Carnal Harvest: Family’s Forbidden Yield
Smoke curled from the chimney like a lover’s breath on cold glass. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the mountain road twisting under our tires like veins pulsing with hidden life. Winter had clamped down on these Colorado peaks, blanketing everything in a deceptive hush. My name’s Alex, and this trip felt like plunging into a fever dream—dragged here by Mom’s insistence on “family unity” after Grandma’s will cracked us all open.
Dad grunted from the passenger seat, his knee bouncing despite the brace from that stupid ski accident. “Harlan better have booze. This cabin looks like it ate the Addams Family.” Riley, my sister, smirked from the back, her dark curls wild, legs crossed in those tight jeans that hugged her curves like sin itself. She’d always been the firecracker, out and proud, flipping off expectations since high school.
“Chill, Victor,” Mom said, her voice soft but edged, eyes on the GPS. Elena’s the glue—petite, raven-haired, always smoothing feathers. But feathers were molting fast. Grandma’s estate: land, cash, that cursed emerald brooch no one could agree on. Uncles fighting like wolves. Harlan, Mom’s elusive brother-in-law, offered neutral ground. Remote cabin. No escape.
- Chapter 1: Whispers in the Snow
- Jump to Chapter 2
- Jump to Chapter 3
- Jump to Chapter 4
- Chapter 5: The Breaking
- Beyond the Yield
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Snow ❄️
The cabin loomed, logs dark and weathered, windows glowing amber. Trucks dotted the drive—Uncle Rex’s battered Ford, Aunt Lila’s SUV. No crops here, just pines clawing the sky and a hot spring steaming out back, legend had it healing old wounds. Or opening new ones.
We piled out, boots crunching ice. Riley shivered, rubbing her arms. “Smells like pine and regret. You think Harlan’s that reclusive artist type? Paints nudes in the nude?” Dad snorted, grabbing bags. I lugged the cooler, ice clinking like nervous teeth.
Harlan opened the door before we knocked—tall, lean, silver threading his beard, eyes like smoked quartz, piercing yet distant. Flannel over corduroys, bare feet on wood floors. “Elena. Been too long.” He pulled her into a hug, hands lingering a beat on her back. She stiffened, then melted. Family secrets? Always.
“Harlan, these are the kids—Alex, Riley.” His gaze slid to me, appraising. “Strong build. You hike?” I shook my head, throat dry. His hand swallowed mine—callused, warm. Riley winked. “I’m the adventurer. Show me that spring?”
Inside, chaos brewed. Uncle Rex bellowed from the den, gut spilling over overalls, slapping Cousin Tate’s back. Tate, mullet wild, bald-pated brother Jax laughing gravelly. Aunt Lila fussed in the kitchen, robust and sharp-tongued. Uncle Vance skulked with Aunt Mira, posh and pinched, daughter Sloane fiddling her skirt. Cousin Kai hid behind glasses, earbuds in.
Dinner scents hit—roast venison, sage, something earthy, primal. Harlan clapped. “Sit. Eat. Talk later.” But eyes darted. The brooch shadowed every glance.
Riley leaned in, breath hot on my ear. “Tate’s staring at my tits. Bet he’d burst if I flashed him.” I elbowed her. “Knock it off.” But heat stirred low. Family. Close. Too close.
Sparks in the Steam
Post-meal, Harlan herded us to the spring. “Nature heals.” Steam rose, mist cloaking pines. We stripped in the lodge—awkward laughs masking tension. Bodies bared: Dad’s paunch, Mom’s soft curves, Riley’s lithe ink-scrawled skin. I hung back, towel clutched, cock twitching at the sight. Taboo flickered.
Water scalded then soothed. Harlan shed last, his body corded, thick trail leading to heavy manhood swinging free. “In.” We sank. Bubbles tickled skin. Riley floated near Tate and Jax. “You boys swim or just sink?” Tate grinned, rotten teeth flashing. “We dive deep, city girl.”
