Uncle Niece Incest Novels & Stories

She asks, showing an annoyed expression. " It was just a fling. She was a foreigner I met online. I decided to play innocent and cute Alpha and she fell for that. But I got caught cheating. Also, but that bitch was another liar who is already pregnant with another man's child! So I don't think it's her!" He says, trying to find any dots to connect any possible relationship with her and his uncle. " You mean she was just a pregnant woman!" " Yeah. You know my uncle likes to do charity sometimes. She might have met him. She isn't her. But I don't remember who it could be! I didn't even hurt that Bitch. So there is no way Uncle will get angry at for hurting his woman!"

I was just doing other women a service by creating awareness about how much of a monster he was… When I didn't respond to him, he reached for my hand, and I quickly jerked away from his touch. "Get off me!" I warned sternly, even though his lips were still curled up into a mocking smile. I knew it might be funny to him, but it wasn't to me, and I wouldn't mind smacking his face to remind him that I'm his uncle's wife and he shouldn't be touching me that way. "What? You think I can't touch you anymore because you're with my uncle?"

“Then, I will do what you asked of me. I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days.” The treat was clear on his face, but it still sent shivers down my spine. My stomach clenched as I hurried to hasten my orgasm. Just like every goddamn time, imagining my uncle doing wicked things to my body, sped up my orgasm. “Cum for me, Doll,” my conjured uncle whispered into my neck. “Fuck, uncle!” With a scream, I orgasmed so hard that it shook my entire body. As I came down from the soul-shattering orgasm, I felt guilty.

A grin spread across my face as I realized he was likely aware of the sounds of our earlier intimacy. “Are we making too much noise for you to sleep, uncle-in-law?” I called out. His frown only deepened in response, which only made me smile wider. But then his words cut through the air, a sharp reminder of the line I had unknowingly crossed. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for fucking my niece, knowing that I've done the same to you?”

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that the older woman whom her son had sex with was actually Yvonne. Judy would not let her son be with Yvonne no matter what. That was incest! Back then, Judy gave birth to Benedict for a gangster at Hoover Alley who was later locked in jail. The gangster was Darren, Yvonne’s biological brother. Based on their family tree, Yvonne was Benedict’s aunt! The aunt had sex with her nephew, and she even got pregnant. This was something Judy would never dream of. What a sin! No way, Judy would never allow her son to be with Yvonne.

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.

Remembering the torture I went through last night till this morning, I didn't hesitate to stop him in his tracks. "You can't do that. You promised to reward me if I could hold up all night. And I did it! So why are you stalling!?" I cried, my voice shaking. "You still want me to go ahead with it, even when you know it's wrong? An Uncle shouldn't be fucking his niece, you know?" I wanted to remind him that were were not blood related and he was six years older than me but I kept my mouth shut. Wrong or not, it didn't change my fact that I had spent a great deal of my time masturbating to thoughts of him and was about to get the real thing.

“Yes, but my niece moved out years ago! We didn’t hear anything from her. She has always been a troublemaker, we had so many issues with her because her mother failed to educate her the right way. And her father was never in the picture either. If she stole from you, we can’t help you find her. I swear to God!” Scoffing, I continue to open the bag, before turning towards him, crossing my arms over my chest. “That’s a lot of words for an incestuous and pedophile bastard.” “Wha-” he breathes out but doesn’t get to finish his stuttering as I punch him straight in the face. Crying out, he lets himself hang in his constraints while I pull out a chair to sit in front of him. I drag him back to sit