I’m My Family’s Fuckcow… and I Love It

I can't see myself being anything but a fuck toy for my family.

I mean, they love me.

They call me all sorts of cute nicknames. A cock sleeve. A cow. A worthless whore with nothing but fat tits and holes.

This is what love is.

Is there anything better than waking up to find your dad fucking you raw and slapping your tits like you don't even have feelings?

I don't think so.

They made me after all, it's the least I can do to them. I belong to them.

Sometimes when I'm at work, I'd replay the mornings in my head... the way my brothers would yank down my panties and laugh about how easy it is to just push in, how my body was practically begging even before I opened my eyes.

The way they grab handfuls of my fat, squeezing and mocking the way I jiggle under them.

I've stopped pretending I'm anything else.

I'm not the pretty sister.

I'm not the good daughter.

I'm not the smart one.

I'm just the house cow. The fat, soft girl they can fuck, humiliate, and leave dripping on the sheets, drooling from both ends.

And god, when they do... it feels like I'm finally fulfilling my purpose.

When they call me names, it makes me throb.

When they ignore me after they empty their loads inside, when they leave me leaking and used like a cumrag nobody bothered to wash... that's when I know I'm special.

Not everyone gets to be this for them.

Not everyone gets to be needed like this.

I love how they laugh when I moan too loud.

I love how they shove me into corners and use me like I'm nothing but a warm, wet hole.

I love how they don't even have to ask anymore, they just take.

They broke me down until the only thing left was a desperate, sloppy cow who would do anything for their touch.

And I'm so, so grateful.

I'm addicted to it.

To my family.

To the feeling of being worthless in their arms.

Isn't that what love really is?

Giving everything and begging for nothing?

Just existing to be used, bruised, laughed at, filled up, again and again and again.

Mornings are my favorite.

When I'm still half-asleep, drooling into my pillow, and I feel the mattress shift under someone's weight.

Sometimes I pretend I'm still asleep, just to feel how careless they are with me.

I don't get kisses or soft wake-ups like normal girls.

I get my legs forced open and a cock shoved inside me without a word.

No hello.

No asking.

Just use.

They'll grope at my tits, slap them, laugh about how fat they are.

They'll call me names I should probably cry about, but all I do is clench tighter around them.

It makes me feel... loved.

At first, I was exclusively used by my close family. Mom, Dad, and Brothers.

After a while, they decided that the whole family should have fun with me.

Cousins, uncles, aunties, practically any family who'd come over for dinner and stayed the night.

Anyone who wanted a turn.

I became the house secret.

The fat, stupid thing upstairs that everyone could unload into whenever they needed.

No condoms.

No pull-out.

Just fill her up and leave.

And the best part?

I was grateful for every second of it.

I still am.

Sometimes they make me play little games.

Like sitting on the couch with my legs spread while everyone watches TV, pretending not to notice I'm leaking onto the cushions.

Or being made to crawl to the kitchen for snacks while someone tugs on my tits like I'm their personal cow.

They make bets about how fast they can make me cum just by spitting the right words into my ear.

"Pathetic cow."

"Cum dump."

"Cocksleeve."

They call me their entertainment.

Better than TikTok.

And when they get bored of watching, they just pull me over and use me until they're satisfied again.

I'm not allowed to ask for anything.

I'm not allowed to talk unless it's moaning or thanking them.

That's love, isn't it?

When they don't even have to pretend to respect you anymore?

When they can just use your body like it's an object in the room and you'll still smile up at them like a desperate little bitch?

There are nights when it gets worse.

Nights when they don't just use me one by one.

Nights when they team up.

Nights when I lose all sense of self.

Nights where I turn into a fat, shaking fuckhole they pass around like it's a game.

They call it "family dinner."

Isn't that cute?

A whole meal centered around their favorite little cow.

They make me lay out on the kitchen table.

Fat, sweating, dripping onto the polished wood while they line up.

Hands paw at every inch of me, my tits slapped so hard, my thighs pulled open so wide you can see everything.

They laugh about it.

About how greedy my holes are.

About how even my fat rolls look like they're begging for cock.

Mom spits in my face.

It drips down my cheek, sticky and hot, but I don't wipe it away.

Good girls don't wipe away gifts.

I just whimper and thank her, my voice cracked and stupid with need.

Then the men take turns.

Thick hands stuffing every hole, mouths biting, cocks slapping across my face, my tits, my stomach.

They use me like a fuck toy they bought cheap at some discount store, rough, careless, like I don't even have a brain in my head.

And maybe I don't anymore.

Maybe they fucked it out of me.

Cum splashes across my belly, my chest, my lips.

I try to lick it all up before it cools because I want them to know how much I appreciate it.

I want them to know I'm grateful for every disgusting, beautiful second they waste on me.

Then mom brings out the food.

Pizzas, sandwiches, chips and she makes it special.

She gets my dad and brothers to jerk themselves off right onto the plates.

Hot, slimy strings of cum dripping onto slices of pizza, pooling in the greasy folds, soaking into the bread.

She hands it to me like it's dessert.

"Eat up, cow," she says, laughing.

"Show your dad and brothers how much you love them."

And I do.

I fucking do.

I moan around every bite, licking my fingers, sucking every filthy taste from the food like it's the best thing I've ever had.

I can hear them stroking themselves while they watch.

Calling me their good little house cum-dump.

Their worthless, hungry pet.

Their fat, brainless fuck cow.

They don't even touch me gently anymore.

When they want to use me again, they just grab my hair, shove me down, and rut against my throat like I'm not even human.

I choke, I gag, tears running down my face, but I never fight it.

Never.

This is love.

This is family.

This is home.

Sticky, used, full -- their fat, pathetic cow, forever kneeling at their feet, smiling through the spit and the cum and the shame like the happiest little thing in the world.

And the worst part is I know it'll never be enough.

No matter how much they use me, how much they humiliate me, how many loads they dump into my greedy, aching body...

I'll always want more.

I'll always beg for more.

Because that's who I am.

That's all I ever wanted to be.

Their fuck cow.

Their cumrag.

Their family toy.

Forever.