Incest - Page 324
I am new at this so please go easy on the critiques. I only recently acknowledged this fantasy outloud and thought I would write a story. I have never written formally before so I hope you enjoy it. I will write more if the response to it is good



Will the cycle never end? I swear the devil has chosen my family as his house of incest. It all started with my sister, mother and me. My parents were divorced when I was a young child and I lived with my paternal grandparents and father on a farm. I was my mother’s favorite child
ATTENTION: This is a story out of imagination only. It is intended only for those places in the imagination where we think things that we would never do and would not work out that well in real life. It is a fiction and intended for entertainment of the private mind only



The Futa Fairy – Futa MILF's Harem Wish Chapter One: Mrs. Fatima's Forbidden Desires By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 “Have a good night a work, husband,” I said formally in Arabic as I embraced Tarik, fighting my disgust at the sour reek about him
ear old sister bust into my room, my back was to her and before I could turn around she blurted out “Do you want to have sex with me?” As I turned around all I could managed to say was “WHAT?” Mia was standing there, her hands on her hips said “Do you want to fuck me?” “Hell yes” I answered
Chapter 8 - Coping It had been 3 weeks since my older sister Jackie had moved in unexpectedly. There was lots of crying and she was very clingy and looking for constant attention and affirmation
This is the story of Zeenat, she is around 27 years old. Married, but have not yet become a mother even after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother



Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Part Seven: Edited Lives By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Becky Davis I lay on my bed trying not to hear the moans bleeding through the walls. She did it



Right guys. This is my first story so give me some genuine feedback please. This story doesn't specifically involve any sex. It's just a template. I want to do things differently here. I want to know what you want me to do to the characters



It was going to be another long summer living with my parents. I could not find a job after graduation. I wanted to move out. But I need to make some money. Both my parents worked. They were gone before I got up most days. They did not come home until after 6pm because of traffic
I knew the day would come. I’d seen them looking and sniggering, whispering to each other. That day had arrived and it would change my life for ever. Let me explain…… My mom had died when I was 5. I was an only child and it was left to my dad to raise me best he could



This is the third part from "Barbara is just right" series. This week was supposed to be another hot one. The Lake was crowded with boats and their quest to be cooled by the mountain lake water
THE GIRLS NEXT DOOR - CHAPTER 2 I woke up, hoping to find the 2 girls from next door downstairs like they were yesterday, my house was silent so I got out of bed with just my boxers on and looked out of the window towards Claire and Stacey’s house



Moments in Time from my Life: Chapter 3 “The Campgrounds” I finished crying over the fact that John was probably only being nice to me because of my aunt. I went into my bedroom where I got dressed. I then joined my aunt out in the kitchen. “So how was your tour?” Aunt Lisa asked



Ryan stood in the doorway of his little sister’s room watching the sweet girl sleep. This was the third night in a row he had stood here with his hand down his boxers, thinking about how soft Mel’s tiny lips would be to kiss