New wincest continued from last one

New wincest continued from last one

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Gonna dump wincest stories again like last thread to get it going.

Where the fuck is the guy with the aunt?

At a weird point where the only shit that gets me off is wincest and pregnancy.
What the fuck.
Anyone got something with that?

This one was posted 2 days ago, really fucking good. If the author from it is here, you should post more stories.

Yep I'm with you. Oddly enough, I've been on Sup Forums for a number of years and never once entertained the wincest threads even though I have always been into my cousin. Literally 2 weeks ago I realized how fucking hot these threads were and I've been here consistently ever since.

Can someone link to old thread?

yeah he needs to hurry tf up I have my dick out about to bust my nut from that story

As promised, I'll post the Liz story, along with the pic that started it all.

It's dead.

If you've ever fanticized about having a dominant but loving older sister, this shit is gonna blow your mind.
Never really thought I'd tell this story to anyone, but hey, anonymous, right? When I was in highschool I was an absolute failure from an academic standpoint, until my older sister found a way to "persuade" me to try harder.

>Be me.
>Be 15.
>Be kind of a useless fucker.
>I was an antisocial comic book geek, a bit of an otaku, and I spent more time on video gaming than any other single activity, including sleeping.
>I'd coasted through all my classes pulling B's and C's, the occasional D, pretty much riding straight down the middle.
>I was skinny, not especially muscled, with average looks, average brown hair, and unremarkable brown eyes.
>Didn't excell at anything, didn't really fail either, not especially handsome or ugly...
>You know the type; there are at least a few like me in every school.
>The only noteworthy thing about me was my family.
>I had the fortune (or misfortune as I used to think) to be born the youngest of three children in a rich, upper class white family.
>Dad owned a bunch of construction companies, mom was a "financial securities consultant" (she told rich people what to do with their money and got paid tons for it).
>I was the youngest child, with the next oldest being Derek, at 17, and the oldest child at 19 was Elizabeth.
>Derek was a total jock: played football, worked out every day, built like a Mack truck, though he wasn't a jerk like most chads.
>He wasn't exactly a cognitive powerhouse, but with considerable effort and determination he maintained a B grade average, and what he lacked in determination and intelligence he made up for in sheer physical prowess.
>Derek was a physical specimen in every sense of the word: before he'd even graduated highschool he'd broken several school strength and athletic records and earned a full academic scholarship from a local athletics society.

You talking about the other story shed user wrote?

>Lastly we have Elizabeth, the model student and daughter, exactly the child my parents wanted.
>She was respectful, sincere, and intelligent beyond the pale: Valedictorian of her graduating class and enrolled to study law at an ivy league university.
>Good genes along with Elizabeth's perfectionism and dedication made for looks you usually only see on magazine covers.
>I'd say she looked like a model, but near as I can tell there aren't actually any models as pretty as Elizabeth.
>High cheekbones and slender, shapely lips accent her pale, smooth skin and hair so black it nearly looked blue in the right light.
>She was about average height for a woman, slender, with a body shaped by cosmetics, diet, and exercise into the very picture of grace and feminine beauty.
>For all that, Elizabeth's most notable characteristic was her eyes, those cold blue eyes, like chips of razor ice taken from a glacier.
>Whether she gave you a haughty glare or a friendly wink, her gaze was NOT something you could ignore.
>At nineteen years old Elizabeth was already a beautiful, graceful woman, as calm and polite as she was cold and haughty, almost regal in her demeanor.
>My relationship with most of my family was pretty relaxed: mom doted on her youngest boy, dad was too friendly and laid back to give much of a care, even Derek, alpha-bro jock that he was, was pretty cool and loved to vidya almost as much as I did.
>The only person I ever clashed with was Elizabeth, though calling it a clash is innacurate; a clash implies a two sided conflict, which certainly wasn't what happened.
>Like the passive beta I was, whenever Elizabeth got frustrated with my lazy ambitionless ways, I'd endure the verbal lashing until I found a way to duck out, or more commonly, until her frustration and contempt grew too much for her and she gave up.

The same.

>Elizabeth wasn't so deluded as to think that everyone could be as perfect as she was, but when it came to her family, she at least expected us to try.
>Over the years Elizabeth tried half a dozen different bribes and threats to get me to shape up.
>More than once she tried offering me cash or video games to get my grades up; I didn't bite, too much work.
>A couple times she offered to set me up with a hot date if I'd go out for a sport; still didn't bite, girls are scary.
>Once she blackmailed me with all the porn she'd taken off my computer, threatening to show mom and dad if I wouldn't shape up; didn't fall for it, I knew she wouldn't willingly associate with such things, even in a secondhand manner, too dignified.
>Of all the things she tried, only one of them every worked, and I should be glad it did.
>These days I'm healthy, have a good social life, and I'm working my way to a Master's in electrical engineering, and I know that's all Elizabeth's doing.
>So.
>Be me.
>Be 15.
>Be a useless fucker, sitting in my room playing Final Fantasy X.
>My fingers are shaking on the controller, a nervous tic.
>A few moments earlier Elizabeth had been chewing me out, her blue eyes coldly furious as she'd tossed my mid-term report card at me.
>She'd been absolutely livid with me, her own pattented brand of cold, dignified rage clear on her face as she'd scolded me for failing two of my classes (Literature, which bored me, and Phys Ed, which I'd mostly skipped).
>All the things she'd said, all the things she'd called me, I'd heard before.
>"Failure."
>"Disappointment."
>"Waste of potential."
>I'd heard them all before, and her harsh words had been mixed with gentle encouragement and appeals to my nonexistant pride, but they still hurt.
>The controller rumbles in my hand as my group gets wiped by a boss because I'm not paying enough attention.

