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1. The Diary
One hour ago... "Well, hello Hazel," said Jasmine. "Lilith's expecting you. She's upstairs with Myavi. Actually, could you step into the dining room for a moment?"
One week ago... "Dear Hazel, I look forward to seeing you again! I'll be arriving one week. Arrive promptly at noon. Signed, Lilith."
Two weeks ago... "My sweet half-sister. I know you anticipate your sister Lilith's arrival and will give her the affection you never gave me. On the noon of the day she arrives, I shall make you give even more. Please note the enclosed photo to ensure your cooperation. You should have looked more carefully down the hall that day."
One month ago... "That was easy," says Jasmine, picking the lock. She checked the handwriting again, as the steel cuffs rested in her pocket. "Damn, it's easy to forge that nincompoop. She even dots her i's with little hearts! Now, where did I put those photos...?"
Three months ago... "Oh, hello Hazel!" said Myavi, cradling the phone. "Nice of you to call! Umm... I don't think you should come over here anymore. Lilith's not here until she returns from school, and I think Mom suspects about you and me. What? Tee hee! Let's meet at (giggle) our special place and... Jasmine, is that you? Jasmine??? Oh, I'm sorry Hazel. I thought I heard my half-sister suddenly run down the hall. I hope she didn't overhear us..."
Six months ago... Myavi sighed as she helped her sister Lilith pack. She knew she would return in only half a year, but her heart sank nonetheless. "Myavi, could you get me my old diary? There's no way I'm leaving it here. You know where I put it. I know you come into my room. Thank goodness I keep diary locked!" Myavi reached for the mattress -- then hesitated. Memories came back of over a year ago. She lifted the mattress and *it* was there -- but not the diary. "I think mother found it and put it away in storage," Myavi lied, flushed with indetermination. Lilith looked at Myavi and gave her a hug, perhaps reflecting the deeper feelings Myavi had towards her.
One year ago... Jasmine touched herself. She never felt for another before, but Lilith's friend Hazel made her feel weak with desire. Even would Hazel say just "Hi" to her, she would melt. And Jasmine hated herself for that. She did not want to feel weak, helpless, like that stupid half-sister of hers. That Myavi who had her little "secret". Jasmine cursed herself for not being strong, and steeled herself to resolve her task she set for herself two years earlier...
Two years ago... Myavi *touched* herself. She felt her sister Lilith's soft silk panties between her legs. She felt ashamed, but needed to feel Lilith, even indirectly. She began to lose herself, as her white cream spurted and spilled again, all over Lilith's lacy panties. But this time, she thought she heard the clicking of a camera! She hastily shoved the panties between the matresses, a mistake she knew she would pay for, but there was nothing else she could do. As she crept out of her sister's room, she looked down the hallway and saw no one. She must have been imagining things. Denial... denial.. denial....
Three years ago... "Daddy. How *dare* she take you," thought Jasmine. Jasmine sat in the front row of the church, glaring and sobbing at the bridesmaids, her future sisters. "Father, can't you tell she only wants you for your money? And the only thing you can think of is her pussy! You don't care for me, you don't care for her... daughters. Has she really fallen in love with you? How dare she! How dare she! But it doesn't look at all like she's paying attention to her daughters. How clueless of them not to notice. Well, if it is foolish to risk taking on the mother, perhaps her own flesh and blood will pay."
And just now... "No, sweetie. Don't struggle." Jasmine pushed Hazel in front of her, Hazel's hands cuffed behind her back. "If you struggle, I may drop Lilith's diary and these photos I have of Myavi. You know Myavi? She's that little whore you've been fucking after school for at *least* three months. Did you know her own sister Lilith has the hots for her too? Hmm??? Maybe if you did if you read Lilith's little diary. In fact, I may read it out to you, Lilith, and Myavi. I just sent them to Lilith's room. Perhaps they found Lilith's panties, all soiled and covered with Myavi's... well, *you* should know. Does it taste good? Does it taste all creamy and hot inside of you? Well, I bet you'll show us. Or maybe my half-sister Lilith will show us? See, those naughty panties have been tucked under Lilith's mattress for quite awhile, and they must be all suffocating and suffering under the mattress. So I put them out on Lilith's bed, where the two can find it." Opening the door to Lilith's bedroom, Jasmine smiled, "Let's say hello to them, shall we?"
