Uncle And Niece Taboo Novels & Stories

The Uncle held out his hand in front of Nora. The little girl shook her head with a sneer. "Come on, let your blood dry quickly, dear." "Ti Teya said you can't go with strangers!" said Nora. "Oh, you think Uncle is a foreigner?" the man laughed, a laugh that didn't reach his eyes, "Maybe Daddy hasn't introduced Uncle to you yet,that's why you think Uncle is a stranger. Even though Uncle is Daddy's friend. Anyone who comes to this ridiculous party is Daddy's friend. Don't you understand?"

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.

I was just doing other women a service by creating awareness about how much of a monster he was… When I didn't respond to him, he reached for my hand, and I quickly jerked away from his touch. "Get off me!" I warned sternly, even though his lips were still curled up into a mocking smile. I knew it might be funny to him, but it wasn't to me, and I wouldn't mind smacking his face to remind him that I'm his uncle's wife and he shouldn't be touching me that way. "What? You think I can't touch you anymore because you're with my uncle?"

I stood there—coffee trembling in my cup—cunt clenching fresh around the memory of Tyler’s cum still inside me. Tonight. Uncle Mark. The boathouse. I was already throbbing again. This should be taboo, incest even, but at least Uncle Mark wasn't fully blood with my Dad. The family dynamic was weird...

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!"

"The problem here is the social norms. You know how judgmental the righteous netizens can be. Flavia feels she's not worthy to fall in love with her stepbrother. Similarly, Uncle feels he's not worthy to fall in love with Flavia, who is, by the way, his niece. And especially because there's an age gap of almost thirteen years. So, you can say my uncle feels a bit too old for it." "How do you know that your uncle has such thoughts? It could be just your own conclusions," Jonas interjected when he saw Abigail sipping her drink. "It's not me drawing conclusions. It's my uncle who spoke plainly. According to him, having a relationship with a woman twelve years younger is like dating his own niec

"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."

Damn his meticulous mind and his inability to let anything go. "People change their phrasing." "People also lie." He was directly behind me now. I could feel the warmth of his body, the careful inches he maintained. "You told us not to drink Genevieve's tea tomorrow. Why?" "It was a metaphor." "Genevieve made tea this morning. She offered it to you first. You refused. I saw you dump it into the potted fern when you thought no one was watching." Ice slid down my spine. I'd been so careful. I'd waited until the room was empty, or so I'd thought. But Silas was always watching and always cataloging and always seeing.

“You might feel that way, Caelia, but we are family, and it shouldn’t have happened.” “But it happened,” she said, her voice louder this time. “That is the fact; we both can’t deny it.” “Okay then, let me put it this way,” I sighed, changing the position that I was now holding her hands. “Caelia, I am your father’s brother, your uncle. Have you ever seen or heard where an uncle and his niece are in a romantic relationship?” I asked, shaking my head in response to my question. “No, that is wrong; in fact, it is a taboo. Therefore, it is best if we both forget all that happened last night. I agree that it has happened, and we can’t change the past, but we can fix the future. Let’s forget it an