Uncle John's Bathroom Readers Novels & Stories

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."

Our store is quite popular for the buyers who want lower prices and our store is remarkable when it comes to that. "Zack, I almost forgot. Your grandpa sent you a letter, I put it above the fridge, I didn't read it, don't worry." Aunt Olive joked, she's in the living room watching television while stitching my worn-out bottom wears. While I'm here in the kitchen washing dishes. Uncle Sam isn't home tonight since he's working a night shift as a guard on a bank. After I finished washing the dishes I dried my palms and took the letter above our old fridge and started reading it.

They both asked in surprise. "Do you want us to arrest him or torture him? Ah, don't let us rape him... sh*t don't, he might still like it, he forgot how flirtatious it is, who is it? the one being punished." "You're really John, you're just being silly." Uncle said laughing. He scratched his head."I'm not kidding." After a few minutes, uncle had to leave because he said he had something important to do. John just talked about funny things until Flyn's phone rang so John stopped talking. Flyn pressed something and put his cellphone back in his pocket.

What? Did he say I? I said it in my head. The tension was a live wire, vibrating with unsaid things. Then his gaze dropped to my mouth for a fleeting, electrifying second. The click of the bathroom door unlocking startled him. He swallowed and looked away. I blinked, confused and also very angry. Angel came out of the bathroom. She looked between our faces, sensing the tension. “Mommy? Mr. Uncle? Are you fighting again?” John ran a hand over his hair. “No, little genius. Just… talking about grown-up things.”

She's obsessed with making her house look perfect, and somehow it does look more than perfect. As soon as we stepped in the living room. I saw my Uncle on the sofa, reading a newspaper. I stopped along with my heart. I could hear my Aunt and Amy behind us chatting like they've been best friends for years. But all I could see was the killer of my parents. Aiden noticed it immediately but he couldn't do anything at the moment as my Aunt appeared behind us and gestured everyone towards my Uncle.

I could leave my things anywhere and nobody would move them or judge them or ask me why I was keeping my medical journals next to the toaster. I set my bag down in the middle of the floor and turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. The living room was maybe ten feet by ten feet. The bedroom was smaller. The bathroom had a shower that was basically a hose attached to the wall. The whole place was smaller than my room back at the mansion, the one where I had spent all those years hiding from the world. And I had never been happier.

His uncle barked a laugh, boisterous and almost threatening. “I didn’t say that, now did I?” Roman retorted, a non-too pleasant smirk stretching his lips. And before the older replica of him could even come up with a retort, he went on, “What brings you here, uncle?” “I heard the rumors,” he deadpanned in a somewhat sarcastic tone of voice, “Roman Bianchi going soft and obsessed over some nurse. I had to see it for myself.” “Oh, didn’t Scarlet give you a good report yet?” He leaned over, getting right into his uncle’s space, uncaring and completely unbothered by his glare.

"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..”.