Skin Drift
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Skin Drift
If I just waited for my uncle to go on vacation, to land after an exhausting trip, and fall asleep so I could project my consciousness onto him and possess his body? Yes, that's exactly what I did. Do I feel bad? Not at all.
My uncle was an idiot, always bragging about his achievements and the luxuries he'd acquired by maxing out his credit card, drowning in debt but still driving the latest model car, having a designer cell phone, and eating out every day. Why did that bother me? I mean, at the end of the day, it was his card, not mine.
Well, because apparently his "great" lifestyle was worthy of admiration, and if the rest of us didn't share it, that meant we were losers and unambitious. His constant criticism at the dinner table drove me crazy – about not saving, about putting your money into investments, and other financial nonsense that was more talk than action. But the final straw was when, as always, he criticized my sexuality, saying things like my father hadn't been firm enough in raising me, my mother had been too protective, or I hadn't met the right gurl to stop being a fag.
The utter fool dared to criticize the food we always ate, to say that the bed was too hard, that everything was a mess in the house, when we let him stay, eat for free and do practically nothing while "his business took off". He was a bedbug who enjoyed sucking the vitality and happiness of others at the expense of their wallets as well.
So… I guess you reap what you sow, right?
— Damn, you've got a great body, don't you think? – I smiled, sitting in front of the mirror, legs wide open so my member could slap against the seat in that tight swimsuit. My uncle might have been an idiot, but he had a fantastic body: tanned skin, abs. Maybe he wasn't huge, but with his attractive face and matching beard and mustache, he had more than enough to work with…
— I bet you'd be going crazy if you saw everything I'm doing to your body, wouldn't you? – I lowered the index finger of his right hand along the cleft between his pecs. The sensation made me let out a soft, brief gasp that felt like touching the stars. I felt my more mature masculinity now throb, needing more. I gasped a little more, sliding my free hand against his areolas to focus two fingers on the area. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and whimper like there was no tomorrow.
I had no idea that area was so sensitive, or that my uncle's gasps would sound like a fucking symphony to my ears.
All the swimsuits he'd picked out for the trip were shorts and long swim trunks. I had to throw them away and use his credit card to buy new things, the one he was always bragging about. I wouldn't be dressed like your average uncle on my summer vacation-
I'd never felt a more fucking exciting sensation than watching the number on the register climb endlessly, swiping a card, and not having to worry a damn about paying a thing!
I made sure to buy designer linen clothes, tight swimsuits to show off my new tool and my buttocks. For a middle-aged straight man, what my uncle had in the back was fucking huge, a fluffy cake eager for the locals to bury their faces in it and squeeze while their poor, "helpless and deluded" tourist panted until dawn.
I know I'm sadistic to dangerously high levels with someone who's family, my own blood, but do you really blame me for wanting to go this far? I can do whatever I want with him! Like he's my flesh puppet, if I want him to stand up, he does; if I want to swim in his body, I'll do it; or if I want to act like a complete idiot on the highway and stick my tongue out while I slobber all over my new pants, go for it! Hahaha.
What would stop me? Social anxiety, public panic, getting arrested for indecency? Nah, one snap of a finger and I'd be hundreds of miles away in the safety of my room with, if anything, just a headache.
But until then, or until “my” credit card maxes out, I'll stay here, enjoying this fantastic vacation for "me". I love how the sand feels under my skin, the refreshing waves of the sea, or that burning yet comforting sensation of the sun, the sea breeze filling my lungs.
Also, I love how everyone's eyes are on me – a simple waiter, the guy who always makes my bed, the neighbor across the hall, or some curious tourist on the beach. I don't know if it's my pecs, my abs, or these stinky feet, haha! But I love the attention. The first few days I tried to enjoy the beach, not to make too much of a mess or do anything risky, but I'm getting bored, and I think I need a little… Push to make this vacation more fun.
I could hide in my room, leave a damp, smelly swimsuit on the bed so that when the cleaning guy comes, he won't be able to resist the urge to sniff it. Then, magically, I'd pop out and tell him the only way I wouldn't report him is if he gets on his knees to lick my feet and pants like a fucking dog.
Will I get in trouble? Nah, Uncle Roger will, not me.
Am I cruel? Very. Do I care? Ha, fuck off.
This body is all mine until the holidays are over, and I'm going to squeeze every last drop of sweat out of this sculpted body. Maybe you were right after all, Uncle Roger. The luxuries and the "great man" life are meant for only a few, and I think you'll just have to watch from the back of your tiny brain while I do whatever I damn well please.
— Another margarita, sir?
— Of course, thank you. Charge it all to the same account.
— Um… Sir, it says the purchase was declined. Would you like me to process it again?
— Oh, no. It's fine as is. The only problem is I don't have any cash, but… I think we can work something out, right?
I'm really going to enjoy this vacation. Ha.
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In the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!
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