Bad Uncle: A Taboo Story, page 1
BAD UNCLE
A TABOO STORY
NATALIE KNIGHT
Copyright © 2022 by Natalie Knight
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Editing: Oopsie Daisy Edits
Cover: CM Covers
CONTENTS
Trigger Warning and Author Note
Blurb
1. Paisley
2. Jace
3. Paisley
4. Jace
5. Paisley
6. Jace
7. Paisley
8. Jace
9. Paisley
10. Jace
11. Paisley
12. Jace
13. Paisley
14. Jace
15. Jace
Epilogue
Also by Natalie Knight
TRIGGER WARNING AND AUTHOR NOTE
If you bought this book, then you already know what you’re getting yourself into. But another friendly reminder never hurt anyone.
This is an incest taboo story. Tropes in this book includes:
23+ year age gap
Incest between niece and uncle(blood relatives)
Breeding Kink
Light Degradation Kink
Daddy Vibes
Also, if you’re having second thoughts about reading this book because you think there is something wrong with you, I’m here to tell you that there is NOTHING wrong with you and we all have our kinks. So enjoy this little slice of utterly filthy pleasure.
Your secret is safe with me.
With so much love,
Natalie
BLURB
She’s family, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her. She’s my niece… and the only woman that I’ve ever loved.
Jace
Picking up Paisley to head to our family's annual week-long camping trip was nothing new. I’ve done it a million times, but this time was different.
I should have known the buried emotions between us would come crawling to the surface the moment she walked up to my truck.
Our hug was longer than usual, our stare lingered for more than a few seconds, and my heart was beating just a little bit too fast.
We had a nine-hour drive. Nine hours alone. Nine hours for me to try and keep it together although I was desperately slipping as the seconds passed.
Paisley was off limits, forbidden, a big red f*ck nope, but damn; I’ve never been good about following the rules, no matter the consequences.
Wanting her would mean tearing our family apart, but maybe loving the one woman I couldn’t stop thinking about was worth the risk.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
“I’m not asking you about what you don’t have. I’m asking if you have this in red.” An older woman fumed, her eyes livid. I tried to put on my best poker face, but hints of my annoyance were peeking through.
Did she even hear herself?
“Ma’am, I’ll say this again. We do not have this ribbon in red; only black, blue, and green at the mom—”
She slammed her hands on the counter, cutting me off.
“But on the phone, you said you had it in stock.”
Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Yes, ma’am, we did, but a customer came in earlier and bought the rest of it.”
“Who buys so much ribbon?”
“I don't know; maybe you can track her down and ask her,” I muttered to myself, maybe a little too loud because she glared at me with the force of a tsunami.
“Watch how you speak, young lady,” she reprimanded, pointing her finger at me.
I bit my tongue to keep from saying what I really wanted to say and glanced at the clock. Just a few more seconds, and I was out of here.
“Ma’am, if that’s all, I hope you have a wonderful day.” I smiled, painting the perfect look of someone who didn’t want to slam their head against the wall.
The woman looked at me for a beat longer and huffed, stomping toward the door to leave. The bell hanging at the top of the frame rattled at the sound of her departure.
I let out a loud exhale, rubbing my temples to relieve some of the stress. It wasn’t just that woman who gave me a headache. It was the fact that we were understaffed, and the shop was busy today.
I had to work at the smallest craft store in Del-Mar. It was a quaint shop that had everything from various paints to fabrics, but apparently, we didn’t have a certain ribbon in red.
I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and tapped the screen; it was finally noon.
That meant the start of my summer vacation was finally here.
I absolutely loved working here—but I loved South Lake Tahoe more. Each year, in the middle of June, I would head there for my family’s annual vacation. There was something about being around the mountains, the way the trees danced at night under the stars. I always felt calmer there, myself even. I would watch the water for hours, studying how it rippled and glistened in the sunlight, like a million fairies lived below the surface.
Everything about South Lake Tahoe made me happy, but what excited me most was getting to see him.
I bounced on the soles of my feet and grabbed my luggage from behind the counter. Waving my hand, I called out to my boss, Ariel.
“You have a good time, sweetie,” she said, smiling.
“I’m really sorry I have to leave on a busy day like this.” I winced. I felt guilty for leaving, but my excitement ripped through me like a broken dam the minute I removed the paint-stained apron from around my neck.
“It’s fine. We’ll manage.” Ariel dismissed me with a wave of her hand and went back to attending to the customer.
I looped my arms through the straps of my backpack and rolled my small luggage out the door.
In the middle of June, the sun was at its highest. I cupped my hand over my eyes and looked out across the parking lot to find a black truck.
The black truck.
