(Author's note: This fantasy story was requested on Literotica by Seduclove.
Diary entries are written by Secuclove)
A Slut In The Family
Part 2: Uncle Tom's house.
Uncle Tom had thought long and hard about Jennifer's, 'condition' where she thought she was a nympho from being turned on by sex. Not necessarily the sex part, although once that starts, it's anyone's guess where Jen will end up.
Jen felt that her own body betrayed her; it had a mind of its own, and a drive that needed filling. Now that he thought about it, the more he realized the times that he had grabbed Jen, she had run upstairs afterwards and locked the door to her reality. She had played the whole fantasy out before him. Uncle Tom also had the e-mails from Jen's computer and he read some of them.
He had found out about the banana blowjob this way. Today he'd find something different.
Jenny had been talking to an author on Literotica, some Jack guy. Jen has told him things about her, about her problem. Jack seems to think that her only problem is that she is not in tune with her body.
"Don't confuse Love and Sex Jen, there not the same."
Uncle Tom got a kick out of that one. "I like this guy already," he muttered. He read onβ¦
"Your body is not playing tricks on you Jen; it is a normal reaction to becoming turned on, physically, in your case, mentally in others. You can't control your body because you do not want too, secretly. In the back of your mind you're addicted to orgasms, which happens on occasion, I suppose. Probably not as much as men wish for, or brag about later. Your body produces chemicals which enhance your sexual abilities to the point of exhaustion."
That was true enough he thought, as he remembered how she looked before crawling into bed. Total exhaustion, and something else, total contentment.
Jen came over dressed in her street clothes. She was not happy to be here since she suspected that her Uncle Tom had spied on her. Her grandfather had almost ordered her to go over to his son's house after school. Jen pleaded with the old man to let her stay home, but she didn't give him a valid reason, except for saying that Uncle Tom treated her "bad".
Jen entered the house, it was hot inside, but the shades on the window were drawn, and the room was in shadows. "Come here Jenny," Tom asked.
She walked over to him, noticing him sitting in the shadows; his features were obscured from her view.
"You know what to do Jen, I want the kitchen cleaned, the floor washed, and the living room cleaned and vacuumed up." He waved his hand around. "Get it all done and you can go swimming all day long, with me."
He paused. "Anything you need to ask me about, sweetheart?"
Jen wanted to jump on him and claw his eyes out. "Not yet, Uncle dear, but I do have some questions for you, later."
Tom chuckled, "Yes, I bet you do at that. I was hoping you would wear that pretty new pink top you like so much, must be in the wash, 'eh sugar?"
Jen bristled. "For someone who supposedly hates me, you're sure interested in how I dress lately."
"Now sweetie, I don't hate you, I just see you in a different light then the one you portray to everyone else. You think you're just the cutest thing running off to school in your little skirt and see through top's. But I know the truth about you Jen, your just a little cock hungry slut, but your too afraid to ask a guy to fuck you."
He stood up, "Get to work wench, and if you do a good enough job you can go swimming." He walked out of the room, leaving her there, fuming mad.
Jenny tore into her work, determined that Uncle Tom would have no reason to deny her the right to swim in the pool. She cleaned the entire kitchen first, even getting on her knees to wash the floor.
She thought back to what he called her, "
A cock hungry slut.
" She wasn't like that, was she? She craved sex and orgasms, she just had no control over herself, and she needed orgasms till she passed out from exhaustion, unable to pop one more time. Jenny sighed.
After cleaning the kitchen Jen was very hot, and she thought about changing into her bikini. She walked into the living room where her uncle sat watching Sports Center on TV.
She walked over and grabbed her bag, "I'm going to change into my swimsuit and finish cleaning, Uncle."
"Oh great," he muttered. "More distractions, go ahead Jennifer, just parade yourself around me in your little slut suit," he said with a laugh.
She was about to say something, but thought better of it. She was going to find out why he peeped on her, one way or the other. "The Kitchen is all done, go take a look at what kind of work a slut really does, Uncle Tom." Jenny ran off to the bathroom so she didn't have to listen to his lame retort. She wiped a tear from her eye.
Uncle Tom got up and glanced into the Kitchen.
Very nice
, he thought. He walked over to the bathroom and waited outside for his niece to open the door.
She could hear him out in the hallway, hell, she thought. He's probably trying to peep in the keyhole. "My Uncle, the Peeping Tom," she muttered, and giggled.
"What the hell is so funny in there?" Uncle Tom demanded to know, and he wanted to know everything about his niece. The door opened and Jen walked out in her lovely new two piece bikini. Uncle Tom had half expected her to wear a thong, and he was kind of disappointed. "Come along with me," he ordered.
He took Jen into the kitchen and Uncle Tom pulled out a chair and sat on it, with his legs slightly apart. He looked at Jennifer.
"Just what the hell did you do in your room last night, missy?"
"You know damn well what I did Uncle, you were right there. I was playing with myself, girls do it all the time."
"What you were doing has nothing to do with how normal girls play with themselves; calling your pussy naughty, and then slapping it? Seems to me you can't control yourself once you get horny. You're acting like some damn nymphomaniac, having so many orgasms, you pass out from them."
Jen was stunned listening to her Uncle describe her condition. "So I loose control and enjoy cuming. What's wrong with that?" Jenny was ready to cry, or fly into a rage over her Uncle's visit last night.
"What's wrong with that?" he mimicked. "You're doing it to a fucking toy, and not a real man, sweetheart." He stood up. "You are one of the prettiest girl's I've ever seen, Jennifer. What you're doing is just not right. If your going to have sex, at least have good sex!" he said loudly, hoping it would sink in.
"No husband is going to want me once they know I'm insatiable Uncle Tom!" she exclaimed. "All they'll see is a slut lying in bed with them; and no
one
man is going to give me all of the fucking I need to satisfy my desires," she wailed.
"You don't know that, that's just your fear talking, young lady," he spat back at her.
Uncle Tom threw his hands in the air. "I know plenty of guys who would love to have a slut like you, and I'll have you know that I'm one of them!" he told her and walked away.
"Go clean the living room, and I'll be by the pool when you're done."
Jennifer stormed off into the living room as her uncle went outside. Her nipples were rock hard under her top, and her pussy was already throbbing. She knew there were men like that; men who used women like her for sex, those women were called whores.
No, not whores, sluts, sluts did it for pride. She had read that someplace, maybe on Literotica somewhere. Her hand reached into her bikini bottoms and she stroked her clit softly. She realized what she was doing and as she tugged it out, her nail scratched her clit as it flew back. She bucked from the pain, and took a sharp intake of air. Her hand clamped on her pussy as she felt the shock of an orgasm hit her. She moaned low "Oh god no, don't start now, please!" she begged.