Uncle John's Bathroom Readers の小説・ストーリー

It seems like he has not shifted for years and my heart breaks for him. “I thought you were going to help him bathe.” Atticus says quietly, leaning against the entrance with a bag in his hand. “He needs some privacy and I am in no mood of cleaning a fully grown man.” I state, taking a cool bag of blood from the mini fridge and throwing it at my uncle. He chuckles, taking a straw and stabbing it into the bag like a juice box before looking down the hall. “You just didn’t want to wash his man bits.” He teases, making me blush while I focus on making this medicinal meal.

I took the filled bag to the big metal bin, and then I walked around looking for trash or spillages. I made a turn at the men’s bathrooms. The bald old men were naked, chatting to each other about stock options or something. I checked the stalls, and all the toilet paper dispensers were still full. The men were in deep conversation, with their flaccid cocks hanging between their legs. It was not uncommon for old men to chat in the bathrooms while naked.

I was stinking with sweat from playing games with the twins. I slipped my clothes off my body carefully. There wasn't a mirror in this bathroom. I couldn't see my naked self. I turned on the tap to fill the bathtub with lukewarm water. I sat at the edge of it, watching as the water slowly rose. A dirty image suddenly flashed inside my head. I imagined my uncle being here in this bathroom, and fucking me inside the bathtub. How nice would that have been? He could just lay inside the tub, while I sat on top of him, his dick buried deep inside of me, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, moans, grunts, and the splashing of water.

Because he did, didn't he? She quickly finished herself off and then she put the DVD back where she found it. She went to bed and was busy making plans as she heard Uncle Dan return home. One of the features of the house where they lived was that it didn't have any en-suite bathrooms. The following morning Megan waited until she could hear her uncle moving around and then she headed for the bathroom between their rooms. She wore a thong and half covered her firm breasts with a towel. As she'd predicted she ran into her uncle in the hallway and she just happened to drop her towel. Uncle Dan stared at her as she made a big deal out of picking it up and eventually covering herself again before

I now expected my uncle to storm into the room mad like hell and kick the shit out of his nephew for doing what I was doing to his gorgeous wife but no door suddenly swung open. Aunt Karen stayed on me for a couple of minutes getting her breadth back, she now got off me, "That was nice John I think I'll have a good relaxed sleep now." Oh no god no surely she wasn't going to leave me like this, I looked at her and caught a glimpse of my own reflection in the wardrobe mirror, I looked like a puppy who has just had its favourite bone confiscated. Aunty Karen stood up, looking down at my cock which was throbbing like crazy covered with pre cum which was seeping out of the small pee hole profusel

I walked out of the closet dressed in a long floral gown and flashed him a smile, “Let us go find out shall we?” Together we walked out of the room and headed down the hallway. When Liam and I entered Uncle John’s study, the air was thick with tension. The room, with its dark wood panels and imposing shelves filled with old books, always made me feel small, like a child being called in for scolding. But this time, it was different. Uncle John wasn’t angry—he was smiling, and that made me even more uneasy. “Come in, come in,” he said, gesturing to the leather chairs in front of his desk.

after about an hour i realized my underwear was also in the hamper my face grew red,i sprung up and searched for the laundry room after walking around for like 10min ,i heard a low humming sound that sounded like a washing machine i smiled in victory,but as i got closer i started hearing grunts and whispered cuss words,my curiousity got the best of me,i slowly tip toed to the door,thank god these werent squeaky tiles,i got to the door and it was slightly ajar,i hid my body well before poking my head in. my body froze at the sight,uncle was shirtless,and his short wear down on his ankles,he held my panties to his nose sniffing my days perspiration and scent from my underwear,his other hand st

Meghan: I found my uncle's unpublished manuscript and all the erotic stories were of me since I turned 19! It was so freaking hot I stuck my hand into my panties and begin to rub my wet pussy instantly.. The one rule.. The only real rule in this silent house of my uncle’s was.. Stay the hell out of the study. So, of course, my hand was on the doorknob. It was slightly ajar like just enough to be a “fuck around and find out” invitation from the universe.

The boy who once laughed with me under starlit skies now looked like a stranger wearing his face. Julian unrolled the scroll. The parchment crackled loudly in the heavy silence. “Commander Vane’s blood was found under your nails,” he said, voice flat and cold. “In your quarters. On the silver hairpin hidden beneath your mattress, the one used to slit his throat.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “I didn’t kill him. I swear it.” The side doors creaked open. Elara and Silas entered, my chosen family, the two people I would have died for without hesitation.

“Why?” His gaze shot straight to her legs. “Because you might not be able to walk by the time I’m done.” *** He didn’t take time to get to the restroom. Eveline yanked him in, turning the lock. “There’s nobody in here,” she whispered excitedly, wrapping his shirt around her fingers and pulling him closer. “Turns out,” she whispered against his mouth, “that people don’t find the idea of a unisex bathroom that exciting.” “But you do?” He chuckled, dipping his head in and claiming her mouth in a kiss that completely erased whatever she would’ve said in response to his question.