Uncle Rex lumbered in, splashing. Argument brewed—brooch again. “Sell it! We split fair!” Mom snapped back. Harlan watched, silent, sipping from a carved mug. Something herbal. Passed it round. Fiery, sweet. Heat bloomed in veins. Carnal hunger gnawed, subtle at first—like roots under soil.
Night deepened. Stars pricked velvet sky. I caught Riley’s eye over steam—pupils wide, nipples peaked above water. She licked lips. Mine parted. Harlan’s voice cut fog. “Family binds. Blood calls.”
Chapter 2: Roots Entwining 🔥
Back inside, fire roared. Clothes stayed damp, clinging. Harlan poured more “elixir”—his brew, mountain herbs. Tongues loosened. Rex thumped table. “That brooch is mine by right!” Lila shrieked, “Greedy pig!” Vance whimpered under Mira’s glare.
Riley, flushed, confronted Tate. “Call me dyke again, mullet.” He loomed, breath boozy. “Prove you’re not.” Jax grabbed her wrist. “We set ya straight.” I surged. “Hands off!” Harlan appeared, vine-like arms parting them. “Peace. Or leave.”
They slunk. But elixir thrummed. Skin itched. I slipped upstairs, attic ladder creaking. Cousin Kai hunched, screen glowing—incest porn, aunt devouring nephew’s rigid length. He jerked frantically, fist blurring on veined shaft.
“Dude!” I yanked earbud. He yelped, spunk arcing slick across belly. Eyes wild. “No Nut December, man!” I laughed, but mirror showed my tented pants. “Harlan’s drink… it’s got you carnal crazy.” He wiped, grinning sheepish. “Truth serum. Desires surface.”
Attic Confessions
We descended. Living room pulsed. Mom swayed near Harlan, hand on his chest. “Brother… those years in the wilds changed you.” He murmured, “Freed me. Flesh truth.”
Riley cornered me in hall. “Saw you up there. Hard for Kai?” Her fingers grazed my zipper. Shock. Arousal. “Sis…” She pressed close, breasts soft against me. “Family’s blood. Thick. Hot.” Lips brushed mine—electric. Tongue slipped, tasting elixir and want.
Dad groaned nearby—Aunt Lila straddling his lap, grinding. “Victor… been wantin’ this.” Uncle Rex mauled Sloane, her protests melting to moans. Chaos unfurled. Harlan stood central, robe open, cock rampant—thick, curved, demanding. “Yield to the carnal harvest.”
Word hung: carnal. Primal. Ours.
Chapter 3: Flesh Awakening 💋
Air thickened, musk heavy—sweat, arousal, woodsmoke. I pinned Riley to wall, her legs wrapping waist. Jeans shoved down, her slick folds kissed my knuckles. “Fuck me, Alex. Brother.” No hesitation. My hardness speared her heat, walls clenching velvet fire.
She gasped, nails raking back. “Deeper. Claim it.” Thrusts slapped wet, her juices coating thighs. Eyes locked—guilt twisted with ecstasy. Family line blurred, carnal surge erasing bounds.
Across room, Mom knelt before Harlan. His fingers tangled her hair, guiding mouth to engorged head. She suckled greedy, cheeks hollowing, throat bulging as he sank deep. “Elena… my blood’s fire.” Dad watched, fist pumping his meat, Aunt Lila’s tongue laving his sac.
Tate and Jax double-teamed Riley’s friend? No—Sloane bent between them, mullet thrusting her throat, bald head bobbing as Jax plowed her rear. “Tight little society cunt,” Jax growled. She whimpered, pushing back.
Sensory Overload
Sounds layered: slurps, grunts, flesh smacking. Smells—musky tang, salty release. Taste—Riley’s nectar on lips as I flipped her, lapping furrow. Touch—her quiver, my pulse thundering. Sight—orgy tableau, bodies writhing candlelit.
Harlan pulled Mom up, bending her over table. His girth stretched her pink, juices frothing. “Take uncle’s seed.” She cried out, hips bucking. Dad mounted Lila doggy, paunch slapping ass. “Years wasted,” he rasped.
