Streaming Taboo
Copyright© 2025 by Kinjite
Chapter 4: Crossing Lines
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Crossing Lines - Lila and Ethan are two young teens caught up in the thrill of first love. During one of her family’s movie marathon nights, she invites Ethan over, planning to sneak some steamy moments under the cover of darkness. But the real horror begins when she realizes the hands on her body aren’t Ethan’s—they’re her father’s.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie First Pregnancy
Scene 4.1: A Moment of Relief
Lila stared at the crimson smear on the tissue, her breath catching in her throat. It’s here. It’s finally here. The relief that washed over her was so overwhelming that her knees nearly buckled. She’d spent the last few days in a state of sheer panic, her mind spiraling with thoughts of pregnancy, shame, and the unimaginable consequences of what had happened with her dad. But now, as she wiped away the blood and tossed the tissue into the toilet, the weight of that fear lifted, if only temporarily.
She flushed the toilet and stood in front of the mirror, her hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the sink. Her reflection stared back at her, her face pale but her eyes bright with relief. I’m not pregnant. I’m not pregnant. The mantra played in her head like a lifeline, grounding her in the moment.
But the relief was short-lived. As she washed her hands, her gaze drifted to the bruises on her inner thighs—faint but still visible—and the memory came rushing back. The stretch of her pussy, the heat of his cock, the way her body had betrayed her with an orgasm she couldn’t control. She shuddered, her stomach twisting with shame and disgust.
She quickly pulled down her shorts and adjusted her underwear, trying to push the thoughts away. It’s over. It’s done. I’m not pregnant, and I’m never letting that happen again.
But even as the thought crossed her mind, a strange, unwelcome heat pooled in her belly. She hated it—hated how her body reacted to the memory, how it betrayed her with a tingle of arousal that she couldn’t seem to shake.
She splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the storm inside her. Focus. Just focus on Ethan. It’s going to be okay.
She grabbed her phone from the counter, her fingers trembling as she unlocked it. There were three unread texts from Ethan.
Ethan: Morning, beautiful. How’s your day going?
Ethan: Still thinking about the pep rally today. You’re gonna look amazing in that outfit you mentioned last week.
Ethan: Unless you’re too scared...
Lila couldn’t help but smile at the last message. She’d missed this—the flirty banter, the innocent teasing, the way Ethan made her feel like she was the only girl in the world. She typed out a reply, her fingers moving quickly.
Lila: Please. I’m not scared of anything. Maybe I’ll protect you when the crowd gets too rowdy.
She hit send and leaned against the sink, her heart fluttering with excitement. This is good. This is normal. She needed this—needed to feel like herself again, like the girl who’d only kissed a boy once and hadn’t known what came after.
But the memory crept back in, unbidden. The way her dad had taken control, the way his thick cock had filled her so completely, the way she’d moaned despite herself. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, a dark shadow at the edges of her mind.
She opened her closet and pulled out the short, flared skirt she’d worn during the movie night—the same one she’d had on when her dad had taken her virginity. She hesitated, her fingers brushing against the fabric. It was clean now, the blood and cum stains washed away, but the memory of that night still clung to it like a shadow. Could she really wear it again? She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. If she wore it, it would be hers again—not his. Hers.
With a deep breath, she slipped it on, the fabric brushing against her thighs. It felt different now—less innocent, less carefree. But it also felt like a small act of defiance, a way to reclaim something that had been taken from her.
She paired it with a fitted crop top that clung to her frame, leaving a sliver of midriff exposed. As she dressed, she caught her reflection in the mirror—her hair messy from sleep, her cheeks flushed, her legs long and smooth. I’m not that girl anymore, she thought, a pang of sadness hitting her. But maybe I can be someone else. Someone who doesn’t let him win.
Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at the screen.
Ethan: Can’t wait to see you at the pep rally. You’re gonna blow my mind.
Lila smiled, her fingers moving quickly as she typed out a reply.
Lila: You too. But don’t get too excited. It’s just a pep rally.
She hit send and set her phone down, her heart racing with anticipation. Today was going to be perfect. She just had to keep her dad out of her head.
Scene 4.2: A Dangerous Offer
Lila was in the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of cereal, when she heard the heavy footsteps of her dad approaching. Her stomach twisted, and she froze, her hand tightening around the milk carton. She’d been avoiding him all morning, staying in her room or leaving the house whenever he was around. But now, there was no escape.
“Morning, Lila,” he said, his voice low and smooth, as he leaned against the counter.
She forced herself to look up, her heart pounding. “Morning,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
He was dressed for work, his tie slightly loosened and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. He looked calm, casual, but there was something in his eyes—a dark, hungry glint that made her skin crawl.
“You’ve been quiet today,” he said, his tone probing. “Everything okay?”
Lila nodded, her hands trembling as she set the milk carton down. “Yeah, just ... tired.”
He tilted his head, his expression mocking but fond. “You’ve seemed different since that night,” he said, his voice soft but loaded. “More aware of yourself. More ... confident.”
Lila clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “It’s not something I want to talk about,” she said, her voice shaky but firm.
He chuckled, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Why not? It’s just us. And I know how much you enjoyed it—how much your body responded.”
Lila’s cheeks burned, and she staggered back, her voice trembling. “I can’t believe you’d even say that!”
He smirked, his eyes dark and hungry. “Why not? I felt it, Lila. The way you gripped me, the way you moaned—your body didn’t lie.”
