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

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

Jenna’s P.O.V. I stood alone in the dimly lit kitchen of my late uncle’s house. It was getting late and the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the dusty windows, casting long shadows across the old linoleum floor. My uncle’s kitchen was a time capsule, with faded floral wallpaper and checkered tablecloth that had seen better days. Uncle Ben had never been the kind of man to want to best of the best, the man had always lived a simple and yet happy life.

She said, "Uncle, can you spit in the trash next time and wrap it in tissue paper? It's not hygienic." The man was unhappy and said, "What's not hygienic about it? In my hometown, everyone does it. It's just you city folks being pretentious." Susan dared not speak out and angrily cleaned up. She then went to the bathroom. Judy awkwardly stood there. She regained her senses and took the groceries to the kitchen. She wanted to ask Susan what was going on. At that moment, she heard a man's voice from John's bedroom, "Mom, Mom."

"Jo, be honest. It would be really embarrassing, wouldn't it, if I suddenly asked to use the bathroom right after this door opens?" He burst out in a low laugh that made his shoulders shake. And what's worse? As soon as the giant door swung open, revealing the graceful figure of Bertha and Grandpa Grant, sitting mightily in his wheelchair, Jonah revealed my trump card without any hesitation. "Mom, Grandpa, we'll go straight to my bedroom first," Jonah said with an innocent smile. "Hazel needs to use the bathroom, she says urgently." Good job, Jonah Bennett. "T-that... Mrs. Bertha, Chairman, I'd like to excuse myself. I apologize for not having a chance to greet you properly and instead askin

It wasn’t a new thing I have always fantasized about my uncle, I have always cum to the thought of him every fucking time. But the actual thought of him touching me, making me cum. Shit, my dick thickened at the thought. I had imagined his fingers in my hole last night, fucking me with it and making me cum thrice. “No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..”.

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

Uncle Harrison whispered, caressing my back. “Do you enjoy sleeping on my bed?” He asked, scooping me from the floor, and adjusting us in the bathtub. “Yes…” I replied. He smiled, pecking my lips, taking body wash in his hand, he cleaned myself bothering my intimate parts. “Uncle…” I moaned when he rubbed my clitoris. “I am cleaning you” He chuckled. “You are teasing me” I complained. “I am thinking until I go inside playing with your sweet little clitoris,” He said, rubbing again.