extrem incest

My name is Beth. I am daddy’s little girl and very sexy. I know this because my daddy has always told me how sexy I am. He’s worshipped my body for years now, and this is me telling you how my daddy got his large penis inside my tight little cunnie. For the longest time, I was afraid of my daddy. He was so big and powerful, with huge arms, and long legs. His eyes were dark brown, and I thought he had to be a bad guy because of the depths of darkness I saw in them. They were so dark sometimes that they looked black as coals. My daddy’s hair was jet black too, so silky and smooth, his hair was always fixed perfectly.
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So Jenny keeps working on her sister for the next couple of minutes and you notice that Britany is about to cum. You tell Jenny to stop and you move over to Britany. Britany is a little upset but you tell her to relax youll soon make her feel better. You rub the head of your cock along her pussy lips and start to sink in her a few inches until you reach her hyman. You tell her “Hold on honey this is going to hurt a little” with that you pull back and bust her cherry. Her pussy is like a vice on your cock and you rub her clit with your finger till she cums. With her orgasm you ask her if she is ready and she says yes. So you slowley move back and forth in her. Her pussy is so tight your having trouble lasting, suddenly she has another orgasm. Your about to cum, you can either cum in her knowing she is a kid and her menstrual cycles if she is having any are probably pretty irreglar, and even if she isnt having any she will probably soon since she has tits. Knowing this there is probably a good chance of knocking her up.
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Though I really don’t want to talk about this I feel I just have to share my darkest secret with somebody. It isn’t a nice story. Mind you, I don’t regret anything. At the time it seemed right. No not right. I don’t exactly know what I mean. It’s hard to explain. It just happened. If you don’t mind I think I’ll better explain to you how it all happened.

I grew up under very poor circumstances in a small southern town. My mother and I lived in a one room and a kitchen apartment in a very shabby neighborhood. My mother was a cleaner at the local hospital. She was divorced and I never knew my father. Unfortunately for her she got to know this nurse how sold her ninety-five proof medical alcohol, which she diluted with some juice, and soon enough mom became a weekend drunk. You know the type. When Friday afternoon comes they drink themselves into stupor. They take care of job and obligations during the week alright, but during the weekend it’s as if they change into someone else. Mom did just that. At the beginning she didn’t want me to see her drunk so I think she waited to start to drink seriously until I had gone to bed and that was easy before I was a teenager. In my preteens I never was much for late nights. Early to bed and early to rise is and was my motto.
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i did not write this .. but just sharing it

My name is Leon and I have a wonderful wife. Linda and I have been trying to have a child, but every month she is right on time with her period. Our doctor has tested my sperm and thinks it is my problem. He has suggested we consider a sperm bank if we want to have children. We are seriously considering that, but we want to keep trying for awhile longer.

My sister, Eileen, and her husband, Edward, visit us often with their two children. The children are old enough to be tearing around the house while we visit. We don’t mind the noise because we like watching them play and, at the same time, wishing we had at least one of our own. Eileen and Edward sympathize with us and suggest we go ahead to use the sperm bank.
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Cissy pirouetted in front of everyone, showing off her shiny red satin gown. “Isn’t it lovely, Uncle Bill?” She still couldn’t get over how she looked; she’d never had a dress like this before. It was almost strapless — just two thin strands across her smooth-skinned shoulders. They weren’t even holding it up; that was taken care of by the stiff corset that actually produced something like a bosom. It had taken some convincing to get away with not wearing a shawl to cover up. But at least all the discussion over her decolletage — not that anyone came right out and said that’s what they were discussing, of course — anyway, all that talk had kept them from saying anything about the slit that went from her ankles clear up to her hip. She twirled again, careful not to swing the slit open too wide. She felt too happy to have an argument now.
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this in not my story but one i enjoyed and chose to share

Warning - This is an Incest Category story so if this category offends, please proceed no further.

Rest assured - No Dolphins were porpoise-ly abused in the writing of this story. The one Dolphin that was unfortunately injured when she banged her nose on the bottom of my kayak during this stories research phase is now resting comfortably at a Dolphin hospice two miles east of South Beach. She’s under the tender care of her Daddy.
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It was a Fall evening and while coming home late I chanced on my older sister Lisa. She was a Goth (one of those people that dressed in all black and fancied they are vampires or supernatural beings) and had been at Ruth’s Goth party. Lisa was intoxicated stating “I am drunk and High…(laughing)wow” and I helped her home. As I took her upstairs with my arm around Lisa she said “are you feeling me up, your hand is so nice on my titty” and giggled. I helped her to her room. Lisa offered “I let Tom the guy from school feel me up but I wished it was you little brother (my face turned beet red)…I am going to change into my pajama’s…I’ll leave Lisa…No you can stay I’ll turn my back” she smiles.
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My story I guess starts when I met my husband and his brother Brad. At the age of 12 Brad was 13 years our junior. During the two years my husband and I dated I got to know brad quite well. He was a cute kid, a bit shy and almost from the beginning started to show signs of a teen boy crush on me. It was so obvious in those early years that even his mom would tease me that I had stolen the hearts of both her sons.

At the age of 14 Brad was in our wedding party and we continued to become close friends and now family, My husband and I moved close to the city so we did not see brad as often but still had him over for the occasional weekend or camping trip. As the years went on Brad was growing up and his little crush on me either disappeared or maybe he just got better at hiding it. He was still sweet to me and on a few occasions I caught him stealing a glance. But then again at that age boys are a ball of hormones and will look at anybody.
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First the true part:
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Back in the days, where I was a younger guy experiencing my sexual desires, I once stood with my sister, who worked out of town to become a cook. We stood in the same studio, of course, and I never thought anything about it.

One day, on a Sunday, my sister said that she would lie on the sun just outside on the balcony. I recognized that she only wore a towel around her body and I was wondering what is going on.

A bit later my curiosity took over and I sneaked a peak through the lower corner of the window and there she lay on the floor of the balcony all beautifully naked. I had a first row view on every single part of her body and noticed that she was rather heavily haired between her legs but not enough not to be able to see her juicy lips.
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Most people would think it was odd for a boy to be ramming his big hard prick into his little sister’s sopping pussy until he fountained his sperm into her unprotected womb.

But I didn’t.

You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, and then maybe you’ll understand.

In 1954 our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away. Daddy raised horses and sheep. Momma kept some chickens and a huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the wild west days. Every once in a while he’d shoot one and drag it in with a team of horses and we’d butcher it. Our days were full of making that farm work.
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