Uncle Taboo Novels & Stories

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

The table shook, papers flying, will scattering like confetti. "Feel that, you taboo whore? Uncle's cock splitting you while they watch your cunt take it." He pounded ruthless, hips slapping my ass loud enough to echo over the cries. The piercing dragged my walls, hitting my cervix with each slam, the toy vibrating wild against him. Relatives horror-frozen, some vomiting, others praying. An uncle tried climbing a window, glass cracking. "Let us out!" Uncle tugged my hair, arching my back. Tits bounced for all to see, rings jingling. "Beg louder, niece. Tell them how you love family cock breeding you."

Spike and Star’s cute barks calmed him as he kissed them both, clutching them to his chest. Then he continued. “My chaotic family was the reason I never wished to introduce you to them. They are cold-hearted, self-absorbed, and power-hungry people, following the stupid traditions that only favor them. And my uncle is the biggest moron, a vampire who has stopped eating to maximize his powers.” His eyes burned with rage as he growled. “Grandpa’s response made it clear that Uncle had spread the news of your divorce in our community. Gosh, I want to kill him!”

Joe replied, getting busy with his tablet. "Starting tomorrow morning, okay, Uncle?" "Yes." "KIMMY?" "KIMMY!"

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

They all looked at me like I had grown mold on my head. "Sexy?" Raina repeated. I nodded. "Yeah." "Come in," Tone said to him. "That's an awkward adjective to describe your uncle, isn't it?" Anna aske, eyes squinted at me. “What do you mean?” Bri chuckled. “I call my uncle sexy all the time to tease him. It’s obvious her uncle is sexy.” She said and from the slight redness of her face, I could tell she was embarrassed after saying that.

I stood naked infant of the men that I call uncle. In the process, l had woken up Mark who stared at me wide-eyed. His eyes roamed over my body, my big breast. I watched as he analysed me. His eyes darted from one part of my body to the other. Quickly I grabbed the sheet and covered myself. Curses on me for stripping. " what the hell Mark? Why were you touching my ass?" Did he raise his hands in the air? He shook his head and sighed " I didn't touch you, I swear." But didn't miss the secret smile he had. He had lied right to my face. That stupid idiot of an uncle. At this very point I was certain he was either a paedophile or a pervert. I just needed to rank him

she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “eat first.” “But Mom,” Ethan stepped closer, excited, “I want to give it to him today. I might forget later.” “Ethan,” Emma repeated, quicker this time. “Not now.” Ethan frowned. “Why? Uncle came yesterday.” James glanced at Emma. Her face had gone pale, her jaw tight. Something thin and sharp tightened the air between them—a residue from a night left unfinished. “Dad,” Ethan turned back, “can I call Uncle?” “No,” Emma answered, her voice rising before she could stop it. “I already said—no!”

When he opened them, the fire was smothered in ice. “Because nothing is the same now,” he said firmly. “Your mother mar­ried into my family. I am your step-uncle. That makes this wrong.” The word struck me as though it was a stone, tugging at the part of me that had attempted—God, I’d attempted—to feel sick about this. To hate myself for it.

It felt like a silent war between their eyes—until my uncle blinked and looked away. “Uncle, what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound steady. “You shouldn’t make false accusations.” “You’re right, Javier,” Alejandro said smoothly, his voice low but clear. “I have been sleeping with her.” My world stopped. My eyes widened. I could see the same shock flicker in my uncle’s face. My knees almost gave out. Why would he say that out loud? He knew this was taboo—if people found out, it could ruin his company. It could ruin me.