EroticReverie

*commissioned*

That night , I spend my time waiting in my room, doing exactly as I'm told. Keeping my ass lubed for him. After fingering myself and rubbing my clit, cumming twice, thinking of the years of depraved degrading things he's done to defile me, I take to fingering my ass. 

Again, it's not an act I really enjoy, but I want to be ready for him, I want to at least be prepared and not so tight that it hurts as bad as it usually does. Because usually, I'm not given warning of when he's going to use my ass. 

My aunt knocks on my door and tells me goodnight through the door, and I call back to her telling her goodnight, and I shut off my bedside light, and leave only the glow of the television, with the volume on low. 

I wait , and I wait. One hour goes by, then two, and then my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.

--

I'm not sure when he wakes me up, but it's dark still outside. I can't see him yet, but I can smell him. 

I don't feel his weight on my bed or his warmth , but I know he's there in the dark. 

I feel my body shiver with fear, fear that over the years has grown to induce excitement between my legs, making me aroused. 

I lay still not making a sound , and forget to breathe as I listen for him. 

I can smell the booze already, so he must be close, somewhere behind me, because as I peek through my eyes, I only see the wall a few feet from my bed and the window that I left open, and the curtain blows and I feel the light warm breeze flow over my skin. 

I fell asleep naked under the blankets, but the blankets have been pulled to my knees. 

Then I hear him grunt slightly, and the sound of him spitting, and then the obvious noise of him jerking himself off. 

I lay there wondering what he's thinking. Do I look okay? Do I look sexy to him? Why hasn't he touched me yet? Why isn't he in my bed yet? Why isn't he inside me?

My thighs press together and I know it's wrong to enjoy what he does to me. I know I was right to deny him at first, know I was right to not like it. But after so long, I grew to want him to punish me. I wanted him to hurt me. I craved it. I wanted to be good for him, I wanted him to love me. 

The waiting was becoming to much as I could hear his heavy breathing behind me, hear his groans and I couldn't help it. 

I opened my eyes and turned over slowly, and laid on my back, then turned my head to him. 

I blinked in the dark, and saw him standing there. He was completely naked, right about a foot from the side of my bed and looking down at me. 

I laid a hand on my stomach, not saying a word, and he didn't say anything either. 

I let my fingertips graze my skin and then lifted them to my breasts, dancing them lightly over one of my nipples which were already hard. 

My other hand lifted to my lower stomach and then slid down between my legs as I spread them. 

A low growl came from him as he watched me. 

I rubbed my clit slowly and pinched my nipple and pulled it like he liked to. I let myself moan at my own touch and then slid a finger down into me. 

He probably couldn't see it that well, but I knew he could hear it. I was soaked. 

I let out a tiny breath and pushed my ass into the bed as I arched my back slightly and slid a second finger in. 

"Uncle Jon" I  whispered my tiny moan and he stepped closer. 

"Kate" he groaned my name, still watching as he fucked his fist. 

When I looked closer, I realized his cock was barely hard.  This had happened one other time, when he was drunk. Whiskey dick they call it. But I was to blame last time, and was slapped and punished for it. 

I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, I didn't want him to punish me again. 

"I'm sorry." I say quietly. He grunts and keeps masturbating. 

I say sorry because it's my fault. I should be able to arouse him. I'm not doing my job, I'm not turning him on. 

"Let me try?" I ask and slip my hands from between my legs and away from my breasts and I roll onto my stomach and bring myself to the edge of the bed, laid across the bed, propped on my elbows as he brings his cock closer and lets me wrap my mouth around his cock. 

He must be terribly drunk tonight, because he's not yelling. He's not even talking at all. Not even whispering his dirty phrases or mean names. 

I suck his cock, loving the taste of his flesh on my tongue , loving it even though my mouth doesn't seem to help the situation. 

But I don't stop, because even sucking him like this, with his limp cock in my mouth, I want him to know  I'll always suck his cock, no matter what, that I don't care if he's soft or hard. I want him to know how much I love him , and love him letting me please him. 

"you-er use-eless"  he slurs and pulls his cock out of my mouth and then pushes me, guiding me back into the position I was in, laying on my back on my head. 

