Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

He needs her as a whole. Kevin is gaping at them with shock. His fist tightened with jealousy. Just now she slapped him when he was about to hug her. But she willingly hugged his uncle. In the last two years, she never allowed him to touch her like a lover. A small peck on the cheek and side hugs were the most she allowed him to do. Anything more from his side used to make her uncomfortable and she used to make excuses. But now, she looks more than comfortable in his uncle's arms. And it is not sitting well with him.

Harmonia realized that she had put herself in a spot, so she reacted quickly and said, “Well, how can my uncle be like everyone else?” He chuckled. “Young lady, you want to use taboo as an excuse? I’ll play along with you, then.” Harmonia panicked, “Uncle, are you eyeing your nephew's girlfriend?” He remained calm, showing no denial whatsoever. ‘I would indulge in greed, anger, and infatuation for your sake, and I’ll never look back even if it's an irretrievable disaster.’ “Why don’t you become a scumbag’s aunt instead of marrying him for the second time? What do you think, Miss Marsh?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” But Bennie had stopped listening the moment he slid a finger inside her. His brain fogged over with unholy, untamed, ravenous desire. Must. Fuck. Niece. "So fucking tight and hot around uncle's finger," he cut her off with a rumble. "Can't wait for it to be uncle's dick, can you?"

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

The whole table erupted in laughter again, and I couldn't help but smile despite myself. Saint looked like he didn't know where to look, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat because of his Papa's comment. "I did not need to hear that, pops." "Didn't know my son was so gay that he can't take a joke!" chuckled Uncle Roberto. Uncle Roberto was convinced that anything remotely girly was gay, even if it was just a sprinkle-covered ice cream cone or getting offended at his lame and sexist jokes. Weird uncle. Aunt Maria, his wife, shot him a look with her cold, blue eyes. "You're not funny, Rob."

"The doctor didn't say I can't drink, Alpha." "Good." He hands him a glass of gin and takes his seat. "Sorry about last night. I have some personal shıt going on." "I know," he replies. "I saw the posts before it was taken down. You were right to delete it quickly. It's as shameful for you as it is for her." Tyrel gulps down the drink and wince. "My uncle took it down, not me. I guess he was worried about me." That's it. Uncle Zee wouldn't want people laughing at his own nephew. That's why he ordered it deleted immediately.

“I take it this book is unique and only exists here.” He nodded. “You’re clever, like your mother. So stay that way. Anything that happens between these walls must stay hidden. If you’re caught, burn your tongue before you sell us out. One wrong move and we’re doomed.” He got up, Evelyn in his arms and walked away, closing the door behind him. He made it sound as if spreading the secret was a huge offense. Well, I understood what grandpa said. But for my Uncle to make it sound taboo, it was extreme.

“I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?” "Being his Uncle, mean we can't be in bed together, I'd thought you're a friend on maybe a business partner of the Carter's at worst" I turned to him, folding my hands under my bossom, "But an 'Uncle'? That's family, and a whole generation of difference at that" "We can't be together" I concluded, My eyes on him.

His gaze stayed locked on me, not with love, not even regret, but with the pure humiliation of a man watching his control disintegrate. I tilted my head slightly, a faint, taunting smile curving my lips. "Oh, did I strike a nerve?" I murmured, my tone soft but slicing. "Your uncle is everything, you'll never be stronger, more confident... and infinitely better at making me feel something down there." I say, gesturing between my legs just to piss him off. His jaw tensed. "Shut up." The words came through gritted teeth, each one tight with fury. "Don't talk about my uncle like that in that shameless way."

She stepped closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “That’s… well, that’s because there’s actually a secret about his cousin’s identity.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression shifting into something uneasy. “It’s more of a taboo in their family, so it’s not something people talk about openly. It's like an open secret.” My brows shot up. “Taboo? What does that even mean?” Ruby wet her lips, her eyes darting briefly toward Marcus, who had subtly drifted closer, no doubt sensing my tension then back to me.