How It "Came" To Be (cont.)
A sister recounts her incestuous life
Ch. 3
After the conversation with Mom, I spent the rest of the day lounging around the house, reading or watching TV. That night around 1 am, I was still up reading when Uncle Mark came down to see me. Uncle Mark is at least 6 ft. 4in tall. He has a head full of dark black hair that cropped around his ears. A big swollen chest like he had been lifting lumberjacks since he was a boy and long legs. He also had a huge laugh and usually always appeared happy, but tonight he wore a very unsettling look. I was sitting up on his black leather couch when Uncle Mark sat at my feet. “Doll,” he always called me that when he was serious, “I’ve been talking to your brother, Devin.”
My heart froze and I caught the gasp before it came out of my throat. Since I’d left, I had been doing pretty well of not thinking about him, but the sudden mention of his name brought back all of my memories, “Yeah, what about him?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Uncle Mark took a deep breath, “He told me about what he did to you.” I tightened. I wasn’t sure if I should play it cool or hide my emotions entirely. Uncle Mark looked very concerned so I tried to appear unshaken. “He told me that he forced himself on you for years.” I sat quiet. This time with my eyes staring straightforward, looking through my Uncle, my face was solid as I fought back tears. “He told me how he would cum inside you trying to get you pregnant.” My Uncle continued, “Your brother has gone through a lot this past year. Even as he told me, he had to struggle to choke out as many words as he did. He told me inbetween sobs how much he hates himself, how he thinks of you and prays you didn’t become a lunatic because of his actions.” I still didn’t move or flinch. I focused on distracting myself with anything I could see in the room: a pencil, a piece of paper on the floor, something on television. Anything to keep from becoming frantic, “He’s called your mother too, and told her everything as well.” At that moment, I moved. I snapped out of my trance; that explains why she was so upset over the phone earlier.
What could she possibly think of me? Did she hate me? Did she think I was a whore for allowing Devin to do that to me for so many years? Did she think I enjoyed it?
“He’s apologized to everyone but you, and he would like to. But that’s completely up to you, Doll, but I do believe he’s sorry.” Uncle Mark paused, “Even still, if you don’t want to forgive him, you don’t have to.” Uncle Mark waited a long time for my response. It took longer than it should have, but it did come, finally. The tears.
Ch. 4
I must’ve cried for 3 solid hours in my Uncle’s arms. I cried so hard, I got a headache and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, I was still in my Uncle’s arms. I leaned up and asked him, “Have you talked to my mother?”
“Yes I have.”
“Does she hate me?” I wearily asked, terribly horrified by what could be the answer.
My Uncle smiled and took me by the cheek with one finger and said, “Absolutely not, Doll. Your mother adores you.”
“She seemed upset when I talked to her earlier.” I stated.
“It’s all still pretty new to her, she’ll come around.” I nodded. I didn’t want mom to hate me. If only I could explain to her that I hated every orgasm, and despised every moan. Uncle Mark interrupted my thoughts when he said, “Your brother is going to be stationed in the city for some time. If you want, I can let him know you’re here if you want to see him.”
“All I want is my apology, and then I never want to see him again.” I stated coldly. Uncle Mark nodded. By now it was approaching 5 am, as my Uncle got ready to head up to be. I asked him if he could stay by my side that night. That I didn’t want to be alone.
That was the first night my Uncle Mark made love to me.
He was so soft and gentle. It was so unexpected coming from someone of his size. He entered me slowly, gliding his thick 9 inch cock inside me so gingerly; fatherly. It was the best a man had ever made me feel. Uncle Mark asked sweetly if he could come inside me, I gave him the permission, and he emptied himself in my fuck tunnel. We kissed for a while and then he ventured up to bed with Aunt Bridgette. I wasn’t exactly sure of what to make of my fuck session with my Uncle. He was so concerned about me and protective like a father should be. It was the first time I’d felt warmth from a man ever. Eventually, I fell asleep. Awoke to a hot breakfast, an over joyous Aunt and an Uncle who did his best to act like nothing happened.
Ch. 5
The next several months were pretty surreal. Uncle Mark and I fought our desires for each other, but occasionally we did fall back into it. He’d fucked me about 7 times over the past three months. Each time more passionate than the last. And each time, my Uncle asked kindly and flooded my vagina with his hot semen. I’d found out I was pregnant with my Uncle’s child by the third month. Since then, I had spoken to mom about the incestuous relationship with Devin. We talked it over, with her mainly asking about every detail. Making me relive every unwanted orgasm and every deep stroke. Making me tell her about each time and each way my brother forced himself inside of me and filled me with all of his cum trying to get me pregnant but was unsuccessful. Mom said she just wanted to understand it in detail. I decided not to tell her about the pregnancy just yet.