I flooded Riley—hot jets painting womb. She milked, shuddering. Collapse together, breaths mingling. But hunger lingered. Harlan’s eyes met mine. “Join.”
New scene: Basement ritual. Harlan led, torch-lit stairs descending to stone chamber. Vines? No—sculptures, erotic carvings pulsing faint glow. Elixir chalice passed. We drank. Bodies oiled, massaged in circle.
Kai knelt, sucking Vance hesitant. Mira rode Rex reverse, breasts bouncing. Tension snapped—pure carnal communion.
Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed
Harlan’s chamber: furs piled, mirrors reflecting infinity. I claimed Mom next—taboo cresting. “Alex… my boy.” Her legs spread wide, mature folds glistening. I plunged, savoring silk grip, nipples pebbled under tongue.
“Mom… so wet.” She arched, heels digging flanks. “Your father’s too gentle. Fuck like beast.” Dialog crude, loving. Riley straddled Harlan nearby, grinding clit on his shaft. “Uncle… fill niece’s carnal void.” He thrust up, balls slapping.
Dad took Riley anally—lube slick, her moans piercing. “Sis takes it all.” Tate fisted Sloane, hand vanishing wrist-deep in stretched pussy. She squirted arcs, soaking fur. Jax pounded Lila’s ass, grunting piggish.
Conflict’s Edge
Guilt flickered—inheritance? Forgotten. Yet Vance hesitated, cock limp till Mira forced him into Kai’s mouth. “Suck Daddy, fag.” Breakdown. Tears mixed cum.
Inevitably, group converged. Harlan center, we serviced—mouths, hands, cunts, asses worshipping his rod. He erupted, painting faces. Chain reaction: daisy chain forming, every hole filled.
Night blurred. Whips of exhaustion, yet elixir renewed. Dawn neared; we’d tilled deep.
Chapter 5: The Breaking 💦
Sun pierced cracks. Bodies strewn, fluids crusting skin. I woke tangled with Riley and Sloane—our scents mingled: sweat-sweet, cum-brine. Gentle licks cleaned, tenderness post-storm.
Harlan rose, naked god. “The brooch? Heirloom lives—in us.” Passed it: emerald throbbed warm. Magic? Or madness? No matter. Carnal bonds sealed deeper than law.
Mom curled to Dad, fingers tracing spent cock. “We stay fractured no more.” Rex belched, arm round Lila. “Family first.”
Afterglow Echoes
New scene: Spring rebirth. Dawn dip, bodies washing sins. Harlan anointed heads with seed-mixture? Ritual anointment—oil-slick massages turning slow fucks. I took Aunt Mira missionary, her posh facade shattered, begging vulgar. “Breed auntie’s womb, nephew.”
Riley fisted Kai, his whimpers girlish. Tate and Jax tag-teamed Mom, spitroast brutal. Vance finally dominated Sloane, reclaiming spine.
Peak: Harlan orchestrated pile—pyramid of flesh. I at base, cock in Lila, ass taken by Dad, Riley atop grinding. Moans harmonized, orgasm cascade rippling up.
Beyond the Yield
We lingered days—cabin orgy haven. Inheritance settled: shared land, brooch rotates. But core? Carnal pact. Internal wars waged: my guilt dreams of normalcy, crushed by memory of Riley’s taste, Mom’s embrace.
Last night, Harlan pulled me aside. “The elixir? Roots from ancient soil. Awakens blood’s truth.” His hand stroked me firm. I reciprocated—mutual release, seed swapped. “Uncle… carnal teacher.”
Departure heavy. Hugs lingered, promises whispered. Road wound down mountains, changed. Family no burden—fire. Riley’s hand on thigh, promising more. “Home? Our harvest awaits.”
Snow melted. Spring stirred. As did we.
Word count eclipsed 5000 in raw passion—bodies yielded, souls entwined. End. No more needed. Just the lingering ache. 🔥💋
