Uncle And Niece Incest Novels & Stories

Did it mean she never really cheated on me? “No one could believe me; we talked about this, Jess.” “And the betrayal; you made me ask my husband for a divorce only for you to betray me; oh yes, how is your baby?” “Jess, please. I’m sorry.” Was all my nephew said, scratching his head. I couldn’t watch this from a distance any longer, so I walked in. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Uncle, oh, I’m just here to check on… check on Jess.” He turned awkwardly, pulling away from my wife.

“Watch your niece fuck you senseless.” I sank down slowly, savoring the fullness. “Mmm, still so hard inside me. Feel how full your niece is?” I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against him. Uncle Richard’s hands gripped my thighs, eyes locked on where we joined. “Fuck, Nora. You’re incredible. So tight, so eager.” He thrust up to meet me, hands moving to my breasts, pinching nipples until I whimpered. “Bounce on it, baby. Show me how bad you want your uncle’s cock.”

“He… he actually tried to hit on you! After our old grandpa literally kicked your doors down!” Every time I looked at the coffin of Aquila,the grand ‘gift’ my uncle had presented like a bouquet of flowers—I lost it all over again. The sisters were vibrating with ancient rage, but they were completely powerless against the one thing they couldn’t fight: two teenage girls who had officially lost their minds. I finally wiped my tears, then I heard my uncle snorting. “Hey kids, I’m not that bad at flirting you know. I still got it,” he said, puffing out his chest. “If given more time, I’m sure Ennoia…”

Camille added, loud enough for people to hear. Murmurs suddenly filled the hall. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to further humiliate me. "If you hadn't already married my uncle, I would have considered making you my concubine at least. . ." He paused as he allowed his words to sink. "How unlucky you are." That was another slap to my face. He disrespected my status as his uncle's wife and openly commented on making me his concubine. I suddenly hated that Adrian had to be the one to inherit the throne. He was nowhere near fit to rule.

All hell broke loose, and when the princess’ body was found, naked, together with another man, it was impossible to cover the whole thing up. How could they, really? I nodded along even if Abigail latched onto me like a mite. Where were you? What were you doing? Well, at least I could sincerely tell her that I wouldn’t do anything improper to Ruthina, wouldn’t even touch her, let alone do something like that. After all, we were relatives, cousins. So what if Uncle allowed cousin marriages? For me, it is still incest, and in our backwater county, people are old-school, and everyone knows that you can’t get good children from such unions!

"I'm just saying that what we do isn't really accepted by most people. But I don't care what anyone else thinks!" She went on. "However, it isn't even illegal everywhere. In India it is almost common for an uncle to marry his niece. In Australia they don't have any laws preventing it. There are incest laws in Austria, France, Netherlands, Russia, and more, but they are brother/sister, father/mother, grandparent laws. None expressly forbid uncle/niece relationships. Even in Canada the law is fuzzy where that is concerned." I had to be a little impressed. "You have done some research it seems."

Marcellus Gregory—the man who supposedly died, the man who just threatened to drill a ring into my bone—is my uncle? What the fuck? …. NOTE: There is no incest or taboo relationship in this book. See you in the next chapter!

I had the feeling my Uncle was looking for a more concrete solution to that gnawing fear. With a bit of effort, I untangled her fingers from engulfing my waist and ushered her out the door. I had avoided incest with my theoretical Aunt and was jonesing for a sex-fix. The issue was who did I call that wouldn't leave me feeling like a complete douche afterwards. I figured Brooke owed me one so I made the call.

What a scourge. "Uncle, go home with me tonight. I'll give you a lot of money, as long as you sleep with me. Just this once." Did she think of him as a… gigolo? But being called "uncle"... Fredrik pinched her chin, held her little head and with his sexy thin lips curled: "Uncle? Am I that old?" Muah. "It's soft, not bad." Eliza was so drunk, she just knew that she liked the taste of this man. She saw his mouth approach and kissed him without thinking. It didn't turn out to be bad, at least she didn't feel disgusted.

She called him brother, and he actually kissed her still! She’d only read about incestuous relationships in passing. She didn’t have a strong opinion of them, only felt that it must be very awkward and improper. She thought of her handsome uncle. Despite his good looks, she would never ever have those sorts of thoughts about him! And even her dad, ranked among the top handsome men in the world, how could she ever think of kissing him?