>I don't bother loading my most recent save, just get up and plop down on my bed to try and let the nerves and tension fade.
>My heart is still fluttering a bit from the fading stress when my door opens, and to my horror, Elizabeth walks in, the heels of her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor.
>"Jeez, Liz, you could at least kno-" I start to say I sit up.
>She silences me with a glare.
>"Lay back down," she orders.
>"What?" I reply, confused. "Why?"
>"Do it," she says, her tone making it clear she expected to be obeyed. "Now."
>Being the absolute beta that I was, I obeyed.
>I'm lying there on my back watching her walk slowly over to me when I finally notice her change of attire.
>Fifteen minutes before when she'd been laying into me for my grades, Elizabeth had been wearing a blouse and khakis, but now she had on the soft ankle-length silk robe she usually wore out of the shower.
>A robe and... Was she wearing heels?
>While I wondered about her clothes, the corners of Elizabeth's eyes sharpened and her walk turned into a slow, casual stalk in my general direction.
>She took her time, eyes flicking contemptuously about my room, as if taking notice of all the things totally unworthy of her notice.
>Even my weak willed self was starting to chafe at the situation now, but as I started to rise and protest that frozen glare shot me down.
>I'm just laying there wondering what the fuck is happeneing when Elizabeth stops at the end of my bed.
>"I realized," she started, her voice soft and perhaps quietly amused, "that I've been going about this the wrong way."
>"Liz, wha-"
>"Shut up," she orders, calm and remote as a frozen lake. "And that's Elizabeth to you."
>What the fuck?!
>Elizabeth was often cold and occasionally cruel, but she never resorted to anything so base or common as telling someone to shut up.
>And what was with telling me to call her Elizabeth? I'd always called her liz, why wo-

>"Thus far I've been assuming you have some shred of dignity that I could appeal to," she explains, a note of bitter venom creeping into her voice, "Apparently I was wrong."
>She folds her arms across her chest and stares down at me, the faintest edge of scorn in her expression.
>"You may be one of the most prideless, pathetic excuses for a human being I've ever known," she continues, "but we're going to work on that, you and I."
>A this point my heart is absolutely racing at her words, not just the insults, but the simple, cold cruelty of it.
>"Liz, wh-"
>"Elizabeth," she corrects me.
>"What? Eh, fine, Elizabeth, wh-"
>"Stop talking," she orders as soon as I've corrected myself. "I didn't say you could speak."
>I just lay there in the silence that follows, totally lacking the will to defy her.
>She lets the oppressive stillness contine for another minute.
>Those cold eyes just watch me, making sure I understand the order of things.
>Another minute ticks by.
>Another.
>I think she's going to stand there for another minute when she surprises me by casually untying the silk ribbon that served as the robe's belt.
>My brain is about to explode out through the top of my head as she leans her head back and lowers her shoulders, a gesture of relaxation that lets her robe slide off.
>As the robe falls it reveals her pale, lovely body, currently clad in a 4 piece set of lingerie; a bra, panties, stockings and garter belt, all midnight black and lacy, along with a matching pair of thin elbow length gloves.
>She made a perfect picture: pale flesh contrasting the silken black of her hair and the lingerie, her eyes closed and her head tiled back, expression serene, statuesque.
>Look, at this point...
>My brain had fucking stopped.
>I was a kissless virgin who'd never even been on a date, and right the in my room I had an 11/10 goddess of a woman standing there in heels and lingerie.

>Odds are I was sitting there with my jaw dropped, bug eyed, but I really don't remember, hell, just the sight of her was enough to have be rock hard in my pants.
>She stretched in place a little, not moving much save for a tensed muscle here, a shift of the shoulder there, before settling into a confident, relaxed pose.
>Elizabeth's pale blue eyes slowly open and gaze calmly at my face, my whole world snapping into colors; pale cream, midnight black, and sharp blue, all others seeming unimportant.
>"From now on you're not getting any grades worse than a B," Elizabeth explains matter-of-factly. "Once your GPA is high enough you're going to sign up for AP classes."
>As she speaks Elizabeth's left hand slides up behind her back and I hear a soft click.
>"You're going to sign up for track and field when it opens," she continues, the straps of her bra falling loose, though her other hand holds it to her chest.
>Torturously slowly, Elizabeth lets her bra slip down, tossing it onto my bed with a contemptuous little flick.
>Her breasts are as perfect as the rest of her; not especially large, maybe only a B or C and most, but round and full, perky, with soft pink nipples that Elizabeth was slowly rubbing stiff as I watched.
>She watched my face, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly turned up, a satisfied glint in her eyes.
>A single gesture is all it takes, and she has me sitting on the edge of my bed.
>"Finally," she continues, voice maddeningly soft as she leans down to me, her piercing blue eyes inches from my face, "You're going to stop wasting so much time on useless shit. Lose the video games, lose the comic books."
>She lets it sink in for a moment, those blue eyes stabbing at my soul.
>"If you do, maybe if I'm feeling generous I'll pay you a little visit every now and then."
>"Got it?" she asks, almost whispering.
>I nod.
>"Say it."
>After a moment's hesitation, "I get it."
>A look of smug satisfaction creeps onto Elizabeth's face.

