Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

Even now, with the empire’s weight on their shoulders, these moments grounded them. The door burst open with theatrical flair. Romnick stormed in, arms laden with bottles and an absurdly oversized teddy bear that dwarfed his frame. “Uncle Romnick, reporting for diaper duty! Who’s first? I’ve got the skills—wipes, powders, the whole arsenal!” His grin was infectious, cutting through the fatigue.

"In goes the flour. Eggs next. What can uncle make with eggs?" I drew out this shopping trip for as long as I could, because the moment I came home, uncle waited by the door. He had changed from his suit into an expensive all black outfit with a button up shirt, as well as handmade Italian shoes. He smelled fresh too and looked clean, like always. Right now he was glaring at me with crossed arms, tapping his foot. "To my office, Michael."

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."

Izzy asked excitedly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. “Well, more like a hotel and resort, my uncle owns the place…” Carl replied, which made Izzy even more nervous. “Carl, is this Uncle S.A. or Uncle S.S. the one you keep talking about, is he old?” Izzy couldn’t help but ask, as they were getting into the car waiting for them at the airport. “No, he’s still young, probably around 34 or 35, why?” The anxiety that had troubled Izzy earlier intensified, mixing with fear and concern.

“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.

I smiled, feeling butterflies go on a rampage in my belly. "You didn't buy tickets for us?" My mom teased and we chuckled. "No ma'am, but next time, I'll make arrangements for you." "It's alright. I just wanted to ruffle your feathers." She said. Winking at me, my mom added. "You should be thankful to your uncle. Look at how he cares for you." "Oh, I am grateful for him all the time." I said, feeling breathless. I glanced at him and he had a gentle smile on his face but the look in his eyes spoke otherwise. I could feel my pussy moisten at the look and I quickly looked away before I embarrassed myself.

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 am ready, baby,” Uncle announced, coming out of the closet wearing my selected olive-colored turtle-neck t-shirt and black jeans, looking handsome and specs on his face giving him a model look I was staring at him like a boy next door. “Satisfied” Uncle asked hugging me from behind. “Five minutes,” I said hiding my blushing face, applying concealer on my neck hiding the love bites he had given me in two days. “Why are you hiding” He asked, caging me in his embrace from behind. I was in a strap crop top and shorts he was playing with my strap.

She has never openly insulted me and for that I'm grateful. I head for my Uncle's office. The door opens and a strange man walks out of it. He looks Russian with his Gray eyes, full beard and a mustache. He has a fedora hat on and I spot a scar running from his ear down to his chin. He pulls the hat lower and walks past me. I'm probably the one with the problem but the moment he walks by the aura he let off made me the air on my neck stand. A loud smash breaks out of Uncle's room and I immediately barge in. "What i-" I stop midway to see my uncle looking enrage and furious. The veins on his head are threatening to pop out of his head. The buttons on his shirt are hardly keeping it together.