FILTHY WET DIARIES

f*****g MY SISTER'S HUSBAND Evelyn ; I was so nervous about going to my sister's place for the holiday. Partly because my sister can be a control freak at times. The main reason was her newly wed husband. The man was an eye candy. He had this s****l aura around him that made ladies drool over him. I was not exempted. The way he looked at me also didn’t help the situation. I can’t really tell if it’s just in my head, but he looks at me like I’m some sort of meal, ready to be devoured. It always made my body react in very shameful ways. My heart began beating fast unconsciously as I got close to their home. “Evie!!!” My sister, Anna screamed as she saw me. Apparently, she was outside, waiting for me to arrive. She hugged me tightly, asking about school and stuff as she guided me into the house, and there he was. Marcus. He was at the kitchen counter, shirtless and sweating. He was barefooted. His chest glistened with sweat, his hair rough as though he had roughly ran his hands through them. I couldn’t help but drool at him. His pants were on the lower part of his waist, the perfect V disappearing under the waistband, and the clearest, fattest outline of a half - hard c**k I have ever seen in my life. I quickly lifted my eyes to avoid being caught drooling, and when I did, he was staring at me. A mischievous sinful smirk on his lips as though he had caught me red handed. I gulped. “Evelyn!! Welcome in” “Hey Marcus” “How’s school? ” He asked as his eyes wandered round my body. I noticed, and wondered if my sister did as well. “Fine” I answered curtly not being able to say more as my body was already reacting under his gaze. “Marcus is preparing dinner Evie, come, I’ll show you to your room so you can freshen up and be down before he’s done “ I quickly followed her upstairs to freshen up. After I was done I went downstairs dressed in my usual oversized top and panties. I realized it was a bad decision by the time I saw Marcus. His eyes carefully scanned me slowly with a dark expression. “Someone seems to be a big girl now” I flushed not knowing what to reply. What did he even mean by that? I contemplated going to change and was about heading back upstairs when my sister came in. She had gone to get some drinks from the nearby store. “Are you ready for dinner Evie?Come, let’s set the table”. “Sure” I said and went to help her out. During dinner, they kept asking various questions about school and I answered all their questions like it was an interview. My sister and I gossiped a little about some of our acquaintances after which I offered to do the dishes while she and Marcus headed upstairs to bed. I was doing the dishes and didn’t notice Marcus walk up to me at the counter. He stood behind me as he placed the cup he had used to drink in the dish and his bare chest brushed my back lightly. I felt the air leave my lungs instantly and I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. “Need help Evelyn?,” His voice was hoarse and low with something I couldn't quite describe. It felt like he was asking to help relieve my aching p***sy, rather than with the dishes. I shoke my head vigorously, not able to utter a word, for fear that I could beg him to f**k me, hard. “Okay dear” He said as he patted my shoulder with his rough calloused hands and I felt my knees weaken instantly. I held on to the sink for support, not wanting to let him know how he affected me. It’s been a long time since I was laid out properly. I guess that’s why my body was so sensitive. Or so I thought. I heard his heavy footsteps climb the stairs up and he was gone in seconds. I finished with the dishes and went straight up to my room. I shut my door lock as I leaned against the wood, gasping for breath helplessly. The image of Marcus’ bare upper body, the way he looked at me, his deep raspy voice. My skin felt tight, my pulse between my legs felt hot. I couldn’t breathe right. I couldn’t think. I slowly slid down the door until I was sitting on the ground, and I spread my knees open. I quickly got out of my top and tossed it to the side, as my fingers reacted on their own. I shoved my hands into my panties, unsurprised and gasped at how slick I was. I slid two fingers through my folds yearning desperately to be relieved from the pressure. I imagined Marcus’ huge rough hands were on me, instead of mine. I imagined as his thick rough fingers slid into me, spreading me open, pushing deeper, curling just at the right place while he watched my face with that smug devilish confident grin of his. The second I touched my c**t, I had to bite down on my lips to keep myself quiet, but a whimper slipped out anyway. My legs shook. I began circling my c**t moving slow at first, then I went faster, my hips rocking upwards into my own hand. I imagined him calling me dirty names, saying dirty things to me as he praised my little tight water fountain. Him dropping to his knees, yanking my panties aside, and eating me off while I cried and begged for more. “Marcus,… ohh Goddddd” It came out broken, needy and desperate. I added one more finger in, making it three, stretching, f*****g myself, hard and fast like I wanted him to. My pace increased as my fingers moved faster between my legs, thinking of all the things I wanted him to do to me. I ground my palm against my c**t and the sounds became more persistent, filling the room with sloppy sounds of skin against skin. Uncontrollable gasps, soft moans, as I kept calling his name over and over again like a prayer.