Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

Another captures Christmas morning - me in footie pajamas, surrounded by wrapping paper and beaming at a purple pair of rollerskates. The beer goes down easy as I flip through memories. Dad at my first spelling bee. Dad showing me how to change a tire. Dad pretending to be terrified when I gave him his first "makeover" with dollar store makeup. A knock at the door startles me from my reverie. Through the peephole, I spot a familiar weathered face topped with silver hair. "Uncle Jagger?" I pull open the door. "There's my favorite grease monkey!" His arms open wide. "Though I guess it's bandages instead of motor oil these days."

“Well, what I can tell you is, you father just struck a huge business deal with Zak and the party is to celebrate the win, anything beyond that I am not in the position to say” “I am not interested in anything relating to dad’s business, I am not coming” I said simply. “Like you have a choice. You know El Russo does not make suggestions, this is an order.” I shrugged, I understood the consequences of declining my father’s invitation, but I felt unbothered anyways. “Wear this, and look your best” My uncle said laying the gown on the bed beside me and walking away. I ignored the piece of material, but the silver necklace accompanying it caught my attention.

Only then was Albert satisfied. He looked at Eliza and said to her: "Eliza, this party is for your uncle. I will have the servants clean Fredrik's bedroom, so you don't have to worry about it. It's just that Fredrik is abroad all year round. He is still single so I will invite ladies from a well-known family to attend the party, I wish he could start a family sooner.” "Okay, I see." It turned out that the party was for Fredrik. As she remembered, this uncle was supposed to be turning thirty-two this year. He was old enough to be called uncle. "Does uncle's bedroom have to be ready tonight?"

“I’m ready to impress a crowd,” Rue stood down there with a bright smile. “You look splendid,” “So do you,” she was wearing a black turtleneck top with a pair of black jeans with embellished crystals and rhinestones. She looked like a 90s punk rock kid and it really suited her. “Come on then. Let’s go, we’ll see you later uncle Kieran,” “Oh,” his dad ran to him and wrapped his neck in a warm red woolen scarf. “See you later Rue. Take good care of my son.”

Zina's POV “Uncle, why are you looking like that?” I commented as I walked up to my uncle, who looked like he was just a wild animal because of how tattered, and bruised he looked. His clothes looked ruffled like he was rough handled, and also stained with blood, which I presumed was his. I don't even know whether I'm supposed to laugh or not, but whatever I was feeling at the moment I held it in because people were giving him a questioning gaze.

Lukas smirked, looking down at Annabel with a mischievous, teasing gaze that sparkled in his eyes. For a split second, Annabel thought she saw Uncle Lukas with pointy wolf ears on his head, like the big bad wolf from her favorite storybook who tricked little girls! His sharp smile made him look sneaky and dangerous. "Uncle is like a bad dog. I will protect Mommy from you!" she squeaked, her voice wobbling. "Heheh, sure you should, little one. After all, I can eat her up anytime I want," Lukas said playfully, leaning forward. He made a big dramatic gesture with his hands, pretending to chomp down with huge bites toward her, showing his teeth like fangs.

“Wait—you’re the guy on the motorcycle from the other day!” He smiled, his eyes crinkling behind a large mask. His voice was warm and teasing as he said, “Guilty as charged.” Before I could say more, Xander tugged at my sleeve. “Sister, you misunderstood. He’s Nancy’s uncle.” Nancy’s uncle? I blinked, confused, just as a little girl in a puffy dress came running up. She held cotton candy identical to the one I’d kicked away. “Uncle, why are you lying on the ground?” she asked, her big eyes wide with surprise.

he added, smiling at me. “OK, but you will have to show me how to jack you off,” I said as I scooted over next to him. “Let’s get undressed first,” Uncle Ray said, standing up in front of me. When he stood up, his cock was directly in my face. His jogging pants were bulging way out in front of him. Uncle Ray slipped his shirt off, then he stepped out of his jogging pants with his back to me. I noticed he had a cute butt as well. Uncle Ray turned back around and his cock danced in front of my face. I reached out and touched the head of his cock with my fingertip. His cock felt springy to the touch of my finger. I laughed when I took my finger and pushed his cock down some, then removed my fin

I smiled back at her. "Yeah I agree with her" uncle Richard said with a pleased smile. "Did you like my surprise?" dad asked while hugging me from the side. "Yes very much," I said with a faint smile. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to see uncle and aunty here but dad could have at least should have given me little hints. So I could have changed it into something appropriate. I was wearing a hoodie with only my bra inside and a pair of shorts. I once more smiled and moved my eyes behind them to find out no one was there.

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.