So this a story I am writing for the hell of it.
Tags right uh let's see.
Incest, Ageplay, Bestiality, Bondage, Rape. Not sure what else I might be adding.

Chapter 1:

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Those words were probably the most annoying six word I ever would hear. It was a funeral, I got it, I understood but couldn’t they just have kept their fucking mouths shut. Surprisingly my dad dying was not the worst part. His health had been declining as it was and I was prepared for it. We even had a plan, if worse came to worse, I would live with my friend to finish high school. His mom had already cleaned out a room for me, just in case. I thought would be able to make do, I already had acted like a second son. Sadly, that was not going to happen. No, instead the law had to take over and my actual mother had to start acting like a mom.
“Its alright, it would just be a year or so, so he can finish high school.” Janice would say. Thank you.
“No no, he is my son, he should be with family” That was my mom’s response. I saw her once when I was seven. But haven’t seen her since, it was short reunion as well. Her grandfather had passed away leaving her his ranch. Something about too many greedy hands trying t get his fortune, so, he made sure he did everything by the books and left everything to my mom. The only catch was she could not sell the ranch, if she did her money and fortune would be divvied up between the rest of eth family. My father refused to move. He made enough money for us to live off of, and he felt that selling the ranch may have been best. Let some country boy buy it and actually use it. That argument happened when I was four, but I still remember it.
“His marks are great; I just feel uprooting his life would be detrimental to his academics.” I really did adore Janice, single mom who barely made ends meet. She was young too, a true milf. But she was also my best friend’s mom, so I usually kept that thought in the back of my mind. I never really expected to get to the point of getting in bed with her. She treated me like a son.
“Once again, I understand, but I am his mother and I should be looking after him.”
Where in the hell was that motherly support growing up? No, you were just a woman trying to ruin my life. It sucked being Seventeen. I didn’t care about a ranch, hell I didn’t care about horses or pigs or whatever the fuck they had on said ranch. I was a city boy, aside from the park I barely ever saw grass. But instead, I was going to be uprooted and moving to my great grandfather’s ranch. My life really could not get worse.
“How about just letting him finish school”
“How about you let me do what is best for my son”
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Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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I love to read erotic stories, usually I look on google but I now found a directory with the best erotic porn sites https://besteroticpornsites.com/ and there is a nice list of story sites also to read and to listen.

I’ve revised my previous forward, thinking it was a bit condescending and flippant. I’m used to other chans that don’t much respect author’s work, and I’m kind of protective of this particular piece, since it’s the true account of my and my sister’s life.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of every word, since we’re talking a span of 60 years. I’ve colored in some of the fading black-and-white photos of my memories with what I’m sure is more witty repartee than we could have produced as children, and sharpened a few outlines here and there. But the experiences we went through are as vivid to me as if it was yesterday, and are portrayed exactly as they occurred. Believe it or not.

For those to whom it matters, I will be discussing sex between half siblings, beginning at about age 10 and 8 years and extending through adolescence and onward.

I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Part 1 now. Working on Part 2+. Please give feedback.
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Year: 2085
Location: San Bernadino, California, USA
Background information: Thought the Human Genome Project completed it's first draft in 2003, it wasn't until 2055 until it's usefulness was unlocked. From there, the concept of the "cafeteria child", a child created by picking out different qualities like hair color, eye color, and genetic predisposition, was finally within grasp. 30 years later, the concept is still being studied, though there is progress. The San Bernadio Science Institute is making the fastest project, but few know why they are leaps and bounds ahead of similar labs around the world.

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Regardless of what anybody tells you, having a STEM degree, even a masters, even one from Pepperdine University, doesn't make job hunting suck less. My name is Jesse, I have a masters in genetics, I'm 26 years old, and today's my first day at The San Bernadino Science Institution in California. After 6 months of working for scrap, I'd finally made it into the big leagues. I was stoked to work at SBSI, it was the most difficult research lab to get into. Even the application requires a blood sample, but I guess they want to map your DNA by the time you get on-board.

I took the train into the city, and from there a bus to their main offices. The modest 5-story building in the heart of the city is a facade, the true labs are 1500 feet below the surface. I walked into the office, and was greeted by the secretary. After showing her my papers, she led me upstairs to human resources.

There I was greeted by a thin Latino woman and a tall white male, both behind a large desk. I shook their hands and they offered me a seat in front of the desk.

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So I've been writing some /elit/ type material on my own for a while now, but most of it sucks and I wouldn't wanna post without some work. Are there any good resources for writing this type of thing?

I've tried using general purpose resources (like thesaurus.com, ebooks on writing novels and other shit) but they're ill-suited for finding good synonyms for words more commonly used in erotica or writing stories that are structured in a completely different way.

