Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine Novels & Stories

As I came down from the soul-shattering orgasm, I felt guilty. The feeling I have for my uncle is frowned upon by society. Yet, I can't help the feeling. If loving my uncle can lead me down the path of damnation and denunciation, then, I won't hesitate to walk that line. After all, he's to be blamed. His face, and the gentle way he treated me, made me fall hard for a man I wasn't supposed to have erotic things about; my mother's brother. He's a man whom I shouldn't have developed feelings for.

I was beginning to reach my climax , I could feel it . I ached my back desperately wanting to felt his touch , I was losing my minds going nuts already . I wanted him to, I wanted him so desperately . With each thrust that he gave me , I felt like I was pulling out . “Uncle please”I begged again . My uncle only had a grin on his face , the smile was so deep I could tell that he was proud of himself . When he let his fingers into me again , I hit it , I poured out everything in me while grabbing onto the table desperately .

“Loren?” “I’m just saying, and besides, it will be payback because, guess what?” “Agh…what?” “He’s Jade’s uncle,” she lowered her voice. “What?” "Yes." “You’re kidding.” "No, I’m not.” I knew she wasn’t lying as she was the investigator here; besides strippers, we also had prostitutes, so she was responsible for knowing all the clients here. Well, now I was interested; it would make me feel better to fuck his uncle. Maybe I will send him a picture.

It was wrong. But I spent three nights in a row imagining his grey head between my legs, growling against my skin. I wanted to be ruined by him. I wanted to be the one thing he couldn't control. I was a married woman fantasizing about my husband's uncle like some desperate housewife. Marcus might be a cheating bastard, but at least he acted on his desires. I was just a pathetic woman who lusted after forbidden fruit and called it love. The shame burned through me worse than the alcohol, worse than the betrayal. What kind of wife was I?

Pain wasn't supposed to feel this good but apparently, my pussy loved it too much, it was literally weeping. A dark chuckle accompanied by a deep grunt filled the room as my Uncle pummeled my insides with deep, hard grunts. His veins scraping my inner walls, causing shivers repeatedly. I was high on pleasure having my anal tract ruined, my mouth hung open as a smile spread across my lips. “Fuck me, Uncle. Open my insides up” “Yessss, just like that” I screamed, waves of uncontrollable desires spreading through me. I wanted more… needed more.

Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good. His sinister laughter echoed, and a chill ran down my spine. "He's up to no good, planning something to ruin my life, as he always does." "I have many things for you to do, but I won't act on them because you're my ticket to a new level I crave, just like with Alpha Tristan." My jaw clenched, concealing the hatred coursing through me as I held my hand in a fist behind me. "He doesn't desire a mate after losing his first," he asked calmly, "so what does he want with you now?"

Have them both caught in their own web of lies. What did my uncle promise to her anyway? I don't know what she saw in him, he’s too old for her. Perhaps she is into old dicks and she is after him to compensate for some twisted Daddy issue. It seems very dubious to me that after years of preparations and a formal education to be my Crown Princess she would have chosen that old man over me. But whatever. I was going to fight for her but after the way he fucked her and the way her body reacted to his touch, envy sipped my bones. I want that whore to be my special sex toy, my doll. Once I have her under my thumbed I will lock her and fuck her like the little slut she is in my wedding night to hi

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?

I cut him short, “I get it.” He pulls me in, wrapping his hands around my waist. “Are you jealous?” “No,” I shake my head, “But you were crying so bad tonight.” “Just shut up, and kiss me.” With no resistance, he obeys. His lips melt into mine, and my legs weaken immediately. His hands reach into my dress, and he unclasps my bra. “Fuck it,” I mutter silently. After all these years, I can't believe I am still that girl fucking her sister's fiance.

Everything is both upside down and sideways, and I struggle to find my bedroom in my own house. Shit, I might have overdone it with the bourbon. In the hallway I nervously pace up and down; suddenly, a familiar and tall figure is approaching me. I lose my balance and nearly fall; the man flings out an arm to stop me from falling. My uncle only wears a bathrobe. I touch his body for support, only to find his build is rugged, with brawny arms and sturdy abs. Wow, perfect body. Unable to restrain myself, I run my fingers over his strapping chest and stomach, not bothering to even glance at his face.