Oh No The Aunts Are Here Novels & Stories

He grinned as he picked up his suit jacket from the bed. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Agnes murmured sitting up on the bed, she reached for her black gown on the bed and began putting it on. “Zip me up..” She stood before Matt and the latter fondled with her zipper until he got it right. “I wonder what your uncle looks like, do you think he'll like me well enough for you?” Matt scoffed. “You mean Uncle Ryan? The chances of him coming over is very slim. It's almost like stealing the eiffel tower”

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

Please reply if you see my messages! Annie replied apologetically. [Sorry, I was so busy thinking about my aunt and uncle that I forgot to check my message!] Marcus replied within seconds. [It's fine! I was just worried about you. I'm glad you're alright, though! Where are you now?] Annie answered truthfully, [I'm still with my aunt! I'm fine, don't worry!] [Shall I pick you up at noon? Let's have lunch together, just the two of us!]

I groan as she drags me to my bedroom. An hour later, we’re in a bridal shop downtown—Mom, Zara, Brin, Chloe, and all of Mom’s friends we affectionately call “Aunt.” We’ve known them since birth; they practically raised us alongside Mom and Dad. We have champagne and snacks, and everyone’s laughing and chatting as we wait for Brin to change. “Amaija,” Aunt Ken calls. I take a sip of my champagne. “Yes, Aunt Ken?” “I ran into that little boy the other day,” she tells me.

The twins, sensing their mother's worry, exchanged glances and reassured her, "Don't worry, Mom. We'll be careful. It's going to be the best birthday ever!" “I wish Uncle Ares, Aunt Tina, Uncle Steven and Aunt Sandra are here.” “They would all be able to talk to you both tomorrow, I promise.” “Even if they don't, guess who is here?” The kiss turned to the voice and saw Maya. “Your special Aunt Maya.” The kids ran up to her to hug her, “My babies, how are you doing? How are you feeling now?” “Much better Aunt Maya.” They replied. Maya glanced around the whole house and her gaze landed on Natasha, “Oh, the bug.”

He’s one of those small dicked men (thankfully I haven’t actually seen it, it’s just an assumption), with an ugly comb over and a pot belly. So I guess you could say I'll be having a good ol family reunion, queue the eye roll with a note of sarcasm. "Fucking little slut I don't know why the hell he still wants you" my aunt screeches then gives me one last kick to the side before santering off to do what ever snakes do. It has something to do with eating babies or some shit if I remember correctly. But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches.

“You didn’t say you were coming.” Aunt Ava smoothes invisible wrinkles from her dress, lips tightening as she assesses all three of us like she’s gathering data for a board meeting. “The girls aren’t home, so we decided to stop by for a surprise visit,” she says. “And we ended up being the ones surprised,” Uncle Rowan adds, eyeing Noah and me with a suspicious expression. I exhale shakily and force my legs to move. I cross the room to them and hug both, even as my heart slams against my ribs because how the hell am I supposed to explain why I’m here?

She lifted her phone and took another photo, this time of the room, of the crowd, of me standing there like a deer caught in headlights. "Better not keep us waiting," she said, already walking away. My wolf growled. I held her back. The aunts arrived next. Aunt Patricia came in first, shorter and rounder, her arms full of shopping bags. "I brought presents!" she announced loudly. "For the happy couple! Where is she? Where's our bride?" Aunt Margaret followed behind, wringing her hands and looking nervous. "The traffic was terrible," she said. "I hope we're not late. Are we late? I told Patricia we should leave earlier, but she said—"

“Yeah, already off to New Zealand. She's going to call us once she's fully settled." “I don't know what I'm feeling like; I think I'm missing her already,” Nathan said with a sad face too. "Yeah, me too.” Isabella joined too, her eyebrows dropping. Owen made a tired face and said “I’m not left out, guys.” “Okay, I get it. You all miss your mommy, which is totally understandable. But your mummy, in her wisdom, brought me in here so you won't have to miss her too much, so guess what, kids? Aunty’s got just one job, which is to give you some good dose of fun before she gets back okay, but before that, I need you to promise me just one thing.” she said, lifting her finger.

I retorted. He realized I was not giving in and immediately started apologizing. "Please, for the sake of your unborn kin… "Mandy's seen the error of her ways. Please, make Uncle stop. She can't handle any more stress." Before he could finish, Mandy, in her white dress, stumbled toward us, looking lost and confused. Everyone stared, not sure what to make of her. Sean gently guided her to his side, fixing her disheveled hair. "I told you to stay home. What are you doing here?" he asked softly.