real-incest-stories

My Naughty Sister Akriti

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Hey everyone, this is my real-life story. I am Viveakanand from Kerala. My younger sister‘s name is Akariti, she is 23 yrs old. She looks like south Indian actress Ulka Gupta. She studies in Delhi. She only comes home once a year. During the lockdown, my younger sister was fully at home. I used to have an attraction to her from a very young age itself. But she was very orthodox and traditional. She only wore traditional dresses. Jeans were the most modern dresses that she ever wore. But she was in a relationship with a person. I knew they … Read more

Coming Home for Christmas

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Jack was upset. Or maybe he was annoyed. Or just uncomfortable. On reflection Jack admitted that he didn’t have any right to be any of these things. Due to the heavy snow, his last shift before the Christmas Shut Down was canceled so he had an extra evening at home, snuggled up on the couch with his curvaceously sexy wife, Marion, drinking some wine and watching a Christmas movie. Except they’d usually be naked save for their thick bathrobes and as the evening crept on, gentle fondling, caressing and teasing beneath folds would lead to oral pleasuring of each other … Read more

Hot blonde Ruhi:part-04

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Hi everyone, It’s a closed door sexual relations going on in my house as my younger sister is here for a week.she is married for last 2 months only and her white complexion with a height of 5’5 feet makes her attractive (read prev story Hot blonde Ruhi part 3). Her physical measurement is 32-26-36 and her lovely tits are too hot as she looks wild as her sexy ass moves while she walks. It’s a nice morning as I am in dinning hall with my sister and mom having a morning tea together.looking at mom ,Ruhi said….. “mom today … Read more

Mother must decide what’s best for her son

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Mother must decide what’s best for her son, incest, family taboo, Snowy days dot my memory. Seminal events in my life seemed to play out with a white background. I looked out at the rounded mounds in the back yard while thinking about my mother. Even her name sounded round to me; Robin…Robin Owen. Everything about her form spoke of roundness… places for the eye to rest… places for the hand to glide over and caress. I wasn’t supposed to notice of course because she was my mother. No… not much. I laughed to myself as my mind flew into a … Read more