>"What do you get, user?"
>"G-good grades, sign up for track, quit wasting time."
>Elizabeth favored me with a warm smile, looking absolutely radiant.
>"Right," she whispers.
>One gentle, midnight clad hand pulls my chin up so our faces are a bare inch away.
>Before I even know what's happening, Elizabeth's mouth is pressed against mine, a gentle, soft, almost chaste kiss, lasting a bare second.
>"I take care of the people I love," she says when the kiss breaks.
>Her second kiss is deeper, hungrier, with her soft tongue slipping into my mouth, the taste of cold mint coming with it.
>I'm practically busting out of my pants as her tongue gently slides against mine, the cool, spicy scent of her hair washing over me.
>The kiss seems to last for an eternity before Elizabeth breaks off, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Prove you're worth loving."
>As she turns to stalk out I get a great view of her ass.
>I watch the empty doorway for a second, boner throbbing in my pants.
>After a moment I collapse back onto the bed, reeling from what'd just happened.
>I sit there staring at the ceiling, my penis adamantly convinced that we're about to get laid, despite evidence to the contrary.
>Something occurs to me.
>A quick look confirms; Elizabeth hadn't taken her robe or bra with her when she'd left.
>Even back then I knew it was probably a calculated move on her part, knowing exactly what I'd do, and being okay with it as long as it helped reel me in further.
>I quickly shut the door and grab her bra off my bed, feeling the smooth, silky texture of the fabric, the soft ridges of the lace.
>When I lifted it up to my face to smell it...
>Lads, it smelled as good as Elizabeth looked.
>I could feel myself getting harder as I breathed in the gentle aroma of her skin, traces of the cold, clean smell of her perfume.
>An hour later I was sitting on my bed, cock in hand, that lacy bra pressed to my face while I jerked off.

>I was getting to the damndest part of the act when the door swung slowly open.
>Those cold blue eyes lock with mine right as I blow my third load of the last hour.
>Knowing she had me, hook line and sinker, Elizabeth smiled.
>"Hey, mom and dad are home. Supper."
>"Close the door Liz, da-"
>An icy glare cuts me off.
>"Elizabeth, sorry," I correct myself.
>"Put those back on my bed," she orders as she walks off.
>Didn't even close the door.


Fuck, didn't realize how long this is. Part one of three, though the other two are shorter.

>As you can imagine, I was pretty well incentivized to get my shit together.
>Naturally, over the next few weeks I was constantly thinking about that night, about her pale skin, those lovely breasts, that kiss, good lord THAT KISS.
>I got rid of most of my geeky stuff, selling or giving away my game systems, most of my comics, most of my models and collectables.
>I was beta as fuck, but not quite THAT beta, so I still kept a few of my favorite comic books and picked up a gaming laptop with the money I'd gotten from selling my other stuff.
>After all, I needed a good laptop for school, wink wink, nudge nudge, and even to this day I'll sincerely defend the value of some comic books as literature.
>I started studying WAY harder; I knew full well that my mediocre grades in the opening days of the quarter would make it difficult to pull myself up to all B's.
>Made a point to do a lot of my studying and homework in the public areas of the house so Elizabeth would see it.
>Even with spending more time on studies, I suddenly found myself having way more free time so I got back into art, which I'd always been good at but largely neglected as the years went on.
>Every now and then I'd look up from whatever drawing or homework I was working on at my desk I'd look over my shoulder to find Elizabeth standing there with this little smile on her face, just quietly watching me.
>As soon as I saw her she'd leave, never saying anything, just padding away on silent feet.
>It's probably unsurprising to hear that my parents were delighted to see my sudden shift in priorities, and when they asked about it I'd just say that Elizabeth and I had a talk, and she helped me see what's important.
>The part that will likely interest you lot, though, is the day I got my first reward.

