Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

“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.

And grand uncle was banging her so hard, she was crying. Then on seeing him, grand uncle gestured for him to come forward. Grand uncle was so terrifying and he dared not disobey. He did. Went forward and saw the nakedness of his grand uncle’s lower part. Aunty Bailey was fully naked aside from the stupid makeup on her face. “Come, join me, touch this meat, Emerson,” Grand Uncle had commanded, not invited. It was an order he couldn't turn down. When Emerson complied, placing his small hands on his own young aunty's naked breast, trembling and scared, his grand uncle with his tongue stuck out in sheer pleasure and enjoyment, left him an advice:

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?”

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

I let the hum of their voices fill the kitchen as I rinsed the dishes, stacking them in the washer. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I dried my hands and checked it. Uncle John: Still thinking about that holiday? Let me know. Your room’s still the same. I haven’t touched a thing. I stared at the screen. Uncle John had always been… Uncle John. Big hands. Bigger heart. He was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. The one who stayed on the phone when I had panic attacks during midterms. Even after the divorce, he never stopped showing up.

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.