(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 on…
"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
