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The Diary

It was a warm summer night. Mollie was asleep, and her voluptuous tits lay loose in a thin, white tank top. Her ass was dressed up in a pretty, red lace thong— her favorite. She wanted to feel sexy, and that she did, and looked the part too. Mollie had a secret— she was a lesbian. Now whilst this was no issue, she didn’t know how her parents would react to knowing their little 18-year-old girl was living a life that they never expected. However, Mollie slept comfortably knowing her parents were far away, on a vacation to Spain.

She wasn’t alone though: A few rooms over was her stepsister Freya. Freya was beautiful with mid length, straight brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty, silky, rosy pink lips. She was around 5’3, and like Mollie, she had shapely, smooth, pert and perfect breasts; however, Freya’s alluring ass was slightly bigger than Mollie’s.

Now, Mollie had kept a diary, only started a week ago, in which she planned to write about her summer, thoughts, feelings, everyday life, the usual teenage things. Her newfound passion for other girls obviously took a forefront. Mollie (as well as Freya) was raised, not strictly, but fairly traditionally. They had lots of chores and responsibilities, probably more than the average teenage girl. Because they were traditional, Mollie knew that her parent’s reaction to her being lesbian could be less than great, but luckily, she could now confide in her diary.

In her diary she often wrote about her love for other girls, as well as which girls she found so, so sexy. She also wrote about her masturbation each day, what she wore, what she used, and how she felt when she achieved pure, blissful ecstasy. Anyone would think she was a pure, lesbian slut, and she was on her way there, but for now, she had to keep it on the down low.

Mollie was asleep. But she wasn’t where she thought she was. She awoke when she felt a smooth, silky feeling running up her neck. “What the fuck?” She muttered, still barely awake. Mollie slowly opened her eyes but wasn’t met by her usual bedroom ceiling. No, she saw that she was lying on Freya’s bed, tucked under the oddly neat covers. And there was her stepsister, gliding her moist, slippery tongue up her neck. Mollie, unusually, didn’t protest but giggled playfully, still confused. She looked up again, and there stood Freya next to the bed. Her legs were crossed, the tan reflecting off them accentuating their beauty. Her arms were also crossed, and she was wearing a beautiful white lace bodysuit, almost entirely see through, and she knew it, as her face wore a sultry grin and a smoky makeover, whilst her eyelashes fluttered.

“How did I get here?” asked Mollie, confused. “Let me guess, I drank a few too many G&T’s earlier?” She didn’t ask about her stepsister’s clothing choices, assuming she was just going to bed. “The gin certainly helped,” agreed Freya ambiguously, anticipating Mollie’s next move. Mollie tried to rise out of bed, to head back to her room, but she suddenly realized that she couldn’t. She tried to move her arms, and then her legs, and she felt something stopping her. Then her struggling caused the blanket covering her to fall, and she realized she was tied to the bed. Her arms and legs were locked into place, tied with rope around the bed legs, spread-eagle: There she was.

She was completely vulnerable. Her legs were spread wide, her red thong barely covering her now visibly shaved pussy. Her arms were also spread outwards, her perky tits rising up and down as her breathing increased. “Freya what the fuck is going on?” she asserted, only to be met with giggling. “What have you done?!” Freya giggled again, before reaching next to her, and picking up a book. It was Mollie’s diary. “FREYA leave that alone, what are you doing with it?! That’s my fucking diary! Give it back!”

“This was a great read sis, some really, uhm, interesting things in there, eh?” chuckled Freya playfully. “So you’re a lesbian huh? You like to ‘play’ with the other girls?” she laughed.

“I don’t know what you’re talki— okay yes, I am. So what? And why the fuck am I tied to your bed?!” insisted Mollie. Freya giggled again, “Just say it to me–‘yes Freya I’m a Lesbian’! Mollie wriggled and writhed, trying to break free but quickly found it was no use. She sighed, “Yes Freya, I’m a lesbian.”

“From what I’ve read in here, you’re quite the little whore too aren’t you? What would the parents think if they found out about all the things you’ve been saying in here, huh?” poked Freya, as she rested her hands on her hips. Mollie glanced around, not knowing what to say. “I don’t know? Why do you care?” replied Mollie. She looked up at her stepsister, but then, her cheeks started slowly blushing, as she finally began to realize how hot her she really was, and how erotic her bodysuit was, allowing almost every inch of skin to be admired.

Freya slowly stepped towards Mollie, before bending down and whispering seductively into her ear, “because I’m a dirty little lesbian slut too”. Mollie’s mouth slowly opened in awe, and downwards, through her tank top, her tantalizing brown nipples began to harden, and poke through the thin, almost see-through fabric. Freya laughed again, noticing the effect she was having on her younger stepsister, watching her tits almost bounce as her breathing grew heavier, causing her nipples to brush

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