The Incest Meme

[inthefamily]

the incest meme

incest; noun — sexual intercourse between closely related persons.

It's no secret that in most modern societies, incest is frowned upon these days. "Keeping it in the family" is no longer a necessity, as people can travel freely and go many places to meet potential mates. Of course, that's not always the case. In some cultures, incest is allowed as long as it's not too close of a relationship; Japan, for instance, permits first cousins to be married, as do many other countries. In addition, incest was often practiced in the past, both for convenience. Still, today, it's mostly taboo, though some continue to partake because of circumstance or other factors.

And, as you all know, we love breaking a good taboo AND we can make quite a lot of...factors.

We're providing them today, everything from the setting to the relatives. But you don't have a living relative, or the person you're stuck with isn't related to you! No problem. Aren't they really related to you? We'll make you believe that, at any rate. There's lots of varieties, too, so it's something the whole family can get in on.

1. Siblings
2. Parent/child
3. Cousins
4. Aunts or uncles/nieces or nephews
5. Adopted/Step

Where is all this taking place? It's your lucky day! You'll have a lot of options to "choose" from.

1. Modern suburbia
2. Medieval times
3. Fantasy kingdom
4. 1700s-1800s
5. Victorian era
6. The future
7. Wildcard

With all that in your very own family tree, who needs to climb up another one? Maybe it's an unrequited, one-sided love or a mutual attraction. While you may be hesitant or regretful at first (they don't call it the forbidden fruit for nothing), there's something that will turn the tables towards a little more than familial.

HOW TO PLAY:

-Comment with your characters, preferences, yadda yadda.
-Blank comments are fine, though given the nature of the post, you might want to list specifically what you want and don't want. IE:

Suzy Q | A canon | F/M
(No parent child. Especially interested in big brother/little sister.)

You can also use the always handy form:
<b>Character Name:</b> Your character's name<br /><b>Age:</b> Your characters age.<br /><b>Yes:</b> For kinks.<br /><b>No:</b> For kinks.<br /><b>Personality:</b> Your character's personality. It doesn't have to be long, just a few sentences.<br /><b>Anything Else:</b> Got anything else to add? Add it here!

-Tag each other and have fun! To determine the relationship and scenario, you can use the RNG (roll once for relationship, then again for setting). Or just wing it!]

Comments

[pastelgoth]

[She remains serenely smiling at him through all of this: his obvious surprise at her presence, expected, but the interest—

—not entirely unexpected, but definitely welcome, and she shifts, leans forward slightly, tilting her head in curiosity. He's tall, taller than Dave, and she's a fan of the sideburns.]

Please. Call me Rose.

[The way she crosses one leg over the other is calculated, but dripping with feigned nonchalance. It's a game she likes to play—how obvious can she be about how subtle she is?]

I have to say, there's quite a lot you can do for me. After everything Dave's told me about you, well. I had to find out for myself what you're like.

[She's so much younger than him, and, shit, he's technically, in whatever weird way, her dad, even if he didn't raise her like a dad would, but the mere idea of how verboten this all is...it's thrilling.]

[puppetcrumpet]

[Rose was the most intelligent one of Dave's friends. He knew that she knew that Dave was gone, so it was only logical to assume that she was here to see him. Now the why of it was a mystery, until now.

He was a guy, had a beautiful, young person in his apartment. There was no way he was going to let the opportunity pass him by. He glanced at her legs as she crossed them, she definitely had nice legs and knew how to draw attention to them]

And what sorts of things has Dave told you, Rose? [he moves towards her again, and by the time he's saying her name, in a lower, slower voice than normal, he's leaning over her. Close enough, that she can probably see his eyes even through the dark shades]

[pastelgoth]

[She doesn't shy away when he draws closer, but instead takes the time to study him, the muscles under that tight polo shirt, hands capable and likely pretty callused under those leather gloves from sword use—

she thinks she'd like him to keep those on

—and when he voices his question, she merely widens her smile, still as serene and unhassled as can be. She's good at making her face look the way she wants it to.]

He told me you have very interesting tastes, sexually speaking. I couldn't help but investigate on my own. [Rose tilts her chin up and looks at his shades, past his shades, and she smirks.]

And the internet is so impersonal, don't you think?

