Uncle Jesse Full House Novels & Stories

“Don’t be too naive as a woman, Kimberly. You can be kind, but don’t be stupid.” “What do you mean?” Kimberly furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper at her husband’s uncle. Damian didn’t say much but suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s hand. He pulled his body close to hers. Kimberly was shocked when Damian hugged her tightly. “L–let me go, U–Uncle!” Kimberly hit the man’s muscular arm. “Call my name, Kim,” Damian whispered hoarsely in front of Kimberly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle! Let me go! My husband might see!” Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic.

Doll, Jesse's Mom, standing near one room, dressed in a blue dress and pacing the floor in brisk steps. "I think that's your Mom." I point to the woman and Jesse bursts into a cry before rushing towards her mother. Ever since her Dad died, Jesse's Mom and Grandma have been her only family. She loves them like anything. Her grandma's sudden ill-health is a shock for all of us since the genial old woman was always in her best health, living a good life. Every time we went to Jesse's house for a sleepover, she would make us cookies and tell us stories of her youth. No matter what the doctors say, I will pray for her to get well.

I just came to say hi. "Thank you Homer and Gertrude for coming tonight. Though it was short notice we still made it." Uncle James started. We click our wine glasses to cheer. Jonathan is masking his emotions. After Uncle James say that he glances at Jonathan who is not on himself. He was lost just staring at his food.

We were the ones trespassing. I thought he would turn and leave. But to my shock, he didn't. Instead, Johnson straightened, pretending not to show any atom of fear, masking it with arrogance like he always did. I prayed for the rogue who had seen us to be anyone but Johnson's uncle. But when he finally stepped forward from the shadows, my breath hitched. It was him. Duncan. "My mate fell down the cliff by mistake, we'll be leaving soon,” Johnson said to him before turning toward me, trying to command me with just his gaze to follow him.

Uncle Benny was so thankful that Joy's father had saved him from Joy that he gladly ran across the room and lifted the lid on an old cedar chest that was tucked away in the corner. Georgio ran over and he helped Miss Jessie out of the box, but she didn't look so good. "Dude...why did you do this?" Joy's father asked uncle Benny as he pointed at the very weak Miss Jessie. "Do you know what I will have to do to you if she dies? And what she will do to you if I don't kill you first??" Joy's father asked the hysterically crying man.

“Oh come on, you’ve seen worse than this. Remember that time I fell out of that pine tree and punched a hole in my arm?” I couldn’t help giggling at the memory of it. Of course, the sight of pine needles sticking out of his arm had been disgusting, but it was the way that he had marched inside while his dad had friends over for a Sunday afternoon football game and barbecue and held up his arm declaring that something was wrong. The faces on the adults, staring in disbelief at how calm Jesse was, had had me in stitches. Jesse winked at me and then lifted me up into his arms again. “Come on,” he said. He paused as we left the back room. “Hey, Joe, can you close up this afternoon? I want to get

“I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?” "Being his Uncle, mean we can't be in bed together, I'd thought you're a friend on maybe a business partner of the Carter's at worst" I turned to him, folding my hands under my bossom, "But an 'Uncle'? That's family, and a whole generation of difference at that" "We can't be together" I concluded, My eyes on him.

I whip around. He’s standing just a few feet away. Shirt sleeves rolled up, expression like thunder. His eyes flick to Jesse, then to where her fingers still dig into my wrist. Jesse lets go immediately and switches to a smile that would win an Oscar. “Oh! Nothing. Just catching up with my dear sister. It’s been so long.” Hunter doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. His eyes stay on her. Unimpressed. Unfooled. Jesse glances between us and doubles down. “I just needed a little help. You know, family stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

I wasn’t even myself that night or did he suddenly forget that tiny piece of information. “Trevor was there that night at the club, I fucking saw the two of you talking, don’t play dumb with me. You knew I was his uncle,” he replies, staring daggers into me but I don’t fold under his cold eyes, glaring at him with equal anger, feeling my heart pound. Such a presumptuous jerk. “Oh so you saw us talking? Then did it ever occur to you that maybe it was your nephew’s girlfriend you were fucking six ways to Sunday that night?”

As expected. "Come on, let’s go. I’ll show Jess to her room," Jonathan interjected, breaking the moment. I swallowed hard and nodded, trailing behind him. "I get a big, beautiful room too?!" Jessica exclaimed happily as we entered her room. "What do you say to Uncle Jo?" I asked her. "Thank you so much, Uncle Jo!" she said, turning to Jonathan. He smiled and knelt down to her eye level. "Anything for you, Jess. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" he said gently. She nodded in reply.