Around 4 months in, I started to show, I eventually had to tell Aunt Brigette that it was some guy from in town. That it was a one-night stand, broken-condom-kind-of-thing. She bought it up until I was six months pregnant. I had just hopped out of the shower and was lying on Uncle Mark’s bed naked and masturbating. Uncle Mark had fucked me the night before, and I was still thinking about it when he came into the room without me noticing. Before I knew it, my Uncle was completely naked and between my legs. His raging hard 9 inch cock pressed against the entryway of my vagina. He entered me and began fucking me right away with hard, deliberate strokes. His dick was so big, it would graze my clitoris every time he slid in and out.
Uncle Mark fucked hard and strong, plowing into me with confident strokes. I was nearing my third orgasm when I glanced at the bedside mirror to see my Aunt Brigette standing in the doorway. She was frozen; her hand over her mouth in disbelief. Uncle Mark was into his strokes, getting ready to fill my pussy in a heartbeat with his potent semen, while saying, “Here’s more cum for that pussy. “ That’s when he noticed my Aunt standing at the doorway. Although shaken, my Uncle still didn’t stop fucking me. “Oh…Bridgette…I’m sorry but…It’s so ….I didn’t mean for…this…to happen…but I…couldn’t….resist.” Uncle Mark increased the pace of his strokes. Aunt Bridgette still stood there until Uncle Mark blasted his hot load into my well fucked, pregnant pussy. Aunt Bridgette finally gained her composure and began to shout as she walked away. My Uncle kissed me before exiting my vagina to chase after her.
They argued maliciously, lots of name calling and threats and I just sat there; pregnant and listening to them tear apart all while my Uncle’s cum drizzled out of my pussy.
just found out my wife is also heavily into incest!
It was really great finding this out because I thought I had to hide the kind of porn I watch, but turns out not only does she enjoy the porn, but she's had incestuous experiences herself. She's fucked her sister and her male cousin. IT WAS SO AWESOME finding this out.
I've met both her sister and her cousin, they never talked about it in front of me, but since she found out about me, she's been very forthcoming. Her and her sister used to fuck a lot when she was a lot younger and experiemental, but her and her cousin have been fucking for a few years recently (even while we've been together!) this made me so hot! I've been begging her for a threesome since she told me. Time will only see.
I guess I've been a victim of incest my entire life. When I was nine,
my mother caught my father eating me out while I was asleep. Her
yelling woke me up. Through much of the argument, I had gathered what
had happened. My mother kicked my dad out and remained single ever
since. I grew up with my mom and my older brother, Devin. By the time I
was 14, I was fair-skinned, tall, long-legged with a firm buttocks and
blossoming bosom. I was hardly a knockout, but I'd been told several
times that I was cute. Mainly by Devin's friends, who fawned over me a
bit. They would tease my brother by saying, "Man if she was a little
older, I'd fuck the shit out of her" or "Your sister looks like she
could take a long dick." Usually my brother never responded to their
lewd comments. I was sure they offended him.
Then one night, I was asleep in my bed. I was wearing my volleyball
team t-shirt that stopped just under my navel and a pair of panties to
bed. I didn't feel my shirt pull up and I certainly didn't feel my
panties come down. I didn't even feel the heat of his breath on my
nipple, the first thing I felt was his hard cock pressed against the
entrance of my vagina. It stirred me until I groggily brought my eyes
open to see my brother Devin on top of me; naked, sucking on my left
breast. At first I uttered a moan, instantly ashamed of myself, I
screamed, "Devin, what are you doing?!"
My brother took his tongue off my tit to respond, "I'm going to fuck you
sis" he paused, "I'm gonna fuck you so good." Before I could protest,
Devin slid inside me. His intrusion, although unwelcome, hadn't hurt,
but his first thrust did. Devin pounded forward, instantly shattering
my hymen. I screamed so loud, if Devin hadn't covered my mouth, I
would've woken up mom and the neighbors. He waited until my scream
subsided. Then I slowly began crying from the pain. Devin ignored my
tears, once he'd adjusted enough inside my tightness, he began to slide
in and out of me. I fought tears and moans at the same time. Devin
was still covering my mouth so I couldn't speak or scream especially.
Devin was only 16, but he had a strong athletic build. He played hockey
and soccer a lot to keep toned. As much as I'd tried to avoid it, I
realized how big Devin was. He continually would slide all the way out
of me and then stuff himself back in. I was noticing how deep he went,
Devin had to be at least 7 inches long and thick. Midway through, I had
stopped crying. I became angry at Devin for raping me. Forcing his
way inside of his own sister. I tried fighting him, trying to punch his
ribs or scratch his face, but he fended off my attacks and then
whispered something haunting in my ear, "Now I'm gonna cum inside your
pussy, and you're gonna have my baby."