Dropping my hand, I smiled widely as Jace Winslow stepped out of the truck, his face a mirror of mine. Jace was my dad’s brother and the one person I felt like myself around.
“Hey,” he called out, leaning against the side of his truck.
I moved toward him, the sound of my luggage rolling behind me. I stopped once I was standing in front of him and beamed.
“Hey there, old man,” I teased.
He groaned at the remark and gave me a look, though a small smile was still present on his face.
“Who’s old?”
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about you.” I held his gaze, an invisible game starting between the two of us. The side of my mouth curled, and I knew then that I lost. I held my stomach and laughed.
“Are you done?” he asked dryly.
“I think so.” I nodded, letting the corners of my mouth curl.
He reached down to pick up my luggage, and I couldn’t help but smell him. He wore his usual cologne—blackberry and wood. I wasn’t a big fan of strong scents, but smelling him made me feel at home somehow, safe and warm. I closed my eyes and inhaled him for a few seconds before correcting myself. He placed my luggage in the truck and walked back to me, pulling me into him. His lean arms engulfed me, securing me in his embrace. I pressed my cheek to his chest and listened as his heart drummed steadily.
He was here.
He bent down to place a kiss on my forehead. When we pulled away, I smiled up at him. His brown eyes never wavered as they locked with mine. I felt myself growing nervous under his watchful gaze, my eyes wanting to look away, but I couldn’t.
“You know you’re hot. You might be a creepy uncle, but definitely not old.”
“Wow. Improvement.” He groaned, shaking his head.
Putting the jokes aside, Jace Winslow was hot. He was forty-three, three years younger than my dad, and he looked good.
He wore black jeans that stretched across his muscular legs, black Doc Marten boots that have seen more of the world than I have, and a soft, olive-green T-shirt. A spider web of tattoos coated every inch of his arms. He told me once they were comprised of meaningful things that impacted his life over the years. His dark-brown, salt-and-pepper hair was a little messy; my guess was that he was running his hands through it the whole ride here.
I winked at him and made my way over to the passenger side door, but he quickly stepped in front of me and opened it.
“Here you go,” he said.
When he closed the door behind me, the excitement I had pushed down for the last couple of hours came surfacing back up. I was finally heading to South Lake Tahoe, and if I was lucky, we were going to make some stops on the way there.
Every year, Jace and I would make an adventure out of our trip. We would see what was on the way to South Lake Tahoe and pull off the exit to check it out. We needed to make up two summers' worth on this road trip. I still remembered the feelings that coiled around my heart when my dad told me Jace was in a motorcycle accident.
My entire world stopped. I never understood the expression “living in a fog,” but after witnessing Jace’s beat-up body in the hospital, that’s how I felt. Our family still hosted their annual summer vacation, and it hurt like hell to get on a crowded plane instead of crossing my legs in the passenger seat of his monster truck. It wasn’t the same without him last summer, and although I l
Jace climbed into the truck and gave me a once over. “Are you ready?” he asked, his piercing brown eyes scanning my face.
“Hell yeah. Let’s go,” I cheered, clipping my seatbelt into place.
He turned the ignition over, and the truck roared to life. I pressed my head into the headrest and rested my arm on the center console.
“Oh, how I missed you, baby girl,” he mumbled.
My stomach tightened. I didn’t know if he expected me to hear him, but I did. I turned my head to look out the passenger side window to hide my smile.
I bet he didn’t even realize how much I missed him, too.
—————
“And then I said, ma’am, we don’t have that in stock anymore,” I told Jace, as his eyes focused on the road. He used one hand to grip the steering wheel while his other arm rested on the center console next to mine.
“Let me guess, she demanded the manager?” he asked sarcastically.
“No, but I swear I was waiting for her to say it,” I exclaimed, slapping my thigh.
Jace let out a low laugh.
“But yeah, other than that, the store was really busy today. I really feel bad leaving Ariel there to handle it.”
“Don’t you have other co-workers?”
“Yeah, but they aren’t as efficient as me.” I flipped my long brown hair over my shoulder, batting my eyes at Jace. He gave me a sideways glance and rolled his eyes.
I said the comment as a joke but there was some truth to it. The other workers didn’t really take their job that seriously. There were a lot of days where I had to be called in because someone decided not to work that day. I agreed because it meant more money in my pocket, and I absolutely adored Ariel.
“Yes, because you are such a delight,” Jace said dryly.
“Exactly.”
My stomach rumbled, and I clenched it to keep the noise at bay, but of course, Jace heard it anyway.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, his brow lifted.
“Yes.” I winced, embarrassed. “I couldn’t eat my lunch today because it was so busy.”
Jace removed his arm from the console and placed it on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll get you something to eat.”
