Creepy Uncle Porn Novels & Stories

“You’ve gone mad.” “No,” I said quietly. “I’ve woken up. The Great Mother gave me another chance. And this time, I see everything clearly.” I could still feel the phantom warmth of Soren’s arm around my shoulders yesterday, the way he ruffled my hair and called me cute. Caspian’s tired but fond sigh. The teasing heat in Julian’s — no, the analytical one’s — whisper against my ear. Their affection felt real. And that terrified me more than any beating ever had.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

after about an hour i realized my underwear was also in the hamper my face grew red,i sprung up and searched for the laundry room after walking around for like 10min ,i heard a low humming sound that sounded like a washing machine i smiled in victory,but as i got closer i started hearing grunts and whispered cuss words,my curiousity got the best of me,i slowly tip toed to the door,thank god these werent squeaky tiles,i got to the door and it was slightly ajar,i hid my body well before poking my head in. my body froze at the sight,uncle was shirtless,and his short wear down on his ankles,he held my panties to his nose sniffing my days perspiration and scent from my underwear,his other hand st

Blushing heavily, I wrapped the bedsheet around myself, clearing my throat. His eyes traveled to my face, calming down when he saw his flustered I was. “I’ll take my leave now.” I nodded and waited for him to leave before I let out a silent scream. I did not expect him to see me like that and I definitely didn’t expect him to react like that. “Who was that? Ben?” Carol’s voice reminded me that she was still on the line with me. I didn’t want to lie but I couldn’t tell her that it was his uncle and he just saw me half naked before I wasn’t wearing pants in a room that was technically his but lent it to me. “Yes.”

The pleasurable experience was out of this world. The old son of the bitch had a big cock. Veins run thereon when it is erect. And he had a healthy cum load. The kind that would not fall short from painting every inch of the vagina white. On the other end, she was alive to some serious facts. No matter how sweet and engrossing it was, it was wrong to be intimate with Corinth. How could she, even? On the first day? With the Ex's uncle? Dirty whore: She addressed herself in a thought.

“Is this Ava?” I blinked. Apparently even relatives I’d never met knew who I was. “Yes,” Adrian said. Aunt Margaret looked delighted, she swatted his arm before she turned to me. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are much prettier than he described.” My eyebrows lifted. Beside me, Adrian groaned. “I didn’t describe her.” Aunt Margaret immediately looked pleased with herself. “Exactly my point.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “Please don’t encourage her,” Adrian muttered. “What? I didn’t know you told your Aunt about me” I knew she was joking, but I teased him anyway.

“I even started wearing shorter skirts around the house just to tempt you… hoping you’d finally notice and take what’s yours.” He leaned in close, teeth grazing my neck as he thrust deeper, his heavy balls slapping against my swollen clit with every brutal stroke. “Fuck, baby girl… that’s my naughty little niece,” he groaned, rewarding my confession with even harder, faster pumps that left me shaking and dripping. I was completely lost in him—body pressed to the wall, pussy stretched wide around my uncle’s cock, confessing every filthy secret while he claimed me exactly the way I had dreamed about for years.

he ordered. I whimpered, knowing it might be impossible but still answered. “Yes sir—” He added a third finger, stretching me, going in and out in such fast motion that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Pressure built quickly and brutally. My thighs started shaking. “Please—sir, I can’t—” “You can. And you will hold it.” He lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked hard at the same moment his fingers drove deep and rubbed mercilessly.

The myth of who he was and what he could do. I turned around in bed, the sheets tangled at my feet. Scenes from dinner replayed in my mind. Dante’s smirk, the way his eyes lingered on me and the moment our skins touched. I closed my eyes briefly. I should not be feeling this way. He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man.

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"