The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

[live4thebj]

There has subtle things that my sister and I have done through the years that no one knows about. Given the right circumstances we probably will/would fuck one day.

On a side note I am in conversation with someone that is living proof as well as others that incest isn't a bad thing and if consensual it's at times better than sex in general. To honor this person's trust I can't say anymore.

 

[geo_guy]

Care to share some of those subtle moments wih your sister Live4thebj?

 

[live4thebj]

Dry humping my hand
Cuddling on multiple occasions while holding her tit and feeling her nipple getting hard
Fooling around with my foot rubbing her pussy through her pants
Kisses goodnight on the lips
Climbing into bed with me and having me spoon her from behind with my morning hardon rubbing against her

 

[geronimo_appleby]

shameless plug. an excerpt from A Driving Lesson:

BARRY LAKER sat in the passenger seat and stared fixedly ahead. He was trying to keep his eyes off his daughter, averting his gaze from the tops of her thighs and, more disturbingly, the bulge of her pussy inside pristine white underwear.

"Where are you going, Tash?" Barry asked. He looked out of the side window as the scenery changed from the town's sprawl to the fields of Cambridgeshire. "Your driving test is around town, there's no need to come out here. You don't need to practice driving on the open road."

"But it's a gorgeous day, Dad," Natasha replied. "Besides," she added, "I packed a little picnic for us. I thought we could park somewhere quiet and peaceful and have a little bite of lunch."

Barry sensed rather that saw his daughter's face turn to him. He was still looking out of the window avoiding looking at her youthful but very womanly thighs.

"Is that all right, Dad?" added Natasha.

With no reasonable argument against the idea Barry nodded and gave a half shrug. A halt might be a good idea, he reasoned. It would save him the embarrassment of having to mention how high Natasha's kilt had ridden, would spare them both some discomfort and awkwardness. If they stopped and left the car it would probably save Natasha the utter mortification of having her own father telling her that her knickers were on show.

"Do you have anywhere in mind?" Barry asked, turning to regard his daughter's profile for the first time in minutes.

The girl's head bobbed up and down, ponytail flicking. "Oh yes, Dad," Natasha replied, making her father blink when he heard the odd, husky timbre in her tone. "Next to a river," the girl added. "Nice and quiet, Daddy."

Barry swallowed heavily when his daughter used that appellation. There was something about her use of Daddy that troubled him, caused a ripple of inappropriate sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"Sounds good," Barry croaked. "How far?"

"Not very at all," Natasha replied. "In fact, we're here." The girl's blonde ponytail flicked again as she nodded towards the road ahead. "Just up past those trees."

Natasha turned right, directing the car through a gap in the hedgerow that Barry had never noticed before. He was familiar with the road, having used it in the past when the traffic on the A1 artery promised to be choc-a-block, using the back roads as a diversion from the chaos of the main trunk route when reports on the radio warned him in time. Barry had passed the spot dozens of times before, but had simply failed to register the opening.

It was a short drive along a decent road, no problem for the low-slung Audi, and Natasha pulled up at the edge of the tarmac, parking the car at the apex of a lollipop turning circle.

The couple sat in silence for a long moment after Natasha switched off the ignition, with Barry still avoiding looking at his daughter's legs.

"Come on then," the girl said, flinging open the door on her side. "Let's go, Dad."

Barry watched Natasha fling one leg out of the car, gulping as the kilt rode even higher, his glance coinciding with the girl's thighs parting, the movement forcing the skirt to bunch up almost around Natasha's hips.

"Oops," Natasha said after clambering out of her seat. "Did I give you a flash, Daddy?"

Barry remained silent, stuck for a response while he sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He paused and blew out his cheeks, the previous inhalation leaving on a long sigh.

Natasha flipped the driver's seat forward and leaned back in to grab a plastic carrier bag and her silver shoes from the tiny back seat. Then, after pulling the keys from the ignition and closing the door, she quickly changed her footwear.

