Uncle Daddy Novels & Stories

His hands held me steady as he began to move faster. “Oh f—” I bit down on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. We were out in the open, barely hidden between two cars. The thrill of doing it with the fear of being caught at any moment sent chills down my spine. Uncle Artie spanked my ass again and lightly slammed me against the car, plunging deeper into me. “Uncle Ar—” He spanked me again. “Call me daddy.” I froze. I stopped moving my hips to meet his strokes halfway. Daddy? Daddy was pushing it a little too far. He and my father were friends, after all. Surely, he didn’t mean that.

In a loving voice, Josiah's grandmother corrected Nia, "Don't you remember him, Nia? He is your Daddy. Why did you call him uncle?" "Oh, you're right," Nia paused before responding, "but if I call this nice uncle Daddy, then I would end up having two Daddies, right?" Feeling frustrated about the entire situation in her family, Josiah's grandmother slapped her forehead. With a smile, Josiah walked over to them and explained, "Uncle Charlie is just an uncle, he is not your Daddy. It will be a mess if you call Uncle Charlie your Daddy."

“Ha ha ha, really, how did Tama’s loving super mom forget Tama, you said she loves you the most,” “Yeah! she does, but she is busy, uncle I’m asking you for one last time, you please think hard and reply, will you be my dadda,” “ha ha ha ha,’ Tazz laughed aloud, had it been any woman trying to capture his attention he would have gotten her thrown to crocodiles, but here was a little kitten who wanted a big bowl of milk and a kitten that he adored so much “Uncle, what is so funny, I’m serious, will you or won’t you be my dadda,” she sounded annoyed, but when Tazz heard her say dadda he felt a strange uncontrollable tug in his heart

Who would have thought this f*ckboy would come to Sea City? “Uncle Flint, why are you here?” Alden moved his head closer and tilted his head as he asked. “Hey, Alden, how many times have I told you that it sounds too distant if you call me ‘Uncle Flint’? Call me ‘Daddy,’ and we’ll be closer.” Flint tussled Alden’s hair roughly. He curled his lips and said, “If you don’t want to call me ‘Daddy,’ I can still accept ‘Godfather.’”

And somehow my so-called father knows that this is the reason why I always reason with exams and assignments and stay in, sending them. I didn’t want to invite Freddy in, nor am I okay with him being around me. Uncle Freddy is a forty year old bachelor who has been working with that monster who calls himself my father. In all these years, I've seen Freddy only for a few times and those few times were enough for me to know why he doesn’t have a family for himself.

“ fuck- daddy ! “ I cried out as I felt my walls clenching before something exploded. I was cumming once again on his fingers. My fingers tightly fisted the sheets as my back arched feeling overwhelmed. My eyes were glossy as I looked at him with my tired, sleepy eyes. “ that’s right. Sleep for daddy, good girl “ I slowly blinked before my body fell limp. I was too tired to move a muscle. My eyes slowly closed as I slowly fell asleep in the embrace of my hot uncle whom I called daddy too. I was doomed.

Except for Gaze, who inherited from our grandfather, we all inherited from him. Sorry, Grandpa, may your soul rest in peace, I love you! Hehehe... "What, uncle daddy?" Shanna exclaimed in surprise. Yuck. Uncle daddy?! Please, bitch?! Haha! "Pfft. Uncle daddy?" Aphrodite laughed and whispered to me. Gaze scolded her, and he heard it, haha. I just coughed to stop laughing. Uncle daddy? WHAT.THE.FVCK! Haha! "Wait, what are we hearing? You have a personal assistant who stole money from you?"

The word landed heavily. I looked at Hailey. Then at him. “Uncle?” I repeated slowly. “Aren’t you her father? Isn’t she our daughter? Why is she calling you uncle?” Silence. He didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at her. Then at me. The pause stretched. Hailey smiled brightly, oblivious. “He is my daddy. I just call him Uncle for fun.” For fun. I watched his face. There. A flicker. Gone too fast to name.

My dad was a psychopathic asshole who inherited all the worst Chadwick traits, but my uncle was a dangerous, overly-protective and adventurous in true non-Chadwick fashion. “Is Dad back?” I asked. Dad had left early this morning with Mr. Williams for some meetings. “Haven’t seen him around!” Uncle Bobby said, rising. He wrung out the wet towel he had been using to wash. Water splashed all over him. “Are you really going through with that wedding?” he asked me. I shrugged, kicking a small rock into the nearby flower hedges.

“Was?." “Yeah, i thought you were the one who had cancelled until I saw your step uncle answer the door and eye me as if he wanted to put a bullet in my head for taking interest in you." I tried to hide my expression of shock but he caught it on time and he laughed. " I knew it." “Knew what?." “That you were fucking your uncle. I saw him climb down your window some time last week, manliest thing I ever saw, the guy worked his way down two stories with his bare hands and feet... I wouldn't want to get him on my bad side."