Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

I had spent ten years in his company, but it was nothing compared to Yulia, who had just come back. I kept caressing my pregnancy diary in the gloomy and dark basement. The book ended up counting down my last days in this world. “Miss Cooper, you have to deliver this bowl of soup to Miss Little,” a maid said with arrogance, then forced a bowl of hot soup into my hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Mr. Graham. How could he let a murderer stay here?” The soup splashed a little and burned the base of my thumb, forming a few blisters.

“Oh, my goodness. This needs us to go to the Jacuzzi. I want you to tell me all the details.” “Are you not listening to me? I can’t go out on a date.” “Uncle, that’s not fair.” “Why am I not surprised?” he exhales. “I need you to submit the reports about the court cases, and that’s final.” He storms out of the room. “Who is your date?” Linda asks as if her uncle didn’t walk out of the room like he wanted to throw something against the wall. “Nam Ji-Hwan.” “No!” she gasps. Her hands are on her cheeks, and her eyes are as wide as plates; it’s almost comical.

*** The front door creaked as I stepped inside, expecting the familiar smell of dust, leftover whiskey, and stale cigar smoke. But the air was empty. Not just the air, the whole damn house. Gone. The worn leather sofa where I’d cried myself to sleep after Mom left? Gone. The kitchen table with burn marks from my terrible attempt at making crème brûlée for Father’s birthday? Gone. My bedroom, the only space that had been mine, was gutted. No bed. No closet. Not even the chipped mug I kept on the windowsill filled with pens that didn’t work.

As I walked down the hall, I heard the water running in our shower in the bathroom. As I reached the bathroom door, I saw it was wide open. I looked inside to find Uncle Ray in the shower. Do not ask me why, but our shower had a clear see-through shower curtain. I think it was because mom was afraid someone would Hitchcock her like in ones of in movies.

I replied to him honestly. "Does it makes you horny while you voyeur at me in the bathroom, Nicklaus?" Uncle asked softly as his hand slowly moved and caressed my shoulder. "Yes, it makes me hornier, uncle, you're so fucking hot," I admit though I'm a little bit embarrassed. "I want to taste you too, Nicklaus," Uncle said and my eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing what uncle just said.

And soon. “Ah, I see we’re back in the land of the living.” A voice, filled with amusement, has me peeling my face from the toilet seat and jerking around to face him. It’s a mistake. It feels like my stomach is trying to force itself up into my throat. I swallow. Hard. After wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I force myself to rise. There’s something about the glint in Uncle Glynn’s eyes that makes me want to be on my feet, instead of low to the ground, trapped in the corner of the bathroom.

Maybe I should just stay here, let whatever loose Lombardi or Coppola soldier find me to end the confusion. No. Mama and Baba raised me better than that. Calimerises don’t give up. I scrub the tears off my face and sit up just as the front door slams open. “All right, let’s whip this place into some kind of fucking shape,” Uncle John says, his voice muted by the distance between Dante’s office and the front foyer. “Where does Dino keep his papers?” Someone replies. Maybe several someones. I can’t make out the words. “Because I’m the fucking boss now,” Uncle John snaps.

Johnny says, extending his hand toward me and greeting me with a bright smile. "Anna," I smile and shake his hand. "Ethan, is this your girl?" Johnny asks him. "It is. Isn't she beautiful?" Ethan asks, pulling me into his side. "She is. Now tell me, what are you doing with a loser like him?" He asked me. Ethan playfully pushes him out of the bathroom, and they begin to wrestle. This is what I wish Ethan and Dane were like. I can tell that Ethan likes his uncle, and I'm glad to see this kind of interaction.

Just as she began to relax, her phone, which was lying on the glass table, suddenly vibrated. Eliza took it and opened it nonchalantly. She received a text from 'Little uncle'. The words 'little uncle' displayed on the screen irritated Eliza terribly. Her hand waggled accidentally causing the hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. “Hiss” Eliza couldn't help but groan softly due to the burning sensation on her skin. 'What does he want to do now?' Eliza bitterly opened the text message, it's just a short and dominant message: [Add me on W******p.]

And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why that made my pussy itch with uncontrollable wanton lust. When we arrived at uncle Joe’s daddy and the chauffer took care of the luggage as uncle Joe led me into his home, and guided me to my living quarters for the duration of my stay in California. The bedroom was all in pretty baby pink with a queen sized ruffled canopy style bed painted white with pink and white linen, and white shelves all around the pink room with nothing but dolls displayed on all of them. The vanity, and dresser matched the bed perfectly making for a nursery fit for a 10-year-old girl more than for a grown young woman. And as I stood there in a daze taking in the whole