Natasha led and Barry followed, the young woman going along a narrow path while Barry wondered why she insisted on wearing those shoes out in the countryside.

"You keep the key in your pocket, Dad," Natasha said, back-handing her father the fob and silver key. "I haven't got any pockets," she added with a giggle before walking a few yards further along the path.

Barry pocketed the key and couldn't help watching his daughter's behind as the kilt twitched, the hem flicking as she moved.

A few moments later, when the pair reached a small enclosed area next to the river, Natasha stopped.

"Isn't this perfect, Dad?" breathed Natasha. She turned to face her father, her expression intent. "Isn't it just a lovely spot? It's so quiet and secluded. Nobody can see us from the road."

When his daughter sighed, Barry felt another tug of that indefinable emotion. He had a sense there was something on his daughter's mind, and he was both puzzled and strangely affected by her mention of how secluded they were. Natasha's words about the place not being overlooked troubled him, but there was also an element to the way she spoke, a husky drawl, a whisky-voiced edge that caused a tingle in a place that had no business being stimulated by his own daughter.

With no mind for the fact it was grass beneath her, Natasha squatted and then sat, the action causing, again, the kilt to ride high on her thighs.

"Come on, Daddy," Natasha said, patting the grass next to her as she smirked up at her father. "Sit down."

And, as he had done during the drive out of town, Barry tried to keep his eyes away from his daughter's plump pudenda as she sat there apparently unaware that her father could see all of her between her thighs.

 

[whynotjustsayit]

Dry humping my hand
Cuddling on multiple occasions while holding her tit and feeling her nipple getting hard
Fooling around with my foot rubbing her pussy through her pants
Kisses goodnight on the lips
Climbing into bed with me and having me spoon her from behind with my morning hardon rubbing against her

Niiiiiiiiiice. Very sexy.

 

[whynotjustsayit]

Don't know if this would could as normal incest or not.. but this happened a while back.

Got a cousin who has flirted with me for years. We've slept together in the same bed off and on since kids, clothed, but she's fallen asleep on me numerous times and I've woken up to her grinding on my leg in her sleep.

Well recently I got a call from her at about one in the morning. She was drunk and wanted me to come pick her up and drive her home. I got out of bed and got dressed and headed to the bar she was at. When I got there, she was more drunk than I've ever seen her and grinding on the lap of some guy who looked not so nice.

I walked in and when she saw me she squealed and ran over to me, jumping into my arms. This upset the guy she was giving a lapdance to and he got up and came at me. Now I don't go out at night without protection so when he started to growl, I sprayed pepper spray in his face, kicked him in the balls and told him to back off.

I guess this shocked my cousin cause she wrapped her arm around me and dragged me out to my car. I got her inside and drove her home. The whole way there she kept giving me the oddest expression and I tried to ignore it.

I had to walk her inside her apartment and as we entered, she passed out. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and when I got there, the smell coming off her told me she would not want to sleep in clothes that smelled of beer and smoke.

I tried to wake her up and had no luck, so I stripped her down to her bra and panties and put her to bed. By then it was too late for me to drive home so I went to go sleep on her couch.

Sometime later I wake up and its cold in the room. I can feel weight on me and figured it was her dog. I open my eyes and see my cousin, naked, grinding up and down on my leg again. She's moaning and has her eyes shut.

I try to talk to her and she begins to cry. She says she wants more and she pulls my boxers down and mounts me. I was in shock as she began to bounce up and down on me. The suddenness of it all made me cum and she let out this frustrated sigh before she bent down and kissed me and said, "that's ok.. we'll do it again hero."

the rest of the night was her getting me hard again and then riding me until I came two more times. I lost track of how many times she came.

Crazy thing is, I woke up later and she was gone. I checked on her to see if she would say anything but she doesn't seem to remember it.

Should I tell her or just keep it as a nice memory?

DAMN. I hope for your sake, she comes around and owns up to the fact that she fucked your brains out and, drunk or not- she probably wanted to for a very long time.

