Hellbent For Incest

Familial and Incestial are lusty demonic siblings who on Halloween are allowed to roam the Earth and spread the seed of taboo love. A bickering sister and brother, a mother yearning to be 'punished' by her son, a father lusting for his young daughter, and an aunt fantasizing about taking her nephew's virginity, tonight their taboo dreams will come true as the devil makes them do it!

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Jim sat up with a start and rubbing his eyes saw it was seven o’clock. He’d slept for over an hour.

“What a weird dream.” He stood up from the chair and stretching, walked out of the den to find Mary. “Demons promising me my daughter.” He rolled his eyes at his own imagination.

Jim was surprised to see the TV off in the living room and her slowly climbing the stairs.

“You going upstairs to read?” He called to her.

“No, as bad as it sounds, I think I’m going to bed.” She put her hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn. “Don’t know why, but I swear I’ve never been this tired.”

“Well hope you feel better in the morning.” He told her, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Jim, try to stay up to make sure Kelly gets home by midnight.”

“I will.” He watched her disappear upstairs and his heart raced, “She’ll be powerful tired” No, it was a coincidence. Between his desire for Kelly and all the crappy horror movies he’d been watching leading up to Halloween it had affected his dreams.

He glanced at the TV in the other room, then recalled the dream again. Daddy’s favorite chair. He felt like an idiot, but what the hell? Jim went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face and took in his refection.

The dream demon had said he was good looking and he considered himself fairly attractive. His black hair was still a lot more pepper than salt and his green eyes bright and clear. He stayed in shape by running twice a week and watching what he ate. Overall he and Mary were a pretty hot couple for their age, all the more frustrating they had such a crappy sex life.

Jim grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and as he chugged it saw headlights swing past the kitchen window. He shut the light off and peering into the driveway saw Kelly’s red Mazda pulling up next to his truck.

“Oh my god.” He whispered, since when did an eighteen year old girl come home early from a party?

Jim walked quickly through the house and back into the den. He sat in the chair, his heart pounding. Could this be real? He heard the creak of the kitchen door, then Kelly’s heels clicking along the hallway.

He frowned when they passed his den and a moment later her bedroom door closed. He rolled his eyes, what an idiot. Maybe she’d had some teenage drama with another girl and come home to sulk or cry or yap about it on the phone.

He sat back in his recliner and looked over at the stack of paperbacks, on the table beside him. He’d read for a couple hours then head upstairs for another thrilling night of nothing. He’d just picked up a Stephen King novel, when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.” He said, trying to control his voice.

Kelly entered the room and his heart leapt when she paused to turn the lock on the knob.

“Daddy, can I talk to you?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He answered softly.

Kelly slowly approached and he swore she was moving slow on purpose, giving him time to stare at her. With the exception of the ears, whiskers and make up she was still in the costume and his eyes lingered on his daughter’s impressive cleavage.

As she stepped up to the chair, standing directly between his legs, he recalled his dream. Was she really having sex with men his age because she wanted her father? He’d never actually given any thought to her sexual experience, but if this was for real he was soon to find out.

“Everything okay, Kelly? You’re home really early.”

“Everything’s okay, for me anyway.”

“For you?”

“But not for you, daddy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Daddy I hear you and mom fighting all the time.”

She was so close her stocking clad leg was against his and his eyes were level with her chest…