Ann's Story -- Chapter Four
I dreamt of everything. I dreamt of Ray and even Aunt Lee making love to me. I dreamt of them fucking me, and even of them ravaging me. I didn't dream of DeeAnn as I had never met her. She was never really a part of the family. I never understood why. Nobody ever talked about it. It was just accepted.
In my dreams I was able to handle everything that was thrown at me, but I could only dream of the things I knew about. I can't dream of what Lee and Ray know sexually that I can't think of. I mean, sure they could tie me down and put cigarettes out on my tits, but I didn't really think they would do that. Ray said they wouldn't hurt me intentionally. But what if they hurt me un-intentionally? What happens then?
I awoke more confused than before I fell asleep. I strained to listen if anyone was in the house but could not hear a sound. I stayed where I was a few moments longer, then I got up.
I didn't dress or even throw on grandma's robe that hung from the bathroom door. I left the room and roamed the house completely naked, and it felt free and nice. I wanted them to see me. I knew deep down I wanted them to want me. And they did, didn't they. Right up to the point where I let my own damn head get in the way. I'm such an idiot.
I was in the kitchen and still had not heard anything from anyone. I saw my phone on the counter and picked it up. There was a text from Ray. My heart leapt but quickly deflated as I realized it could be a text saying he was going back to Kansas without me. I opened the phone slowly and read the text. The breath I was holding escaped me and I relaxed. All it said was that he and grandma had gone to the store and to run a few errands and they would be home shortly. I looked at what time the text came in and it was twenty minutes earlier. They must have just left right before I woke up. I knew I still had some time on my own.
I sat on one of the kitchen chairs and scrolled through my phone reading other texts and missed calls. I noticed my father had called an hour earlier. Strange I thought but put it out of my head.
I returned my best friend's call, and we talked for a bit, and I informed her that I would be moving to Kansas. She wasn't happy about it, but she understood and wished me luck. It wasn't until after we hung up that I realized that I had just confirmed to someone that I was indeed going to Kansas. The reasons why were not important. Had my subconscious made up my mind while I was sleeping? Interesting.
I tried and tried to ignore the fact that my father called but I just couldn't any longer. I gave in and called him back. As the line rang, I remembered I was naked and could not complete the call so hung up.
I returned to grandma's bedroom and retrieved her robe from its hook and put it on. Afterwards I lay down on grandma's bed again but that made me feel uncomfortable as well and I returned to the kitchen. I hit redial and the line rang. This time my father picked up on the third ring.
"Hello." He said politely enough considering he knew who was calling.
"Hi Dad, I saw that you called. Sorry I missed it, I was sleeping."
"Yeah, that's fine. Ummm, I just wanted to say something to you."
I paused and let a moment pass before asking. "Yeah, what's that dad?" I half expected to start hearing the lecture again of how terrible I am and never loved him, yada yada yada. But instead, I heard a soft voice mixed with emotion and tears.
"I just want to tell you that I'm sorry for everything and that I love you and always will and that I think it's a good idea for you to go with Ray to Kansas. I just need you to know all of that before you leave. Most importantly that you know I love you, but also that if things don't work out down there you are always welcome to come home."
WHAT!? Who was this? What is going on. What did Ray say to him. Where was this all coming from?
"Hello? Ann? You there? Did you hear what I said?"
"Umm, yeah Dad I heard. I'm sorry but why now? Why are you being so nice to me now? I never thought you would accept the idea of me going to Kansas. Why the change of heart?"
He paused for a bit, and I didn't rush or interrupt him. Then his voice came back on the line. "Because Ann, you are my daughter. You are my flesh and blood. I know I suck as a father and even worse at being a dad, and I'm going to work on that. So, if you feel you need to do this, then I want to support you in it. Also, Ray said he was going to pay to put you through school and I think that's a good idea. I know I will never be able to afford it."
AHH here we go. I knew there was an anterior motive. The school thing was always a sore subject between us. I wanted to call him out on it, but for some reason I just couldn't. The rest of his words still felt good to hear and I didn't want to be the one to ruin this call.
"Thanks Dad. I appreciate that and I love you too. Always have, always will."
I didn't have the heart to tell him I still didn't plan on going back to school even if Uncle Ray was going to pay for it. I was going to Kansas to be a whore. To be a sex slave for my aunt and uncle. I was going to Kansas to fuck and get fucked.
Deep down I wanted to say that to hurt him, but I didn't. We ended the call with me telling him I would call him when we got on the road. I meant it but at the same time, I knew I wouldn't.
After I hung up, I recalled my thoughts. So, I had made up my mind? My brain seemed to think so. I mean what's the worst that could happen? I really doubted they planned on fucking me to death and even if they did, that's not such a bad way to go.
Okay, so I'm going. It's settled. And if I am going than I am going to go there and be the best damn whore they ever had. I mean, after all, it's a mindset, right? Get my mind right and in the game and I can pull this off. Maybe even have some fun while at it. It wasn't like they were asking me to do anything I don't already do anyway. I clean my own house. I do laundry and dishes. I do my own shopping. I do it all with never any help. There, Ray said they would help as well with all that stuff. All they were asking on top of all that was to provide free sex. I like sex. I like sex a lot in fact. Not like I wouldn't be having sex here if I stayed. So, the only real difference was going to be having sex at times when I didn't feel like it or having some sex I really wasn't into, and that wasn't much as it was. I can do this. Now I must convince Uncle Ray and make him excited about taking me with him again. I needed to prepare.
I returned to grandma's bedroom where I found the strap-on that she had worn earlier, lying in the bathroom sink. I washed and dried it and laid it on the bed. Next, I went through whatever drawers and cabinets I could find until I found grandma's stash of play toys. Retrieving the biggest butt plug I could find I washed and dried it as well and laid it with the strap-on. I knew I was going to make a huge squirting mess, so I laid out many towels across the bed before getting into the middle of and making myself comfortable.
I didn't know exactly when they would get home, and I didn't want to start too early, but I wanted to be warmed up when they got here. I tried to guess their ETA based on what time Ray had sent me the text and what store I thought they would go to. Then figure mileage and maybe another pitstop for gas or whatever. AND, yeah, I had no idea.
Okay, new strategy. Just start and when they get home, they get home. If I'm tired and wore out when they get here, then so be it. I will still go through with everything and make sure that both get whatever they want from me. I might as well get used to that from the way Uncle Ray talks anyway.
I centered myself on the bed making sure I was facing the bedroom door. I wanted the first thing for them to see was my cunt. I spread legs apart bent slightly at the knee and ran the dildo of the strap-on down through my wetting slit. Back and forth. Slowly and lightly. Just enough pressure that I knew it's there, but not enough to end it all so soon.
My nipples were hardening as I would tweak one and then the other with my left hand. My right hand was still busy between my legs. My slit glistening from my leakage. I couldn't wait any longer and inserted the dildo into myself. It wasn't the biggest dildo I had ever seen or used, but it wasn't no mini either. I was able to push it on home with ease as I relaxed and accepted it into me.
I pulled back on the end I was holding until the head was almost all the way out and then slid it back in all the way. Slowly the first few times, and then faster and harder with each plunge afterwards.
It didn't take long for the first wave of orgasm to hit me and within a few minutes I was squirting out with each stroke. I could feel my fluid drain between my legs, down through my slit and between my ass cheeks where it pooled on the towels I laid out.