Naughty Jealous Passions
An Incestuous Harem Universe Story
Incestuous Harem:
Clint forms a harem with the women in his family.
Doctor's Incestuous Family:
James has to balance having a naughty relationship with his mother and sister!
Dominating My Older Sister:
Juana wants Clint's help to make her older sister into a sex slave!
Daughter's Slut Training:
Mrs. Umayyah begins training her daughter to be a slut.
Breed Me Big Brother:
Alicia wants to be bred by her big brother Clint!
Twin Sister Delights:
Minako and Kimiko, a pair of virgin twins, have just moved into the neighborhood and caught the attention of the naughty Lee.
Public Incestuous Passion:
Melody helps a sister catch her brother's eye!
Brother's Incestuous Bet:
Sean and his sister Maria make a bet to see who can seduce their mother and father respectively first!
Incestuous Flesh Massaged:
Clint's older sister Zoey and her girlfriend Stefani open a naughty massage parlor.
Incestuous Bedtime Tale:
The incestuous tale of family love.
Daughter's Incestuous Therapy:
Pam works her naughty practice to encourage incest in her patients!
December 17th, 2026 -- Detective Nelson Tucker
I snapped pictures with a telephoto lens, aimed at the targets of my current investigation. From the backseat of our unmarked car, I could see him, Clint Elliston hugging his wife, Pam. He was a tall, young man in his twenties, dark hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He stood before a black SUV. His wife was shorter, a petite, Japanese woman with sleek, black hair.
Beside them stood his "cousin," Melody Samuels. I had my suspicions on the sandy-blonde woman and her true relationship to Clint.
The young man had pissed off people in Sacramento. Powerful people with his rhetoric, his desire to change laws and upend relationships. Bigamy. Incest. He wanted to make both legal in not only California but the entire country.
"Okay, thanks," my partner, Detective Sunny Salvage said, lowering her cell phone. She slipped it into her jacket pocket. She was young to be a detective, only twenty-three, a rising star in Sacramento P.D. She glanced back at me, her round face peering through the gap between the driver and passenger seat. She had a legal pad in hand.
"Your contact at the State Department?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "They have no records of a George Philip Samuels ever applying for a visa. He's not Canadian like it says on Melody's and Leann's birth certificates."
"Still doesn't prove that they're Clint's sisters and not his cousins," I said. I had my suspicion, but in California, first cousins could have sex and even marry. Siblings, even half-siblings, could not. "He could have crossed the border with his driver's license. No one cared back then."
"True," Sunny said. She glanced out at the SUV where our target stood talking with Pam and Melody. "We'll have to catch him with Zoey or Alicia. No getting around him there." Those two were Clint's "official" sisters. The names on the birth certificate's for both women's children were another Canadian they couldn't locate.
I shook my head as Clint climbed into his black SUV, his wife and cousin slipping into the back. "His entire family," I growled. "That's fucked up."
"We'll nail his ass," Sunny said, flashing a vicious grin.
She was young but bloodthirsty. I loved it. I took another picture as my partner started our car. I set my camera down as she backed our car out of the space. We would follow him at a discreet distance. Eventually, he would fuck up.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, set on silence. I pulled it out and swiped the screen, seeing it came from communications. "Detective Tucker."
"Detective Tucker," the cool voice of the communication officer reported, "you have a message. Identification has tracked down the person who took the photo. Texting you the information."
I smiled. "Thanks." I hung up. "New plan. We have a lead."
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June 3rd, 2017 -- Clinton "Clint" Elliston II
The day was warm. I grinned as Zoey arched her eyebrows at me as I led her to this small alcove outside our college. It was by the main HVAC unit, drawing in air to keep the school inside warm or cold. No one came back here.
"We could be doing this inside," said Zoey, my older sister. She was a busty girl with brassy hair, a year older than me.
"You're about to graduate," I said. "We're not going to have much time to have fun outside of school."