The Naughty Nolans
Copyright© 2025 by Kenn Ghannon
Chapter 14: Future Imperfect
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14: Future Imperfect - The Nolan family was a complete wreck. In a last ditch effort to save it, the matriarch takes the family to a psychiatrist for family counseling. The psychiatrist, though, has an agenda of her own. [NOTE: Partially A.I. generated by an original idea (if there are original ideas in prose anymore) I had]
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Cuckold Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Hairy Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student Slow AI Generated
The silence in Dr. Renworth’s office was thick with the scent of sex and exhaustion, the air still humming from hours of raw, unfiltered passion. The Nolan family lounged in various states of undress, limbs tangled together on couches that would never be the same. Rachel, now buttoned into her wrinkled blouse with her hair hastily tied back, watched them through half-lidded eyes, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Diane cleared her throat, the sound cutting through the quiet murmurs of conversation. All eyes turned to her as she shifted on the couch, her fingers absently tracing circles on Devin’s knee. “Before,” she started, voice soft but steady, “I asked where we go from here. And I meant it.” She turned her gaze to Rachel, her blue eyes warm with something dangerously close to affection. “We’d love to have you live with us,” Diane admitted, and Rachel’s breath hitched.
“But,” Diane continued with a sigh, “once the divorce is final, I don’t know if we’ll even be able to afford the house.”
Rachel gulped, her throat suddenly tight. The words hit her like a physical blow—not just the offer, but the quiet certainty with which Diane said we. As if Rachel was already one of them. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, hot and unexpected. “I—” Rachel swallowed hard, her voice breaking. “I’d love that. To live with you. To finally belong somewhere.”
A tear slipped free, tracing a slow path down her cheek. She didn’t bother wiping it away.