Her stomach twisted, and she shook her head, her voice rising slightly before she caught herself and lowered it. “I’m only fourteen! You’re my father! How can you even think that’s okay?”
He stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. “And yet, you didn’t stop me. You didn’t scream. You didn’t tell anyone. Your body told me everything I needed to know.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and she snapped, her voice low but trembling with fury. “I’ve been terrified I might be pregnant! You selfishly came inside me, and you didn’t even care! Do you have any idea how much of your ... your stuff you put in me? I could feel it leaking out of me for hours afterward!”
Her dad smirked, his tone dismissive but hushed. “People don’t get pregnant that easily. And now that you’ve felt what it’s like to be with a real man, you’ll want more. It’s only natural.”
Lila’s body trembled, and she shook her head, her voice desperate but quiet. “No. I don’t want that. Not with you.”
He stepped closer, his voice low and threatening. “It’s better to keep these things between us,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Otherwise, people might think you’re ... easy. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Lila’s heart raced, but she stood her ground, her voice shaking but firm. “Leave me alone.”
Her dad backed off slightly, but his smirk remained. “We’ll see.”
He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Lila trembling in his wake. She leaned against the counter, her breath coming in shallow gasps. What just happened?
She grabbed her bowl of cereal and hurried out of the kitchen, her heart racing. The house felt too small, too suffocating, and she needed to get out. She grabbed her backpack from the hallway, her hands trembling as she slung it over her shoulder.
As she stepped outside, the cool morning air hit her face like a slap, jolting her back to reality. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but the memory of his gaze lingered like a shadow. She glanced toward Ethan’s house, her heart sinking when she saw his front door closed and no sign of him. He must’ve left early for band practice, she thought, remembering he’d mentioned a morning rehearsal for the school orchestra.
The walk to school was usually uneventful, but today it felt like a lifeline, a chance to escape the weight of her dad’s words and the memory of his touch.
Scene 4.3: Fragile Connections
Lila and Mia sat together in the school courtyard, the morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement. The pep rally was still an hour away, and the courtyard was quiet, save for the occasional chatter of students passing by.
Mia fidgeted with the strap of her bag, her expression tense and distracted. “I’m three days late,” she said finally, her voice low and shaky.
Lila’s stomach twisted, and she turned to face her friend. “Three days? That’s not nothing, Mia. Have you talked to Marcus yet?”
Mia shook her head, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t even know how to bring it up. He’s just a junior, Lila. He’s not ready for this. I’m not ready for this.”
Lila bit her lip, her mind racing. She thought about her own relief when her period had arrived on time, despite the terror she’d felt waiting for it. “You need to get a test,” she said finally. “Just to know for sure.”
Mia nodded, but her expression was distant and fearful. “I just ... I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s positive.”
Lila squeezed her hand, her heart aching for her friend. “You’ll figure it out. And I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”
Mia managed a small smile, but her eyes were still clouded with worry. “Thanks, Lila. I just ... I wish I’d been smarter about it. I mean, I knew better, but...”
Lila nodded, her stomach churning. I know the feeling. She thought about her dad, about the violation she’d endured, and the shame that still lingered. “You can’t change the past,” she said softly. “But you can be smarter now. Like ... using protection.”
Mia sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I guess I’ve learned that the hard way.”
As Lila made her way to the gym, her conversation with Mia lingered in her mind. The weight of her friend’s fear mirrored her own anxieties, leaving her feeling unsettled.
The pep rally was in full swing, the gymnasium packed with students cheering and clapping as the cheerleaders performed on the floor. Lila and Ethan sat together in the bleachers, their shoulders brushing as they watched.
Lila’s mind, however, was far from the noise and excitement. She’d downloaded a period tracker app on her phone, entering her information to see when her next period was due and when she’d be ovulating. As she entered her information, a wave of unease washed over her. The app’s terms—’high fertility days,’ ‘peak ovulation’—felt surreal, like they belonged to someone older, someone who hadn’t been violated the way she had.
I’m only fourteen, she thought, her stomach twisting. I’m too young for this.
But Mia wasn’t too young. Mia had already done it, and now she was terrified she might be pregnant. And Lila? She wasn’t a virgin anymore, thanks to her dad. The thought made her stomach churn, but it also left her feeling hollow, like something she’d been taught to cherish had been stolen before she even understood its worth.
Her mind wandered to Ethan, sitting beside her, his arm brushing hers. He was sweet, kind, and safe—everything her dad wasn’t. The idea of being with him, of letting him replace the stain her father had left on her body, was compelling. It felt like a way to take back control, to erase the memory of her dad’s hands, his breath, his thick cock inside her.
But was she ready? She wasn’t sure. The thought of sex still made her nervous, but the idea of being with Ethan—of choosing it for herself—felt like a step toward healing.
She leaned in close, her breath warm against Ethan’s ear. “You should buy condoms,” she said, her voice low and teasing.
Ethan’s eyes widened, and he turned to look at her, his cheeks flushing. “Wait, are you serious?” he asked, his voice both nervous and hopeful.
Lila smirked, her heart racing. “Maybe. You never know.”
Ethan laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I mean ... yeah, okay. If you’re serious.”
Lila leaned back, her smirk widening. “We’ll see.”
As she leaned closer to Ethan, a part of her wondered if this was the right path—if being with him could erase the stain her father had left on her body. But another part of her knew she wasn’t ready, even if the idea felt tempting.
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