. It was everything that I’d hoped for and more. My brother’s mouth felt amazing.

“I’m going to cum!”

He sucked harder on my clit. His hand stroked my thighs.

“Oh, Jaiden, I’m going to cum so hard!”

He wanted that. His dark-brown eyes stared up at me with hunger. He sucked on me. He nibbled and teased me. I groaned out in delight. The pleasure surged through me. My thighs rubbed on the sides of his face. My head rubbed into the wall as I trembled.

He fluttered his tongue on my clit. I whimpered. The incestuous delight built in my cunt. Deep in me. In that place I needed to be itched. By his cock. He was so big, and I didn’t care. I wanted my first time to be with him.

“Jaiden! Jaiden!” I moaned.

“I love hearing you moan my name,” he growled and sucked on my clit again.

I exploded in forbidden passion.

“Jaiden!”

My pussy convulsed. A wild spasm that had my tangy juices gushing out. He drank them up. He licked and lapped at them. His tongue dug through my folds. He teased me. Delivered such passion to me. It was incredible. I groaned, my heart pounding. My body bucked and shuddered as the rapture surged through me.

“Oh, Jaiden! Oh, yes, yes, I love it, Jaiden!”

Stars burst across my vision. The pleasure was more than I’d ever experienced. Incestuous rapture surged over my mind. Taboo bliss blazed inside of me. I quivered and moaned, squeezing my titties as I squirmed on the smooth stovetop.

“I need you, Jaiden! I’ve wanted your cock for months! I can’t wait any longer!”

He lifted his head from between my thighs, his face drenched in my cream. My orgasms still rippled through me as he seized me in his arms and pulled me to him. My ass slid right to the edge of the stove. My head ducked out from beneath the microwave. I threw my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and kissed him.

I tasted myself on him as I trembled, his strong, dark arms around me. His cock nudged at my inner thigh, just inches from my pussy. From penetrating me and making me feel amazing. I would climax so hard on his cock. I would savor every moment of his dick surging into me.

Fucking me.

Taking my cherry.

I didn’t care that this wasn’t a romantic spot. That we weren’t in bed with R&B crooning in the background. It didn’t have to be the perfect place to lose my cherry because it was with him. I burned for my brother to be in me.

To unite our bodies. We came from the same mom. My tongue danced in his mouth as his cock slid down my thigh and into my vulva. Into my virgin flesh. I quivered when he nuzzled into my pussy lips. Pressed against my hymen.

I kissed him with hunger. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, reveling in the tangy flavor of my twat on his lips. My body buzzed from my orgasm. I wanted him in me. Fucking me. I wanted to feel his cock slamming home in me.

He pushed on me with that thick cock. He was long. Hung. I knew it. I had no fear, though. It was my first time, but my brother wouldn’t hurt me. Not after that amazing orgasm he just gave me. He delivered rapture unto me.

I would repay him.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “Jaiden!”

“Alysha.” He stared into my eyes. They brimmed with all his passion. I quivered, so ready for this moment. He pushed and pushed against me. My cherry stretched and stretched.

Popped.

I gasped as my brother entered me. He tore through my hymen and filled me up. Inch after inch after inch of his cock slid into my deflowered pussy. I groaned out loud, quivering as my juicy flesh stretched to take him.

There was so much of him to take.

“Oh, my god, Jaiden! You’re in me!”

“Alysha!” he growled, the passion in him. He finally bottomed out in me. I couldn’t believe I’d taken all of him. I squeezed around him. It almost hurt, but I felt so good from my orgasm that I didn’t care. I wanted him to pump away in me.

He drew back. My flesh clung to him. I held him tight and shuddered. It was incredible to feel him in me. How big and thick he was. How much he filled me. Then he rammed back to the hilt in me. I gasped at the second time he buried into me.

All that cock stuffed in my little pussy.

My brother’s cock.

Such joy shot through me. I kissed him again, clung to him. I rubbed his naked back. My breasts rubbed into his muscular chest. He drilled into me with his thick cock. He buried into me again and again. He rammed hard. Fast. He pumped away at me, stimulating me. The pleasure surged through my body.

I loved how he rammed his cock hard and fast into my pussy. I shuddered at how much passion he gave me as pumped away at my twat. This wasn’t the slow love-making of my fantasies. This was the carnal passion of incest.

Of forbidden lusts unleashed.

I bucked into his thrusts. My fingers clawed his back. His every thrust sent me closer and closer to making me explode. It was incredible. A hot delight. I felt dizzy from the thrill of his cock plundering into my cunt over and over again.

