An adult stories – Unspoken Desires Pt. 08 by Midnight87,Midnight87 To avoid the unhappy comments. This part is short and has one short sex scene at the start. And I talk about why my parts are short at the end.)
I held Ty’s hand as we walked down the stairs to check on Mom and Andy. I figured they must be done by now. My mother had this ability of turning people on instantly, and with her skills, there was just no way Andy hadn’t finished yet.
But then we heard the moaning and grunting coming from the kitchen. My mother really had no shame. She didn’t care to be discreet about how much she enjoyed sex. I had started to notice she had a particular interest in screwing me, probably because I looked the most like my father. And while Ty took care of me just fine, and I was easily turned on by him, it happened even quicker with my mother.
I was in love with my brother, so our private couple sex, while still rough and loud, was more romantic. But the sex I had with my mother and Ty was entirely about lust and giving in to my deepest desires, knowing how wrong it was. And that was why I loved kissing and screwing my mother so much.
We peeked into the kitchen, where our mother and brother were going at it like wild animals. It made sense, knowing how much Mom loved sex and since this was Andy’s first incestuous experience. Mom was on his lap, her body bouncing up and down Andy’s dick. Her legs and arms wrapped around him. Andy’s hands ran around Mom’s back, in her hair, pausing to cup her breasts.
“They must be on round two or three,” Ty stated.
“I don’t think he cares anymore about what he can’t take back,” I said.
Ty pulled my back and pressed me up against the wall. We started to kiss and not even a minute later, Ty was hard again.
“Really?” I giggled.
“I can’t help it. You’ve learned all her tricks. And don’t go denying that Mom doesn’t get you going just as easily. I’ve seen the way you react when you kiss her.”
“True.”
Ty pulled my shorts down, letting them fall around my ankles, and whipped his hard out, pushing it into my sex. I cried out, and I could tell they heard me from the kitchen because they got louder.
“Right here against the wall?” I said.
“We could pause and move to the couch.”
“Don’t you dare stop for even a second. Just fuck me here.”
I wrapped my arms around my brother tightly as he roughly fucked me against the wall. I focused on the grunts and moans that mixed with mine.
In my mind, I replayed everything I had done in the past two years. From giving in to my desires with Ty on the toilet seat at the family cabin to the first time I tongued my mother on my living room couch. Every sex tape, the first threesome and each one after it. I had fucked my twin brother, fucked my mother, made out with three members of my family, and I loved every second of it.
I thought about the future too. Andy was now clearly part of our little incestuous family secret, and while I didn’t mind Ty putting his dick in Mom’s sex, I didn’t want another man’s dick inside my vagina. But that still left a lot of things I could do with Andy and any other brother who wanted to join in. And the things I could teach Millie and watch her do and watch be done to her. I’d fuck my entire adult family without shame at this point. I was not the same person I was at that cabin two years ago, fighting against loving my brother like that.
I wasn’t shy anymore.
And that became very apparent months later.
Mom and I were only days away from our due dates when it happened. Ty and I had moved back in with Mom months earlier, and the three of us were gathered in the living room watching television. We didn’t have sex around the time when Lily would be arriving home from school. I loved my sister but she was a huge cock blocker, like all kids.
At least when these babies were born, they wouldn’t be old enough to understand anything for a few years. Ty, Mom, Andy, and I could fuck while the babies slept upstairs without worrying that they would hear us and come to investigate the “weird noises.”
Ty and I had separate bedrooms, but Mom was smart. When Mom and Dad bought the house, they made sure to get one with a Jack and Jill bathroom. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a shared bathroom between two bedrooms, and it had doors leading from both bedrooms instead of one from the hallway. Think it of it as our own secret passageway to each other’s rooms. However, Ty and I had always shared a room because of how many children those two sex addicts had. So we had never needed this secret passageway until now.
So, we’d enter our separate rooms for show and then slip into my room through our shared bathroom so we could sleep together like normal couples do.
Anyways, back to the story, Lily burst through the front door. It was late February and Lily was now in the eighth grade, and about to turn fourteen in the start of spring.
“It’s here!” She exclaimed, waving an envelope in front of us.
“What’s here?” Mom asked.
