>ANON'S JOURNAL
>KEEP OUT
>Dear cheap dollar-store notebook I'm trying to pass off as a journal,
>Anon here. Poorfag.
>I feel like you need some context to understand my situation. I live with my crappy dyke mom in a tiny shitty apartment.
>Her roller derby paycheck has to filter through a layer of beer and weed before any of it goes to me. That's why her teammates call her Blaze. I mean, that and the fire-colored hair.
>On the plus side, when she's out with the "Wonderbolts" (<-- tacky)    she leaves me alone.
>At least... until recently.
>See, Gramma and Grampa's health went to shit, and they had to go to a nursing home.
>But they still had another daughter living with them. That makes her my aunt.. even though she's a year younger than me.
>So guess who now has to share this shoebox with TWO women?
>Mom acts like she's the one being put upon for having to raise her little sister, too. Like she ever puts any work into anything at home. We'd have roaches if I didn't clean up after her. I mean, more roaches.
>Officially ("if CPS asks", according to Mom), Scootaloo sleeps in Mom's bed. Like that's so much better.
>Except almost every night, Mom brings a woman home. Jacking off to the noise of that has been fucking confusing. It doesn't help that most of the time, it's the roller derby team captain. She's spent so much time chewing Mom's orange pubes, they call her Spitfire. The two of them could almost be twins. Mom probably just bangs her to stay on the team, though.
 
>So since she's got nowhere to sleep, my aunt (feels weird to call her that) Scootaloo sneaks into MY bed.
>Imagine waking up to some kind of baby orangutan laying on you. Well you don't have to, because you're a notebook being written in with a pen I found in the fucking parking lot. But I do.
>This girl is all goddamn orange limbs in every direction. There's always at least an arm, a leg, or both slung across me when I wake up. Or she's clinging to one of my arms, or...
>Okay, so this morning, her foot was pressed right up against my morning wood. Normally I try to slide out from under her without waking her up, just so I can have a LITTLE time "to myself", but.. I just tried to stay still.  Not for that reason! Just so she wouldn't get weird on me.
>Truth is I've got kind of a huge crush on her. That's fucked up, right? It's just... I haven't had a lot of contact with girls.. I'm terrified they'll meet my mom, and I don't need anyone knowing she exists.
>It would drive any guy crazy having a cute girl sleeping in his bed nearly every night, wouldn't it? Even her snore drives me crazy.. I can just hear the shape of her cute little mouth with each breath.
>If I didn't know she was way too clueless, I'd think she was being intentionally arousing. She has absolutely no shame.
 
>So far all she's ever worn at home is a sports bra and either incredibly loose and short boxers that hang open like mad, or tight uh.. They call them 'boy shorts' I think... with major camel toe in its full detail. I think I actually see her clit bump.
>I guess I should count my blessings she has a top at all since there's nothing there to hide. That's the only sign she's even aware whatsoever that she's a girl. She's always playing sports and just reeks of pungent girl sweat. Jesus. I sit where she's sat sometimes and it's just.. damp.
>When she goes out, she just wears a really long basketball jersey with a t-shirt under it. The jersey is basically functioning as a skirt, as low as it hangs, covering about as much of the top of her as overalls, so the t-shirt is required.
>She's always asking me to go out and play b-ball and whatnot with her, but.. I just cringe every time some neighborhood shitbags are like "oooh who's your girlfriend" and she excitedly explains that she's my aunt, as if that's the coolest thing.
>I mean, at least she likes playing videogames (the few I have), but because I've got that set up at the foot of the bed (It's a small room and a small TV), she always sits in my lap.
>I mean, is she doing this on purpose? I can't believe she's never felt me pop wood. Her bony ass isn't going to hide anything, she could probably read braille with that thing. God, why can't I stop thinking about her orange buttcheeks?
>I haven't been able to jerk off in days, there's like no time I'm ever alone, and we only have the one bathroom so I can't hog it for long.
 
>"Hey Anon!"
>You quickly close your notebook in a way that you hope doesn't look suspicious.
"Oh, h-hi, Scootaloo."
>Fuck fuck fuck fuck. She just had a shower. She's in her towel again. She always does this! She'll be in her towel for fucking hours, just lounging around the room, asking you questions about your meager posessions, letting it fall open in a myriad of ways.. Then eventually getting dressed in front of you
>Er, behind you. You don't look.. You can't. You'd rip a hole in your pants, and Mom has made it clear there's no budget for new clothes. Brought it up the moment Scoots came to live with you. Kind of odd now that you think about it-
>"So this is weird, but.. you didn't come in the bathroom and take my clothes, did you? Like, to put in the laundry, I'm sure.." She walks over to the corner where you keep your dirty clothes. Dammit if she starts rifling through your underwear.. or worse, the socks you try to hide your cum in the few times you're able to sneak some out.. You're going to just die.
"Wha? Of course n-"
>"Wait, where's your dirty clothes pile?"
>Son of a bitch, it IS gone.
 