Just wondering if you guys had anything you've used or could recommend? Plz & Thx

This is the only 7chan board i frequent. but i need more, do any of you have any suggestion about alternative sites with content like /elit/, im disappointed with what ive been able to find.

I’ve never posted an erotic story before, so I apologise if this is amateurish. Any constructive criticism welcomed. If this is well received, I am part way through a more ambitious story that I can post. Enjoy (I hope):

I'd left the house to take Tilly, our Pomeranian dog for a walk. I went out most days; one of the few times that I got out of the house during these trying covid-19 days.

It was a few minutes walk to the local park. This was during the summer of lockdown and the weather was warm and sunny. The exercise was good for me, but Tilly loved it! It was less a park than a large field with two football pitches marked out for local children's teams. Nevertheless, it was pleasant to walk around as there was a wide border with trees along one side and a children's playground, which has never been better used than it is now, following easing of the Coronavirus restrictions.

When we arrived at the park, as usual on a warm summer's day following lockdown, it was quite busy. I could see a number of people walking dogs and the playground was busy with families and laughing children. With schools out young people had also taken to gathering in small groups around the field. I would often see young couples canoodling in the bushes; once, I think, a teenager with his hand up his girlfriend's skirt.

Am I alone in this, but I do have voyeuristic tendencies? I don't mean that I’m a peeping tom, using binoculars, peering through people's windows and so forth. However, I do find it exciting if I see something I’m not supposed to. For example, when you see unexpectedly up a girl's skirt. I was walking along the street once, admiring a very pretty girl cycling towards me, when a strong gust of wind blew her skirt right up to her chest. She was wearing white cotton panties and the sight of her plump pussy from close quarters, made more prominent by the pressure of the saddle and moving in time to her pedalling, gave me an almost instant erection!

On this particular occasion, as I walked around the edge of the field, I passed two girls. I’m not very good with ages of teenagers and young people, but one sitting cross legged may have been around 13 or so. She was quite pretty, with mid dark hair, but wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts. The other girl caught my attention though as she was lying face down, with her dark hair spread over her shoulders, propped up on her elbows wearing tight navy blue leggings and sporting a truly spectacular bottom. She could have been anything from 15 to 17 or 18.

I've always been more of a bottom man rather than boobs, so as she was looking away from me, I rather stared at her assets and found the sight so enjoyable that a few minutes later I doubled back for another look.

This time she was sitting up, displaying lovely boobs in a tightish red tank top; not large, but beaut Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

If there’s anything in life that has any sort of permanence for the average person, it’s their family. Who you grow up with, who you share most of your life with, who’s there for you when life is at its most difficult; your family is always the first to come to mind. Unfortunately, for a particular 9-year old boy, family was just another source of stress and his budding self-hatred. Jessie Cooper stepped out into the brisk late-Autumn afternoon breeze, clutching the hem of his tattered old jacket as he surveyed the surrounding area. The schoolyard was completely empty at this point, as school technically ended over 2 hours ago. The young child had fostered a routine; every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday he’d stay after school and perform his assigned duties, which usually involved cleaning out desks or clearing the chalkboard after class was finished. Of course, this usually only took around 20 minutes, the rest of his time was spent in the 2nd story boy’s bathroom reading in an empty stall while he waited for the custodian to make his daily rounds. Jessie despised leaving school on schedule, as it usually involved running into (and subsequently walking home with) his sister Alice.
If there was anyone in Jessie’s life that he could safely and definitively say he hated, it was his sister. She embodied every sickly-sweet, passive-aggressive, and utterly hate-filled feeling one could possibly harbor for another human being, and most of that genuine hate was directed at her younger sibling. Alice was 16, though she easily passed for 20, and somehow wore a near-permanent cocky smirk that occasionally morphed into an almost haunting scowl during her…episodes, as Jessie had taken to calling them. Her long auburn hair mimicked Jessie’s own natural color, spilling over her shoulders and flowing down to the small of her back, though despite her innocuous (and arguably beautiful, not that Jessie would ever admit it aloud) appearance, she was truly awful in most every way imaginable. The young child kept his head low as he swung wide around the parking lot situated to the east of the schoolyard, trying his hardest to avoid being noticed (an impossible task given how barren the rest of the surrounding area was). He hoped that one of the teachers would do their job and make sure that no strange individuals were lingering in the schoolyard before heading home for the day; it made getting home without being spotted much easier. Unfortunately, today just wasn’t his day.
“Hey Jess, you’re pretty late.”
Jessie jumped, quickly turning and staring at (or rather past) the young woman looming over him, that trademark smirk plastered on her face. “I’ve been out here waiting for you for almost an hour, y’know you’re not supposed to be staying after today,” Alice said sweetly, placing a gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder. Jessie continued to stare past the girl, a look of sheer contempt glued to his scarf-concealed coun Message too long. Click here to view the full text.