I'm here, I'll continue here in a sec

>It was about two weeks after I'd gotten my talking to from Elizabeth, a couple days after my first sub-quarter report card came in (like I said, parents were rich as fuck so I went to a private school where they'd send out report cards every couple weeks).
>I'd been sitting on my bed reading Watchmen when my mom knocked and poked her head in my room, letting me know that she and dad were having a date night and Derek was at a party so it would just be Liz and I home tonight.
>Thinking nothing of it, I just nodded and told her to have fun on her date.
>About fifteen minutes after they'd left, I got a text from Elizabeth, one simple line with a picture attached.
>"Come here."
>The picture was a selfie, a shot of her face looking coldy down at the camera, haughty and aloof, the barest bit of pale cleveage showing at the bottom edge of the picture.
>Her the cold blue of her eyes and the warm red of her lipstick seemed to nearly shine against her pale skin and the shadows of her hair and the black bra, the same one she'd worn last time, I thought.
>With zero hesitation I saved the picture and rushed to comply with her order, walking down the hallway to her room, already feeling myself to harden in my pants.
>When I got to her door I very nearly rushed in, but thinking better of it, I knocked.
>A second after I knocked I got another text.
>"Come in."
>Apparently I wasn't worth the effort of raising her voice for.
>Inside her room, Elizabeth was reclined on her bed, her form outlined against the window, backlit with the soft blue light filterting through the curtains.
>She was wearing the same set of lingerie as last time, looking picturesque as she leaned back against the pillows on her bed, all attention focused on whatever book she was reading.
>One hand languidly gestures at a chair sitting at the foot of her bed, the unspoken order clear.
>I sit down.
>I wait.
>And wait.
>And wait...
>Still waiting...

>The clock was on the wall behind me, the ticking seeming almost deafening in the otherwise quiet room.
>I knew I could just turn around or pull out my phone to see how much time had passed, but I didn't want to defy Elizabeth's order and risk my reward, so I just sat there and waited.
>It was hard to tell but it felt like fifteen minutes went by.
>Then thirty.
>Finally after what felt like about forty minutes, Elizabeth puts down her book, though she still doesn't look at me.
>"You've been doing somewhat less terribly than usual," Elizabeth tells me, her voice barely above a whisper.
>Still without looking away from her book, she continues, "Normally I'd never reward mediocrity, but I suppose if your case even simple effort is an achievement."
>Her words sting a bit, but between being incredibly turned on and knowing that she's probably right, it doesn't faze me.
>Without saying anything more, Elizabeth's gloved hands brush slowly across her stomach down along her body.
>Those blue eyes lock with mine as her fingers slide into her panties, slowly rubbing herself as I watch.
>I want to ask her about a dozen questions, but I know better than to speak.
>After a moment Elizabeth's right hand moved up to her breast, sliding under the fabric, clearly tweaking and massaging her nipple.
>We sat there like that for... Honestly I don't know how long.
>Elizabeth's fingers gently massaged herself as she stared at me, those cold blue eyes locked with mine, just daring me to look away.
>At this point I'm somewhere between heaven and hell.
>I'm harder than I've ever been in my life, but I'm also uncomfortably cramped in my pants.
>I'm watching a beautiful woman masturbate, I'm also squirming in this chair, unwilling to move, to touch her, to touch myself.
>Things finally changed when Elizabeth's eyes drifted closed, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile.

>Somehow I understood her unspoken signal, and as I unzipped my pants to let my cock free, she slipped off her bra.
>As she did this one of her fingers brushed aside the dark fabric of her panties, revealing that perfect vagina.
>It won't surprise you to hear that Elizabeth's was the first pussy I ever saw, but it's probably about as surprising to hear that she ruined me for other women.
>To this day, seven years later, I still haven't seen a vagina that compares to hers.
>Maybe I'm just a bit of a pretentious artist, but looking at it made me think of some exotic flower: pink petaled, symetrical, clean, ever so slightly slick with dew.
>As I watched her fingers sliding gently in and out of that lovely little slit I started jerking myself, fingers rapidly sliding up and down my length while Elizabeth calmly massaged herself.
>Her fingers skillfully work on her nipple and pussy, quickly working her way towards an orgasm, though she stayed quiet and composed the whole time.
>The only way I could really tell she was enjoying it was the calm, satisfied look on her face and the increasingly fast, shallow breathing.
>We finished at about the same time; I was more turned on, but she obviously had a better technique.
>As I blew my load, shooting up into the air and all over myself, a few tiny streams of moisture trickled out from underneath Elizabeth's fingers, a satisfied sigh drifting from her lips.
>We both sit there for a moment, our breathing the only sound to be heard.
>Then, like nothing had happened, Elizabeth wiped off her fingers, picked up her book, and kept reading.
>I wanted more than anything to take out my phone and take a picture, but I knew better.
>I got up and left, going back to my room, still 2/3 hard despite the fact that I just came.

>Over the next few months most of my rewards worked about like that: Elizabeth would wait till we were alone in the house then send me a text to come to her room.
>Most of the time we'd masturbate together, like we did that day.
>Once she danced for me (which she was surprisingly good at. Where does a prim and proper rich girl learn how to sexy dance like a pro? We may never know).
>A few times I politely asked her to just keep reading or just lie there so I could draw her (again, artsy fucker, so sue me).
>But for the entire rest of that year, she never actually touched me, and I didn't touch her.
>That changed two days after my End-of-Year report card.
>That day I'd been basking in praise from my parents at my near-perfect report card (just got a B in phys ed, because while the spirit was ready, the body was weak), along with being treated to dinner at my favorite restaraunt.
>Things only really got interesting that night tho.
>At about 1AM I'm lying in bed listening to music, headphones on and eyes closed.
>I feel a draft of cold air on my face, but my window is open so I figure it was just a gust of air coming through.
>Still just lying there, senses blocked off from the world when a feel my bed shift as something settles onto it.
>Look up to see Elizabeth sitting gracefully on the edge of my bed, legs crossed.
>I push off my headphones as Elizabeth's hand drifts to rest on my stomach, right above my crotch.
>"You did well this year," she says, looking down on me with something passingly resembling affection.
>"Elizabeth, everyone is home," I pointed out, "Should we be doing this now?"
>"They're all asleep user."
>Without another word Elizabeth shifted down to lie next to me on the bed, her body pressing into mine.
>I feel a few gentle kisses against the side of my jaw as Elizabeth's hand slips beneath the blankets.
>I'm only wearing boxers and I'm already mostly hard, so she has no difficulty finding my cock and coaxing it up.