 

[live4thebj]

Still can't help but wonder if we will ever cross that line and fuck. Who knows.

 

[whynotjustsayit]

Still can't help but wonder if we will ever cross that line and fuck. Who knows.

You don't really have to, do you ? Believe me, I'm not saying you shouldn't. But foreplay and teasing can be just as erotic as actual sex.

 

[live4thebj]

We don't have to but we don't have to not to if that makes any sense. Society has no say in my personal life and we are way into our adult years so if we do one day find ourselves fucking no one has any say in that even mom.

 

[hilton1958]

Dry humping my hand
Cuddling on multiple occasions while holding her tit and feeling her nipple getting hard
Fooling around with my foot rubbing her pussy through her pants
Kisses goodnight on the lips
Climbing into bed with me and having me spoon her from behind with my morning hardon rubbing against her

In light of what has already been happening, I'd say it's a foregone conclusion that you will have full on sex sooner or later, hopefully sooner. Maybe she is waiting for you to take the innitiative, in your position, I would do so at the first opportunity.

 

[Hans101]

Dry humping my hand
Cuddling on multiple occasions while holding her tit and feeling her nipple getting hard
Fooling around with my foot rubbing her pussy through her pants
Kisses goodnight on the lips
Climbing into bed with me and having me spoon her from behind with my morning hardon rubbing against her

What are you waiting for?

 

[live4thebj]

For the right opportunity. This isn't something you just jump right into knowing the effects it can have with everything that is important to you. There is a fine line between fantasy and reality and once you get a taste of your fantasy in the world of reality, it's a totally different place to be.

 

[hilton1958]

For the right opportunity. This isn't something you just jump right into knowing the effects it can have with everything that is important to you. There is a fine line between fantasy and reality and once you get a taste of your fantasy in the world of reality, it's a totally different place to be.

I know exactly what you mean, there is a lot at stake, depending on your circumstances.

 

[wetallthetime55]

For the right opportunity. This isn't something you just jump right into knowing the effects it can have with everything that is important to you. There is a fine line between fantasy and reality and once you get a taste of your fantasy in the world of reality, it's a totally different place to be.

I understand sweetie you don't want to lose the love you already have that would be devastating but if you could have both from the same person in secret and its good for both of you I'd say go for it. Just saying, but I'm a MILF but a cougar at heart. Lol.

 

[u22u2]

"pudenda"

pudenda

shameless plug. an excerpt from A Driving Lesson:

BARRY LAKER sat in the passenger seat and stared fixedly ahead. He was trying to keep his eyes off his daughter, averting his gaze from the tops of her thighs and, more disturbingly, the bulge of her pussy inside pristine white underwear.

"Where are you going, Tash?" Barry asked. He looked out of the side window as the scenery changed from the town's sprawl to the fields of Cambridgeshire. "Your driving test is around town, there's no need to come out here. You don't need to practice driving on the open road."

"But it's a gorgeous day, Dad," Natasha replied. "Besides," she added, "I packed a little picnic for us. I thought we could park somewhere quiet and peaceful and have a little bite of lunch."

Barry sensed rather that saw his daughter's face turn to him. He was still looking out of the window avoiding looking at her youthful but very womanly thighs.

"Is that all right, Dad?" added Natasha.

With no reasonable argument against the idea Barry nodded and gave a half shrug. A halt might be a good idea, he reasoned. It would save him the embarrassment of having to mention how high Natasha's kilt had ridden, would spare them both some discomfort and awkwardness. If they stopped and left the car it would probably save Natasha the utter mortification of having her own father telling her that her knickers were on show.

"Do you have anywhere in mind?" Barry asked, turning to regard his daughter's profile for the first time in minutes.

The girl's head bobbed up and down, ponytail flicking. "Oh yes, Dad," Natasha replied, making her father blink when he heard the odd, husky timbre in her tone. "Next to a river," the girl added. "Nice and quiet, Daddy."

