Taboo in Paris
Copyright© 2025 by Kinjite
Chapter 7: A New Reality
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7: A New Reality - When Emily's Paris school trip hotel overbooks, she's forced to share her father's bed. The city of romance becomes her ruin—his breath scorching her neck, her sighs dissolving as he teaches her body to crave corruption. Night after night, they tangle in forbidden intimacy, sweat-slick and shuddering, his reckless hunger destroying every boundary. And when her best friend Kim stumbles upon their secret? Some sins weren't meant to be suffered alone.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy AI Generated
The morning sun streamed through the hotel’s dining room windows, casting a warm glow over our group as we gathered around the breakfast table. Kim and I sat side by side, our plates piled high with flaky croissants, fresh fruit, and glasses of orange juice. The anxiety and tension that had been weighing on us over the past few days had finally lifted, replaced by a calm acceptance of the new dynamic with my dad. Knowing we were in this together made all the difference, and the sense of ease between us was palpable.
Our friends noticed the change right away. Caleb was the first to comment, grinning as he tossed a piece of bread at Kim. “Glad to see you’re finally back in the land of the living,” he said, his tone teasing.
Kim laughed, catching the bread mid-air and tossing it back at him. “Someone’s got to keep you in line, Kev.”
Maya chimed in, her arm draped around Dave’s shoulders. She tilted her head, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Yeah, seriously. You two have been acting so weird lately. What’s up with that?”
I shrugged, my smile casual but guarded. “Just ... a lot going on, I guess. You know how it is on these trips. But we’re good now, right, Kim?”
Kim nodded, popping a grape into her mouth. “Totally. We’re back in full effect.”
As we moved to the lobby to board the bus for the day’s sightseeing tour, Liam approached me, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. “Hey, Emily,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I was wondering if ... um ... maybe you’d want to, like, hang out later? Just the two of us?”
I hesitated, my expression softening with sympathy. “Liam, that’s really sweet, but ... I don’t think we’re a good match like that. You’re a great guy, though. Seriously.”
Liam nodded, though his disappointment was obvious. “Yeah, okay. I get it.”
As he shuffled away, Kim sidled up to me, her eyes following Liam’s retreating figure. “Poor guy,” she murmured, her tone a mix of amusement and pity. “He’s really hung up on you.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I know. He’s so nice, but ... it’s just not going to happen.”
Kim smirked, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Totally get it. We both know your type,” she said, emphasizing the your with a knowing look. “Liam’s a good guy, though.”
I rolled my eyes, though there was no malice in it. “Yeah, he is. I just wish he’d find someone who actually likes him back.”
Kim shrugged, her tone light but matter-of-fact. “Well, at least he’s not wasting his time anymore.”
Despite our newfound lightness, the day wasn’t without challenges. As the group filed into the bus, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I could feel the familiar warmth trickling out of me, a reminder of the morning’s activities.
Kim noticed my discomfort and leaned in, her voice a barely audible whisper. “Leaking again?”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “Yeah. I think I need to change my underwear. This is getting ridiculous.”
Kim sighed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Same. I’ve gone through, like, half my suitcase already. And don’t even get me started on the smell.”
I stifled a laugh, grateful for Kim’s bluntness and real talk. Once, during a group photo, Liam had wrinkled his nose and muttered, “What’s that smell?” I’d frozen, my heart racing, but Kim had quickly stepped in. “Probably Dave’s socks,” she’d joked, earning a round of laughter from the group and defusing the tension.
The day had been a whirlwind of sightseeing and laughter. Kim and I reveled in the group’s playful energy—until we spotted Dad in the lobby. His expression darkened as he watched me lean into Liam’s joke, his knuckles whitening around his keycard.
Kim nudged me. “Uh-oh,” she muttered. “Someone’s jealous.”
We approached him, my hand settling on his forearm. “Dad? Everything okay?”
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