>Diamonds in seconds.
>The velvety smooth skin of her hands feels lovely against me and I assume my reward for the night is a hand job, but much to my surprise Elizabeth moves down along my body so her face is positioned above my crotch.
>OH HELL YES
>Elizabeth locks eyes with me as she pushes the blankets out of the way, my cock practically springing up towards her.
>As it pops up my cock brushes against her cheek, and even just from the feeling of touching the soft skin of her face I can't help but gasp.
>She smiles up at me as one gentle hand takes ahold of my hard length, guiding it up to rest against her lips.
>With a gentle kiss she sets to work, her eyes never leaving mine.
>Her lips slide down my cock, steadily feeding more and more of my length into her mouth.
>Elizabeth doesn't really settle into any particular pattern at first, switching from sliding my whole length inside her mouth, to licking and kissing the head, to running her tongue along the bottom of my cock or licking my balls.
>There's a soft smile on her face the whole time, clearly enjoying her work.
>As time goes on though she settles into more of a pattern.
>She'll take the first few inches into her mouth, sliding down then back up to lick or kiss the head a couple times before sliding back down, hands gently massaging my balls or pumping on my cock the whole time.
>"Elizabeth, I'm gon-"
>I don't even manage to finish before I feel myself start to cum.
>She clearly knew what I meant, because as my cock first starts twitching with an orgasm, Elizabeth leans down, swallowing on my entire length as I cum in the back of her throat.
>My thoughts collapse into a generally grey haze as I finish, only coalescing into anything resembling tangible thought when Elizabeth leans up to kiss me, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss with no small amount of tongue.
>Before she leaves, Elizabeth leans down and whispers in my ear, "I love you."

I regret promising that I'd repost this whole thing.

Not really a story, but
>Be me, 8-ish
>Cute cousin, be 7-ish
>Go to her house for family function
>Tell her to change into sweatpants
>Go to her room, sniff her asshole
>She sniffs my asshole
>Repeat until adults become suspicious
>Leave and go back to party

This happened like four times before we got caught, we didn't get grounded or anything but we stopped after that. To this day I still love the smell of asshole and pussy.

>Those simple words are almost as good as the blowjob had been: I don't remember ever hearing her say that before.
>As she stands up to go I gently grab Elizabeth's hand.
>"Do I get to return the favor?" I ask, stealing a glance at her panties and internally screaming at how forward I'm being.
>"Next time," she replies, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before releasing me with a smile and walking out.

i dont suppose any of you kind gents can point me to some cousincest

i cant really read through all these stories to see if they are cousin stuff or not

>She hadn't been lying when she said next time: two days later Elizabeth stopped by my room at an art/comics con she drove me to, and let me return the favor.
>Over the summer we occasionally met up like that, sometimes she'd show up in my room at night, or she'd text me to come to her room.
>I feel like I should end things with my graduation two years later.
>Over those two years I'd come a long way from the pale skinny boring twit I'd been.
>4.0 GPA, reasonably fit, well motivated and already accepted into a local ivy league school to study engineering.
>Elizabeth was... Proud.
>She demonstrated that pride two days after my graduation: derek was staying with some college friends, and our parents were on a "weekend out" that was more or less just an excuse to look in on assorted out-of-state businesses they owned.
>I'm sitting in my room trying to decide whether or not I like the New 52 version of Shazam when I get a text from elizabeth: "Come downstairs."
>Based on past experience I assume I'm about to have some sexy times with Elizabeth, so imagine my surprise when I go downstairs to find a literal candle lit dinner.
>Elizabeth was just setting my plate as I get downstairs, wearing a little black dress that wouldn't have looked out of place at a charity gala or a cocktail party.
>The meal consisted of a bunch of fancy foods and stuff, mostly weird tasting stuff with french names, the only one I really recognized was the prime rib and Merlot.
>To be honest, It all seemed kind of gimicky to me, but I could tell Elizabeth had put a ton of effort into making a romantic setting and some real high quality food, so I acted appropriately appreciative.
>Plus, Elizabeth loves that kind of high class romance shit, so I could certainly play along.
>After a pleasant dinner with equally pleasant company, the two of us went back upstairs.
>Elizabeth started leading me to her room, but halfway there I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into my room.