Barry swallowed heavily when his daughter used that appellation. There was something about her use of Daddy that troubled him, caused a ripple of inappropriate sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"Sounds good," Barry croaked. "How far?"

"Not very at all," Natasha replied. "In fact, we're here." The girl's blonde ponytail flicked again as she nodded towards the road ahead. "Just up past those trees."

Natasha turned right, directing the car through a gap in the hedgerow that Barry had never noticed before. He was familiar with the road, having used it in the past when the traffic on the A1 artery promised to be choc-a-block, using the back roads as a diversion from the chaos of the main trunk route when reports on the radio warned him in time. Barry had passed the spot dozens of times before, but had simply failed to register the opening.

It was a short drive along a decent road, no problem for the low-slung Audi, and Natasha pulled up at the edge of the tarmac, parking the car at the apex of a lollipop turning circle.

The couple sat in silence for a long moment after Natasha switched off the ignition, with Barry still avoiding looking at his daughter's legs.

"Come on then," the girl said, flinging open the door on her side. "Let's go, Dad."

Barry watched Natasha fling one leg out of the car, gulping as the kilt rode even higher, his glance coinciding with the girl's thighs parting, the movement forcing the skirt to bunch up almost around Natasha's hips.

"Oops," Natasha said after clambering out of her seat. "Did I give you a flash, Daddy?"

Barry remained silent, stuck for a response while he sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He paused and blew out his cheeks, the previous inhalation leaving on a long sigh.

Natasha flipped the driver's seat forward and leaned back in to grab a plastic carrier bag and her silver shoes from the tiny back seat. Then, after pulling the keys from the ignition and closing the door, she quickly changed her footwear.

Natasha led and Barry followed, the young woman going along a narrow path while Barry wondered why she insisted on wearing those shoes out in the countryside.

"You keep the key in your pocket, Dad," Natasha said, back-handing her father the fob and silver key. "I haven't got any pockets," she added with a giggle before walking a few yards further along the path.

Barry pocketed the key and couldn't help watching his daughter's behind as the kilt twitched, the hem flicking as she moved.

A few moments later, when the pair reached a small enclosed area next to the river, Natasha stopped.

"Isn't this perfect, Dad?" breathed Natasha. She turned to face her father, her expression intent. "Isn't it just a lovely spot? It's so quiet and secluded. Nobody can see us from the road."

When his daughter sighed, Barry felt another tug of that indefinable emotion. He had a sense there was something on his daughter's mind, and he was both puzzled and strangely affected by her mention of how secluded they were. Natasha's words about the place not being overlooked troubled him, but there was also an element to the way she spoke, a husky drawl, a whisky-voiced edge that caused a tingle in a place that had no business being stimulated by his own daughter.

With no mind for the fact it was grass beneath her, Natasha squatted and then sat, the action causing, again, the kilt to ride high on her thighs.

"Come on, Daddy," Natasha said, patting the grass next to her as she smirked up at her father. "Sit down."

And, as he had done during the drive out of town, Barry tried to keep his eyes away from his daughter's plump pudenda as she sat there apparently unaware that her father could see all of her between her thighs.

!! WOW !! You drove me to the search engine with that one. I used goggle "images" and am now all better for it. I love when I'm caught looking dumb. thanks.
mmmm her "plump pudenda" Gives me a rise
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[jackstud]

Learn something new every day. My mouth waters

 

[brothertime]

Morning family, hope everyone is getting up with there love ones.

 

[landiek]

I am -pounces on brother-

 

[Xojlene2015xo]

Hi to all the family members ;-)

 

[landiek]

Good morning to all

 

[CoastalWyldman]

Good morning to all

Morning mom

*pouncekisses*

 

[UCanBLeafinMe]

Good evening everyone

 

[SmoothieLover]

Good evening everyone

Good evening UCanB

 

[UCanBLeafinMe]

Good evening UCanB

Hello

 

[SmoothieLover]

Hello

How was your weekend? Naughty I hope