I barely even heard him as I stared at the hand placed on my thigh. His touch was gentle, the caress of his thumb sending off butterflies in my core. It felt like so much time had passed and yet not at all.
He removed his hand, and I desperately wanted him to return it. I followed his movements, running my gaze across his body, soaking in every aspect of him as if I’d never see him again.
His hand returned, resting a little higher than before. “How ’bout we stop at your favorite burger spot?”
I fought with myself and my emotions. My eyes tethered to the large, veiny, and heavily tattooed hand gripping my thigh. His fingers lingered on the slope, and I gently opened my legs to let them fall over.
“Paisley?” The sound of my name broke me out of my trance.
“What?” I jumped slightly.
“I said, how about we go to your favorite burger spot?”
A cheeseburger sounded so good right about now. My stomach rumbled again, and I laughed that it too was in agreement.
“Sounds perfect.” I clapped my hands together with excitement.
Jace turned his head slightly my way, giving me one of those smiles he always reserved for me. A real smile that sent tingles down my spine.
“Alright, let’s go.”
I’ve been thinking about Paisley all fucking day. It’s not as though I was eager to head up to South Lake Tahoe. I hated our annual family vacation. The idea of spending two weeks surrounded by people who felt like strangers wasn’t appealing to me. The only thing that made the trip tolerable was Paisley.
Like a madman, I arrived a whole hour early and waited for her in the parking lot of her job. It wasn’t until she noticed me and gave me one of her dazzling smiles that it hit me—I wanted her.
It was wrong—God, did I know it was wrong. She was my brother’s daughter, which meant she was untouchable. But fuck, I missed her.
Last year, some asshole going twenty miles over the speed limit didn’t see me making a left turn on a yellow light and slammed right into me. It left me bedridden for a while and feeling like fucking shit. I couldn’t walk, couldn’t even take a piss without the nurse’s help. That kind of shit leaves you fucking depressed and reeling.
I threw myself into drinking, pouring any kind of liquor down my throat until I felt numb. It did the job for a little while, but I always felt like shit afterwards.
It wasn’t until Paisley came to visit that I felt the pain lessen.
She would sit beside me and just talk about everything under the sun. She told me about her school life, the classes she took and the ones that were giving her a headache. She opened up about her hopes and dreams, the way she wanted more out of life.
It was all so mundane, but it was special to me. I found myself opening up to her as well, about the choices I regretted every goddamn day. The way I still wanted more out of life. I opened up to her about a lot of things, lost in being with her.
It wasn’t until I started waiting for her to come that I realized I was falling in love with her.
Even admitting it now sounded so fucked up, but the more I tried to push down the feelings, the stronger they became. I loved being around her. I loved hearing her voice and how she talked about the things that excited her.
I just loved her—but I would never tell her that.
I glanced at Paisley beside me, my gaze swinging over to her. She was quiet now, staring out the window. I wanted to know what she was thinking; her curiosity and wondering about the world always had an uplifting effect on me. She carried an innocent halo with her, and fuck did I want to ruin her in the best way possible.
I pulled into the parking lot of Sticky Buns and found a spot closest to the door.
“Ready to feed that stomach?” I asked, shutting off the engine and turning to her.
Paisley’s hand was already on the door handle, pushing it open. I laughed and hopped out after her.
It was a cute little diner, with red and black cushioned seats and a jukebox in the back corner. The place had been around for fifty years and was a popular restaurant for those making the trek to Lake Tahoe.
“Table for two?” the hostess asked, smiling at us. She was a petite woman with short blonde hair and big blue eyes. I pretended not to notice how her eyes lingered on me for a couple of seconds too long or how Paisley seemed to notice.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Right this way.” She gestured for us to follow her to a booth near the back, overlooking the massive parking lot filled with semi trucks. Paisley and I sat opposite each other as the hostess placed our menus down.
“Your waitress will be right with you,” she said, her eyes focused on me. “Would you like anything else, sir?”
“No. Thank you,” I said, not even looking her way.
When she left, Paisley let out a snort.
“Something funny?”
“Very. She was fucking you with her eyes,” she confessed, unable to contain her amusement.
“Language,” I said in a stern voice, but my smile couldn’t help but seep through.
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be an old man. I know you saw what just happened.”
“All I see is this menu with a fat juicy burger calling my name.” I picked up the menu for show; I knew exactly what I was going to order, but I needed to do something with my hands.
“Let me guess—bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles and a Dr. Pepper?” she teased, not even looking at the menu.
I winked at her and dropped the menu back on the table. I watched as she picked up hers and skimmed the words, chuckling to myself when her eyes twinkled with satisfaction once she found what she wanted.