“Grandma and Grandpa have written back!”
Our faces dropped. And this was the first time I ever saw my mother upset. She stood up and practically snatched the envelope out of Lily’s hand. She pulled out a letter and I watched her face as she read it. I saw the hurt in her eyes. She sat down and didn’t say a word as she read it again.
“Your grandparents have invited you to visit them over spring Vacation. And made sure to mention that I am not invited.” Mom scoffed and said, “I bet my mother wrote that part.”
“Why are you not invited?” Lily asked.
“The bigger question is… why were you?” Mom asked, looking up at Lily. “And what do you mean they wrote back as that would mean you wrote to them first.”
“I did.”
“Without asking me? Lily, you have never met your grandparents. Did you ever stop to think there might be a reason for that?”
“You never talk about them, Mom. Dad never talked about his parents either. I couldn’t even find an address for them. It’s like they don’t exist.”
“Well, you can’t go.” Mom stated.
“Why not?” Lily whined.
“Because I’m strictly not invited, and you are not old enough to travel across the country by yourself. Plus, there are things about this family that you are not ready to know.”
Lily stomped her foot on the ground. “Stop treating me like a baby! I’m almost fourteen I’m practically grown.”
“You’re not grown enough for this,” Mom replied.
“Well, what if someone else takes me?”
“No. And I will not tolerate any more discussions about this. I need you to go to your room.”
“For wanting to meet my grandparents?”
“No, for writing to them behind my back. Go to your room.”
“You are so unfair! I hate you!”
Lily stormed off to her room, and we heard her bedroom door slam shut.
“Are you okay?” Ty asked, placing a hand on Mom’s shoulder.
“No, I’m not. It took me years to move past the truth that my parents would never accept your father and being together.” She sighed and read the letter again. “Even as a kid I didn’t care what people thought about me. And when your Dad and I came out of the family closet, I didn’t care what my brother Ben had to say, the opinions of my aunts, or the views of my grandmother. But my parents… they were the only ones I could never stand up to. They were the reason your father and I left town and moved so far away.”
Mom started reading the letter again and teared up, so I took it from her.
“We tried for years to be patient and write to them, but all we’d ever get in response was letters filled with hate. And then the last straw was what they said when I told them I was pregnant with Ross.”
Mom wiped the tears off her face.
“I hope your child dies from the repulsive diseases you will give him.”
My stomach twisted. How could say something so horrid to an expectant mother?
“I was so distraught from it that I almost had an abortion. But your father, talked me through the pain and we vowed to never speak to our parents again. Ross was born normal and grew up healthy. All of our kids did.”
“We should go, all of us,” I stated.
“Sky, how could you say that after what Mom just told us,” Ty said.
“No, I mean, we should go and confront them. Show them all seven of your perfectly healthy kids that you raised to be good open-minded, and respectful individuals. And maybe Lily will stop acting like a little brat once she sees how horrid our grandparents are.”
“I don’t know if I can face them, Sky,” Mom said.
“You are not the same person anymore, Mom. You are the strongest person I know. I never would be have gotten to this point of acceptance without you,” I said.
“Neither would I have,” Ty agreed.
“Sky, if we go, they will not be kind to you and they will not hold back,” Mom warned.
“I know.”
“Okay. But I will not force any of my kids to meet them. They must all decide for themselves.”
A couple of days later, the day finally arrived when Mom went into labor, and she knew that her life was about to change forever. She had birthed all seven of her brother’s children, and now she was about to give birth to her son’s child. This baby was biologically her son, grandson, and great-nephew.
As she lay in the hospital bed, feeling the intense waves of pain, she knew that all the discomfort and agony would be worth it when she held her newborn baby in her arms. Ty was by her side, holding her hand tightly and reassuring her that everything would be okay.
And later that day, baby number eight was born.
He was my Nephew, my brother, and my step-son.
I let Ty meet his son alone, and enjoy this special moment with Mom in private. And then I went in. The moment I laid her eyes on my mother and brother cuddle together with the baby in Ty’s arms, I felt an overwhelming rush of love and joy. Ty looked so proud of his boy, and I could tell he was going to be a great father to his children. My hand rested on my baby bump. It wouldn’t be much longer now before Ty’s son became a big brother/uncle.