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One hour ago... "Well, hello Hazel," said Jasmine. "Lilith's expecting you. She's upstairs with Myavi. Actually, could you step into the dining room for a moment?"
One week ago... "Dear Hazel, I look forward to seeing you again! I'll be arriving one week. Arrive promptly at noon. Signed, Lilith."
Two weeks ago... "My sweet half-sister. I know you anticipate your sister Lilith's arrival and will give her the affection you never gave me. On the noon of the day she arrives, I shall make you give even more. Please note the enclosed photo to ensure your cooperation. You should have looked more carefully down the hall that day."
One month ago... "That was easy," says Jasmine, picking the lock. She checked the handwriting again, as the steel cuffs rested in her pocket. "Damn, it's easy to forge that nincompoop. She even dots her i's with little hearts! Now, where did I put those photos...?"
Three months ago... "Oh, hello Hazel!" said Myavi, cradling the phone. "Nice of you to call! Umm... I don't think you should come over here anymore. Lilith's not here until she returns from school, and I think Mom suspects about you and me. What? Tee hee! Let's meet at (giggle) our special place and... Jasmine, is that you? Jasmine??? Oh, I'm sorry Hazel. I thought I heard my half-sister suddenly run down the hall. I hope she didn't overhear us..."
Six months ago... Myavi sighed as she helped her sister Lilith pack. She knew she would return in only half a year, but her heart sank nonetheless. "Myavi, could you get me my old diary? There's no way I'm leaving it here. You know where I put it. I know you come into my room. Thank goodness I keep diary locked!" Myavi reached for the mattress -- then hesitated. Memories came back of over a year ago. She lifted the mattress and *it* was there -- but not the diary. "I think mother found it and put it away in storage," Myavi lied, flushed with indetermination. Lilith looked at Myavi and gave her a hug, perhaps reflecting the deeper feelings Myavi had towards her.
One year ago... Jasmine touched herself. She never felt for another before, but Lilith's friend Hazel made her feel weak with desire. Even would Hazel say just "Hi" to her, she would melt. And Jasmine hated herself for that. She did not want to feel weak, helpless, like that stupid half-sister of hers. That Myavi who had her little "secret". Jasmine cursed herself for not being strong, and steeled herself to resolve her task she set for herself two years earlier...
Two years ago... Myavi *touched* herself. She felt her sister Lilith's soft silk panties between her legs. She felt ashamed, but needed to feel Lilith, even indirectly. She began to lose herself, as her white cream spurted and spilled again, all over Lilith's lacy panties. But this time, she thought she heard the clicking of a camera! She hastily shoved the panties between the matresses, a mistake she knew she would pay for, but there was nothing else she could do. As she crept out of her sister's room, she looked down the hallway and saw no one. She must have been imagining things. Denial... denial.. denial....
Three years ago... "Daddy. How *dare* she take you," thought Jasmine. Jasmine sat in the front row of the church, glaring and sobbing at the bridesmaids, her future sisters. "Father, can't you tell she only wants you for your money? And the only thing you can think of is her pussy! You don't care for me, you don't care for her... daughters. Has she really fallen in love with you? How dare she! How dare she! But it doesn't look at all like she's paying attention to her daughters. How clueless of them not to notice. Well, if it is foolish to risk taking on the mother, perhaps her own flesh and blood will pay."
And just now... "No, sweetie. Don't struggle." Jasmine pushed Hazel in front of her, Hazel's hands cuffed behind her back. "If you struggle, I may drop Lilith's diary and these photos I have of Myavi. You know Myavi? She's that little whore you've been fucking after school for at *least* three months. Did you know her own sister Lilith has the hots for her too? Hmm??? Maybe if you did if you read Lilith's little diary. In fact, I may read it out to you, Lilith, and Myavi. I just sent them to Lilith's room. Perhaps they found Lilith's panties, all soiled and covered with Myavi's... well, *you* should know. Does it taste good? Does it taste all creamy and hot inside of you? Well, I bet you'll show us. Or maybe my half-sister Lilith will show us? See, those naughty panties have been tucked under Lilith's mattress for quite awhile, and they must be all suffocating and suffering under the mattress. So I put them out on Lilith's bed, where the two can find it." Opening the door to Lilith's bedroom, Jasmine smiled, "Let's say hello to them, shall we?"
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