Uncle Niece Taboo Novels & Stories

Harmonia realized that she had put herself in a spot, so she reacted quickly and said, “Well, how can my uncle be like everyone else?” He chuckled. “Young lady, you want to use taboo as an excuse? I’ll play along with you, then.” Harmonia panicked, “Uncle, are you eyeing your nephew's girlfriend?” He remained calm, showing no denial whatsoever. ‘I would indulge in greed, anger, and infatuation for your sake, and I’ll never look back even if it's an irretrievable disaster.’ “Why don’t you become a scumbag’s aunt instead of marrying him for the second time? What do you think, Miss Marsh?”

Trust me, just a little. I can't stop myself. He's curious about the flavor of other foods, and so, I let him have them. But of course, not too much. My wife will kill me if I'm going to give him too much. "Uncle Bryce and Uncle Isequel were talking about a girl earlier. That brings my attention on a different level. On a gossip type of person level. "And?"

I had seen a few pictures of what my mum looked like as a baby, and they looked identical. “May the goddess help their mates” Uncle Nick laughed from in his seat earning a head slap from Aunt Marie who had been sitting beside him beaming with joy. “And that’s supposed to mean?” I asked slightly confused yet growing irritated. “They are going to be gorgeous when they grow up and let’s face it any man that’s mated to them is going to have Jake to deal with, poor fuckers won’t know what hit them ha ha. If I were you Angel, I’d be getting in contact with that grandmother of yours and asking her to make sure she mates them girls to someone with a pair of balls” I couldn’t prevent the snort that l

His mouth was by my ear now, his lips brushing the shell. My eyes fluttered as if they wanted to close, but I refused to let them. This was wrong. So wrong and yet it felt so good. “We’re all alone,” he finally said, and I heard the way he inhaled sharply for a second in mock-surprise. Teasing. Menacing. “What shall we do?” I shook my head, but I didn’t know what I was denying. I knew what was racing through my thoughts. They were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. This man was my uncle. Related to me.

Laughter erupted from one side of the room. For a moment, I simply sat there listening. Trying to focus on anything except the growing knot in my stomach. Then Aunt Margaret pointed her fork toward Adrian. “Oh, tell her about Rebecca.” The reaction was immediate because Adrian closed his eyes. “No.” Everyone laughed. My eyebrows lifted. “Who’s Rebecca?” I was eager to know now. “You don’t need to know.” He said but I could tell there was no going back. “She absolutely needs to know,” Aunt Margaret disagreed. I looked between them.

"Yes." "I'm not going to blame you for giving up right away, but please, oh, please extend your patience, Coreen. My nephew was nice when he was a kid, but when his mom died because his dad left them, he changed drastically. That child only needs care and love, and hopefully, you will stay longer." She replied with a smile because she didn't want to be confident and said she would last. What if her nephew is a monster? She returned her attention to the contract and frowned slightly while reading the rules. NEVER GET TOO CLOSE TO HIM. NEVER TOUCH HIM. It's all caps. Angry letters. Emphasized.

All the related posts on the campus network were deleted, and analysis was posted. She was awash with grievances, but it caused more trouble. "Does your Uncle have a girlfriend? He may not have. It's rumored that he has been single, and never got close to women! " "Yes, yes, I remember, and it's rumored that he was ugly, and someone even said he was gay!" "I don't care. I like him even if he is a gay. If I can make him straight, what a fulfilling thing!" "Renee, do you have his phone number?"

I shifted, thighs pressing together. Those sleep orgasms left me waking up soaked, craving the real thing. Was it wrong to want my uncle like that? He wasn't blood—Mom's brother by marriage or something? Wait, no. Mom always called him "your uncle," but technically, he was her late husband's brother. Step-uncle? Whatever. The taboo made it hotter. My phone buzzed again—not Elorm. Unknown number. "Stay away from Moretti. Or else."My blood ran cold. What the—? I stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Reply? Block? Call Mark?

The table shook, papers flying, will scattering like confetti. "Feel that, you taboo whore? Uncle's cock splitting you while they watch your cunt take it." He pounded ruthless, hips slapping my ass loud enough to echo over the cries. The piercing dragged my walls, hitting my cervix with each slam, the toy vibrating wild against him. Relatives horror-frozen, some vomiting, others praying. An uncle tried climbing a window, glass cracking. "Let us out!" Uncle tugged my hair, arching my back. Tits bounced for all to see, rings jingling. "Beg louder, niece. Tell them how you love family cock breeding you."

"Except Megan isn't going to run off with any men. I plan on keeping her to myself. Her cunt is way too sweet for me to sell." "Yeah, and you don't have to worry about earning money," Uncle Ron filled in. "But I do hope you'll share our niece's cunt with me. I didn't come halfway around the world for nothing." "Of course you can have her cunt, but let's keep this one in the family. Our little niece whore shouldn't have to spread her legs for other men. We have other whores for that."