Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

“I'm going to introduce some women to Uncle Noah, you know, he's a Perpetual-man. The only way I can get my father's business back is to meet his demands.” My fingers rested on the last message sent by Fletcher. At this time, Noah had finished taking a bath and was wiping his body with a towel. The fog in the bathroom made the glass rather blurred, but it still could not cover his body lines. The word "Perpetual-man" sprang into my mind, and now I finally knew what it really meant. Linking it to the perfect sex Noah and I had last time, I was blushing again. Just then, Fletcher, who stayed the next door, might put down his phone and start to flirt with Karen again after texting me. However,

Caleb on the other side collapsed in the chair behind him. “You bitch, you've put us in trouble, that's my uncle and he has a bad temper,” he said, having found his tongue after such a long time.

His words pierced through me, leaving me feeling hollow and betrayed. "Let me tell you a secret, my uncle, who is showering you with all love and affection, is already engaged to someone else. You're just a temporary distraction for him until he gets what he really wants." My heart sank as the realization hit me; his words cut through me like a knife. "Like you were to me, a pawn for his mere pleasure and amusement," he added with a smirk, his true colors shining through as he walked away, leaving me standing there in shock and disbelief.

Lee defended me, still holding my hand. "Okay, let’s say cheating on Jade with his dad was her job as she slept with a man for money, but what about cheating on Clinton with his nephew while eating Clinton’s money? This girl is a dirty prostitute; before we know it, she will be sleeping with Uncle while still with Lee. She’s like a snake.” “Lucy enough! I won’t let you humiliate my girlfriend in my presence like that.” Lee raised his voice while Mrs. Williams now looked at me with disgust.

Was it just about the rejection or the fact that she felt something was going on between Ronald and I? As I sat there, lost in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke the spell. I turned to see my said uncle, Ronald, stumble into the kitchen. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled, and his smile lopsided. He was drunk, and I could tell it was going to be one of those nights I never thought I'd see. His cheeks were a painted shade of red that made him look funny, yet cute. I didn't say a word, hoping he'd just grab a glass of water and stumble off to bed. But Ronald had other plans. He ambled over to the counter, his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity.

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

Olivia’s POV It is the President of the Art club. I know her through the scent of her perfume, all vanilla and willowy. And maybe a little bitchy. Her heels echo through the room just as the bathroom door closes softly against us. He turns on the shower, the water tapping lightly against the floor. From up close, I can tell that I was totally wrong about the color of his eyes. They aren’t black. They are brown. The shade that light passes through easily.

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”

— A, your favorite uncle. Clara’s heart did a violent flip in her chest. A deep, involuntary blush crept from her cheeks all the way down to her chest. The sheer contrast of this man was dizzying. One moment he was ruthless, and the next, he was meticulously preparing a luxury bath and breakfast for her because he knew he had used her body too roughly. With a soft sigh, she slid into the hot water. The immediate relief to her sore muscles made her head loll back against the bath pillow, a breathless moan escaping her lips.

I looked up at mom for support, but she just gazed at me as she stroked Brian’s cock. My uncle spit in his hand and then wiped it against my ass probing my hole with his finger. After letting out a little moan he spit in his hand again and wiped it on his cock. “Yes, that’s it,” my aunt moaned, bending over to spit on my uncle’s cock. “Make it nice and wet for him.”