 
"Mom! did we have unscheduled laundry day or something?"
>Laundry is the ONE thing around the house she actually does. You're grateful you don't have to go through her things, or worse the things her paramours leave behind.
>A surprisingly sober but completely naked Blaze comes out of her room with a key. "Your shit's in my closet, and that's where it's gonna stay until we need to go out somewhere."
"What"
>Your brain is blowing a few fuses at once. You can't avert your eyes, there's just tits right there. You can't say she's not athletic from all that roller derby. Kind of a lot of bruises, too. And sure enough, what looks like a forest fire between her legs.
>"Aint no reason you dont need to wear clothes in the house with just us family around. The both of you. We need to save money, the laundry has gotten ridiculous. I'm not MADE of quarters, you know."
>Scootaloo just shrugs and takes off her towel. What is going on? You close your eyes for a second and try to gather your wits
".. Can't I at least keep some underwear?"
>"Son, you're going through 20 pairs a week right now!" She didnt know the reason for that, and telling her wouldn't solve the problem.
>"Besides, hot water aint cheap either, so we'll be sharing showers, too. There's no need for modesty with Scoots. She's your aunt for god's sake."
"Christ, Mom, if money's that fucked, I'll get a job!"
>You might as well have some excuse to get out of the hou-
>"Anon, your JOB is to make sure that little hooligan doesn't steal anything." Clearly your mom thinks everyone in the world is the same kind of trash as her, though inviting a near-stranger to live with her would make anyone nervous... You have almost nothing to steal.
>" I want you to keep your eye on her 24/7, you hear me?"
>That shouldnt be too hard.
 
LATER
>A totally naked Scootaloo sits down by you, drinking a generic dollar-store soda.
>"You might as well look, Anon. You're gonna see it eventually. I don't give a shit. You're my nephew."
>She cannot be this clueless.. You turn red, but after a second you turn your head.
>You've seen every detail of her shape before, given how she dresses, but you haven't seen her perfect brown little nipples directly. Her slightly damp lower lips with their downy purple pubes haphazardly poking out. Her clit hood bulging right out like it doesn't care.
>She spreads her legs open. "it's cool, guy. No big deal, right? Just some skin.  Now come on and get naked with me. I'm gonna see it soon. Blaze isn't changing her mind, I know that much about my big sister at least."
>"It's fucking hot in here anyway. Not that I mind how you smell when you sweat or anything, but.."  Wait did she just say that?
>This is life now. You make a defeated noise and peel off your shirt. You swear you catch Scoots licking her lips in your peripheral vision. Probably hungry, the poor thing. Looks like she's never had three meals a day in her life.
>You stand up and shuffle your pants and underwear off in one go. "There, see? It's no big- ...   okay, it is.. actually.. big.. Wow"
>You sit back down on the bed and try to put your legs together but Scootaloo just pulls them apart. "Is that... from me? Holy shit Anon am I turning you on? I mean, it wasn't from seeing your MOM, right?"
 
>"Ohhh my god, I just realized since I got here I haven't seen you jack off even once. Guys do that every day, right? It's all built up or something. I'm so sorry! Did you think that would annoy me or something?"
>You try to open your mouth, but even at the best of times, when you weren't in a total haze, you wouldn't be able to talk about this.
>"Okay just, change that around. It annoys me if you DON'T jack off, alright? I don't wanna see you in any discomfort."
>Your brain goes numb as you just reach down and start going through the familiar motions.
>"Yeah! That's cool, Anon. Nothin' weird about it. I'm gonna join you"  Scootaloo keeps her eyes locked right on your rocket while she starts rubbing her own snatch.
>You're so pent-up that even if you DIDN'T have a gorgeous orange nymph in front of you, it wouldn't take you long. Before you can even reach for something to contain it, you shudder and erupt. You hit some kind of distance record. What you didn't realize is you had turned to face Scoots completely, to get a better view (and to give her one maybe?), so your entire load hits her. The first few shots go right in her hair and on her face, three go directly into her open mouth, and the rest plaster her flat, toned torso.
 
>You are frozen in shock at what you've just done, but your aunt only swallows and starts frigging herself harder. She tugs back on her hood hard and screams out an orgasm, her toes curling. "Oh god, that was so hot! Anon, you just... thank you! I was worried this was going to be awkward."
>She leaps onto you and hugs, smearing your own semen onto your chest. "I've always wanted, like, a sister or brother I could share everything with, even the embarrassing stuff. I'm so glad you're comfortable enough around me to let me taste your cum! I thought it would take weeks to get you there.. here, you can taste mine, too"  she puts her wet fingers into your mouth before you can react.
>She then hops off the bed and goes over to her knapsack, which you couldn't help but notice she has been keeping in your room lately. She pulls out a book and hops back onto the bed, seemingly oblivious to the cum in her hair. Her legs are crossed, giving you a view a gynecologist would envy.
>She shoves the book into your hands. "Here! Now that we're.. like this, you can read it."  you look down and see "Scootaloo's Diary" written in sharpie. "Spoilers, I've been jilling in your bed and I've got kind of a crush on you. Hey, so now I can read yours!" She gets up and runs over to your desk (card table).
>"Haha, 'poorfag.' That's great"
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>Dear inside-my-head journal. I guess this is going to save on paper...