EroticReverie

I'm thankful that once we get home, Uncle Jon leaves me alone for pretty much the rest of the day. 

As I clean the house , I cry quietly, not making a peep as tears pour from my eyes. 

Who was I now ? What kind of girl let a man do that to her, made her say those things, do those things on her own fathers grave. 

Was he really looking down at me? Watching me get raped and molested by his brother, growing to love it so much, that I let him do what he did today. I choked back a sob, hating myself, hating that I was thinking about father right now. 

I didn't like to think about him. It hurt too much, because then I thought about my mother, too sick to take care of me, still in a psychiatric hospital. Being with Uncle Jon usually made me forget, made me numb to the pain of losing my father. Except for when he brought him up. Which he was doing a lot more of now, especially today. 

After I'm done cleaning I take a shower, washing off the day. Washing off the dirt on my body from being fucked on the ground, washing off the smell of the grass, washing off the imagined slimey feeling that I felt all over my skin. 

I loved my Uncle Jon. Even after today. I couldn't stop loving him, no matter how much he hurt me. He was my only escape, my only hope to save me from despair. 

After my shower, I go into my room, and I put on the nightgown he always seems to like best. 

It's a powder blue silk night gown that was my Aunt Gina's. He gave me her things when she never came back for them. He called me by her name sometimes when he was inside me. It hurt. It hurt more than anything else he could do. It hurt even more than making me desecrate my fathers grave with him. 

I didn't want him to love her anymore. I didn't want him to miss her. She left him. I was still here, I still loved him. I still wanted him. She didn't. It wasn't fair. 

I could be better than her. I would be. I was. Why didn't he see it? Why did he still call for her when he fucked me?

I brush my damp hair and then go to walk out of my bedroom when the door opens. My hear lifts for a moment, he came to me. He misses me, he loves me. I thought I wanted him to leave me alone tonight, but now that he was here, now that he was...

I jump and step back at the frame of a man I don't know standing in my door way. 

A smile that licks fear over every inch of my skin , and eyes that prey on my body look over me, and I step back.

"Who...who are you?" I ask, walking backward as the man walks into my room and I shake and move to the other side of my bed.

"Uncle Jon!" I scream when the man doesnt answer but walks slowly towards me. 

"get out!" I yell at the man and pick up a bottle of water off my nightstand and throw it at him. Pathetic. The plastic bottle crinkles when it hits his shoulder, and then again when it hits the floor.

"That wasn't...very....nice" he bites out with each step he takes around the bed and then grabs me as I shriek and throw me face down on the bed. 

"Get off!" I scream as he laughs and I squirm, kicking as his legs work to control mine hanging off the bed as he moves his hands over me, holding me down and pushes my face into the bed hard, suffocating me slightly as he wrestles he unzips his pants and a few seconds later is lifting my night gown, ripping it and I cry. 

"Uncle Jon!" I scream.

The man doesn't cover my mouth but instead makes me scream louder when his cock slams into me, hard, hurting me, my pussy dry, barely wet at all and I feel the sting of the pain everywhere. 

For a brief moment I'm hopeful when my blurry tear filled eyes look up to the door way and see my Uncle Jon there to save me. Until I see he doesn't react, doesn't move to save me from the man who is violently pounding into me from behind and assaulting me and leaving bruising grips on my arms as he holds me down. 

Uncle Jon, just stands there. Watching. His face so passive, so ....uncaring that my tears fall. 

Why is he doing this? He loves me! I just want him! I dont want another man! I dont want this man inside me! 

"uncle Jon" I croak and he shifts and again for a moment, I think he might move to me, tell the man to stop, throw him off of me. But he only reaches down and rubs himself, his hand moving over his cock and I cry. 

"please" I cry to him, pleading. 

"Do a good job Katie...I need him to put a good word into his friends for me." he says and I tremble. 

"she's a fighter" the guy groans as his cock fucks me fast and hard. 

"a crier too....they love that" he grunts and grabs my arms even harder and I sob. 

"definitely worth it." he groans and keeps fucking me. 

Why? Why was my Uncle Jon letting him do this?"

"I told you I'd sell your pussy." he says as if reading my mind, the hurt on my face and in my cries. 

Then he turns, and he leaves me with the man that I don't know. 

It's only a few minutes later when the man cums all over my ass and leaves me stunned, speechless and scared , laying over the edge of my bed. 

I don't even move until minutes later when my uncle comes to my room.

He walks over as my red eyes look up at him and he grabs my hair and lifts my head, pulling me up off the bed.

"why" I whisper, not able to look at him. 

"Because, you ruined my fucking life." he snarls. 

A splat of liquid hits my face as he spits on me. 

