Uncle And Niece Incest Novels & Stories

"Mom, dad and uncles figured it out, didn't they?" Luka breaks free of my grip and takes a step away from me. "Okay, that's another level of messed up. Dad slept with dads too, so they don't count, damn it!" I roll my eyes at his rare moment of stupidity. "I never implied I'd fuck either of you; I'm not into incest. I said that mom, dad and uncles are living proof that such relationships exist and work. We just have to wait and see how it all turns out."

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

"Except Megan isn't going to run off with any men. I plan on keeping her to myself. Her cunt is way too sweet for me to sell." "Yeah, and you don't have to worry about earning money," Uncle Ron filled in. "But I do hope you'll share our niece's cunt with me. I didn't come halfway around the world for nothing." "Of course you can have her cunt, but let's keep this one in the family. Our little niece whore shouldn't have to spread her legs for other men. We have other whores for that."

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.

“Also, I'm not pining!” “From your reaction, I don't think you'd have stopped at just one fuck. Was he that good?” Callie leaned in. “Since when was sharing sex lives amongst siblings normal?” My face was etched with disgust. “Technically and biologically speaking, we're cousins,” she pointed her straw at me. “Does prying run in the family or what? You and Uncle just love meddling in my affairs, don't you?” I sipped from my cup aggressively without breaking eye contact.

“Ethan Cole is my nephew.” The words hit harder than I expected. For a second, I just stare at him. Trying to process it. Trying to make it make sense. “That’s not possible,” I say. But even as I say it, I know it is. “It is,” he replies. No hesitation. No doubt. A strange mix of shock and anger rises in my chest. “So you knew?” I ask. My voice is sharper now. “No,” he says. “Not until now.” His eyes don’t leave mine.

The myth of who he was and what he could do. I turned around in bed, the sheets tangled at my feet. Scenes from dinner replayed in my mind. Dante’s smirk, the way his eyes lingered on me and the moment our skins touched. I closed my eyes briefly. I should not be feeling this way. He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man.

"He said, and I quote, this girl clearly loves you for you, not what you have. Don't be an idiot and mess it up." I laughed. "Solid advice." "He also said Isolde would have thought this was hilarious. Her best friend's daughter marrying her husband." Trenton shook his head. "Apparently Isolde had a complicated sense of humor." "I kind of love her for that." "Me too." His voice softened. "Always." The following evening we organized a family dinner at the estate. Both sets of parents, Eudora and Eleri, Calliope and Fionn. The first time everyone had been together in one room.