Uncle Niece Incest Novels & Stories

In my mother’s basement with her stepbrother’s hand on my throat. “Moaning for your uncle,” he says, voice dark with disgust and desire. “You really are a slut. Sending nudes to strangers wasn’t enough, you needed your mother’s brother to put his hands on you.” “You’re not my real uncle—”

I stood there—coffee trembling in my cup—cunt clenching fresh around the memory of Tyler’s cum still inside me. Tonight. Uncle Mark. The boathouse. I was already throbbing again. This should be taboo, incest even, but at least Uncle Mark wasn't fully blood with my Dad. The family dynamic was weird...

She called him brother, and he actually kissed her still! She’d only read about incestuous relationships in passing. She didn’t have a strong opinion of them, only felt that it must be very awkward and improper. She thought of her handsome uncle. Despite his good looks, she would never ever have those sorts of thoughts about him! And even her dad, ranked among the top handsome men in the world, how could she ever think of kissing him?

It was more than enough heads up to stay away from her and her illicit thoughts of wanting to fuck your own gender. “Sorry to burst your bubble, aunty Emily…” I had contemplated about the way to address her. Now being aware that our relationship was fucking fucked up and complicated into a mess. I had turned a niece to someone about my own age…. But then the relationship was getting more fuck and twisted, because her uncle Diego was fucking his step sister’s age mate who was coincidentally going to be his step daughter. Fuck all this thousands of complicated steps. Gaging my gaze and thoughts back to her to have my statement ripping into continuation. “It won’t happen but you’re did welcome

he scoffed. “I thought you were stupid, but then—You are not just stupid but absolutely mad. You went ahead and had sex with a female from that cursed family. You actually fucked a Harnes. After all they had done to us—after my brother. Yet you went ahead and fucked one of them,” my uncle—Richard yelled. “You are as bad as the people who killed your own father,” he spat. His words hit like a slap. My dark gaze watched him, as a poisonous smile curled at my lips on hearing his words.

“Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.” The smirk vanished from Adams’s face. For a long moment, he said nothing, his jaw tightening. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his tone clipped. “You always know how to twist the knife. Fine. Nephew or not, the point remains the same. You’ll have to face what’s coming. We both will.” Liam gave a quiet laugh. “And what’s coming, Adams? More games? More scrambling for the scraps of inheritance you think will make you untouchable?”

But I don't want to miss this opportunity, I want my uncle to fuck me even if I know it will fucking hurt me. "Ride my huge dick, Nicklaus," Uncle ordered and I wasted no more time, I immediately stood up and lay on top of my uncle's lap. I grabbed my uncle's huge dick and pointed it at my hole, my body tremble as I tried to ride my uncle's huge dick. "Ugh! Ugh!" Uncle and I muttered at the same time, I winced when I felt as if uncle's huge dick was tearing the skin in my hole. "Fuck! Fuck! You're so fucking huge, uncle." I cuss sharply and I almost fainted when my uncle finally buried his long and huge dick inside my tight hole.

Shane turned at the voice and dropped my wrist like it burned him, straightening up fast. Yeah, he still feared his mom's younger brother. "Uncle Quentin? What are you doing here? Thought you were still overseas for work?" Under Quentin's stare, Shane squirmed. Then he turned on me. "This isn't on me—it's her! That girl's nuts!" He jabbed a finger at my face. "You remember Mirelle, right? She's lost it. Shows up in a wedding dress just to cause drama, now she's pretending she's marrying someone else!"

"And she's my fiancée. If you have a problem with that, you can leave." "Oh I have a problem with it." Margaret stepped further into the room. "My sister has been dead three years and you're already replacing her with some child." "I'm twenty five," I said quietly. "Not a child." "You're twenty two years younger than him." She turned back to Trenton. "What would Isolde think? Her widower seducing girls barely out of college?" "Isolde told me to move on," Trenton said, his voice dangerous. "She made me promise not to spend the rest of my life alone."

The myth of who he was and what he could do. I turned around in bed, the sheets tangled at my feet. Scenes from dinner replayed in my mind. Dante’s smirk, the way his eyes lingered on me and the moment our skins touched. I closed my eyes briefly. I should not be feeling this way. He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man.