I watch him grumble and slur quiet words that I can't make out. I watch him in confusion as he crawls onto the bed, almost falling onto his face on the bed as he drunkenly climbs over, and pulls one of my legs. I slip it to the side assisting him and then inhale when I realize what he's doing. 

He's never gone down on me, not ever. I don't deserve it. 

"I...I don't deserve it Uncle Jon" I remind him as he settles onto his stomach and brings his face closer and mumbles something. 

I gasp and my legs quiver as his mouth hits my pussy, and his tongue pushes between my lips. 

My eyes immediately go back in my head as I arch my back. 

I feel my hips move slightly, and my pussy pulse as I feel his tongue slide up over my clit, and then down, and then back up. 

"uncle jon" I whisper breathlessly and whimper quietly. 

My eyes flutter as his tongue draws tiny circles around my clit and I moan quietly, because he's never made me feel like this. He's never given me pleasure like this.

I find myself hoping for it to never end, and I imagine him writing a love letter to me with his tongue on my body, spelling out the i love you's he's never given, and telling me that I'm the one he needs. 

I hate how quickly I seem to be building into my orgasm, and I try to think of something else, to stop playing fantasies in my head that only bring me closer to cumming. I want this to last. 

"I love you" I cry out quietly and whimper as his tongue flicks and I feel my cunt drip shamelessly, soaking my ass and my sheets and I whimper, and roll my hips upward and gasp as I push my clit against his tongue. 

He groans into my pussy and his tongue goes faster and I start to lose my breath, gasping as he brings me closer and closer and I can't fight it anymore.

I bite my lip and try to lock this feeling into my memory, the first time he ever made me cum willingly. 

I reach down and slip my fingers into his hair and he lets me, and I grab his hair and buck my hips bravely, hoping I dont upset him. I shouldn't be using him, it's my job to please him, not the other way around. 

I've had plenty of orgasms, self given, and even a few during sex with him, but never like this. Never while laying back, never with only my own pleasure on the table. Never while not having to focus on his cock. 

I loved it. I loved it so fucking much that I felt tears in my eyes as my body exploded with my orgasm and I cried out, unable to help myself. 

"Jon!" I cried out his name and felt his lips suck at me, then lick , and suck so more as I kept cumming, and I squealed and the orgasm was overwhelming. My legs shook helplessly and my hips jerked as my entire body trembled and the tears in my eyes streamed down the side of my face. 

I moaned and bit my lips together as his mouth kept going, and he lapped me up, like a puppy. His tongue was slow now, giving me long licks, hole to clit, with a flat tongue and then he licked up again and then kissed up my stomach and I shivered. 

"that felt so good" I whispered as he placed some of the softest kisses i'd ever gotten on my body. 

This was so, so different than the treatment from him I was used to, as if he was an entirely different person. 

"thank you" I whispered to him as his mouth kissed all over my torso and he kissed my breasts. 

The breasts he often pinched, or grabbed way too hard, he was cherishing them with his mouth. His tongue laying soft flicks across my pebbled nipple and then whirling around it, making my pussy pulse in response, the echo of my orgasm reacting. 

"you-youre sosex-exy" he murmurs against my breast and I moan as I feel his cock nudge me. I gasp in relief knowing he's hard, knowing that he's going to put himself inside me. I moan as his cock keeps pushing against me and I moan. 

"I love you" I tell him. "I love you so much Uncle Jon, I'm sorry I'm not good enough...I want to be good enough" my voice cracks and he groans 

"youu-are...you are my baby" he slurs and his cock pushes into me. 

I feel my tears flow from my eyes and choke on my cries. 

his thrusts are slow and lazy , and far from close to the thrusts he gives me when he's angry and sober. I choke on my sob and he collapses onto me, barely moving, as his hips just grind, his cock barely moving in and out of me, because he's too drunk. 

But I wrap my legs around him, and hold onto him, and pant anyways, because he called me his baby. Not his slut, his whore, a cunt, or a bitch. He may have been drunk, but he called me something good for once. I'd cherish it now, and forever, and prayed this wouldn't be the only time he was good to me. 

I prayed for more of this, I prayed that he didn't mean what he said about sharing me with other men, and selling me to them. I prayed he wanted me to himself, I prayed that he only just not realized how good I could be for him. That my aunt wasn't what he needed. I wanted to be his baby. I wanted to be his everything. He was the only man in my life now, I needed him to love me. 

