EroticReverie

I kept myself quiet as he thrust into me , my hands braced on the top of the washing machine.

His one hand was up my shirt on my breast , grabbing at my flesh as his other firmly grasped my hip.

At first I kept our secret out of shame , out of fear. Years later I kept it because ...I’d grown accustomed , grown to need it, to crave it , and hate myself for it.

The elastic waist of my pajama pants was left high on my thighs, pulled just low enough for my Uncle Jon to have his way with me.

A few years ago my father passed, and my mother ended up going even deeper into her depression. She was currently living in a psychiatric hospital. And me, well parental rights were given to my fathers brother , Uncle Jon.

Every time he took me, I wondered why he’d started. When both of my parents were around he was a picture perfect Uncle. He had loved me, cared for me, protected me. But as soon as I’d started living with them. That’s when it began.

Him and my aunt Gina got along well enough, so I was confused as to why he’d needed to get his hands on me. Confused as to why he’d turned me into his plaything.

I let out a hiss as he grabbed my hair, pulling it back with the hand that had just been on my hip, his other hand still groping my breasts hard.

I was also confused as to how I had grown to stop saying no, how I stopped begging him not to do it. Confused as to how I’d let myself be groomed for this, and how much I enjoyed it now.

I could feel his bare cock , fucking me deep, in the darkness of the laundry room. His grunts and groans , my silent breaths and moans as he fucked me harder as my aunt Gina laid upstairs in her bed, unaware of any of it.

It’s been years. And she still has no idea that her husband fucks his niece. His brothers daughter.

I let out a tiny whimper and he hushed me as he slid his hand from my breast , taking his hand out of my shirt and clasping it over my mouth.

I moaned into it, and his hips only hit me harder , rattling the metal of the dryer.

“Who’s my good girl Katie?” He whispers in a slight growl.

He doesn’t remove his hand from my mouth for me to answer, he just keeps screwing me, and I feel my cunt clench around him and he groans.

“Who’s my good little slut ?” He groans. “Hmm?” He taunts quietly.

“Is it you?” He whispers quietly , grunting as his hand slips from my mouth and the other slips from my hair both of his hands grabbing my waist as he pulls me back on his cock hard and he thrusts forward making my cunt squeeze tighter, making my legs buckle and he pulls me up as I scramble to stand. Gasping as he keeps going. Not giving me one second to catch my balance.

“You love your little cunt fucked by your uncles big dick, don’t you Kate?” He grumbles.

I’d even grown to love his dirty words , and his degrading ones.

“Nasty little slut” he growls. “Making your uncle fuck you like the little whore you are.” He breathes in my ear , leaning over me. He delivers a hard thrust making me squeal.

“Quiet Katie” he warns and then leans back up straight and keeps fucking me.

“Oh god” I breathe out and wince. He was right though wasn’t he? Wasn’t I a whore? Letting him come into my room at night, letting him touch me in ways he shouldn’t. Letting him take the thing I was told was precious and for my husband only.

I was used to his cock by now. It wasn’t painful now every time he slid into me , it was like my pussy knew him. Welcomed him. When he fucked me now, there was nothing but pleasure. Other than when he hit me, other than when he pinched me too hard , or bit me too hard. Or whenever he fucked my ass. I still hadn’t gotten used to that. But thankfully , he enjoyed fucking my pussy far more.

“Yeah, you love me fucking this cunt” he growled quietly.

“Your stupid little cunt gets so wet for my dick, it’s pathetic”

“Pathetic Kate. She’s a pathetic little fucking whore” he taunts as his cock pushes deep into me.

His hands are back on my tits , grabbing them viciously as he grunts his release. His own degrading words bringing him his climax.

I moan as I feel the tell tale jerk of his hips, hard thrusts burying his cum inside me. My thighs missing the drip of his cum down the inside of them, even though he already left a mess between them this morning. I liked it. A lot. I winced in shame at the thought of how much I enjoyed the proof of his orgasm running down my thighs , or dripping into my panties , leaking out of me throughout my days and nights.

When he was spent he breathed heavily , hands sliding out from under my shirt and he placed them over mine on the washing machine and leaned over me and kissed the side of my head.

“You’re daddy would be so proud.” he whispered into my hair and then slid out of me. He didn’t mean it , he didn’t actually thing my father would be proud. No. He said it as one more jab , one more degrading remark to part with before going back to bed with my aunt.

He shuffled across the floor pulling his pajama shorts up and leaving me in the dark.

I bit my lip. My cunt dripping, aching for more. He’s right. I was definitely pathetic.

He never took care really to see that I got off.

With my clit throbbing and my pussy already leaking his cum , I walked over to the laundry table, and placed the corner edge of the table to my cunt , leaning over it.

With my hands on the table I rocked my hips, moving my soaked pussy over its edge , seeking the friction and pleasure of the hard wood against my cunt.

I panted alone in the dark as I chased my orgasm. Shuddering and legs trembling as I got off to the thought of my uncle still fucking me.

I let out the tiniest of moans as my cunt throbbed and pulsed and my legs still shook slightly as I held myself up on the table, still fucking the corner of it, cumming hard and forcing myself to go for as long as I could before collapsing over the table , panting.

Definitely, pathetic.