Category: incest stories

Girlfriends Amazing Daughter

I was dating a fine woman. She was in her 40’s working woman that had a freaky side. What I would soon find out is her 18 year old daughter had the same genes. Liz, my girlfriend, was gonna be working all day and because we had a little sleep over the night before I told her that I’d be here at her house when she got home from work.

After lunch I went out back to take a smoke and when I walked back in I saw smooth tanned legs and a small black skirt heading upstairs. I knew it was Angie, Liz’s sexy daughter. She was absolutely fine, in everyone’s book. About 5’1″ a nice firm 36 C that was just the right amount of perkiness, an ass that stuck out even in loose fitting skirts, which she wore frequently. The most beautiful capturing blue eyes and lips that you can’t decide whether to kiss or have suck on you.

I walked up after her, just to see how her day at school went. When I walked in her room she already had music playing and her homework out.

“Hey youngin how was school?”

“It was good. Boring as usual just school.” She leaned back in her chair pushing her already perky tits outward.

“That’s normal. Hey your mom is gonna be workin past dinner, want me to order some food for us.” Hoping we could do a little bonding. I’m sure her mom would like that.

“Sure can we get pizza? ” Staring up into my eyes as she asked and for that split second I imagined her looking up at me while she sucked my dick.

“Yea no problem.” I mean how could I say no.

“Awesome.” She squeaked. Then went back to working on her homework.

“So what are you working on?”

“Its math, but I’m not understanding any of it. Can you help me?” She gets up and offers me to sit in her chair at the desk.

“Well certainly.” And once again, how could I say no. “What seems to be the problem?” As I sit down she leans behind me with her boobs on the back of my head.

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Dad and Sister Get Caught

Since my mom and dad were divorced, we lived with my mom. My dad would come around occasionally to visit or to pick us up and take us out somewhere for ice-cream or something else. As we got older their relationship became less and less civil so my dad would not come around very often.

When I was 18 and in high school the summer before my senior year, my older sister was 20 and she kind of looked after me and my two younger brothers when our mom was at work. My older brother (28) at the time was still living at home too but my sis was in community college and working part time so she was home more.

I was working out for football with my buddies during the day that summer and my two younger brothers were going to a day camp at the local playground run by the YMCA. I didn’t have my own car so I would get rides from my buds to and from practice and when we went out carousing. My sister did have a little compact car that she used to get to and from school and work. My mom car pooled to work with a neighbor.

One day during the summer we were supposed to have workouts at the weight room and then go to the track for running. Well, the building the weight room was in was closed for maintenance when we got there so we could not lift. We went ahead and did our running workout and then decided to head home.

My buddy lived past our house so he would usually drop me off in front on his way home. That day, as we went down my street, I noticed that my dad’s work truck was parked on a side street about half a block away from my house. My sister was supposed to be at work at her part time job that day as she didn’t have classes. I was hoping to have the afternoon to myself, so I could get some porn from my brothers room and spend an hour or two reading porn stories and jerking off. However, when we pulled up to my house I noticed my sister’s car parked in our driveway. Damn, I was hoping to be alone!

Well, when I got to the front door in was slightly open and the glass/screen storm door was shut. I was thinking to myself it was strange that my sister was not at work, she needed the money. I was also suspicious that my dad might be in the house because I was sure that was his truck parked a block away. So I slowly opened the screen door to keep it from creaking and giving anyone the notion that someone entered. My sister didn’t think I was due back for another two hours and she had to pick up my little brothers later that afternoon.

My sister had a bedroom on the first floor and because our old house had settled quite a bit, the door to her room did not shut the whole way because the frame was off. It was how I spied on her when she was changing or coming out of the shower. As I entered the living room I could hear some muffled voices and what sounded like moaning, it was coming from my sister’s room.

I headed down the hall towards her door and stopped for a minute. Her door left a 2 to 3 inch gap between the edge of the door and the frame from top to bottom. The angle of the view into the room led right to a large mirror she had on the wall and it reflected to her bed perfectly. I peaked in through the opening and looked at the mirror and my jaw immediately dropped at what I saw!

There was my sister totally naked, laying on top of my DAD in a 69 position!! Her head was closest to the mirror and I could see perfectly her mouth dancing up and down on my Dad’s fat cock. It wasn’t super long but it was unusually thick. I looked almost like a beer can. He had a large ball sack hanging below it that looked like it contained two tangerines.

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Sisters Forever

“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!”

Ashley groaned and buried her face in her pillow as she screamed that phrase for the hundredth time. “Why can’t they just give me some peace?” she cried and wrapped the silken pillow around her head and kicked her long legs up and down on the bed in a frustrated tantrum. But as the loud music and laughter drifted upstairs from the sorority party on the first floor, Ashley sighed and admitted that this discomfort is what she deserved.

Ashley was a sophomore at the local university, not far from her home in Massachusetts. During her freshman year, she lived in the dorms, but had decided to join one of the university sororities. Ashley had rushed for the Tri Kappa Sigma sorority as a freshman, and after several grueling weeks of hazing and serving the established sisters, she was finally accepted and welcomed. As a member of the sorority, Ashley gained all the privileges of a sister, including the option of moving out of the dorms and into the off-campus sorority house as a freshman, before any of the other students were allowed to move off-campus. However, Ashley wasn’t so sure she could handle living with her numerous sisters, whose parties had become the stuff of legend around the campus.

