Shameless Us Aunt Ginger Novels & Stories

my aunt said in a friendly tone she only ever uses when she wants to suck up to someone. “Hello, Mrs. Nelson,” Shaun said with a little wave. “Gosh, it seems like forever since I’ve seen you,” Aunt Lauren said, smiling a little too much to not be weird. That she was ignoring my presence only made it all worse. “Yeah, it has,” Shaun replied, and I sensed he was feeling more than a little awkward. “Please, come in and stay for dinner. The kids would love to see you,” she said, opening the door wider.

“It eaten us fully out of our carrot supply, but we’ve grown fond of it despite that –“ The little girl laughs and swats his hand away. “Marigold!” “Yes, this is Marigold,” Jackson says, smiling at the girl, his voice ringing with clear pride. “Marigold, this is your aunt Juniper.” “Hello, little bunny,” I say, happiness ringing through me as I reach for the little girl and wrinkle my nose. “I’m incredibly interesting and powerful and am sure to be your favorite aunt. Plus, I also love carrots.” “You’re her only aunt,” Jesse says, dry. Marigold smiles at me and leans forward, clearly accepting my invitation for a hug. I gather her up into my arms and hug her close, pressing a kiss to her hai

I sighed for the second time when my aunt called my name and refused to get my butt off her black couch in the living room as I flipped the television from one channel to the next. I had to be grateful for cable, but I rarely watch TV. I pressed the remote I was holding, returning to the star movies where The Scorpion King was showing. "Kate, I said get dressed." Aunt Hilda placed her hands on her hips and gave me the 'aunt glare.' Aunt glare was a common glare that only an aunt could give, mostly a stare matched with a patient glower. I breathed another sigh and finally dropped my feet on the gray carpet, which surrounded only the center table and the black couch until the television set.

Some tall, brown skinned hunk currently has my middle aged aunt spread eagle on the table, her head thrown back and her mouth half open in wild pleasure while he pumps his extra-sized cock into her over and over again. I have no idea when my bag slips from my hand, but it does. And the “thunk!” sound it makes as it clatters to the floor pierces the air like a siren. “Aunt Ophelia! What the hell is going on here?!” *** THIRTY MINUTES AFTER BEING CAUGHT RED-HANDED… The atmosphere is strangely silent and awkward. My aunt and I are currently seated on the patio. My choice, because I wanted to be as far away from the scene of her… wild exhibitions, as possible.

For the first time, I noticed that she seemed lonely and just looking for some attention. I wanted to lighten the mood, so I said, "Well, contrary to what you believe, I'm enjoying the thought of you being topless. How about we start at six? That way, we can still N*****x and chill." Aunty looked at me, attempting a somewhat angry face as I was laughing at my own comments. Of course, my aunt couldn't lose the battle of shit-talking, "You think you are funny? Are you sure you want to antagonize a woman who hasn't gotten laid in fifteen years?"

I said, making sure to add my surname in case it was important in any way. They looked at each other as the man who bumped into me paced slowly towards me, staring down at me. He was quite tall, his shoulders hovering around me, but not compared to Ryder, and he wasn't as scary as Ryder was. "You, you..." he kept muttering. "I am Elder Vane. Elder Vane, one of Moon River's oldest, most traditional pack councilors," he explained. I shrugged. "Okay," I said, hoping he would finally let me go, but I noticed the way he glared at me like I was death, stopping me from moving.

Ginger began to tear up and tried to bring Gabriel out of the house but was blocked by a man. "You're not going anywhere until we come to an agreement!" She was furious. "Can't you see that Gabe is hurt? I need to take him to a doctor! Fuck off!" "He's not going to die or anything. Like I said, you're not going anywhere until we come to an agreement with the house!" She pursed her lips and glared at the middle-aged man before her. The man was Harrison Strand, her uncle. He had a bad relationship with Ginger's parents, and the two families rarely interacted.

"Your bag looks heavy. Let me carry it for you." Before I could refuse, she'd already taken my suitcase in her quick hands. Smiling, she linked her arm through mine and guided me outside. Along the way, she chatted lightly about funny memories she shared with Noah. We only stopped when we reached the trash bin. "Noah seems cold, but he's soft-hearted. So soft he couldn't even turn away his foster sister's advances." She pointed at the photos in the trash, her smile curdling into a sneer. "Elena… you're not the type to seduce your own brother, are you?"

His grip on Aunt Zoe's hand slipped. "What did you say?" Uncle Adam couldn't sit still anymore. He slammed his cutlery down and snapped at me, "Hannah Burton! Are you out of your mind? How dare you say something like that?" Aunt Zoe screamed like a lunatic, "Hannah! I'll rip your mouth apart! Honey, don't believe her. This brat is just jealous because our family is doing well!" Their panic erased my fear, replacing it with an odd sense of excitement.

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.