I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier clothing lately. She was getting to that age but it was a little out of hand and she simply was not acting like herself. My sister was 2 years younger than me, at age 19 and only a sophomore in college but she was well developed. She was blond, short, with an average weight, good sized but still perky boobs, and a very nice ass. Not that I would ever think to do anything with her but it is hard not to notice lately. She has been wearing very tight plaid skirts so short that her ass hangs out the bottom like some kind of schoolgirl slut. I even noticed she wasn't wearing underwear one time. If she wasn't wearing that, she would have on skin tight short shorts or her yoga pants. She used to wear an undershirt with her spaghetti strap tank tops but lately has only been wearing a bra, and you would be able to see it too. It's kind of shocking when all of a sudden you start to notice these things on your own sister.
This didn't happen over the course of a year or even a few months it was like a week went by and she went from my cute little sister who always dressed nice but conservatively to my slutty sister. I was worried that she might be getting herself into a lot of trouble to I decided to do some investigating to see what I could find. I went into her room, not really expecting to find anything too scathing but I was wrong. I went into her drawers to see what kind of panties she was wearing these days but could not find one pair anywhere. I looked in her closet and saw that she had a whole new wardrobe of slutty clothes; from tight tops and skirts to costumes and lingerie. This was shocking but not particularly surprising considering the stuff in which I have seen her walking around. I continued to search for a reason when all of a sudden I stumbled upon her diary hidden underneath a whole bunch of shit in her desk drawer. I figured that, if she has ever written in this, it would tell me all of the thoughts she has had that made her feel like she needed to be such a slut at her age. And boy was it updated. I decided to read it from the beginning. Early on there was a lot of talk about my best friend Matt. Nothing bad, just things like "He is so cute." And "I want to marry him and live together." They seemed pretty innocent and she didn't act like she would actually act on them or anything. Then all of a sudden that innocent girlish wonder about boys turns completely on its head in one entry.
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Dear Diary,
Today Tom's friends showed up at the house asking for him. Normally I wouldn't have answered but his hot friend Matt was there so I thought I would answer it and I am so glad that I did.
They wanted to know if Tom was home. They said that they needed to show him something that would change his life. They were clearly exaggerating but he wasn't home anyway so I let them know that he was at work and he'd be back at around midnight.
His friend Kyle told me to wait a minute and they stepped away to have a private conversation. His friends Kyle, Craig, and Anthony were always so rude but I waited anyway because Matt was with them and he was hot haha.
After, like, 20 minutes of talking, they finally came back and asked if they could just hang out here and wait for him. I said sure because, well, more time with Matt; and they walked right in.
They went to the basement where they would usually hang out and Kyle told me I should keep them company. I didn't need any more invitation than that; I went right downstairs with them.
Anthony, Matt, and I watched T.V. while Craig and Kyle surfed the net. I was really just admiring Matt the whole time looking at his face and his whole body. At the time I thought that I could never have him, he was wearing brown cargo shorts and a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his every muscle.
He was Tom's friend and I figured he was far too old for me. All of a sudden Kyle interrupts my daydream by asking me to come over there. I reluctantly got up from my spot on the couch next to Matt and went over to him.
He told me that he wanted to test something on me. Anthony from across the room yells "No! wait... are you sure?" I had no idea what that meant but it was enough for me to decline the offer. Then they said it's supposed to be a mind control thing.
I knew that was garbage. There is no such thing as that, but I still didn't want to try whatever they were trying to give me. Anthony jumped in and told me that Matt wanted me to try it too.
"Really?" I looked at Matt. He hesitated and told me it would be pretty cool if I did it. I figured what the heck. There was no way it would do anything anyway.
I tossed it back like I was taking a shot of alcohol. I tried drinking a shot once with some friends from school and that didn't taste nearly as bad as that did. I quickly downed it with some water that was sitting around.