>I figured she'd protest, but she just smiled and gracefully acquiesced.
>Realizing that I actually have the initiative for once, I pull her into a kiss, enjoying the warmth of her lips and the lingering aftertaste of the Merlot on her tongue.
>I slip a hand beneath the edge of her dress and pull it down, revealing the set of laxy black lingerie I'd become so familiar with.
>The two of us slip onto the bed, lips still locked.
>I waste no time pulling off what remained of her clothes, not waiting for her command or consent anymore, just moving forward to what I knew we both wanted.
>I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her torso up to my face and kissing one of those perfect breasts.
>A nibble here, a lick there, and then I'm enjoying the quiet, contented sighs that occasionally escape her lips.
>She's surprisingly passive as I work, pretty much giving me free reign.
>I let my hands wander down to start rubbing her pussy, quickly rubbing her slick (she spent a lot of time training me to make sure I knew exactly how to take care of her).
>Barely two minutes later I'm positioning myself on top of her.
>She smiles up at me as I slide myself inside, enjoying the delightful tightness and warmth.
>I feed inch after inch inside her before I'm all the way inside, balls deep inside my sister.
>A gentle moan escapes her lips as her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me tightly against her.
>I start thrusting into her, the slap of our bodies colliding filling the room.
>As I pick up speed I feel Elizabeth's gentle hand against my chest, signaling me to slow down: she'd never been one to lose composure, and I could tell she was really enjoying this.
>I really didn't care about letting her keep a straight face, so I start pushing even harder, really plowing into her.
>Her cies start becoming more and more audible and I can feel her getting tighter around my length.

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#FUCKYOULAWRENCE #FUCKYOUDAVID #FUCKYOUSPENCER #FUCKYOULILA #FUCKYOUCHANTAL #FUCKYOUPATCH #FUCKYOUMIKAELA #FUCKYOUJACOB

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FUCK YOU, LIGHTBEARER CHRISTIAN ACADEMY!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!

I WANT TO MISBEHAVE IN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO SHOUT AND YELL AND SCREAM IN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO SEE CHILDREN WEARING THEIR UNDERWEAR IN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO KICK YOU OR ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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FUCK YOU AVELINO RICAFORT GIMAO I WANT TO INSTALL MY FUCKING WINDOWS 10 ON MY FUCKING COMPUTER NOW

>"user, take it easy," she managed to force out between increasingly urgent moans. "Slow down!"
>I don't even bother responding; I'm done taking orders.
>My balls start to tighten up and I grit my teeth as I feel the end coming.
>I wrap my arms around Elizabeth's shoulders and pull her into a kiss as I push myself inside, balls deep, and fill her full of cum.
>I keep pushing, lightly thrusting, until my balls feel empty.
>The two of us lie there, covered in sweat, making out as I go soft.
>We sit there dozing in bed for a while, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.


There! As promised, the whole fucking story, all three parts.

My gf makes me daddy in bed sometimes, but in that bdsm kind of way. Still, a man can dream.
Even though parental stuff was never specifically what I like.

Holy shit user, I had NO idea this was written by shed. I have the first 2 parts of the story greentexted (pic related) and didn't fucking know he ever posted more. cheers man. Hope he writes more to it someday.

Thanks for posting.

And man, fuck Shed's writing style. He never says in 10 words what he could say in 100, but he's a good enough writer that I still want to keep reading. Reminds me of GRRM. Too descriptive, too long winded, too eloquent, but still somehow a really good writer.

"Aunt Tracy I'm 16, you don't need to censor yourself" She laughed at that, and I felt a little better. "And if it's anything, I think you look pretty good. I mean, why else would I have.. well you know"

She looked up at me and smiled "Thanks user, that nice of you." Her eyes drifted down where my still hard cock was very obviously pitching a tent in my sweatpants. She looked for just long enough for my to notice she was checking it out. She changed the subject, "user do you have a girlfriend? It's healthy for kids your age to experience sexually and figure it out"
I got a little uncomfortable again, this was awkward for me, not that I was an autist or anything, but this was my goddamn aunt. "Yeah, I mean not right now. I've had a girlfriend. But I've never had sex, well, everything but sex" I don't really know why I said that, and I immediately regretted it. But Tracy was being very cool about the whole thing and she laughed it off. "That's healthy. You just have to be careful" I don't know why, but something about how motherly she was being was getting me going. I looked at her and said "Yeah I know, I want to at least have a little experience before college and stuff"
She laughed, "Don't we all?" Then she sort of bit her lip and looked at my hard on again. She looked me dead in the eye and said "user, do you find me attractive?"
Cont.

What you see here is the finished version. It was never going to be some huge thing, it was just some quicky he wrote out because he was bored, kind of like the Shed Story Shorts about him and his sisters that he wrote after he finished the main 3 parts.

Ah okay, well thanks for posting it. I'm gonna screencap and make it into 1 picture. Also, how do you know when a story is written by shed? Obviously his writing is far superior to most greentexts, but like, does he just randomly write stories in wincest threads and you just gotta be there or what?

I'll bump with a few more screencaps during the meantime.

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He showed up in an incest thread a while back (a couple months ago), and told people that he was writing some other stuff when they asked about the status of the Shed Shorts he was writing. Supposedly he was burned out on that and was just belting out some stuff to get his creative juices flowing again. People asked him if any of it was sexy stuff, he said yeah, and thus the Elizabeth story graced Sup Forums. Originally he just posted the first two parts, but people kept bugging him to finish it, so he eventually did and posted it in the same thread he posted the first 3 Shed Shorts.