He delivered such bliss to me. Such rapture. I savored it. My cunt squeezed around him. I held him tight as he buried into my cunt over and over again. I shuddered, loving every hot plunge of his cock into my naughty depths.

My brother was amazing.

I loved him so much.

I loved him being in me, stimulating me. I kissed him. Our tongues danced and dueled as my orgasm built and built again. Another burst of forbidden rapture delivered by his amazing cock plundering my cunt.

He thrust hard and fast. I clung to him, my nipples rubbing into his strong chest. Pleasure burst from my nubs in powerful sparks. Dizzying heat rushed through me. My head shook as the pleasure flooded through me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing around that thick and delicious cock plunging hard and fast into me.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “I’m going to cum, Jaiden!”

“Just moan my name when you do!”

“Jaiden!” I groaned, loving the hunger in his eyes. The delight. “Oh, Jaiden, I’m going to cum on your big, beautiful cock!”

“Yes!”

He thrust so hard into me. He filled me up. My pussy felt like it was made for his cock. We were siblings. So maybe it was. I squeezed around him, drinking in the girth of his cock filling me up again and again.

That wonderful delight surged through me. My cunt squeezed around him. I drank in the friction. My nipples throbbed against his chest. My thighs gripped him and my fingernails raked down his back. It was incredible to enjoy.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped. “That’s great! That’s amazing! Jaiden! I-I-I… Yes!”

I came.

“Jaiden! Jaiden! Jaiden!”

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his cock plunging into me. This pleasure surged me to the top of the world. To howling heights of ecstasy that I didn’t know I could reach. My brother’s cock buried into my spasming, writhing, hungry pussy.

He drove that big dick into me again and again. My flesh burst with bliss each time. Ecstasy swept through me hot and fast. I moaned out his name over and over, drunk on the rush of my brother loving my twat. On his cock plunging into me over and over. It was incredible. A thrill. My pussy spasmed around his dick, aching for him.

“Alysha!” he growled, the sexiest sound in the world. “My Alysha!”

“Yours!” I gasped, cumming even harder. “Jaiden.”

My brother erupted in me. His hot cum pumped into me again and again. Spurt after spurt of incestuous jizz fired into my unprotected pussy. My cunt writhed and spasmed around him. My flesh milked him dry. I savored the delight. I reveled in the bliss of him pumping his seed into me. I loved it.

Stars danced before my eyes. I held him tight. I groaned, my pussy milking out every drop of his seed. He dumped it all into me. It was the best feeling in the world. It was an amazing delight. I savored every last moment of his cock spurting into me.

“Alysha,” he panted as my pussy drained him dry. His cum filled me. Brimmed in me.

I groaned and gasped, my head spinning. I felt dazed by the bliss. “Oh, Jaiden, this is going to be the best spring break ever.

He smiled at me and kissed me with passion. It finally happened. All my fantasies had come true. I had my brother’s love in me. His cock. His seed. I had him.

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June 3rd, 2025 – Delilah Midgley

My feet ached from my long shift. My keys rattled in the lock. I opened the door and took two steps into the living room before I noticed my son on the couch. He snored, passed out. I blinked at the cans of beer lying around him.

Drinking again. He was barely eighteen. An adult now, but he didn’t need to be drinking in my living room and passing out in… in… He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. The A/C wasn’t working in the apartment. My shitty landlord claimed it would be fixed tomorrow. His snores rattled the room as I stared at his boxers.

At my obsession.

I had fought it for years, this incestuous lust for my son’s big cock. He was hard. His dick swelled the front of his boxers. The slit every pair of boxers had was gaped open, revealing his fleshy shaft. He twitched and throbbed with his heartbeat.

I drifted to him, my purse falling from my hands. The soreness in my feet vanished. I fell to my knees before the couch. One of his arms had spilled off, fingers half curled, a can by it. He was strong. He had just gotten a job working construction. He was proud to help pay the bills.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I shuddered. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong. He was my son.

My hand reached out and slid into the slit. I felt his cock.

Stop this! You can’t do this! He’s your son! You’re his mother!

I pulled his cock out through the slit and stared at it for the first time since I walked in on him masturbating a few years ago.

This is wrong. It’s not too late. You can control yourself. You have to. Don’t be a bad mother.

I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. I salivated for his cock. I hungered for it. I pressed my lips against the tip. He throbbed in my grip. He kept snoring, oblivious to his naughty mommy sliding her tongue around the crown of his cock.

