Step Uncle Novels & Stories

I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum. Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair. "He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state." I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless. WTAF!? "Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

I waved my hands to them. " Who are you here with?." Quincy asked me, my mouth open to say my boyfriend, but instead I say. “My stepuncle." Immediately the word left my mouth, I prayed that the ground would open up and swallow me. “Cool, you can join us then, we're bathing and soaking in hot water with hot boys." Tracie said taking my hand and pulling me out. " Wait." I said to protest but I had no explanation as to why I would leave them and go back with my stepuncle, in their minds my step uncle was an old fat man.

Getting hard at the thought of your fucking stepsister, you had better control than this, Alec. I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down before I started walking to the park.

We definitely aren't on the same page. I looked at Mrs. Luke again and the two people besides her, who looked around my age. I scoffed as the wildest ‘what if ’ scenario appeared in my head. No. They can never be my father's children. “You still haven't answered me," I said, nodding, my voice dropping significantly, as if I had just come to my senses. “Who are they, Uncle Roger?" Uncle Roger licked his lower lip, he clicked his tongue disappointedly and sure took his time before he answered. “They're your step-siblings. His name is White and her name is Story," he gestured at the two of them.

Inside, the last people I wanted to see were waiting for us. As soon as they spotted us, they smirked. My uncle, Smith Reigns, and his sons, and my other uncle, Steve Reigns, were my father’s stepsiblings. My grandmother passed away when my dad was only four years old, and my grandfather remarried—marrying their mother. He was a good man, but unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about my step-grandmother. Like her, these two—standing before me—were greedy for money and power. They sought what they didn’t deserve, trying to claim what wasn’t theirs.

Lester did what he was told to do. Then Shyla looked at Lester's eager eyes, stroking her baby bump, and said smilingly "Baby, meet your uncle Lester, he is like a big brother to me and a good friend to your father. In the future, he will be a mentor and good friend to you too. " Lester: "Hi big guy, I'm your uncle Lester, nice to meet you, and I'm eagerly waiting for you to play with me and I want you to join me on my team." he said cheerfully.

her grandmother scolded him, "let's go upstairs." "You haven't experienced it yet, that's why you think like that, uncle," she teased. "You don't know the meaning of love." "I don't want serious relationships, I might age quickly," he replied. "Especially if the girl is like you, it seems like I'll have a headache for life." He immediately jokingly choked his uncle, "It's a good thing no one likes you, you jerk." Demi couldn't stop laughing as she watched the two of them.

Never worth even looking at. Stephano was shocked to the bones. He was never informed that he had an uncle until now. And, why wasn't he informed. And, then it hit him. “He was?... He's dead?” “We don't know. He disappeared without a trace years ago.” Mason had now taken back his seat looking a little puzzled. “Well he doesn't look like he died all those years ago. This picture is just over ten years old dad!” Stephano informed and Mason looked at Sierra.

a familiar voice said and I whipped around to see my husband-to-be striding towards us. My eyes widened. What was he doing here? I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Grandma walking towards us. “Oh Shirley dear, you're here.” Grandma Yvonne sent me a polite smile then turned to Jackson. She froze before the biggest smile took over her face. “Jackson? Is that you?” “Hello mother,” he whispered with a smile of his own. “Now can someone explain why my fiancé is being harassed like this?” Mother? Nephew?