[puppetcrumpet]

[oh you're less innocent than you're trying to look. It doesn't fool him for a moment, but it is rather cute]

Quite impersonal. There are so many things you can't do with the internet between ya. Like this. [he moves his hand drawing it up her arm, slowly and lightly]

[pastelgoth]

[She tries hard not to react when he touches her, but it raises goosebumps on her skin, almost translucent in its whiteness. This is going right according to plan so far, and Rose does so love when things go according to plan. She blinks up at him with lavender eyes wide.]

Interesting. Dave didn't seem to think you'd be so receptive to my advances.

[puppetcrumpet]

Dave doesn't know everything about me.

[bingo, that was all the confirmation he needed]

What should I do with you, Lil Lady? How should I prove Dave wrong in this instance?

[pastelgoth]

[She squirms pleasantly in her seat, lids lowering in an eighteen-year old girl's approximation of seduction.]

Anything you want. I do so love to prove him wrong.

[She uncrosses her legs again, giving him just a peek of her panties underneath her skirt: orange and white stripes, and there's no bones about it: it was on purpose.]

[puppetcrumpet]

Should give you a spanking, Temptress.

[he drops his hand to her skirt, grasping just above her knee before kissing her]

[pastelgoth]

Ooh. [She doesn't have time to say much more, because he's kissing her. And, yes, she definitely likes him calling her names like that. She leaves one arm at her side, propping her up, but her right hand finds his shoulder, and she kisses him back earnestly. The muscles of her thigh flex lightly under his hand, and then she begins to lean backward, pulling him with her.]

I probably deserve it. [And it's oddly appropriate, considering their genetic relation.]

[puppetcrumpet]

[a genetic relation he doesn't know about, though he often suspected there were odd things about Dave and his friends. He shifts her leg slightly as he leans down with her]

You deserve a lot of things. [he doesn't elaborate, but he's definitely getting aroused. Dave might have thought Bro was 100 percent gay, but that wouldn't be ironic at all, so it was more like 98 percent. One percent ironic heterosexuality, the other one percent sincere heterosexuality. Rose, was falling right into that two percent, and he wasn't sure which side, yet]

[pastelgoth]

[She falls back, head hitting the bed softly as she pulls him into her—as much as she can when he's so much bigger than her, anyway. She likes his solidness, all muscle and lean flesh. Her hands move to his ass, boldly gripping and pulling his hips into hers. Between kisses, she laughs slyly.]

Please. I love specifics.

[puppetcrumpet]

[such a petite woman. Well, normal guys might not consider her petite, but he was a bit taller than most]

You're one of those ladies that like talk. [he pulls his hat off, storing it away quickly, there's nothing more annoying than a perfectly good hat getting crumpled]

[pastelgoth]

[Rose grins up at him, and the look she gives him is wry. She can appreciate witty banter in the bedroom.]

Maybe. Are you the strong, silent type?

[She can appreciate that, she supposes. Her hands slide into the back pockets of his pants.]

[puppetcrumpet]

When I'm in the act. Actions speak louder than words and all that.

[he lifts away a little, leaning up only enough that he can get his hand between them and casually drag it over her sternum through her shirt]

[pastelgoth]

[She arches up into his hand, making a quiet mewl.]

Mm—I can admire that. I'd like more of the same.

[puppetcrumpet]

[he moves his hand back down her sternum and then slides it around her waist and under back. Then back round again]

You must be awfully warm in that shirt right now.

[pastelgoth]

[Her breathing is getting slower, more drawn out. She looks up at him with a raised eyebrow.]

You ought to remedy the situation, then.

[puppetcrumpet]

Perhaps I will.

[he moves his hands around, looking for any hidden fastenings on the shirt. He doesn't want to tear it or snap a button off. Though he could fix it if he did]

[pastelgoth]

[She's obviously growing a little impatient, her cheeks flushed pink as she squirms slightly beneath him.]

Tease.

[puppetcrumpet]

[his hands stop for a moment and then move faster than the eye can follow, removing her shirt in very few movements. And look it managed to get folded neatly and set on the end of the bed]

Really?

[pastelgoth]

I stand corrected. But I still don't think you're anywhere near enough to fucking me.

[She can be blunt, if she needs to. She doesn't have to cloak everything in a thousand layers of snarky horseshit.]