The Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"As much as I'm sure you'll like the taste of my pussy. It's payback time Uncle Greg, now I get to cum in your mouth." She lay down on the bed and parted her legs wide, showing off her dripping red folds. Her uncle admired the view and grinned as he climbed up on the bed and dove in. With his tongue stretched out he ran it across her entire pussy, lapping up all the juices that had escaped so far. "What a sweet little pussy," he smiled at his niece who was kneading her tits and tweaking her nipples. "It tastes so sweet and innocent and yet you're such a dirty little slut."

“I don't know if Benedict James lost his memory or was too easygoing. When my uncle felt the saddest Benedict James appeared again.” "Saddest?" “You also know that my uncle was born without the love of both parents. Many times my uncle's mother was rejected by my father, cold, she always caused an obsession for my uncle." "Obsess?" “She would start drinking every night, after waiting for my uncle to come back, she would start doing lewd and lewd things with my uncle even though she knew that my uncle was her son. Every time, my uncle would go out to smoke. Until my uncle found a very beautiful place, a very peaceful place, through that position, he could see the whole sky at night or sunset,

With all my love and hope, Your uncle Ben.

My uncle was a fine specimen of a man. Not wanting to listen to them change positions and go at it again, I quietly trudged to my room, the sounds of their coupling accompanying me. Climbing up the stairs, I made it to my room and shut the door behind me, lying down on the bed. My pussy still throbbed but no amount of self pleasure will ever be the same as the real thing, and that was unattainable as my uncle was out of reach.

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

Why do I feel like a cheating husband being interrogated by his strict wife? "This is my..." "Hello beautiful lady." My uncle pushed me aside and took her hand, then kissed her hand. "I am Alpha Gerald, but you can call me Gerald. You are the most beautiful living thing I have seen in years." This made me cough, why would my uncle be flattering my mate anyway? She's mine. My uncle and his exaggeration. Beautiful? Definitely but not the most beautiful. You have to be beautiful inside and out but she's... I won't say more because she is already glaring at me.

Chris, this is Penny. Penny Darling, this is my brother Christopher. I see how the formalities evaluate me from head to toe before sliding an amused smile onto his face. What a beauty they have achieved. I feel myself blushing again and Oscar with a grip on my waist pulls my body to collide with his while they laugh and greet their uncle. Let me introduce you to Scarlet, the wife of Uncle Christopher, who is seven months pregnant and we are waiting for the beautiful child, and although I can't get them to tell me his or her name.

He had never done that, but still, deep down inside me, I hoped and expected him to. “Her grades are bad, her facial appearance is poor, she has no luck in getting a job and she's nothing but a burden to everyone around her. Is having a baby a big problem?” My aunt joined. She and her family raised me after I lost my whole family in a fire accident.

Quentin, eyes still on me, gave Shane the tiniest nod back. Shane and I stepped off to a quiet corner. He jumped in first. "Mirelle, is this thing with Uncle Quentin just to mess with me? You hit the bridal shop the same day I did, and now you're getting married today too? That's not a coincidence." I sighed. It actually was. He let out a sharp laugh. "You really planned this. Even faked a marriage cert. Well, congrats—you got under my skin. I can't stand the thought of you with someone else. Even if it's my uncle."