Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine Novels & Stories

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.

What does he even have to lose? "Society will degrade me too. But you're right. This is wrong. You're my father's step-brother. We have to stop." What did we ever start? I grip my thighs together. He notices. Of course he does. Even now, I want him. It’s sick. I want to kiss him. To feel him inside me, his fingers, his... Father, have mercy. I’ve prayed it away. Fasted it away. But the hunger for him always returns. What kind of a religious scholar desires her uncle?

Watch her mouth form that word— slow, like a sin sliding off her tongue. And when she bites her lip again? I won’t just imagine it. I’ll devour it. Fingers twitch. Muscles still taut. I could go again. I want to. Hell, I want to ruin her. I want her shaking— lips parted, voice cracking on that word, trembling in my hands like she was made to be there. Uncle… A low chuckle escapes me. Hollow. I’m not just losing control. I’m choosing to.

I felt it suffocating my lungs, digging deeper into my head without mercy and forcing vile thoughts I once bore towards him. Thoughts that never should be. How can a man look this good at this age even when he’s angry? And why on earth is this man my uncle? The way his eyes descended into mine with unparalleled anger made me want him even more. Could he claim me in this hall? Or would that be considered a sacrilege? My fathers portraits were still hanging on opposite ends of the hall. Would he watch as his brother fucks… “Paris!” Vincent’s voice cut through my thoughts. I jerked unintentionally.

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To be used like our little sex toy? We’re gonna give you exactly that. Fuck you so hard you won’t feel your legs for days.” My cock jerked violently at his words, another thick bead of pre-cum welling up and sliding down the shaft. I couldn’t hide how badly I wanted it. “He’s… he’s my uncle,” I whispered, the taboo of it burning my throat even as it made my hole clench around nothing.

I don't know how long my uncle has been fucking me with dad next to me, all I know is that he doesn't get bored screwing my hole over and over again. "I-I'm about to cum, Nicklaus," Uncle said and he suddenly fuck me faster than the speed of light, I can't help but bite my lower lip to suppress myself from moaning. I just let my uncle abuse my hole while I was staring intently at the thing that was bulging hard in between dad's massive legs. Until I could no longer control myself and I felt like I was possessed by the spirit of lust, my hand was trembling as I slowly reached the bulge inside daddy's boxer briefs and I gently caress it.

Do they not care about the shame our marriage will have towards the family name? A shudder runs through my body when I think of my uncle Flynn. Just the thought of him sexually touching me makes me want to vomit. Not only because he is my uncle, but because he is old enough to be my father. “So is Ace.” My inner goddess hums. True. But after having his tongue lick me like melting ice cream, then me riding his finger like a dildo… He makes me feel all hot and flustered. Is this what it feels like to sin, knowing that you're going to end up in hell when your time is up?

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”