Uncle Marcus is coming to visit for a week. I know most people would be excited to see their uncle for the first time in almost four years but I dunno; there was always something about uncle Marcus that made me feel uncomfortable even back when I was eight. Something about the way he looked at me and my mom. I don’t think Dad liked it much either, that’s probably why he hasn’t been around much. I know they say its cause he got a job working for a big company on the other side of the country but cousin Janice lives far away and she still makes it to every Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Anyway dad got a call last week and apparently Uncle Marcus needs a place to stay during some big business trip and he wants to reconnect with the family and stuff like that. I don’t know all the details but I heard mom and dad having a ‘we’re not fighting’ fight about it. Neither of them seems excited about it either but as dad said, “Honey what am I supposed to do, he’s my brother.” That was more or less the end of that. His plane gets in tomorrow so, yay… I guess.
Rebecca
Dear Diary,
I have no idea what my parents are thinking. UGH this is awful, but I should begin from the beginning. So about an hour ago my parents came back from picking Uncle Marcus up from the airport. He had flown in to the airport in the city which was like an hour away so they both looked really tired from the drive but for some reason they were still carrying his bags into the house. After they lugged the last of his stuff inside Uncle Marcus came up behind them caring only a small metal briefcase.
I know he’s my dad’s brother but they are nothing alike, my dad exercises and dresses nice so even in his 40s he still looks young and fit. Uncle Marcus is like the exact opposite; he’s fat, sweaty, and balding, he was wearing a rumpled travel outfit that looked stained and wrinkled. Still when he bent down and offered me a hug I gave him one, hesitantly. I regretted that almost immediately, he SMELLED. I mean really badly, worse the boys at school who need to start wearing deodorant right after gym.
Still I hung in there, I didn’t want to be rude but I swear the smell made me dizzy it was so rank. Eventually he broke the hug and that was when my mom broke the bad news. The plan had been for Uncle Marcus to crash on the fold out couch in the family room but apparently he has a bad back and my parents had agreed to let him sleep in my room, all week. I was so angry I stormed into my room, which is where I am right now. I can’t believe they volunteered my room without even asking me. It’s so not like them. I guess that means I’ll be sleeping in the family room, as if this week couldn’t get any worse.
Rebecca
Dear Diary,
It’s been two days and I may have spoken too soon. The week could defiantly get worse. Sleeping in the family room isn’t so bad; it’s nice to have a TV to watch at night I guess, but the fold out defiantly sucks. No the ‘worse’ has a lot more to do with Uncle Marcus and the effect he is having on my parents. For some reason they are fawning over him, I don’t understand it. Before he arrived they could barely stand him but now that he’s here they are going out of their way to make his life easier, it’s kinda creepy to be honest. Speaking of creepy apparently my memories of him from when I was a kid were not far off. He defiantly has a vibe about him. Like how I’ve caught him staring at mom when she’s not looking and the sense I get that he’s staring at me when I’m not looking too.
Oh and let’s not forget the stink. That first night I was willing to cut him some slack; he had spent all day on a plane and hadn’t had a chance to shower. But he’s showered plenty of times since then and the smell only seems to get worse, it’s thick and musky and vile and seems to fill the entire house. Earlier today was the worst. I had to work on my summer reading, which I’ll admit I’ve been putting off, and I was doing it at the table but Uncle Marcus started to watch TV really loudly. I asked mom if she could get him to lower the volume but she told me to read in my room instead.
I stepped into my bedroom and the smell nearly knocked me out. I told my mom I didn’t want to go in there but she got really mad at me and told me that Uncle Marcus was are guest and that I had to do my work so I just had to put up with it. So I spent the last two hours trying to ignore the smell and read, but I couldn’t seem to focus. I tried opening the window but nothing seemed to clear the smell out of the room. After a few hours I was called down for dinner. To be honest I wasn’t able to get any reading done. Thank god it’s only another five days, though who knows how long it’ll take to get my room feeling like home again.
Rebecca
Dear Diary,
Something very scary just happened. I was lying on the couch but couldn’t really sleep. I didn’t know a smell could keep you up but I swear that was it. I’ve been feeling all strange and antsy since yesterday and I can’t quite figure out why. Then at about 2am I started to hear a rhythmic creaking sound. It didn’t take me long to figure out what it must be and the thought of that should have made me kind of sick, no one wants to hear their parents having sex. But instead the strange antsy feeling inside me started to get stronger.
I felt my vagina start tingle and when I reached my hand down there I realized it was a little wet. I know about masturbating, the some of the girls at school have talked about it and how good it felt. I tried once before but didn’t feel anything but embarrassed. Only last night when my fingers brushed my underwear I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me unlike anything I’ve felt before. I don’t know what came over me; I just kept touching myself through my panties while listening to the creaking sound from my parent’s room. I swear I could even hear moaning at one point, though that might have been my own. Eventually I felt everything growing and growing and I felt the pleasure explode inside me. That was when I realized I had orgasmed for the first time in my life, while listening to my parents having sex. It was totally humiliating.
