Novel & Cerita Uncle Taboo

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.

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“Why did you tell me earlier not to call you uncle?” He choked on his coffee as I said that. He drank quietly, then took a glass of water in a frown. For a moment, I thought he would throw it at me, but he placed it back on the table. “The best thing for you is never to mention it again.” “Mr. Kaiden, are you mad at me?” I asked, leaning my lips toward my white drink, watching him. “I’m not mad. I’m just…” “Uncle means old. You’re calling me that…” He hissed, clearly angry. Yes, he really was.

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

"You can't just hook up with a guy. All men are like wolves. They'll use you slyly." Was he talking about my closeness with Theo? But Theo wasn't that kind of person, and I knew him very well. My eyes searched to digest his words. "Does... that also include Uncle?" Uncle Matthew was silent for a moment. His blue eyes still looked deeply at me until he finally nodded slowly while saying, "Yes." I swallowed my saliva. My eyes trembled. If that's the case, it means Uncle Matthew is also like a wolf who will take advantage of me cunningly.

It was like they were being forced to talk to me. “Did your parents put you up to this?” I asked and their eyes widened in surprise. “Yeah, I know your mommy and daddy want you both to fuck my uncle, it is nothing to be ashamed of.”

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?"

"Sit down on my lap, Jean, just the way mom was sitting." "But, I can't, she was sitting on . . .your. . .you were doing it to her." "I was fucking her, Aunt Jean, just the way I'm going to fuck you." "N N No. You're not going to ahh fuck me. I'm your Aunt, it's not right to fuck a close relative, there's a law against it." "But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?"

“Anyway, it’s good to know that you are finally taking life seriously." He doesn’t show even the slightest hint of regret or guilt. I successfully hide my frustration, but I am boiling on the inside. “You don’t have to look at me like that, you know. If you could shoot lasers out of your eyes, I would’ve been turned into ash right now.” His face is stoic, and I’m beginning to wonder if he has a soul. I am still glaring at him, but he seems unbothered. “Uncle, do you have to do that?” Linda chimes in.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.