Step Uncle Novels & Stories

Soon daddy showed up in the doorway and spoke back to his guest. “Leave your clothes in the living room. We’ll be waiting for you in the master bedroom.” He smiled at me as he walked in and sat down in his recliner. “Showtime, Stephie,” he whispered to me. “Are you ready to be fucked?” I nodded at him and stared expectantly at the doorway. I gasped with surprise as I recognized the man who walked in, jerking his semi-erect meat. “Uncle Fred!” My uncle walked up to the bedside and smiled at me. “Yes, Steph,” he said. “When I heard that your dad was having you fucked I insisted on having a piece of you. Fortunately my friend who’d booked you for today didn’t mind sharing.”

I kept my expression exactly where I needed it to be. Matthias Thorne. My step-uncle by the specific technicality of a marriage that had tangled his family tree with mine two decades ago. Forty years old. Dark-haired and relentlessly composed, the kind of man who never raised his voice because he had never needed to, who walked into rooms and immediately became the fixed point everything else oriented around. A billionaire with three companies to his name and a sustainable energy project that every financial publication worth reading had been breathlessly covering for months.

STEP UNCLE'S SECRET WEEKEND I pulled up to the sprawling Harrington estate, my heart already hammering against my ribs. The ivy-covered mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, white tents dotting the lawn for Uncle Marcus’s wedding weekend. Marcus was my step-uncle Mom’s second husband’s younger brother but the real reason my stomach twisted with nervous excitement was their older brother, Julian, my other step uncle.

He wore no formal Alpha’s finery as a rogue leader, just a black shirt rolled to the elbows, scars crawling up his forearms like forgotten no stories. He spoke first. “Nice to see you all grown up, Steph. Uncle Sirhan hasn’t seen you since you were a pup.” I blinked. Then blinked twice. Then burst out, “Uncle?” He and Mom chuckled. “Busy with rebellion,” he boomed, eyes crinkling at the edges with a wicked, wolfish grin. More whiplash. Yet my heart bloomed with the realization: I had family.

He isn't wearing his jacket anymore; his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his expression is so cold it could turn the air to liquid. "Uncle?" Deckard stammers, his hand finally dropping from my hair. I stumble back, clutching my head, my heart racing a mile a minute. He looks between me and Owen, his brain clearly struggling to process the image of the most feared man in the country standing in his wife's messy living room. Then, a slow, ugly realization dawns on his face, and he lets out a hysterical laugh. "I don't believe it," he says, gesturing wildly at Owen. "So that’s the play? First the director, and now my own uncle? Tell me, Sydney, are you having sex with him too? Is

They only have two sons which is my Dad and and my Uncle Willie, I really love my grandparents to be honest(both sides), I think they are the ones who is always there for me, I don't know what I'll do if they're not around anymore. When the service is done, each family has different tables depending on the numbers of the members. There will be a feast and meeting after so they told us to stay. I sat in the center of grandma and grandpa so that I can avoid my younger brothers. My family call me Junior of course I have the same name with my father. Fact, my father didn't put Sr. on the end of his last name, you'll know soon. "So....Junior, how's Cambridge? Still have those monstrous professor

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 gave him a tight hug and let go of him. ''You made it despite the short notice.'' I muttered, shocked. '' I booked a flight the moment I got your message. You know I can't say no to my favorite nephew, especially in times like this.'' He said and gently tapped my head like mother would always do. Uncle Stephen was the twin brother of mother, he was the alpha of the Forest wolf pack which is located in France. He wasn't just my uncle, but he was also my godfather who I shared all my secrets with, and the only person who was aware that Mia was my mate. I told him few weeks after finding out, but I never told him the truth about mom's death because I didn't want hell to let loose, I wanted to

Stephany took out her phone and after making sure she was alone and possibly off camera radar, she dialled a number and placed it on her ears as it rang. "And what do I owe this niece of mine to be called at this hour?" Came a raspy voice from the other side. "Uncle Jim," Stephany called. "Wo wo wo! What is it? It's been long since you were in that position. Who and how can I beat that scumbag's heart outta his lungs?" The other side was her uncle. Stephany had stayed with him and was the one her as Stella was using his surname. He was sleeping after his nightshift and due to the sleep his voice sounded raspy.

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.