My panties were soaked and I knew I had to clean up, so I went to the bathroom and washed myself off before throwing my panties in the hamper. I knew I needed clean ones so I went up to my bedroom door and listened at the door. When I was sure I could hear the sounds of heavy breathing from the inside I opened the door quietly and slipped inside. The smell was still overpowering but I was focused on my underwear drawer. I slid it open and grabbed another pair of panties. As I was turning around, that was when I saw him. Sleeping on my bed wasn’t my Uncle Marcus, it was my dad.
I ran from the room and back to the couch, my mind spinning. Why was my dad sleeping in my room? And if he was in there, who had I just heard having sex? The answer is too much for my mind to contemplate.
Rebecca
I have to focus… they want me to forget…. Or not care… need to remember, to write this down. After last night I… think... I yelled at my mom. I think I said some really mean things about her and Uncle Marcus. It’s so hard to focus. Give me a minute… ok that’s better… it’s easier to think after I frig myself off. I know that’s wrong…isn’t it? This is more important.
So ya… I yelled at my mom, and said nasty things. She got really mad and told my dad and then they both went and told Uncle Marcus. I think I tried to get out of the house but dad stopped me and was really calm and told me that he would explain everything. I wanted to believe that there was a explanation so I followed him to the kitchen table. Uncle Marcus was there and he has his little silver briefcase open. I saw that it was filled with tiny glass vials, like perfume samples. He has a really excited look on his face and was picking up vials and looking at them carefully.
He smiled at me and opened one of the vials blowing over it so the smell drifted towards me. Oh God the smell! It was so much worse then what had been in the house before, it made my eyes water and I gagged but I also felt my nipples harden and my pussy grow even wetter then the night before. “Hmm, I think that’s the one.” The smell made it hard to think but things started to click in my head then. The smell, it was what was doing this to me, and to my family. I had to get away but as soon as I started to move my father’s hands came down hard on my shoulders pinning me to the chair. He told me to calm down. Mom said everything would be all right, but then she leaned over and gave Marcus a French kiss, I could see their tongues moving around and it made me almost as nauseous as the smell.
Dad dragged me to my room then. It was already filled with the stink but before he closed the door and bared it shut Uncle Marcus poured out his new vial onto the rug. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here; the smell is driving me insane. I can’t stop touching myself. I don’t know how many times I brought myself to orgasm before I heard Uncle Marcus’s voice coming from the other side of the door. He spoke calmly and gently and told me all about how much I loved the smell and feeling like a good sexy girl… he droned on and on and it was hard not to listen to him, not to agree with him. I think I yelled screw you at one point I heard him laugh and he stopped for a while. That’s when I found this piece of paper it was in my desk and I knew I had to write this down, hide it somewhere maybe get it to someone outside or remind myself what he’s doing to me, what he did to my parents. Oh god, I hear him again and the smell is getting stronger… I can see my mom outside the window with another vial, she’s pouring it through the screen. So hard to think… god it smells so bad… so good… I have to hide this…
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe mom threw out my old diary, she’s so silly. Anyway, good news! Master Marcus said that he’s going to be moving in with us. I was so happy when mom told me that I almost went down on her right then and there, though that would be a silly thing to do when Uncle Marcus isn’t watching. Thought I think I’m getting ahead of myself. I can’t quite remember the last thing I wrote so let me get you up to speed.
My Uncle Marcus is the greatest person in the world. He came to visit last week and was kind enough to take pity on mom, who has had to put up with my dad’s tiny cock for the past 13 years, and fucked her rotten. When I found out about it I begged him to let me screw him too, I mean how could I resist, he’s so sexy and smells amazing. I had to really prove to him how much I wanted him but after sucking his cock on demand and letting him stretch my pussy with one of mom’s dildos he finally let me take a ride on his monster dick. Of course I let him just lay back and I did all the work. I’ve never cum so hard in my life; it feels so good to be a sexy girl for him.
You’d think dad would be mad about Uncle Marcus taking his wife and daughter, but no. Like I said Uncle Marcus is amazing, dad said he was happy for us to have such an amazing person as our Master and that he would be working extra hard from now on and taking a second job as ‘gay prostitute’ so that Marcus could stay home with mom and me and fuck us however he wants. I hadn’t thought of Uncle Marcus as our master before that but it only made sense. I would do anything for him. So that made him my Master.
Anyway Diary I’ve got to go, Master wants to try fucking my ass tonight and I need to practice.
