The Craving is Hereditary

“Mom and Dad have been fucking for two hours now…”

Breanna texted her brother Matt around 1am to commiserate with him after listening to her parents having noisy sex while she was busy editing a masturbation video she had taken earlier. She wasn’t doing herself any favors by staring at porn for this long and not doing something about it, but there was this unspoken rule while their father was home that they had to be extra careful and not mess around with each other. She hated that, honestly, but understood that it was for the greater good, so she obediently refrained from seeking out Matt’s big cock. For the moment, anyway…

Matt texted back within a minute: “I put my earbuds in. Still jerking off right now though.”

Bree groaned as she replied: “Ugh, not fair! I wanna fuck!”

“Maybe you should start your camming now then.”

Bree knew that was the next step to her OnlyFans adventure. If she wanted to grow her fanbase, it made sense to sign up for one of those camgirl sites and prance around for men to admire in the hopes that they’d want to see more and pay for the privilege. She had already planned for this in the next step of her new career, if it actually became one, and was mentally gearing up for it.

“I don’t have my mask yet,” she replied to Matt. “Comes tomorrow.”

She still wanted to retain her anonymity and planned to wear a sleek face mask while on camera, and in shots for her OnlyFans where her head was visible. She was sitting naked at her computer desk in her bedroom while casually rubbing her clit as she clicked through her profile looking for ways to tweak it and make it more appealing. She had been on countless e-girl forums researching ways to do it right. Unlike most of them, she assumed, she wasn’t really in it for the money, even though she wouldn’t turn it away. That would be hard for other people to understand, she knew.

She was honestly and truly doing it for the sexual thrill, including interactions with her brother that viewers would unknowingly participate in. She got off on thinking about people masturbating to her swallowing her brother’s cum or taking his dick, all while not even knowing that they were related. It was perverted for sure, deviant even. Psychopathic? She wasn’t really sure, but it was fun and harmless if she kept people from finding out the truth. She wasn’t going to surprise people later with a “Gotcha!” moment or anything. They were getting off, and so was she, and that was all it had to be.

Bree could feel that things were changing now that incest was a part of her life. She wasn’t a different person than before but it felt like a huge part of herself was now unlocked and amplified. Namely, the sexual side of her persona. She wasn’t just horny, because that would be too simple of a term to use to describe it. She was insatiably addicted to the feeling of sexual pleasure of a certain variety: forbidden lust. She had to have it! She craved it endlessly and found it hard to concentrate if she tried to ignore the feeling or avoid it altogether.

There had been moments when she and Matt and Mom had first started having sex together that she had felt guilt about it all. Like everyone else in the world, she had been told that incest was wrong and there were no good outcomes for it. She had accepted that without hesitation and never imagined herself actually doing it. Then her brother and her had somehow ended up masturbating together, for reasons she still wasn’t sure of, and now that thing that she had been taught to avoid and find disgusting was suddenly flipped in her mind. Now, it was so fucking good and amazing that she couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t be that way for everyone, she knew, and there were some people who were truly damaged or destroyed by it, just like any action or behavior that had potential to be destructive like drugs or alcohol.

That was the difference. This wasn’t a destructive act within her family. They were doing it because everyone involved wanted it. She wasn’t getting pregnant and no one was forcing her to submit to anything. The only argument against what they were doing was her Dad, because he didn’t know it was happening. Yet, anyway. She personally believed that him finding out was inevitable. That was when things would have to change, but until then she wanted to have as much fun as possible and feel as much pleasure as she could.

And there was so much pleasure in fucking her family…

“I’m gonna blow soon,” Matt texted her. “Wanna sneak in here for it?”

Bree inserted two fingers inside of her pussy and bit her lip, but something held her back. She replied back to him: “Want to, but shouldn’t. They’re having so much fun in there and I don’t want to make a sound and have them quiet down. Mom really needs this.”

