Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

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.”

AUTHOR’S POV Leo’s lips curled into a snarl as he searched his uncle’s room for any trace of him. He clenched the swords in his hands, his knuckles turning white. The sound of water splashing from the bathroom pierced his ear, and he kicked the door open with a loud bang. He expected his uncle to be bathing, but instead, he saw him lying on a bench in front of the sink while a maid rubbed his head with shampoo. He slammed the door with his sword, making a loud clang that echoed in the bathroom. Mr. Williams and the maid both jerked their heads up, their eyes wide with shock and fear. A small frown touched Mr. Williams's face as he recognized his nephew.

The pleasurable experience was out of this world. The old son of the bitch had a big cock. Veins run thereon when it is erect. And he had a healthy cum load. The kind that would not fall short from painting every inch of the vagina white. On the other end, she was alive to some serious facts. No matter how sweet and engrossing it was, it was wrong to be intimate with Corinth. How could she, even? On the first day? With the Ex's uncle? Dirty whore: She addressed herself in a thought.