Cleaning up for Big D

I'm the quiet of No. 4 Pricey Drive, the sound of my arse cheeks clapping as I rush to enter the bathroom help hammer in how far I was falling. I close the door to the bathroom, take off the T-Shirt, and turn on the shower. Before I put the short intimate wash basket, I hold it him to my nose. It was one of Dudley's thrown into my room the day before, when he'd returned from a local doing competition. I inhaled his sweaty smell, and I could feel myself so close to orgasm from that that as I entered the shower, I let my mind create a fantasy.

While I wash my hair, I subconsciously pull on it, imagining my cousin face fucking me before he's finished using my saliva to lube his fat dock up to deepthroat me.

I cough up as my mental blowjob led to me acting it out and got a mouthful of shower water. I snap out of it and finish my hair. My hair is red like my mother's. Running down past my arse, the thought of having the same colour hair as my mum makes me wonder if she had been like me.

Were you a Submissive Masochist like me Mum? Everyone says you never got along with Dad until you were married. Did you fall in love? Or did my Dad just claim you?

I try ignoring the insistent throb of my cunt as I wash myself, but with each rub of my plump, F Cup breasts and large, thick nipples just edges me closer and closer to the needed climax... but I keep stopping myself somehow. The same happens as my hands go lower and every brush of my clitoris has my pussy pulsing.

What would have happened Mum? If you and Dad had lived? Raised me? Would I have gone downstairs in my birthday, naked, and joined you in sucking Dad's dick before we went to the Ministry to register me as a Submissive?

When I’m lathering my arse cheeks it becomes too much and I realise what I need to do. I quickly wave my Wand and in my hand appears a large, thick dildo. It has a suction cup and I attach it to the wall.

With enough shower lotion to use as lube, I rub the dildo between my buttcheeks, hotdogging the shaft for my own pleasure before I skowly push the eleven inches of fake dick into my arsehole. I bite down on my Wand like a horse chomping on a bit as the dildo stretches out my back passage.

In my mind I picture my cousin pounding hard into me. I know it’s sick and wrong to lust after my cousin, but it’s just so hot, he's been such a consistent presence in my life, always enjoying the sight of me suffering.

If you had lived Mum... would you have fixed your relationship with Aunt Petunia? Would she have smiled as Dad and Uncle Vernon used you as a cumrag? Would you have arranged for me to become Dudley's bitch?

Then I start imagining him doing me in front of his friends, proving to them all that I’m as big a Freak as he always told them I am. He's right, I know that now. Only a Freak would be turned on by becoming the sexsleeve of someone who hates them. His humiliating of me and my begging bring me closer.

The fantasy changes again, and I have the image of his gang naked and jacking off to me being my Cousin's fuck toy was so embarrassing to imagine but thrilling and exciting as well, and-

CUMMING!!!

I turn the shower off and manage to safely slide off the dildo and flop onto the floor. Where I belong!

The orgasm singles through my whole body, even if the empty feeling in my arse already has me itching to jump back on the dildo. I resist the urge, Dudley wanted me to cook breakfast for him.

I dry myself and use my magic to style my hair in a kong, single braid going down my back like a rope... or a leash

It's then I discover Dudley had removed some items from my pile. More accurately, I had no clothes to dress myself in.

Do it
Do it!
Do it!!!
FUCKING DO IT SLUT!!!

I do my make-up. Green lipstick and lots of mascara. My nipples are so hard and my clit throb as I unlock the bathroom door and head downstairs with nothing on, ready to cook breakfast.