Incest Stories

Hi. I'm Francie. Some call me a sissy. Some call me a trans girl. Some call me trash. Depends on your life's vectors, I guess. My name was 'Franklin Charles Cooper'. Now it's 'Frances Charlotte'. I hope I won't be a Cooper very long. My mom helped me through transition. She's not with us now. My father killed her. Yeah, I know. My life is somewhat screwed up. My neighbor is a 35-year-old geek, and he's the nicest, smartest man I've ever met. I'm in love with a nerd.

It's 1959 and women still wear real stockings. Brian Macklin is a stocking fetish who has his dream job selling hosiery door to door. Michele is a closet transvestite who can't seem to get her hands on quality hosiery. When Brian comes calling the sparks ignite a fire in both of them. This story contains graphic consensual sex.

Clara, a divorced mother struggling with the onset of perimenopause, finds herself dangerously obsessed with her teenage daughter Lily's burgeoning sexuality— a fascination ignited by the girl's unnaturally long, agile tongue and the confident, provocative way she wields it. Their collision of desperate loneliness and wild, untamed power ignites a taboo fire that consumes every boundary between them.

Two damaged souls, mending together, just the way nature intended...over coffee. Read the endnote for explanations and apologies. Otherwise, as always, enjoy!

Aunt helps her teenage nephew overcomehis nervousness with girls.