Uncle Fester From The Addams Family Novels & Stories

“Mommy, he didn’t play with me earlier, and he didn’t eat with us either. I think he’s mad at me.” “No, my little oner. The reason is…” I pondered a kind explanation my child could understand. “Your Uncle Zander is having diarrhea. He doesn’t want you to smell his fart.” My son giggled with laughter. “His fart must be stinky.” “Yes, little one. Uncle Zander doesn’t want you to smell his fart.” My son giggled again. “Close your eyes now, little one, sleep well… so you’ll grow tall before you know it.”

When he saw Oliver, he immediately dashed over to him. Oliver caught him and lifted him, weighing him in his arms. "Buddy, it looks like you've been eating well lately. You've put on quite a bit of weight since your hospital stay." Mason wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck and pouted. "Uncle Oliver, are you complaining that I'm getting fat?" Oliver couldn't help but chuckle as he patted Mason's soft hair. "How could Uncle Oliver think you're fat? No matter what, you're the cutest in my eyes. Plus, a little extra weight is just a sign of a lively and healthy boy."

Determination filled Chicago's beautiful eyes, "Uncle is a good man, helping children to build schools, I can't let him be trapped by a bad Aunty! Chicago must take Uncle away!" Chicago strode out. Wendy, as if she had lost her soul, followed her, barely breathing. "Uncle!" When they saw Darwin, a strange man was talking with him, trying to stuff a business card into Darwin's hand. Aunty Annoyance hadn't returned yet! Chicago thought, now is the moment to take Uncle and run! "Isn't this the little artist!" exclaimed the unfamiliar uncle with a beaming smile, "Ah, so you're a child from Mr. Solomon's household! No wonder you're so smart!"

I have to do as Uncle instructed yet I'm glued where I'm standing. I don't know why but this man makes me wanna run away and never return. He's like a monster!. "Eve, seat!" Uncle screams with his fangs carving out. I fall on the seat like a pear which has fallen from the tree die to wind, I just find myself seated beside the huge frightening man. "Edmonton, calm down!."Adams instructs with his eyes turn green and his voice got deeper and uncle remains low. "F*ck!." I yell deep within, with all inside me trembling both are scaring me now.

“Fred Thomson, his father, and his uncle were all trash. They looked decent but guess what? Just die, will you?” “I suggest that the Thomson family should be shot right in their heads. I want to press them on the ground and punch them in their faces so badly. The Thomsons must die, their whole family will be cursed to death!”

I asked wearily as I turned away from the twins and began to walk away. They joined me and Ashley and I was sure that we looked like a weird bunch. “We need you to talk to your uncle,” one of them said. I laughed darkly and shook my head in disbelief. “You want me to convince my uncle to fuck you,” I said with a little chuckle. “We do not like being laughed at,” the other one replied. “Well, I can not help it, you guys would make great comedians,” I said with a heavy hint of sarcasm and scoffed.

James staggered home his body reeking of alcohol, movements unstable. The image of what happened few hours ago had been on replay on his mind, he didn't want to believe Clara got with his uncle. He tried walking forward but the lights turned on and Annie came into view. She was in a night robe her hair in a neat bun and her face makeup free. She walked up to him her face ugly in a frown, “ such a disgrace,coming home this late and reeking of alcohol. If the media caught a wimp of it do you think the sterling group won't get affected?”

“Is that so?” “Yep! So that means he’s my uncle,” Selene declared with complete certainty, her tone carrying the matter-of-fact air of someone delivering important news. “But if he’s my uncle, then how am I supposed to marry Kael? Wouldn’t that make him my cousin? And Rylie said she’s going to marry Kael, so that means I have to marry Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. But I told her nope, he’s mine.”

Remembering the torture I went through last night till this morning, I didn't hesitate to stop him in his tracks. "You can't do that. You promised to reward me if I could hold up all night. And I did it! So why are you stalling!?" I cried, my voice shaking. "You still want me to go ahead with it, even when you know it's wrong? An Uncle shouldn't be fucking his niece, you know?" I wanted to remind him that were were not blood related and he was six years older than me but I kept my mouth shut. Wrong or not, it didn't change my fact that I had spent a great deal of my time masturbating to thoughts of him and was about to get the real thing.

“One more or less won’t make a difference…” My fingers were still gliding across his skin, and I didn’t even realize that my touch had softened—that the circles I was drawing had grown slower, almost soothing. Too soothing. Focus, Amber. This is Lucas’s uncle. Uncles are supposed to be bald, round, and grumpy. Adrian, on the other hand, could make ten of Lucas look like schoolboys. He was built—broad shoulders, a strong jaw, powerful arms. And he couldn’t have been older than thirty.