Father + Daughter + Incest Stories

A story in the Slumber Orgy Universe
Five girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' brother.

In a time and place where his wrongness could lead to him being stoned or burned unto his death, Ezekiel found a way to fulfill all the duties given him by God, and yet still be true to himself. This is the story of Ezekiel's Victory.

Mark & Melissa
A beautiful young woman, falling in love, realizes she can't hide something from her boyfriend. But will he love her after she tells him about her dark secret?

Story written for Xmas 2005 - it describes how during the holiday season, a family (a father and 2 daughters) come together after a string of tragedies have hit them.

A daughter helps her father escape from the memories that have him trapped.

Their home was destroyed by a tornado, which also took the wife and mother. The kids had to be sent to the winds, while dad helped with the cleanup. But, a year later, when the insurance money came in, it was still too early to rebuild. So they took a road trip in a motor home, to see the world and get to know each other again. They had no idea they'd get to know each other as well as they did.

Dark haired, 18 yo Virginia teen finds a pair of somebody elses panties in the wash. As soon as she pulls them on her body seems to awaken. Could they be daddy's? Could her friends be right about daddy? Will she seduce him on the warm sands of Martinique. Read on...

When 16-year-old Jane discovers the depraved "sexual code" enforced by her tattooed mentor at Sunny Meadows, she trades her innocence for a spot in a secret sisterhood dedicated to servicing the lonely men in their care. What starts as voyeurism quickly spirals into a shared obsession, transforming Jane from a shy nursing care assistant into a willing vessel for the facility’s darkest fantasies.

When Cass told her father she was gay, he didn't get angry. He smiled, and decided a girl who wants girls just never had the right man — and that he'd be the one to prove it. To both of us: she was mine and I was hers, in secret, and had been for a year. He used my paintings to get close. Made me watch. Then made me part of it. By fall he had both our bodies and thought that was all of us. It wasn't — and the part he never reached is why we'll never get out.