September 1st, 2015 - (The Family Basement)
I've known nothing about the outside world. I haven't even seen the city in which I was born in, though I've been told it was a small remote town in Texas. My parents always explained it as a small hick town
, where the whiskey was always cheap and incest ran wild. Now, I don't know too much about the whiskey, but I believe my Dad when he speaks about the family mating rituals.
First off, my name is Whitney Vanesquez. I was conceived from my sister when she was only eighteen. My father is actually my uncle and well, I guess that explains my family history in a nutshell. Though, all I've seen beyond my bedroom, was the long stretching hallways of our family's expansive basement.
My Dad designed it perfectly, just so he and my sister; sorry, my bad, my... mother, wouldn't have to move far. The reason they didn't want to move too far was due to the fact that they ran a certain family business. Now when I say the word, business, I throw that term around lightly. And I mean very lightly.
We run a sex ring down here. Our soul purpose is to impregnate as many women as we can and bring more beautiful children to this world. So naturally, I'm used to the screams from those who are giving birth and to the men they slaughter after their dicks are all used up.
Even now, as I sit in the family room, (which isn't more than two chairs, a couch and a fireplace with an old ass television), I can't help but hear those screams. Those cries of terror are like no other noise I've heard before. I'm twenty years old, by the way. I have long, smooth brown hair, brown eyes, thick lips, a somewhat wide mouth, a slightly widened nose and semi big breasts.
My father always told me, "Honey, you've honestly got the most perfect set of tits I've ever seen." I can't honestly argue with the man. I mean, I'm five foot six inches tall and I have size BB 1/2 cup breasts. They're borderline CC's and are perky as fuck!
I always prided myself on those things, as well as my big Latina ass, which I inherited from my sis... mother, sorry. Oddly enough, I didn't turn out bad looking at all. I have a beautiful set of teeth, which are somewhat big, and my eyes are large as well. My belly has just a tiny bit of chubbiness on it, giving me a perfect tiny spare tire.
That matched well with my thick, meaty legs. My belly button is pierced as is my lower lip, with a ring resting right in the center. I love this ring since it makes my lip look even fuller than usual. So I'm sitting on this nice, soft couch gazing at the fireplace as it crackles and dances for my entertainment. I hear another loud scream from a room just off to the right.
Dad told me that Miss Lorence was due to give birth to her triplets today. (Poor girl, having to push not one but three babies out in one sitting... I can't even imagine. She's only nineteen by the way.) Right, I write these diary entries to help keep my mind stable; it's all I have so I don't go insane from all the angry cursing and yelling these women produce.
And do you know what is even weirder than all of this? My parents tell me that the meat in which we consume every night is from those men that we kill. (You know, the ones whom we murder once they're dicks are all dried out? Yeah, those ones!) To be completely honest, I was absolutely grossed out by that. It began to make me question everything about my life. I thought, back then, what happens when Dad's ready to impregnate me?
That's certainly a smart ass question to be asking since he had no qualms doing it to my sister. (I'm tired of calling her my mother; I really am. She was so young when she got pregnant for me. My other brothers and sisters weren't as lucky as I was to turn out so beautiful, but they're gorgeous in their own rights.)
I loved each and every one of them... Until they were mercilessly slaughtered due to their birth defects. My father told me, "Honey, they're abominations who need to be put back into the ecosystem so that they can return when they're fixed." 'Until they're fixed', what the fuck?! They looked perfectly fine to me! Sure, we're all born out of a horrendous fashion, but they still had souls damn it!
They still... they still had hearts. Anyway... May they all rest in peace. I can feel my heart crack right now; tears are rolling down my cheeks, but I must fight em' back. Dad doesn't like to see weakness. Oh, how I wish I could finally leave this hell hole! When can I leave?
I'm an adult, so I should be able to at least walk on the surface, you know? I'm twenty god damn years old, and they won't... they won't let me leave. I just remembered, though I wish I hadn't, Dad showed up to my room over three months ago on my birthday. It's been such a short time, but I know I'm pregnant. I can practically feel the incest based seed swishing around inside me, even though it's only the size of a lemon.
I feel sick to my fucking stomach and if I throw up, he'll beat me. So I gotta bide my time and try to settle the sickness. I'll just puke later. Just so you know, as I write these entries knowing that they're filled with negativity, I like to add something positive.
So let's play the favorite game. Today's favorite thing category, food. Like I mentioned, we eat meat made from the men that my father slaughters and I feel so disgusting for eating it. But if we're not eating that meat, I love to eat lasagna. Yes, that and spaghetti. :) . Okay, I hear my Dad coming, I gotta go!