I was kind of taken aback but I decided I had nothing to lose at this point. I hesitated, but I looked at her and said "Yeah, yeah I do". She kept eye contact and said "Not just, 'am I pretty', do you think I'm sexy?" I was shaking like a fucking leaf at this point but at that moment I mustered all the alpha I had in my being and confidently said "Aunt Tracy, I think you're fucking hot." (Still one of my proudest moments). She smiled and patted the bed next to her, where I took a seat next to her. She looked at me, her face was pretty close to mine. "user, I want to help you get experience." Without even waiting for me to respond she very gently grasped my cock over my pants and leaned in and kissed me lightly. I gasped and she continued to kiss me, and my God I got into it. I kissed back, hard, and in a matter of seconds we were passionately making out, tongues shoved down each other's throats and hands shoved down each other's pants (well she had a robe on but still). I fingered my aunt like I was fucking looking for gold in her pussy. We were both moaning sort of loudly and she pulled away, and we both were breathing heavy. She got up and shut the door, then turned toward me and undid her robe, which fell to the floor. I was hypnotized by her body. She looked at me and smiled, "Get naked user"

Cont

Keep it up user, lurking

>be me
>be 24
>my sister comes to visit me on vacation
>the usual happens. We drink, laugh, have a good time.
>she passes out early and me and my roommate are still having a good time
>she decides to go to my bedroom to pass out so we don't have to keep it down
>respectfulsister.gif
>the night goes on and me and my roommate are drunk af
>I go to pass out
>notice my sister is in my bed
>toodrunktocare.jpg
>push her over so I can lay down too
>start to drift asleep
>she spoons up next to me
>in my drunken state I just put my arm around her and spoon with her
>she grinds into me
>I start grinding back
>it gets intense, I move my hand up to one of her tits
>she pulls her pants down
>I pull mine down
>my cock is rubbing against her bare ass
>I can't stop myself
>she turns around and kisses me
>I grab her ass as I kiss her back
>she pushes me back onto my back and straddles me
>without a word she grabs my cock and puts it inside her
>both hands on her ass I prayed that I'd never cum so it would never have to stop
>she's loving it
>she gasps and moans intensely
>finally she says something
>"oh God yes, David!"
>she's moaning her husband's name
>she thinks she's fucking her husband
>I fuck her harder and harder until I cum inside her
>I lay her back down and pull my pants up to remain innocent in the morning
>she wakes up and realizes she's pantsless
>we don't talk about it for years until she makes a small joke about it
>I ignored it and pretend it never happened
>I still fap to my sister

I have sex with my daughters, AMA

Have you ever had sex with your daughters?

do you fuck your daughters user?

Why do people still make programs in C instead of using C++ or C#?

I obliged, and took off my clothes. She sort of stood over me and looked me up and down. "Never thought I'd see my nephews cock and think about how big it is." She said and walked over. "user I know this is your first time, so I'll help you with it." She kneeled down and started to lick my cock from base to head. She did this several times, and I was in heaven. Then she just went for it, suddenly taking the whole thing like a pro. Needless to say I came down her throat in under a minute. She winked at me and said "Now you'll last longer when we get to the sex" I smiled, exhausted and spent. I needed some time, and all my porn watching kicked in. I took the initiative this time.
"Aunt Tracy, I want to try something, I want you to sit on my face." And she honestly looked relieved "I can't tell you how long it's been since I've had that" And within minutes my aunt was grinding her clit into my tongue and I was loving every minute of it. After God knows how long she hopped off me and started kissing me almost violently. Then breathless, she looked me in the eye and said 'user, I need you to fuck me"

>>Lastly we have Elizabeth, the model student and daughter, exactly the child my parents wanted.
>>She was respectful, sincere, and intelligent beyond the pale: Valedictorian of her graduating class and enrolled to study law at an ivy league university.
>>Good genes along with Elizabeth's perfectionism and dedication made for looks you usually only see on magazine covers.
>>I'd say she looked like a model, but near as I can tell there aren't actually any models as pretty as Elizabeth.
>>High cheekbones and slender, shapely lips accent her pale, smooth skin and hair so black it nearly looked blue in the right light.
>>She was about average height for a woman, slender, with a body shaped by cosmetics, diet, and exercise into the very picture of grace and feminine beauty.
>>For all that, Elizabeth's most notable characteristic was her eyes, those cold blue eyes, like chips of razor ice taken from a glacier.
>>Whether she gave you a haughty glare or a friendly wink, her gaze was NOT something you could ignore.
>>At nineteen years old Elizabeth was already a beautiful, graceful woman, as calm and polite as she was cold and haughty, almost regal in her demeanor.
Jesus Christ, calm down there Shakespeare. We get it, you went to Yale.

Real talk tho, there are plenty of pro writers who do worse work than you. If you had a good editor you'd be putting out top ranked work.

Do you have proof, or are we just supposed to believe that shit. Post some pictures of teen ass or fuck off.