"You made her leave." he growls.

"And it's time you start paying for it. As well as paying for living in this fucking house. And your cunt will be what makes you money. Because you're too impossibly fucking stupid to do anything else other than be a set of holes for me and other men to fuck." he snarls. 

I wince. 

"But...I...i just want you." I say and he huffs a laugh. 

"of course you do, you stupid bitch" he snarls. 

"Even with me letting a man rape your worthless cunt...and spitting on you...fucking you on your dead fathers grave" he growls. "And you STILL want my cock, dont you? Still want me to love a pathetic fucking slut like yourself?" 

I feel my tears start again and I look up at him, an evil grin. 

"yes" I shake as I respond and he shakes his head with an evil smile. 

"you're daddy really fucked up leaving a prize like you behind, didnt he?" he says with venom as he leans in, his hand lifting and he slaps my face and then grabs it and parts my jaw and spits in my mouth.

"you still love me" he growls and I nod. 

He slaps me again and I whimper and he pushes me to my knees. 

"Prove it." he says and I lift shaky hands as I undo his pants. 

"God, youre so fucking pathetic." he says, watching me as I work his pants down, and let them fall as he looks down at me and I look up. 

"I love you" I whimper and he groans and pushes his briefs down, and I pull them. 

"Shut up and suck." he says, grabbing a fist full of hair and I open my mouth letting him shove his cock into my mouth and I moan. 

"God" he groans. "You just couldnt wait to get my cock in your mouth...god your little brain is so fucked up....it's such a beautiful thing....to watch you suck my cock....after all i've done to you....how much you love it, even after all the way i've abused you" he groans. 

"You're so fucking dumb Kate" he growls. 

He's right and I know he is, but the way the words slice into me, they leave scars over the ones that were made by my father passing.  He covers them up, with each cruel word, each cruel action. 

The chasm left inside is filled with dirty things , wrong things, things to cover up the hole that was left inside me. I don't want to be sad over my father, I wan't to feel anything but the sadness. So I let him make me numb, let him make me jealous of my aunt, let him make me dirty, let him make me a slut. 

I suck his cock better than her and I know it, I know he trained me to do it just the way he likes it, watching my eyes water, watching my mouth take as much of him in as I can as I gag and choke, as my saliva drips from my mouth and onto my chest, still in her nightgown. 

I angrily lift my hands to the night gown and pull it up, sliding my mouth off as he watches and I angrily toss the nightgown, and the corner of his mouth lifts. He knows what I'm doing, what I want from him.  To see ME.. to want ME. 

"Don't like playing house? Wearing her clothes?" he taunts as I suck him faster, my mouth making a mess, as I pop my mouth from his cock and spit on it and he groans as I jerk him off. 

"No" I say my jaw clenching and he grins. 

"You'll never be her Kate.....ever..." he says, because he knows me too well, he's always know my desire to take her place. That I would kill to be her, die to be her. 

"I'm better than her." I say as I stroke him and he groans and his cock pulses in my hand. 

"You WOULD think that, you stupid little girl" he says and grabs my hair. 

"Keep...fucking...sucking" he groans and pulls my head forward and I pull back and turn my head.

"No!" I yell and he growls and grabs my face and by the jaw and the top of my head, pushing his cock against my face as I close my mouth. 

"OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH KATE" he yells. 

I slap him on the legs as I shake my head, my mouth shut tight and he groans. 

"you little fucking bitch" he snarls. 

"you need to get fucked...is that it? Rape dick wasn't enough, you need me to fuck that pussy don't you?"  he growls and pulls me from the floor and tosses me over the bed, and I pant. Grabbing the bed covers, and I lift one knee, then the other as he spanks me and I moan. 

Yes. Yes. Spank me. Show me how much you love me. Need me. Show me how much you need me. 

"fucking...drive me crazy" he groans as his hand goes between my legs and rubs my pussy and I let out a moan as I push back and grind his hand as he rubs. 

"you love being worthless trash , don't you?" he says and slaps my cunt then grabs his cock and presses it to my pussy. 

"you are so fucking broken baby." he groans. "so fucking broken." he says and he slides into me, and it's slow, deliciously, painfully slow, every inch of my walls waiting, yearning to feel him fill my pussy. 

"i love it" he groans. 

"Love you fucked up, broken little head" he says and gives me every inch. 

He groans, and I know I feel good to him. I know how much he loves being inside me, and I know I feel better than Aunt Gina ever did. I know I'm what he needs, what he craves, what he'll never be able to give up.

"You sexy broken slut" he groans and slaps my ass and I moan as I push back and my tits start to bounce as he thrusts into me, meeting my ass with his hips as I push back and work myself on him. Each of us chasing the others body. 