I kissed Mom’s lips, then Ty’s and peered down at the sleeping baby in Ty’s arms.
“You want to hold him?” Ty whispered.
“Of course.”
Ty placed his son in my arms, and I didn’t want to ever let go.
He was seven pounds and looked exactly like Ty and Mom who looked exactly alike. He had a bald little head, and a sweet little face. You’d never know he was an incest baby.
“He’s perfect,” I whispered. I looked up at Ty and Mom, who both smiled back at me.
“So, are you finally going to tell me his name?”
“We thought there was only one name fitting,” Ty replied. He looked to Mom and nodded.
“Dylan,” Mom announced.
I teared up. “Dad would have loved that,” I said. Dylan was my father’s name.
“And it goes perfectly with our daughter’s name,” Ty said, wrapping his arms around me. “We’re naming her after you, Mom.”
“That means the world to me, thank you,” Mom replied.
Dylan’s birth happened fast and easy, but my daughter took her sweet time. I was rushed to the hospital almost a week after Dylan was born. The labor was long and intense, and my emotions ranged from excitement to fear to exhaustion. But through it all, I focused on the end goal–bringing my baby into the world.
As the hours passed and the contractions grew stronger, my determination only increased, because I knew that soon I would finally get to hold my little one in my arms. And with one final push, my daughter was born. Ty was in tears as the doctor placed the tiny infant on my chest.
Looking down at my newborn daughter, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and joy. This was my baby, mine and Ty’s — the one I had carried for nine months, the life I had brought into the world. It was amazing how a tiny seed could grow into a fully-formed human being inside a woman’s body. And now, here she was, looking up at me with beautiful blue eyes.
I had never felt a joy like it before. The moment the baby was placed in my arms, she became my world and I loved more than I had ever loved anyone. And of course… she didn’t look anything like me at all. Aside from her hair and eye colour, but then, Ty and I had the same colour of hair and eyes so basically, she was her father’s twin. And looked identical to her uncle brother.
I counted her fingers and toes and took in every little detail of her tiny face. She was perfect, not one hint of the incestuous blood than through her veins. Even if she did have deformities or disabilities, I’d still love her with my entire heart and soul, but it was a relief that she was healthy and normal. Otherwise, she would never be accepted into society.
I placed our little girl in Ty’s arms, and from that second, that girl had her thumb wrapped around his finger.
And as she grew, she would be Daddy’s little girl in every single way. Daddy would be her first word, and boy would it be fun to explain to Lily why her brother and niece both called Ty Daddy. Liana would never be far away from Ty. Yes, she would be the biggest daddy’s girl that ever lived. But let’s not skip that far into the story just yet.
(I was going to include the dinner in this part, but I feel like it needs to be its own part.
Allow me a moment to address something, I promise I won’t do this every time. It’s fine to ask for longer chapters, but keep in mind that this story was never meant to have more than one part. The only reason I wrote more parts is that you asked for them.
I prefer shorter parts; they are easier to write. I am completely new to erotic writing, as I’ve only ever written non-sexual fiction. So It can be difficult to figure out how to write what I’m saying. And I am still a virgin in real life. Yes, I’m 26 and still a virgin. What’s even sadder is that I’ve never been kissed. So everything my characters have done, I’ve never done it myself.
So I don’t know how it feels or exactly what it entails. That’s why my sex scenes aren’t very descriptive. I only know the general terms, and finding different ways to say it can be hard for me. I have learned a lot from watching and reading. But without any real life experience, it is still very hard to write this effectively.
Also, when I read the stories on here, I want to get straight to the action, so I want the sex to be easy to find, not hidden four pages in. I know other readers on here like all the background noise, the actual story, so I do include that, and I am writing a version of this story that will be longer and more in depth. But I have a few more parts I want to add to the current version first.
I also post the parts, or try to at least, very close together so the wait isn’t very long. Normally, a new part comes out a day or two later. Blame the site, I would much rather my parts be available to read immediately as I get very excited to read everyone’s reactions and see how well its doing with the votes and new followers. So thank you for sticking around this far.)