Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine Novels & Stories

“I deserve to die, for everything I did to you. I have sinned many times, and the greatest sin of all has been you. Forgive me, Chiara.” I shake my head frantically and get ready to beckon before he speaks further. "But my uncle killed people dear to you when you were just a child, and I have their blood. It makes sense that you would hate me, that you would want me to die with him and…” “I couldn't live if you died” he cuts me off, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply in his throat, as if he's having trouble breathing, as if he's in pain, like me. “I can't live without you.”

One wrong moan and everything would explode. I lay in bed in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties, my body already aching for him again. The corruption was spreading fast. Just two days with my uncle and I was ruined—craving his massive cock like a drug. My ex’s words were a distant joke now. I wasn’t dry. I was a dripping, cock-hungry niece who needed Daddy to fill every hole.

The title made my blood boil: "Diego Mendoza: My Uncle Destroyed My Marriage!" I pressed the play button with trembling hands. Diego sat in the studio with a fake sad expression. Beside him, Isabella sat gracefully, occasionally stroking his arm as if comforting him. "I don't know what else to say. I've lost the wife I loved because of my own uncle's actions. Julian Mendoza, my uncle, has destroyed my marriage." The journalist nodded sympathetically. "Can you tell us more details, Mr. Diego?"

My heart sank as i looked at him. “Yes, I deserve to know.” Mateo’s anger surged, and he slammed his fist against the wall, the sound reverberating through the room. “It’s because of him!” he yelled, his voice raw with emotion. “ Your precious husband, my uncle, is the reason you’re here!” My eyes widened in shock, confusion marring my features. I didn’t know what he was talking about. How was Dominic the reason behind all of this. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice shaking.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

And that complicates things more. I know he is doing this to trigger me, and he succeeds at it. He triggers me. At the thought of her, her extraordinary beauty, and her innocence. And then the thought of her having sex with my uncle. Jealousness continues to build in me nonstop. I seriously want to kill my uncle at this very moment. Fuck… What is wrong with me? My uncle stands up and walks across to me, sitting at the table in front of me. “I didn't touch her,” he announces. And then he smiles as if aware of the jealousy that I am fighting to stop creeping up my mind.

I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to do something really bad and unholy to my leaking pussy. I snapped back to reality when I heard my uncle call my name. By then, he was fully dressed. Wait, did he strip naked in front of me? I wondered. I must have been too distracted to notice. He offered to show me to my room, but I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'll stay in your room tonight, and that's final." Softening my voice, I added, " Don’t you miss me, Uncle Aiden?" I wanted to play on his emotions, to get him to let me stay.

I wish I had known the true extent of his vile nature from the beginning. My uncle might be the only one to make me feel lost my control when it comes to having sexual desires but he is the most dangerous one i come across. When I am on my knees for him, I have this strong desire to make him reach to his climax and call me his good little girl. When he shows his dominant side to me, I find myself surrendering to him, completely throwing myself in his arms.

My fucking uncle! My nightmare, the monster I loath with all my heart, the man who took my purity, the dog that deflowered me in the cruellest way and kept on abusing me sexually over and over again and again, turns out to be my uncle? That's the height of this and it's choking me! I wish there was a way I can evade him for the rest of my miserable life, or at least for as long as this guilt permits me to live, but at this point, with everything that is shrouding me, I don't think I even have the right to wish for anything.

“He was so handsome, Father. Tall… strong. I sat next to him at the bus station and I told him how hot he was. I kissed him. I even tried to touch him… down there. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he felt… the way he tasted. I know it’s wrong, but I keep imagining what would have happened if he didn’t stop me.” Adrian’s breathing became heavier. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His body was reacting against his will as she described everything in detail. He knew exactly who she was talking about. Because it was him. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady and professional. “My child… These are serious temptations. You must pray for