"Can I do it?" I ask. "Can I be on top?" I ask. 

He grumbles and slides out and then falls to the side and shifts drunkenly onto his back and I climb ontop of him. 

"Kaaaate" he groans my name drunkenly when I sink onto him. 

"Oh Uncle Jon" I moan and place my hands on his chest as I start to rock my hips.

I breathe faster as I move faster on him, rocking my hips and moaning, and lifting myself up and down and feeling every inch of him, thankful that he was able to get hard, thankful I get to have him inside of me like this. 

"do you love me?" I dare to ask and he grumbles but I get a faint nod and hint of a slurred  "So much" 

I cry harder , and I smile to myself through the tears as I ride him, but his eyes are closed and his head is lolling as he grunts and groans and his hands rest on my hips, barely holding on. 

I feel the tears roll from my cheeks , and they splatter over his chest as I lean forward and pant his name. 

I ride him faster, harder, wildly and hear the creak of my bed, the banging of the headboard against my wall slightly, knocking against it. 

If he was sober, he would stop me. But he loved me now, I was his baby, and he wanted my aunt to hear us. At least that's what my version of it was. 

So I called out his name louder, and he groaned. 

I rocked ontop of him and fucked him like he was mine, because he was now. 

I let myself scream, and moan as loudly as I wanted and his grunts were even louder.  Yes, he wanted this, he wanted my Aunt Gina to find us, he wanted to let her know that he had me now.

"oh god" I cried. "Cum inside me!" I yelled out. 

My door flew open and the door knob crashed into the wall behind it and my head flew to the side as I kept riding, kept panting and I grinned in the dark and moaned. 

"JOHN!" My aunt screams , horrified. 

she was frozen in place as my uncle turned his head drunkenly, and didnt even register at first that we'd been caught. 

"oh uncle jon" I moaned. 

"Gina?" my uncle slurred her name and her hand went to her mouth. 

"Stop!" she cried, and I wasn't sure to who, but I refused and looked back to my uncle as he seemed to try to focus. 

"G-ggina" he groaned her name. 

"Tell her" I moan. "Tell her how you love me" I moan, and feel my tears still falling. 

"Katie!" she screams and she finally unfreezes from the horror and lunges across the bed for me and pulls at me as I scream. 

"He loves me!" I wail as she yanks me from him and he just lays there too drunk to properly assess what's happening. 

"You little whore!" my Aunt Gina slaps me after pulling me from him and pulls my by my hair as I scream and drags me from my bed to the floor. 

"He loves me!" I scream at her. 

"Leave him alone!" I yell as she starts to slap him, hands flying over his chest and his face and I push up off the floor and pull her back by her night gown and my fingers claw at her hair. 

"Stop hurting him!" I scream and my autn Gina elbows me in the rib and I clutch to my side as I stumble back. 

"He's drunk!" she yells. "Fucking sloshed!" 

"And you fuck him!?" she yells. "Seduce him like a little whore?!" she screams and my eyes go wide. 

"You think this is the first time ?" I ask. 

My uncle grumbles from the bed, and I see him to to sit up but then plops back down. 

"..what?" my aunt Gina asks almost inaudibly, looking to her husband and then to me. 

"He's been having sex with me ever since I moved in with you." I spat venom at her, because she needed to know. Needed to know she wasn't enough for him. 

"What....what? How-what?" " she starts to cry. 

My lips tighten. A small part of me feeling bad. But I'd been waiting to trade places, waiting for HER to feel like the unwanted, and unloved one. It was my turn now to be his. 

"You were..." she cries. "You're not even..." she starts to sob. 

"You were a child" she chokes. "you ARE a child" she looks like she'll be sick. 

"We're in love" I tell her and she scoffs and looks at me as if I'm crazy. 

"You don't know what love is! And this ISNT it!" she gestures to her husband , to my Uncle...my Jon.

"What is wrong with you?! How could you let him do this?!" she cries and suddenly she's not mad at me. But at him. She reaches out to touch my face, to hold it, to..comfort me?

I shake my head and push her hands away. 

"Get out!" I yell and back away. 

"Kate..you....you were just a girl....how did i....how did I not know?" she covers her mouth and chokes back a sob. 

"Get out!" I scream. 

"Get out!"