I tried screaming again, to no avail. Then Devin increased his pace,
pounding into me harder and harder each time. My eyes widened with each
thrust, grunt and twist of my brother's face. Was he really going to
cum inside me? Why would he do that? Why would he try to get his
sister intentionally pregnant? Doesn't he think people might think it's
his? Doesn't he think I'll tell?
Finally, with a heavy jerk, Devin thrust forward and began to spasm.
His jets of hot semen flooded my vagina. It was so hot that it
instantly brought out an orgasm of my own, I was so ashamed. Devin
spurted about 6 times in my pussy before finally allowing his softened
penis to exit out of me. He took his hand off my mouth and said, "Wow
sis, you have a really great pussy."
"Devin..." I shook, "Why did you do this? What if I get pregnant? What
are we gonna do?" Devin didn't answer, he smiled, climbed off of me and
went to his room. I spent much of the night trying to squeeze Devin's
cum out of my pussy.
Ch. 2
The next three years went by in almost the same fashion. I didn't tell
my mother about what Devin had done for fear that I might be blamed or
sent away. And Devin continued to fuck me about two nights a week. He
stopped covering my mouth; he knew I wouldn't scream anymore. And each
time he fucked me, he'd tell me things like, "I can't wait to see how
you'll look pregnant, carrying my child. I'm gonna want to fuck you
even more then."
I never spoke, only moaned, which I hated. Or came, which I hated even
more and Devin came every time, inside of me, filling me with his baby
making seed. But to my happiness, and my brother's disbelief, I still
hadn't gotten pregnant. After the first year, my brother got
increasingly frustrated at the fact that I was not bearing his child
that he began fucking me four times a week and cumming inside of me at
least twice each time. By the second year, I had gotten pregnant twice,
both ending in miscarriages.
I did get pregnant twice again, the first time, I decided to stay out
late to avoid Devin and his incestuous intrusion. I'm not sure where I
ended up but it was nowhere I remembered, and I ended up bumping
shoulder to shoulder into Davis Gunter. He was an old friend of my
father's. In the past couple of years, he'd lost his wife and became a
penniless drunk. I could tell he was intoxicated when we met, but he
did recognize me. "Ehhh, your li'l Harry's gurl, are'nt ya?" he
stuttered.
I stepped away from him, trying to dodge the heavy scent of whiskey on
his breath. "I've always fancied you darlin'." He slurred. I tried to
run away but Davis grabbed me, and threw me into an alleyway. I ran
towards the back trying to find an escape, but he was right on me.
Before I knew it, Gunter had me against a wall with my pants down,
forcing his thick 6 inch penis inside of me. I tried fighting against
him, but he was too heavy especially in his drunken stupor. He fucked
me hard and relentlessly, pulling my hair and biting me at times.
Despite being a heavy drunk, he had tremendous stamina, Gunter ended up
cumming inside of me four times. By the last one, he sighed heavily and
whispered, "You're even be'ter than my daughter, love."
Gunter dropped me to the ground of the alleyway and stumbled out. I sat
there and cried for awhile. I found out weeks later that I was
pregnant. Taking some money from my mother, I secretly got an abortion.
Only for ten weeks later, for my brother to finally get what he always
wanted. He had indeed knocked me up as well. But again, I had the
abortion before anyone found out.
By this time, I was 17 and Devin was 19. He had graduated high school
and was going into the Navy. I had gotten a job working for my Uncle up
in Maine, so I was moving there. The day my brother left for the Navy,
he hugged my mother and then me, then he whispered, "I'll be back to
make you mine."
I gritted my teeth, I had gotten pretty good at hiding my hatred for my
brother from my mother. Devin left, and a month later, I landed in
Maine to meet my Uncle Mark and Aunt Bridgette. Uncle Mark owned a
couple of sporting goods stores and asked me to bookkeep for him. Hell,
he could've asked me to sweep the floors and I would've said yes.
Anything to get away from Devin and anyone else.
Uncle Mark and Aunt Bridgette's house was huge. Big enough to fit 10
people and their dogs. That first year was an incredible one. We went
fishing and ice skating and my Aunt took me to about 6 different
concerts. At the end of every week, I called mom to check in on her to
see how she was doing. One weekend in particular, she seemed upset and
wouldn't tell me why. We parted and I told her I loved her and hoped
that she'd tell me eventually what she seemed so upset about.
After the conversation with Mom, I spent the rest of the day lounging
around the house, reading or watching tv. That night around 1 am, I was
still up reading when Uncle Mark came down to see me...
