1. Dominated by My Cousin


    Date: 5/13/2018, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Blackmail, BDSM, Coercion, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Extreme, First Time, Hardcore, Incest, Male Domination, Straight Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Teen, Toys, Violence, First Time, Written by women, Teen, Author: Sexxi Lexxi, Source: sexstories.com

    ---Prologue--- My eighteenth birthday. That’s when everything changed. I had been expecting a quiet evening with my relatives. What I got instead was a night I would never forget. For many reasons. The first of which was the shocking revelation my father had just made. “I-I’m adopted?” I stuttered. I was so shocked I could barely speak. I glanced around at my relatives. None of them spoke. They just stood there, waiting to see how I would react to the news. I glanced at my cousin. He averted his eyes, but I could tell it had nothing to do with guilt or empathy. My cousin had never been a nice man. To be honest, he was kind of a dick. My gaze then travelled to my uncle. Unlike his son, he was a kind, caring man. He gave me a reassuring smile. I moved on to my brother. He refused to look at me, no doubt feeling guilty that he was a member of the family by blood while I was one merely by name. Finally, my eyes landed on my father. He was the one who had revealed my true origins. If anyone could answer the many questions that battled within my head, he could. “What’s going on?” I asked nervously. I wanted them to tell me this was some sort of joke, but their expressions said otherwise. This was real. I was adopted. “I’m sorry,” said my father in a sheepish voice. I had never heard him sound so unsure. He had always been the strong, silent type. “I wanted to tell you,” he continued, “but you mother, the woman that raised you, made me promise to keep it a secret.” He paused at the ...
    memory of his deceased wife. She has passed six years ago. “She didn’t want you to feel like you didn’t belong. You are a member of this family, no matter what.” I desperately wanted to believe my father, yet there was something that didn’t add up. “Why did you tell me?” I asked. He had made a deathbed promise. Why dishonor his wife’s memory by breaking his word? My father took a sip from the champagne flute he held. Remembering I had one of my own, I quickly drained it. It was a distraction I no longer needed. My relatives did the same. None of us took the time to enjoy it. “It’s complicated,” finally admitted my father. “There’s something about your mother, your birthmother, you should know…” He stopped talking. I assumed he was trying to find the right words to break the news to me. Or so I thought until I looked at him. His lips were still moving. I strained to listen, yet I couldn’t hear a single word he spoke. In fact, I couldn’t hear anything else either. Not the music that had up until moments before filled the air. Not my relatives clearing their throats nervously as my father prepared to shatter my world. I had lost the ability to hear. Then my head started spinning and my vision darkened. That was when I truly started to panic. I struggled to remain upright, but my balance was compromised. I’m not sure how it happened, but one second I was standing up, and the next I was sprawled across the floor. The last thing I saw before passing out was my father’s worried face ...
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