Matt sent her a thumbs up emoji. She set her phone down and began to masturbate properly while she brought up a porn site and browsed through the videos. It didn’t take long to bring herself off but one orgasm wasn’t enough tonight. That craving was so deep inside of her that it was like a tickle to satisfy an itch, and tickling only made it itch more. She kept scrolling through videos and gifs and pictures and everything she could find until she got to one particular video that made the light bulb in her head come on as if for the first time in her life.

Step-father fucks daughter.

That was the title, short and sweet, but leaving off the first word and making it “father fucks daughter” did something to her in that moment. It was probably because she was so horny she couldn’t think straight, but it was also like the final piece of a puzzle coming together in her mind. She, along with Matt and probably even Mom, had been having so much fun together while dancing around the issue of their father finding out, which was admittedly kind of fun in its own way, but including him had always seemed like that magical final ingredient to their depraved formula. She was only now in this moment realizing how much she actually wanted to fuck her father for her own personal satisfaction, and it went from an idea to a desire instantly.

I want to fuck Dad, she thought to herself. I want to fuck my father, as badly as I want to fuck my brother. I need his cock in me. I need the same cock that gave me life to fuck my holes.

Every cherished memory of growing up with her loving father guiding and protecting her was flooding into her mind now. She realized just a fraction of how her own mother must have felt when she started having sex with her father. It was so thrilling to imagine! The love, the intense and forbidden lust…

Bree came hard on her fingers as she began to ponder on this dream. She pulled at her cunt hole and savored the pleasure, and she came hard enough that it actually satisfied the itch for a moment. Now the sounds of her parents fucking were more intriguing and she found herself drawn away from the computer screen and wanting to sneak down the hallway to spy on them, to catch a peek at her father’s cock and see it going in and out of her mother. She knew that was too far, but she still felt compelled to carefully open her bedroom door and peek down the hall at where her parents’ bedroom was.

As soon as she cracked her door, she could hear her mother moaning and her father grunting. Whatever they were doing, it was hard and fast. She could hear talking as well, not each word but it was obvious that it was dirty talk. Bree was surprised she could hear them as well as she could but when she looked down the hallway at their door and saw that it was partially open, her eyes went wide and her knees quivered. She could actually see her mother’s body moving back and forth as she was getting plowed, and if she was only a few feet closer she felt like she could actually hear what they were saying.

She leaned back from the doorway and bit her lip. Could she really do this? If she stayed out of sight of her father, she knew her mother wouldn’t mind looking up and catching her there. It might even be a thrill. But was that horny, selfish Bree talking? She did not want to make this about her. She knew her mother had her work cut out for her if they were to convince their father to join in the fun. Maybe having his naked daughter catch them in the act would help. Or was that totally unrealistic?

Bree’s mind was spinning right now. Her pussy was oozing and she really wanted to cum again. Maybe she should just go to Matt’s room and fuck him. But he for sure would have cum already by now, right? Besides, it was her daddy that she was really craving him right now.

She popped her head back out to get another look, and her mom was still bouncing on the bed. She tiptoed out of her room, completely naked, and crept down the hallway until she was close enough to hear what they were saying. Her mom was definitely in the fuck zone and spitting stuff out of her mouth that was barely registering as intelligent, but she heard things like “Daddy” and “fucked me” repeatedly.

Bree was frozen in shock. Was Mom actually telling Dad about that stuff? Does that mean…no, it couldn’t. There’s no way he’s turned on by that, is he?

“Yes, yes…” Her father was hissing encouragement to whatever her mother was saying. Then very clearly she heard him enunciate what they were talking about, probably at an accidental volume in the heat of the moment: “You liked when he fucked you, didn’t you?”

Bree’s knees weakened when she heard him talk like that. So her mother had divulged at least something to him! This was incredible progress and she wanted to text Matt immediately but was too captivated by listening to them and watching through the crack in the door.

Her mother was face down on the bed with her butt in the air, which Bree could tell from the angle of her body, and must have been taking it up the ass with the grunting sounds that she only heard once or twice before when Matt put his big cock in there. They were good sounds, for sure, and Bree was openly rubbing between her legs as she quietly crept closer and closer to her parents’ bedroom.