Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

The veins on his forehead popped out, to show how indignant this uncle of mine is. “What's wrong? Is it a crime for me to masturbate? Damn it, other girls are doing it!” “But not to the thoughts of their uncles!” “Then, do you mean I can do it to the thoughts of other guys?” “No.” His outburst made me raise a brow. “No?”

"Do you have a date or something?" "No! Gerry is coming over!" I blurted out. "I see," Uncle raised one eyebrow in amusement. Even at his mature age of fifty-two, he was still a handsome man. Gabz's little nickname for him was the Sexy-Silver-Fox. Uncle always tried to shelter his blush whenever Gabz would address him by her name for him. As for Aunty, she found it inappropriate. "It's not like that, we're Just acquaintances." Why did I just say that? I sounded guilty of something.

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

However, he'd never noticed Zander's eyes before, so he wasn't sure. He said, "I didn't encounter Uncle Zander much when I was little. Grandpa and Grandma might be better judges of specific facial characteristics, but…" His eyes dimmed. "Grandpa and Grandma have already grieved the loss of their child once, leaving them in deep despair, so Uncle Zeke and Uncle Zander are taboo in the family. I don't want to mention their names." "Yes, it would devastate Grandpa and Grandma." Lucy said, "Why don't we quietly investigate this?"

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

The word boomed across the hall, cutting through every scream and whisper. It came from my uncle, Uncle Vittorio; his face red, spit flying from his mouth as he jabbed a finger toward us. “A disgrace!” he roared. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you realize the shame you’ve brought onto this family?” The word, scandal; sliced through me sharper than any blade. All my life, that was the word I’d been warned against. The word whispered at dinner tables, thrown like knives at anyone who stepped out of line. Don’t be a scandal. Don’t bring shame. Don’t be different.

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”