Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

I don't even know if he's gay, I thought uncle is just doing this because he's drunk. "B-But you're straight, uncle. Why do you want to fuck me?" I asked with a confused face but uncle just laughed softly at me and ruffles my hair teasingly. "I'm straight, Nick, but my dick always loves some adventure. I always fuck my girls in their asshole and you have a hole so I'm gonna fuck you tonight." Uncle replied and tried to insert his finger inside my hole again. "Wait uncle, do you have a lubricant?" I asked him.

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

Lance leaned in and his attention seemed to be set on my uncle. “My father disowned him years ago. My father doesn’t like him being gay to the point that he despises being around him. He says it’s a sin which just bothers me a lot because I do think his hatred of him goes against everything that he believes in. They had a huge fight about religion and stuff and my dad told my uncle not to go near us ever again and since then, I never saw or heard of him.” I was already wrapped in the moment of sadness and a bit of nostalgia. I’m confused of course and even after all these years; I still wonder about where my uncle could be. Is he okay? Is he eating decent food? Is he living under a roof? Did

“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.”

Damn his meticulous mind and his inability to let anything go. "People change their phrasing." "People also lie." He was directly behind me now. I could feel the warmth of his body, the careful inches he maintained. "You told us not to drink Genevieve's tea tomorrow. Why?" "It was a metaphor." "Genevieve made tea this morning. She offered it to you first. You refused. I saw you dump it into the potted fern when you thought no one was watching." Ice slid down my spine. I'd been so careful. I'd waited until the room was empty, or so I'd thought. But Silas was always watching and always cataloging and always seeing.

"You boys aren't leaders you are boys playing the role when you learn to love her then you will learn to leave childish shit behind. Now like your Uncle Sean would say dick up and become a man" Uncle Sean would tell my dads that when ever they pissed of mom enough that she'd go back to her old apple which she still has. Dick up means that if your a real man take it to the chopping block if you still have it when the fight is done then your a real man if you lost it your a boy or a pussy.

But Mom raised me not to hit women, and violence wouldn’t solve anything. Instead, I paste a fake smile. “That’s no way to address your step-father, dear daughter.” Her rapt attention focuses on her Uncle. “Uncle Yosef, can I speak with him… alone?” “Is he really worth it?” Yosef utters indolently. “If I didn't know Tristan, I’d have called him a fool. This…wretched…” “You know exactly why he’s doing this!” Amanda says. “He’s always been the one.”

And grand uncle was banging her so hard, she was crying. Then on seeing him, grand uncle gestured for him to come forward. Grand uncle was so terrifying and he dared not disobey. He did. Went forward and saw the nakedness of his grand uncle’s lower part. Aunty Bailey was fully naked aside from the stupid makeup on her face. “Come, join me, touch this meat, Emerson,” Grand Uncle had commanded, not invited. It was an order he couldn't turn down. When Emerson complied, placing his small hands on his own young aunty's naked breast, trembling and scared, his grand uncle with his tongue stuck out in sheer pleasure and enjoyment, left him an advice:

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

Remembering the torture I went through last night till this morning, I didn't hesitate to stop him in his tracks. "You can't do that. You promised to reward me if I could hold up all night. And I did it! So why are you stalling!?" I cried, my voice shaking. "You still want me to go ahead with it, even when you know it's wrong? An Uncle shouldn't be fucking his niece, you know?" I wanted to remind him that were were not blood related and he was six years older than me but I kept my mouth shut. Wrong or not, it didn't change my fact that I had spent a great deal of my time masturbating to thoughts of him and was about to get the real thing.