The Diary / Part One

“What?”
 
“Nothing!”
 
“Baloney!  Your face says you ate the canary.  Spill it!”
 
“No!  Forget it!”
 
“Look sister, I’ve got the goods on you because of last Saturday night.  Now spill it of I’m going straight to mom!”
 
“She wouldn’t believe you anyway.”
 
“Oh yes she will!  I have a picture!”
 
“No you don’t!  Show me!”
 
So Tracy waved the picture in front of Stacy.
 
“OH shit!  Give me that!  Give it to me right now!”
 
The scuffle between twin sisters, dressed in short and tank tops, was a sight to see. 
 
Except no one was there to watch except the ones who were fighting.
 
The fight ended suddenly when Stacy bit Tracy on the right nipple.
 
Tracy still did not give up the picture of Stacy in a heavy petting session with her boyfriend.  They stood there, across the room from each other, breathing heavily from their scuffle.
 
Suddenly Tracy turned as though to go out of their shared room.
 
Stacy panicked “WAIT!  Wait Trace!”
 
“Only if you tell me what it is that makes you look like a catbird in the driver’s seat!”  She continued out the door, albeit in slow motion.
 
“OK . . . . . . .Ok . . . . . .ok!.  But you have to give me the picture.  Mom would absolutely kill me if she saw that!”  Stacy’s eyes were transfixed on the Polaroid snap shot in Tracy ’s hand.
 
“All right, but you tell first, and if it is all that good, I’ll give you the damn picture.”
 
Both girls knew their mom would have a conniption fit if she saw the picture of a boy’s hand on Stacy’s breast.  She was SUCH a stick in the mud.  Both girls believed that their mother must have dust in her pussy, considering how up tight she was.  A southern belle to boot, she seemed to NEVER enjoy herself.  And their father, their poor darling patient to the nth degree father, didn’t even dare touch their mother for fear of raising her prodigious and long lasting wrath. 
 
It was not as though they were children!  I mean, for gods sake!  They were both in college and straight ‘A’ students, none the less; pre-Med for Stacy, and Architecture School for Tracy . 
 
Yet their mother was like a tigress protecting their very sacred maidenhood.  The bitch!
 
“So spill already!”
 
Stacy grinned even more maliciously. 
 
“WHAT!  GOD DAMN WOMAN!  GIVE IT UP!”
 
Stacy started laughing.  “Trace, I think I have solved our problems with mom!”
 
“WHAT!!!!!!!! !!  How??????!!!”
 
“I found her diary!”

“You found her WHAT!!!????”
 
“Her DIARY, idiot child!  It starts before she and daddy were married, and she is STILL writing in it!”
 
“So why is THAT of any concern to us?”
 
Stacy’s smirk got even broader.  “BECAUSE, silly girl, she is now, and always has been fucking around on daddy!”
 
“ NO WAY !”  Tracy was not prepared for that answer.  To think that her parents, her MOTHER, was human was more than her mind could assimilate.   She sank down on her bed and just sat there thinking, her white knuckled hands clasped between her legs.  Stacy recognized that her twin sister was totally overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed like SHE had been when SHE first stumbled on the volumes of her mother’s infidelities several months before. 
 
Finally Tracy looked up and said, “Prove it!  Read me something out of it.  And you better not be lying about this either, you  . . . . you . . . . . you . . . . .”   Tracy rubbed her sore nipple as she peered at here still smirking sister.
 
“OK, smarty pants, listen to this!”  Stacy reached under her pillow to retrieve an already opened leather bound book, adjusted her glasses, and started reading.
 
 
“Well, two more days till I marry Stephen.  Rich, good looking, easily manipulated Stephen.  This is going to be a marriage made in Southern Belle heaven!  I will get everything I want without much problem at all. 
 
“He is such a push over.  He almost caught me with Mark last night though.  Poor Mark had to wait in the closet for over 30 minutes while I told loving Stephen about my day.  I barely had time to put my dress on and button my blouse before Stephen walked in the front door.  But oh my goodness did Mark make me pay for that after he got out o the closet!  I was shaking for thirty minutes I was so turned on while he pounded into my body!  I lost track of time.  God he has a glorious wee-wee! 
 
“Why am I suing suck juvenile words to describe this?  I love writing dirty words.  I can’t say them, so I love writing them.  I love writing cock and fuck and pussy and cunt.  Words that a good southern belle never says out loud, but I can write them in my own private diary that no one will ever read!  So I will!
 
“FUCK, SLUT CUNT ASSHOLE SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT
 
“God damn son of a bitch fuck ass cunt cock sucker
 
“That is so damn much fun.
 
“Anyway, for posterity, he asked me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks and let him lick my asshole.  God I love saying it like it really happened.  He licked my asshole!  He did!  He licked my asshole.   He even stuck his tongue up me a little bit.  God I was so turned on!  I was shaking and had to hold myself steady.  His fingers were going in and out of my vagina the whole time.  The vagina that Stephen thinks is s virgin!  He is such a moron!  He actually thinks he is marrying a sweet chaste virgin! 
 
“I wonder w hat an orgasm feels like.  What did Betty call it?  COMING
 
“I wonder what coming feels like.”
 
 
Stacy looked up at Tracy ’s ashen face, still smug as a tom cat after a god night’s prowl .
 
“Now give me the god damn picture Trace.” 
 
Tracy handed the picture over without protest.

Without even looking up at her sister, Stacy turned the page and started reading again.


 
“Well tonight is my bachelorette party.  My last night as a single woman!  Here I am at the age of twenty one and I am going to be rich tomorrow.  The ultimate success!  Marry money, that is what my mother always said.  Well, I am marrying money big time.  And I haven’t even had to have sex with him to land him!  He hasn’t even tried to make me! 
 
“Julie is putting the party on.  Wonder what she has arranged?  She is a little wild, so I suppose anything could happen.

“GOD, my hangover is terrible.  I hope I feel better by tonight for my wedding.  Right now I think I’ll go puke.
 
 
 “Well, I feel a little better now.  Not sure how much I drank.  I remember doing shooters with Julie and Jeeg.  Then I remember the strippers arriving.  I was shocked they were all black guys.  I hadn’t thought it of Julie.  But they sure had huge peckers.  Long floppy ones till Julie talked me into sucking on one.  Black meat she said, I need to learn to enjoy black meat.  So she made me suck a black cock.  Then another one, and another one, pretty soon they were all hard and watching me. 
 
“Julie lifted my dress up and played with my pussy while I was sucking the guy with the biggest cock.  It was quite filling, thank you very much!  I told Julie I couldn’t do anything but suck them, but she just poured me more tequila.  I told her I was off the pill because we wanted to make a baby right away.  She poured me more tequila.
 
“I remember his hand taking my boobs out. 
 
“And I remember my mouth getting a full load of mancome. 
 
“OH GOD!  I just remembered!  A black guy put his dick inside my pussy.  They were fucking me last night!  OH MY GOD!  The black guys were fucking me.  Shit, I don’t remember them using a condom. 
 
“I just put my finger inside me and they definitely came inside me.  Oh god, I wonder if I am pregnant!”
 
 
Stacy started laughing like crazy.  “Well little sister, Who’s your daddy?  Think the black guys are our daddys?”
 
“HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE TROLLOPE!  How DARE you!”  Tracy stormed out of the room in tears.


Part Two