Uncle Sex Novels & Stories

We rented a car to drive us to the academy, and as we approached the gates, Uncle Ziah tossed a pack of condoms to his son. "Make sure to always strap," Uncle Ziah said, prompting Alex to burst into laughter. My dad's face contorted in irritation. “You're so fucking shameless, Ziah.” My dad had told me that Uncle Ziah was just as reckless in his youth until he found love. I also discovered that my mom was the mate of both my dad and his brothers, which made me cringe knowing she had had sex with both Uncle Zeke and Ziah before settling with my dad.

I'd taught her all there was to know about pleasing me as well as herself. It was something my uncle had shared with us boys about women, or at least the women we would one day choose to be ours, he'd said. There was one sure way to keep your woman happy. Fuck her often and well. The often part was no problem, but the well would take some doing. He'd taught us about pleasing women, even got us tutorials and shit. He was a real throwback, my uncle. In the old days, he would've taken us to a house of ill repute.

"Ooh, we did it in the stairwell, standing up. And afterward, he came inside me." Cornelia's voice sounded a bit strained. My uncle's caressing and the memory of fucking the postman excited her greatly. "You horny bitch" my uncle gasped and put his face back between her legs. "Do I have to take you more often to keep my hands off other men?" My aunt laughed. Her voice sounded even more trembling now as she asked him to lick her well. Manfred massaged her buttocks and then also pulled out the piece of cloth between her buttocks to stroke her in between.

"You know, calling me your uncle makes it sound like I'm much older than you, I'm just 24. I can just call you my little sis, you get that ?" "Oh no, don't tell me you're scared your friends would make fun of you, when they see I'm your niece and you don't wanna be a big uncle. That's incredible." Tiffany said, laughing at his darkened expression. "Heyy, you get it, so stop with the joke. I mean don't call me an uncle anymore." He said, slightly pinching his nose, while staring daggers at Tiffany, who seemed happy making fun of him. "A big uncle doesn't wanna be an uncle anymore, what could be the possible reasons this old uncle doesn't want to be an uncle. " She said, faking a reluctant fac

When Akiko finally recognized the messy hair, she screamed loudly. "Impossible!" Akiko screamed again. She refused to believe the disgusting reality she had just realized. It couldn't be that she slept with her own uncle! "Kenji... Uncle..." Akiko stuttered as she saw the body move, then awoke from her screams. It was definitely her uncle. That was why her aunt was hysterical and kept cursing her. "No... This can't be..." Akiko shook her head. There was no way she had just done the unthinkable with her uncle.

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?"

Frank leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. “Come on, Audrey, don’t lie,” he said smoothly. “Let’s just tell them the truth. We’ve been having an affair ever since. Last night, Audrey couldn’t control her passion for sex, and that’s why she called me to satisfy her. I’m sorry, Uncle. Audrey never loved you. Audrey, let’s go ahead and tell everyone the truth.” Audrey’s world crumbled around her. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around the room. Everyone stared at her with judgment and disbelief.

I looked between them. “What happened?” Aunt Margaret looked delighted to share the story. “Adrian got into a fight over her.” I nearly choked. “What?” The room erupted into laughter. I tried to picture him as a child. Even a few people who had clearly heard the story dozens of times were smiling from ear to ear. “It wasn’t a fight,” Adrian muttered. “It was absolutely a fight,” Aunt Margaret said. “You punched a boy.” She said clearly enjoying the effect the story had on him.

"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'."

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of