Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

He asked excitedly "Yes" he hugs me and we both jump excitedly, Frankie joins us We separate and laugh "why were we hugging, did something happen?" Frankie asked confused Caleb and I share a look and laugh ,____ Johnny's POV___ "Well family I should go back to bed now, I got work later" "Huh? What work?" My uncle asked and I was about to leave My aunt answers"Johnny works as a waiter for a restaurant, he does night shifts" "Really? the effect of human blood has worn off?" He asked concerned

He’d signed the card, Love, Brian. Great. Just what I don’t need. “Did you see the size of that bathroom?” Johnny said after he had explored the suite. “The shower is big enough for six people, and the bathtub has jets and a television on the wall. I may never leave this room. I’ll have to thank Brian when I see him.” Johnny started to unpack his suitcase and Jenny opened the envelope the clerk had given her. “There’s a reception tonight for the Marconi nominees. Damn. No one told me and I didn’t bring anything formal to wear.”

And now I couldn't stop myself from vomiting everything in my stomach. Disgusting! He laughed condescendingly. “You loved it last night.” I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and gargled as many times as I could to erase whatever taste there was. John stepped into the bathroom and switched on the shower as he looked at me and warned, “Don't cause any trouble.” Suddenly the door was knocked, and as we stepped out of the bathroom, we saw two of John’s men looking uneasy. “What happened?” John asked as he took a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.

"I am sure the family is dying to know the outcome of last night." He chuckled. "I suppose there is no harm in that. After all," he shut me that eerie grin once more. "The real fun is about to start." An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I watched him head into his bathroom. While he was in there, I looked through his closet and found that the maids were thoughtful enough to bring my clothes over even if they didn't think I would survive. Soon, Rafael stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. The water droplets glistened against his well carved body and I swallowed hard subconsciously.

I knew this was taboo, but I wanted him bad. The laundry room hummed loud with the steady spin cycle. I was already seated right on top of the washing machine, and the intense vibrations pressed hard against my most sensitive spot. It sent electric waves of pleasure shooting through my whole body, making me moan softly. Uncle Mark stood in front of me, his big hands holding me steady. "Look at you, Jenna, sitting there like a good little niece," he said in a low, rough voice. "That machine buzzing on your pussy? Bet it feels real good already."

“its not your mouth that is saying, I do not see why you are being offended?” I pulled my earphones and plugged them in. The drive to aunt Lisa's house was quiet. I turned to digest what had happened.my uncle had asked me remove my bra and I had. "We are here," he said as he pulled at her house. The house was quite huge. I can't believe she lives here all alone and a chill ran down my spine, I was going to be here with him alone. "we are going to be here for a while.” He muttered more to himself than I.

I swayed gently to my own rhythm and only when I remembered how insane the water bill had been lately did I hasten my shower. In the end, I’d had to dance in the living room—the only mildly spacious spot in the house—and poke fun at hooligans in the street and get into a fight. When I had let out some steam by beating the crap out of them, my mind was finally clear enough to read my uncle’s letter again. I had found it strange in innumerable ways. I made sure Nana was in bed that night before I went to my room and took it out to scan it word for word, this time more carefully. I stopped at the first part.

The hairs on the girl’s forehead were still curly, but she was much more relieved, and her lips even held a smile. “Hubby, let me tell you, my uncle was bragging to me. “He said he’s sick of European things, and there’s no need to bring him anything. “Hmph, I’ve been here for so many days now, but I haven’t gotten sick of it yet. He’s sick of it just from watching television!” Elijah shook his. He pulled her into the bathroom and stripped her, pressing her into the bathtub. “Don’t mind your uncle’s bragging. Take a bath first.”

As I scrunch my face to block the sunlight, a shirtless and well-built man appeared in front of me, closing the curtains. “You’re awake.” Opening my eyes, I almost choked on who I saw— Anderson. Robert’s uncle. I got off the bed quickly as I pulled the sheets to my chest—pretty stupid considering I was dressed— and he chuckled. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” I swallowed as I looked around the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows that gave an immaculate view of the city, a cosy master-sized bed, marbled walls, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a bar in a room— I couldn’t be home.

Izzy asked excitedly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. “Well, more like a hotel and resort, my uncle owns the place…” Carl replied, which made Izzy even more nervous. “Carl, is this Uncle S.A. or Uncle S.S. the one you keep talking about, is he old?” Izzy couldn’t help but ask, as they were getting into the car waiting for them at the airport. “No, he’s still young, probably around 34 or 35, why?” The anxiety that had troubled Izzy earlier intensified, mixing with fear and concern.