Ashley was an academic-minded girl, attending the university due to a full academic scholarship, and she knew full well just how hard it would be to maintain the required 3.60 or higher GPA to keep that scholarship while living in the dorms, much less at the sorority house. So Ashley declined and finished out her freshman year in the dorms. However, upon returning to school this September for her sophomore year, Ashley was convinced by her best friend and sorority sister, Kali, to move into the sorority house. Now, on this particular night, as the music sounded louder than ever before, Ashley really regretted her decision.

It was balmy September night in the beginning of the semester. One of those last lingering days of summer that just would not relent in its hot discomfort. Ashley rolled over onto her back and kicked the sheet off her body in hot frustration. Ashley was an attractive young woman, 19 with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was in decent shape with small 32B perky breasts, although some would call her a little lanky for her 5’10″ frame. Ashley tried to get comfortable, but the heat of the night was just too much to bear. Even with her two windows wide open and dressed in just a simple black bra and panties, this last summer night would not let go of its discomfort.

A soft knock sounded on her door, almost too soft to hear over the din of the party below. “What!?” Ashley called out in an irritated voice.

The door opened to reveal the form of her friend Kali dressed in a long white robe, who entered in a shy fashion and closed the door behind her. Kali was a beautiful young woman, at 20 a year older than Ashley, the two had met during Ashley’s first weeks as a pledge and instantly became the best of friends. Kali had long blonde hair that wasn’t the type of hair that simply fell down to her shoulders. Kali’s hair was “full”, as Ashley called it, framing her clear, smooth face and wonderful brown eyes. Kali smiled a little and walked over to sit next to Ashley on the bed.
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Model Niece

At 38, I was fortunate enough to have a successful career as a commercial photographer. While I did my share of weddings and bar mitzvah’s, I also got to shoot many fashion sessions, meeting many beautiful young women and being blessed with the opportunity to have sex with a number of them. My wife didn’t appreciate this very much, which explains why she is now my ex-wife. But then she was also a model I had met on a shoot before our relationship blossomed into a 5-year long argument. Fortunately, we didn’t have any children to fuck up so the divorce was about as clean as it could be.

While it would have been nice to have had some kids, I have come to accept this as something that will probably never be. But I have also been lucky enough to have my older brother’s kids to enjoy and spoil. By brother has two daughters, Beckie and Jenna. They are both smart, beautiful and sweet kids and I have enjoyed spending time with them while they were growing up. They were also incredibly photogenic and I had used them as models here and there for different projects ranging from children’s clothing ads to portraits.

Beckie and Jenna are now grown up. Beckie is 22 and is finishing up college and on her way to graduate school to get her MBA next Fall. Jenna is 18 and just graduated high school. While she is as bright as her sister, she is not the straight arrow that Beckie is. From the time she was little, we all knew that Beckie would be a business woman. There was just something about her. Jenna, on the other hand, was the wild child of the two, often flighty and irresponsible. Luckily she was also drop-dead gorgeous and could easily get out of trouble with a smile or a glance. But it didn’t get her into college. So Jenna was taking time off after high school to figure out what she was going to do.

My brother and I are a lot like his girls. He went to college to become a CPA and I went to art school for two years before dropping out. As a result, I always understood Jenna better than Beckie, and we were the closer for it. I guess that’s one reason why Jenna came to me to talk about breaking into the modeling business, the other being I was a photographer. She told me her parents weren’t happy with the idea and hoped that I would talk her out of it. Part of me wanted to – it’s not an easy career and it’s short lived. The road to success is filled with exploiters, scumbags and perverts, and the girl’s who make it are few and far between.

But another part of me knew that Jenna had what it took to be a model. She was more beautiful than most of the girls I had shot over the years. She had striking auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that could make a grown man cry. Lucky for her I was her uncle or I might have been one of the perverts trying to get into her panties.

I told Jenna that while her father would probably kill me, I would help her get a portfolio together and introduce her to some people who could help her. She was ecstatic. We set aside a few days to shoot her book and I told her what kind of clothes to bring to the shoot. I also made arrangements for her to meet with my friend Emily to learn make-up techniques. Emily is a makeup artist and former model I have worked with and casually dated over the years. In any event, I was treated to the biggest hug I’d ever gotten from Jenna, which left me dazed enough to momentarily forget that she was my niece.
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Sister Strips

Jerry was spending a few days with his old high school buddy, Bill, and his sister, Barbara. Jerry hadn’t seen Bill in years, and when he found that he would be in his town on business, he had called to say hello. Bill had insisted that he stay with them, instead of at a motel. That evening, after a good dinner, the three of them were sitting in the den sipping wine and talking.

“By the way, Barbara, how did your class go today?” Bill asked his sister.

“Great,” she grinned. “Wait until you see what we learned today.”

“I can hardly wait,” Bill grinned.

“What kind of class are you taking?” Jerry asked.

Barbara grinned wickedly. “Strip tease dancing!”
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