>The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
>Demanding proof

Pic of her?

>Believing that literally nothing posted here is ever true, including things people date and timestamp
That said, I do actually have a reason for not giving him the benefit of the doubt and suspending disbelief here. Normally we do that for the content creators because yeah, they may not have proof, but they're at least making OC. This guy isn't even adding content, he's just throwing out an idea and letting us do the work by making hooks for him.

Shit, dude
I came so fucking hard cause of that Elizabeth story

Just got my post cum rest done

>implying I'd post pictures of my little fucktoys on Sup Forums
Haha, nope.
>teen ass
None of them are that old. The oldest is 8.

It helps the masturbation if you believe it's true m8

It took me three years to finally find this after the original 404d. Damn it was worth the wait.

If there age is on the clock, they're ready for my cock!

My dick instantly started to rise to the occasion, which to this day I thank my dick for. She took notice and smiled while she grabbed it and slowly stroked, "I've missed the endurance of a young man" Idk why but that got me. I positioned myself in between her thighs and teased her just like I'd seen in porn. "Fuck user just do it!" She almost yelled at me. I smirked and stuck it in slowly, all the way to the base. She let out one, long moan and that was it, I turned into a goddamn animal. I didn't even try to establish a rythym, I just fucking pounded. Honestly I went into some sort of pussy-induced haze and animalistically fucked my own aunt.
I was only brought out of it by my aunt (basically yelling, which looking back could've been bad) "Fuck user I'm gonna cum" Which made me realize I was on the verge of blowing my own load. "I'm gonma cum too Aunt Tracy" All she yelled was to not fucking stop, I found out later her tubes were tied but in the moment I didn't even think about pregnancy. I kept going until her pussy clenched around my cock and she screamed and shook, then I blew one of the biggest loads of my life deep into my aunt's pussy.

I sort of collapsed on top of her, and we both layed there motionless just breathing heavy for a bit. Then I rolled off and onto the bed next to her. She looked over at me and said "Fuck user, that was amazing." I just nodded and smiled. I felt great.

Wrap up coming next

Inb4 404

Glad I posted it then. Unfortunately he never came back to finish the story. Damn shame too, it was already fucking amazing.

If 404 we new thread

The next morning Aunt Tracy made a massive breakfast and was in one of the best moods I'd ever seen. She texted me and told me that that was not going to be the last time. And boy it hasn't been. We still consistently fuck, it's just harder now that I'm in college. She divorced my uncle (unrelated to us, he was gambling all their money away) and I'm now her only source of dick, which I'm completely okay with. I've fucked other girls since then but nothing will ever compare to Aunt Tracy

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Here's the Elizabeth story all screencapped.

Anyone from yesterdays thread?
>pic related

Just gonna dump more because why not.

Thank you!

No problem. Glad I could finally read the whole thing.

its something new.

you will hit animal+human scat and wonder where your life went wrong to be so turned on.

... I doubt this somehow. I was pretty far gone for a lot of my teenaged years, getting into some pretty weird shit, but I came back up over the past couple years. Being into weird shit at one point in time doesn't signal an inevitable descent into depravity, it just means that, at that specific time, the kink appeals to some subconscious need.

When you can't shit for days and can't get laid in the process, your dog is in heat and you can't find her a mate.....

You just might hate yourself. If your right, that is.

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Does this count?

Yep same here. I used to get into the weirdest shit and I would have severe post fap regret would always ask myself "why the fuck did I just do that?". There has been a really fucking weird side effect ever since I got into these wincest threads a week or two ago though. In general I'm pretty anti-social, don't go out much except for work and the gym, but I've had literally 0 interest in anything on my computer except these wincest threads. I was grinding fucking hard on overwatch, and legit I've lost all interest in gaming, which is NOT normal.I've also been a lot more fucking horny lately. Like, I used to fap once a day, but ever since I found this wincest ship I'm fapping like 6-7 times a day. Sorry if this sounds retarded as fuck, it's weird for me.

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left out that im actually being social and going outside for once. I dont get how I started getting into wincest shit and now I'm actually being productive for once. It makes no sense.

I have a few.

Might be totally offbase here, but fetishes are supposed to come from subconscious needs and fears, right? So if you spend your time alone, rarely ever seeing friends or family, is it really that big of a surprise that you'd fetishists that kind of super intimate family relationship?

You know you're inexperienced and unsuccessful in romance, so the idea of a mate who already loves and accepts you, even beyond the romance, (a sister, cousin, mother, etc) appeals to you. Or maybe I'm just being a retard.

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no your actually right. Its how most of our fetishes start.

That actually makes sense to me. I think it's just weird it just creeped up on me all of a sudden. I thought this would be something that would have happened during my teens or something, not as an adult.

Anybody else have stories? I might sleep

>when mom won't put on pants to vacuum because vaccines cause autism and jet fuel cant melt steel beams

yeah I can dump some more.

Good lawd dem thighs

Got more? This was hott tranon or tracyAnon, not sure which one sound s better lol

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Someone with vaccine induced autism would say Fet Jeul Moesn't Delt Bteel Seams

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My godness. More please !

Got some nudes of my cousin

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