"god damn" he growls under his breath and I know he hates admitting, he hates how much he truly loves fucking me, wishing he could stop, but I know he cant. He's mine, he's been mine since the day he started touching me. 

"I'm yours Uncle Jon" I moan and he groans. 

"I love you" I whimper. "I love you so much" I cry as I try to take more, never seeming to ever, ever have him deep enough. 

He grabs my hips hard, his fingers digging into me. 

"perfect fucking slut" he groans and I moan. 

"my perfect fucking baby" he groans and goes harder, making me yelp. His thrusts more than violent, they're vicious and cruel and delicious. Hurting me deep, driving into me making me scream at the top of my lungs in pain, in lust, in fucking pleasure for the way he hurts me. 

"baby" he groans. 

"fuck Katie" he grunts. 

"you're such a good fucking girl...why are you such a good fucking girl" he groans and I moan. 

"i hate you" he groans. 

"god I hate you and this hot cunt,...hate the way you let me fuck it....the way you let me rape it that night...." he grunts.

"fuck..always...such...a good...fucking...girl" he groans and I moan, and I cum, hearing him call me baby so much, hearing him tell me I'm a good girl and he groans loudly. 

His gives me his cum with a hard jerk of his hips and a loud curse as he empties into me. My cunt milking him and he groans, his fingers a death grip on my hips as he slams into me again, and I moan loudly.

For second, or minutes, I dont even know how long, he lays over me, breathing heavily as he collects himself, and we both catch our breaths, panting, and he's slightly sweaty and he lifts up slowly and slides out. 

I whimper at the loss of him. 

"Take a fucking shower." he says, and leaves me without another word. 

I take my shower, my mind racing, my pussy still needing more of him. That encounter erasing all the bad of the day, and taking place at the forefront of my mind, erasing all the bad feelings I had today. 

I was his baby. I was a good girl. 

When I open the bathroom door, in my white terry cloth bathrobe, his bedroom door opens and I pause in the hall and look at him. 

Wondering what he's about to say or do. Wondering what I should do. 

"Goodnight." I say softly. 

His lips tighten, and he looks angry. I just blink and look down, and decide to move onto my room. 

"Get in here." he says when I turn. 

I look over my shoulder. 

"Oh." I say and walk over and he sighs as he moves aside , it's a frustrated side and the door shuts, and I jump slightly. 

"Do you....want me to....how do you want me?" I ask as I walk in and look at his freshly changed sheets. 

He hadn't changed them since my aunt left. I thought it was gross. He'd fucked me plenty on them. But I knew why he hadn't changed them. He was clinging to her. In any way he could. 

Before I can ask him again how he wants me, he walks up behind me and sweep my damp hair to the side and then lifts his hands to my shoulders and pulls the robe gently, exposing my neckline and shoulders. 

"Dry your hair...and get into bed." he says quietly, almost like a growl. And I find myself shocked when a soft kiss is placed at the base of my neck. 

He then walks from me , out of his room ,and to the bathroom.

I listed to the shower go. I do as he said. I towel dry my hair. I braid it the best I can, and twirl that braid up into a bun and secure it using the end of my braid, and tucking it into my bun. 

I dry my body again and look around the room as his quick shower comes to an end. I make my way to the side of the bed I know was hers.  I look down at it. 

The pillow she used to use. The spot that's probably formed to her body specifically. 

I crawl into the bed, sitting up, leaning against the head board with the covers pulled up over my lap. 

A few moments later he walks in, naked, one towel in his hand as he rubs it in his wet hair, his large cock, hanging limp, still so big, so impressive. 

I just watch him as he keeps his eyes on me and I feel something, something I know I'm not imagining. Another piece of my aunt leaving this house, another memory of her forgotten somewhere in his mind as he looks at me and I tilt my head slightly as he watches me. 

Tossing his towel into the hamper he then turns off the light , leaving nothing but the glow of the street lamps outside and the bright green glow of his led alarm clock on the side of the bed. 

He walks over and I hold my breath, we didn't often have sex with the lights off. He liked to see me. 

He slid into the covers and I turned slowly and reached over, my hand on his chest and sliding down. 

"don't" he says, his hand on my wrist, stopping me, and I freeze.

"I thought..." I say.

"Just go to sleep Kate." he says and slips my hand away and sinks the rest of the way into the covers. 

I just blink in the dark, stunned and confused. 

After a moment I slide down into the bed, and pull the cover up to my chest and lay on my back, looking at the ceiling in the dark. 

"Goodnight baby" he says quietly with his back to me. 

I choke on a lump in my throat. 

"G....goodnight" I whisper back.