I tasted his precum. This heady rush shot through me. I squeezed my thighs together. My pussy burned as my tongue traced around his cock. I hated when his father, my ex-husband, made me blow him. But my son…

I would gladly blow my son.

My lips slid over Ian’s crown. I savored the texture of his thick dick. Not that little prick his father had. Oh, no, my son had a cock. I squeezed my eyes shut and enjoyed the feel of my mouth sliding down his shaft. That voice screaming a warning snuffed out as the lust surged through me.

I sucked on my son’s cock for the first time.

I committed incest.

My cheeks hollowed as I loved his cock with my mouth. I bobbed, working my head up and down. A few strands of my blonde hair escaped my bun and spilled down my face. They caressed my burning cheeks as I bobbed my head.

He kept sleeping as I gave him such bliss. My hand stroked his cock. I pumped up and down his thick base. He was so long. My pussy clenched, begging to be touched. I knelt there, squirming my thighs together as I loved him, scared he would wake up at any moment.

And excited for him to groan awake and love my mouth on his dick.

His precum tasted so delicious. His shaft throbbed in my mouth. He tasted incredible. His precum stained my tongue. I swept over him. I loved the way he twitched and throbbed in my mouth. I was such a naughty mother. Such a wicked, sinful, disgusting woman.

I molested my son. I loved his cock. I sucked with all my might. He groaned but stayed passed out. His cock twitched and throbbed in my mouth. My pussy approached a feverish boil. It was so exciting sucking on him.

Being such a naughty, naughty mommy.

The slurping sounds echoed through the living room. My clothing rustled, breasts jiggling in my bra. My drool ran down his shaft to my stroking hand. My tongue caressed him between sucks. He throbbed and twitched.

He groaned.

His cock erupted.

Hot jizz pumped into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the incestuous flavor of my son’s cum. Salty and thick. It was incredible. I hated his father’s seed, but I gulped down my boy’s spunk like it was ambrosia.

He came from me. I made him in my womb. My pussy ached for him to be in me again. I swallowed down every load of cum he had, my pussy on fire. I fisted up and down his dick, working out all the spunk.

I drained him.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and panted. “Oh, my god,” I moaned and shoved his cock back into his boxers. “What did you do, Delilah?”

I bolted to my feet and ran to my room. I threw myself on my bed, found my big dildo, and thrust it between my thighs. I didn’t take my panties off. I yanked them out of the way and rammed the shaft into my pussy.

“Ian!” I howled, crying out my son’s name as I came, the salty flavor of his cum strong on my lips. I bucked on the bed, shuddering through my orgasm. Stars burst across my vision. I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing from side to side. “Oh, yes, yes, Ian!”

The pleasure drowned me. I spasmed, my mind drinking in the ecstasy. My clothing rustled. I trembled through the bliss, my legs spasming. My body quivered. The bed creaked beneath me as I thrashed to my peak.

Then I collapsed into panting guilt. I had just molested my son. How could I do that? I couldn’t let that ever happen again. I had to be better. I was his mother. I rolled onto my side and held my pillow to my face.

Why was I such a terrible mother?

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April 9th, 2027 – Pam Elliston

The doorbell rang.

A young woman with black hair opened the door and a smile crossed her lips. She wore a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her body looking fit and toned. Her gaze flicked back and forth from us, a questioning look in her eyes.

“Hi, we’re you’re neighbors!” I said. “I’m Pam and this is Melody. We live across the street.”

“Oh, hi, I’m Catherine,” the woman said then spotted the casserole I held, still piping hot. “Catherine Nicholson. Oh, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense,” I said as I handed her the dish. “Just be careful. It’s fresh. My mother-in-law made it. She’s a great cook.”

“Well, come in, come in,” she said and backed away. “Issac, look, our new neighbors have brought us supper. It’s Pam and Melody.”

Her husband appeared. He also had black hair, a tall and fit man in jeans and a wife-beater. He looked sweaty from unpacking. I frowned. There was something about him. He looked so similar to the woman. They had the same facial features. Cheekbones. Noses. Ears. They could be siblings.

Were they?

“I’m Isaac,” he said, grinning. “That smells delicious.”

“We’re just here to welcome you to the neighborhood,” I said. Excitement rippled through me. If they were brother and sister posing as a married couple… My pussy ached. Had we lucked out? “We want to get to know you. We like to know our neighbors.”

The young couple—the siblings?—grinned and nodded.

To be continued…

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