Forbidden Family Secrets: Uncle’s Diary

I can’t believe my uncle actually kept a diary of our filthy encounters. Every page is soaked in the memory of his thick cock stretching my tight hole, his guttural groans as he bred me like a common whore. He writes about the way I begged for more, my asshole clenching around his shaft, dripping with our mixed juices. The diary is a testament to our taboo depravity, a chronicle of every night he claimed me as his own personal cocksleeve.

Last entry describes how he bent me over the kitchen table, my ass presented like a ripe peach. He didn’t bother with lube, just spat on his fingers and roughly shoved them inside, making me gasp. Then his cock, hot and demanding, pushed past my sphincter, filling me completely. He fucked me slow and deep, whispering how much he loved corrupting his own niece. I came untouched, my cum splattering the floor as he pumped his seed deep into my bowels.

The diary doesn’t hold back. It details every moan, every slap on my ass, every time he called me his little slut. I read it now, fingers buried in my cunt, imagining him watching. This is our secret, our incestuous bond recorded in ink and lust. I’ll add my own entries soon, describing how I crave his dirty cock, how I dream of his cum dripping from my lips. This diary will never stop growing, just like our forbidden hunger for each other.