Novel & Cerita Uncle Nick Full House

My fear strangled me, making every word stick in my throat. Then his palm slammed against the table with a loud, echoing bang! The sound rattled through my bones, jolting me into speech. “My name is—” My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. “Katrina Jones… but my friends and family call me Kiki.” He leaned back slightly, repeating the name as if testing its weight. “Kiki.” Hearing him say it made my head snap up. My eyes locked on his face, searching for a clue of what he meant by speaking it that way. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were waiting to see how I would react.

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?”

She smiles at me triumphantly, as we walk to the car, her firm, round ass cheeks swinging against each other inside her skin tight jeans. "Nick and I just got back from settling uncle Harry's affairs." Mom says over her shoulder to Susan. Mom insisted we sit in the back seat together so we could visit. "Nick met a nice girl and wants to move there." Mom says, teasingly. "That's great." Susan says. "Nick met a girl." Then she whispers to me, "Now you won't have to sit around jacking off twice a day, dreaming of your sister's tits, like a pervert."

It was her ex-husband. “Why is your Uncle in a wheelchair?” Nita was quiet. Her uncle didn’t utter a word either. She was irritated by his presence but had to keep her cool. She ignored him and wheled her Uncle in the opposite direction. Dennis followed after them and grabbed Nita’s hand tightly. “How dare you walk out on me? Who do you think you are?” Dennis roared. Nita forcefully freed herself from his grip and pointed. “You have no right to question me. If you had good intentions, then you should have greeted my uncle first and not behaved like the manner-less being that you are.”

She smiles at me triumphantly, as we walk to the car, her firm, round ass cheeks swinging against each other inside her skin tight jeans. "Nick and I just got back from settling uncle Harry's affairs." Mom says over her shoulder to Susan. Mom insisted we sit in the back seat together so we could visit. "Nick met a nice girl and wants to move there." Mom says, teasingly. "That's great." Susan says. "Nick met a girl." Then she whispers to me, "Now you won't have to sit around jacking off twice a day, dreaming of your sister's tits, like a pervert."

The bright red mark of my palm and fingers appeared on his pale cheek almost immediately. "How dare you," I said, my entire body shaking with fury. "How dare you speak about him like that. He is your uncle. He is the head of your entire family. He is dead, Davis. He is dead and you are standing here in front of me talking about him like he was just some inconvenient obstacle."

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

“I have seen both of my parents naked, and when I was younger I walked in on them having sex at least three times. After the last time they locked the door. Anyway, you wouldn’t have seen anything you didn’t want to see if you had of just knocked on the door instead of picking the lock” Rolling my eyes at him we headed into the rose garden to find Uncle Nick who seemed to be deep in thought. The closer we got to him I was glad to see he had almost fully healed, well physically. After what he had been through, he wouldn’t mentally heal overnight; it would take years. “Are you ok?” I asked sitting beside Uncle Nick. “Hey kiddo, I was just thinking about something that William said. Apparently,

"Nickolas." I freeze, my hand hovering in midair as I recognize the stern, almost disapproving tone. Slowly, I turn to face my uncle, wondering why the fuck he just call me by my full name? "Uncle," I greet him, inclining my head slightly as he approaches. But as he draws near, I see his nostrils flare, his brow furrowing in a deep frown that sends a tendril of unease slithering down my spine. "You reek of her scent," he says bluntly, his lip curling in distaste.