Uncle Sex Novels & Stories

A shattered engagement. A night of forbidden passion. And the ruthless mafia Don who now owns her. Elena DeLuca thought she was marrying the man she loved until she caught Marcus Rossi in bed with her stepsister. Betrayed and discarded, she drowns her pain in a stranger's arms for one searing, anonymous night. The stranger is Don Damien Rossi Marcus's feared, disfigured, wheelchair-bound uncle, a masked kingpin rumored to be as broken as he is deadly. By morning, Elena's father trades her to settle family debts and secure the Rossi alliance. She is sold without consent, handed over like cargo into a gilded cage. But the man behind the mask is far more than the world believes. As Elena

I sat on the couch across from Uncle Jayden with my legs crossed tight, feeling my own wetness smear between my thighs every time I shifted. Every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his dark hair, every time the sweater pulled tight across his chest, my mind supplied the images: him naked, cock hard and heavy, dragging me upstairs and bending me over the guest-room bed. Him shoving the red dress up, spreading my ass with both hands, and driving into me in one brutal stroke. Him telling me to be quiet so Mom and Dad wouldn’t hear their daughter getting fucked raw by her uncle. Dinner was a blur of turkey and mashed potatoes and the constant, low thrum of arousal between my legs

I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to do something really bad and unholy to my leaking pussy. I snapped back to reality when I heard my uncle call my name. By then, he was fully dressed. Wait, did he strip naked in front of me? I wondered. I must have been too distracted to notice. He offered to show me to my room, but I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'll stay in your room tonight, and that's final." Softening my voice, I added, " Don’t you miss me, Uncle Aiden?" I wanted to play on his emotions, to get him to let me stay.

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.

One hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back while the other spanked my ass sharply. “Take it, little niece,” he growled. “Take every inch of your uncle’s cock while your parents sleep right inside the house. Such a dirty fucking slut for me.” He railed me relentlessly, the car rocking slightly with every brutal thrust. I was moaning into my arm, pushing back to meet him, completely lost in the pleasure and danger. Caleb reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. “Cum for Uncle Caleb,” he demanded. “Cum all over my cock like the forbidden little whore you are.”

I cleaned the bedsheet tightly, and he started thrusting his two digits inside me, and I came directly into his mouth. “Umm… Uncle…” I was panting and he was licking my come. “How it's feeling,” Uncle asked, coming to my lips, giving me the taste of my come. He kissed me like a hungry predator, cupping my breast he gave me a massage. “I can't help” Uncle said panting leaving my lips and I felt full he thrusted himself giving me time to adjust his length. We had sex many times, but I always felt pain whenever he entered me.

The thought had me smiling, knowing that compared to his last resolve, he was now weak against whatever we had come to feel. "My uncle? My father's brother wouldn't kiss me like I'm the last female on earth. He wouldn't have me writhing and screaming in pleasure beneath him for him to fill me up with his seed...," I whispered in his ear, enjoying the way his breathing pattern switched again and now, it was getting heavier. I felt him swallow, before opening his mouth to speak. "Aria, I was drunk about sleeping with you and about this kiss, I don't regret it but you're still my niece. I-..

he groaned “ Yes… oh God uncle, please,” she whimpered, aching her back as his thumb found her clitoris, rubbing it with a bruising, rhythmically perfect pressure. He didn't give her a time to catch her breath as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, releasing his monster out. His hard thick rod stood at attention, pulsing with anticipation. He grabbed one of her thighs, hooking it over his hip to open her completely, and without a single word of warning, he drove his massive cock deep inside her.

I heard Daniel tell the lady but with the way she stood there, arms folded, she was a bit hesitant. "I'll be there with you soon." Daniel assured her. "Be done with this as soon as possible. I'll be waiting." The lady responded, her voice tinged with malice as she walked out of the room leaving me and Daniel alone. "There's no need for privacy Daniel. I signed it already." I handed the papers back to him, ready to leave his presence but he was quick to stop me with his words. "I didn't know you had a thong for men older than you, like way older than you. My uncle is in his 40s and I'm pretty sure you are in your 20s, right?" he paused and chuckled which made me angrier than I was already.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”