Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

Still smell that maddening vanilla and salt. The heavy oak doors didn't just open; they hit the wall with a hollow thud. I didn’t turn around. I didn't need to. The scent of unearned arrogance and cheap cologne told me exactly which Kingsley had decided to commit suicide tonight. "You’re a hard man to reach, Uncle," Julian snapped. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my drink, watching his reflection in the window. He looked pathetic. His tie was loose, his eyes were wild, and his Alpha aura was leaking out of him like air from a punctured tire. He was desperate.

“Cum on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are. Let me feel this pussy throb while I suck your clit. That’s it… give it to me.” I was so close. My whole body tensed, toes curling against the wet floor. The pressure in my belly grew tighter and hotter, ready to explode— Then reality slammed into me like a bucket of ice water. My eyes flew open. I ripped my hand away from my clit, breathing hard. My chest heaved, nipples rock-hard and aching, my pussy pulsing with frustration. What the hell was I doing? I was standing here in the shower like a desperate whore, frantically rubbing my pussy and moaning my husband’s uncle’s name.

I went to my Aunt's room and she was in the bathroom and taking shower. When I entered her room she asked who was there. I told him that it was me. After hearing me she didn't reply to me. I sat there for a long time but she didn't come out of the washroom. I was thinking about what happened to everyone there. Because nobody was ready to talk to me and I don't even know the reason. I went to the library and asked my uncle why everyone's behavior is so changed. He was sitting in the chair and reading the newspaper. He raised his head and looked at me and then he started reading the newspaper again.

Emily added, drawing Hannah close to her as they walked into it. ************** Mr Brown walked into the old man's room. He looked around, carefully observing every nooks and crannies of the room. "Where do I start searching from?" the old butler muttered as he put both of his hands on his waist. The room was typically an old man's apartment. It portrayed the kind of person Uncle Baton was. Books that were as big as a dictionary, could be seen on the table that had two steps. On the right hand side of the room, equipment like fishing hook, net, cutlass, plough and the likes were laid on a flat plank. A bed with no sheet was on the ground. Apart from these things, there was nothing else in th

The filthy feeling only made me hornier. An hour later, I went to Aunt Margaret’s bathroom to clean. The sound of running water stopped. Uncle Richard stepped out of the shower, completely naked, water dripping down his strong body, cock already half-hard. I froze. “I should come back—” “Get in here,” he commanded. I hesitated only a second before stepping inside. He locked the door. “Kneel.” I dropped to my knees on the tiled floor, heart racing. His thick cock hung right in front of my face.

She laughs. Uncle Harry's master bedroom has a large bathroom with a clear glass-enclosed shower, which easily holds the three people who are currently in there. Tile seats are built into each side with a high showerhead directly opposite the door. As Nicole and I enter the bathroom, Carl is standing next to one wall, with Carolyn lovingly lathering his cock and balls. Using both hands, she swirls the soap up and down his long, thick shaft, occasionally trailing one hand past the base of his cock to massage his balls. Carl has his eyes closed and is humping his hard cock between her soapy hands. Maggie is standing on the other side of Carolyn, lathering soap over Carolyn's body. With one han

“Want to tell me how the two of you came to be in an employee bathroom together?” I give my uncle a look and say, “It is such a long story.” “That is what people tend to say when it is actually not a long story, it's just a story that they don't want to tell. But come on, kid, you have got me curious. How did you, and your long lost aunt, Naomi end up in the bathroom together?”

His eyes fixed far too boldly on my upper body. "Carmen, why are you showering in the middle of the day? How about you let me help you scrub your back?" he joked, his hand already reaching out. But before his hand could touch me, Uncle Grant grabbed him and dragged him back out. It seemed like Uncle Grant had returned right after Larry came in. "Out," Uncle Grant snapped. He then quickly tossed the new sports bra in through the gap in the door and left in a hurry. I quickly finished my shower and changed into a clean set of clothes.

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

It was all dark, heavy furniture and smelled like leather and whiskey. “Can’t I just drop in to say hello to my favorite uncle?” “Girl trouble?” Frankie said as he took his own seat. Finn dropped his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Yeah.” “Is it the girl that you’re writing about?” Finn’s eyes popped open and he looked at his uncle. “What?” his uncle said with a shrug. “You think I don’t read your blog?” The side of Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked smile. “I thought you knew all the tricks,” he said.