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MY SISTER KRISTENE

My name is Lisa.  I am fifteen years old, but my story has to do
with my older sister, Kristene, who is seventeen.  It seemed that
every time our parents left us home together at night, Kristene would
disappear into the bathroom and stay there a long time.  It seemed
like this would happen almost every time and she wouldn’t stay in
there like she was taking a bath or something like that because she
would stay in there for up to three hours.  Now, we did have two
bathrooms in the house so it was no trouble if I had to use one, but
it got so the minute they left, she would disappear into that one
bathroom.  And every time she came out, she would refuse to talk to me
at all, not that she was much of a talker at all, but it really was
funny about how she could spend so much time in there alone.
So, I started to figure out a way to see just what she was doing
in there.  Whenever I was the only one home, I started checking that
bathroom out, but I couldn’t find anything unusual at all.  So I
started working on some method where I would be able to spy on my big
sister.  After several methods, like peeping through the keyhole and
sliding a mirror under the door, I figured out the best way possible.
Now, I won’t go into this method I figured out because guys might read
this and use this same method to spy on sisters and girlfriends or
even their mother when they were in there.  But I will say, the method
I used is one of the methods used by detectives when spying on fraud
cases.  I noticed this while watching television.  This method I must
say is almost foolproof and was I ever in for a surprise when I spied
on my older sister.
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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Linda’s mother, Ruth, was getting dressed.  She was dressing in some of
her finer clothing.

“Mommie, where are you going, dressing up like that?” Linda asked as she
watched her mother applying make-up.

“I’m going over to Marilyn’s.  You know Marilyn, honey, right across
behind us, that apartment on top.  She and I are getting together with
other ladies for a night of bridge.  Don’t wait up for me, I might be
late.”

Thirteen year old Linda watched her mother apply the last of her
make-up. She checked it several times, too many times Linda felt for
someone going to a bridge party and very meticulous care was used.

Checking her watch, Ruth glanced at Linda and Linda thought she saw a
hint of a blush from her mother, a very alluring woman in her middle
thirties.  “Remember honey, don’t wait up for me.” With that, she was out
the front door.

For a few minutes, Linda leafed through a magazine, but her mind kept
returning to the way her mother had dressed.  Laying the magazine aside,
Linda got up and, going to a closet, took out a pair of binoculars.  Going
back into her mother’s bedroom, she opened the drapes and focused her
glasses on Mari lyn’s apartment, probably 100 feet away.  She was unable to
see anything as she was looking directly into Marilyn’s bedroom.  Training
her glasses over to another window, the living room, Linda saw her mother.
She was wi th Marilyn who also was dressed nicely.  Not once did they get a
card table out, not once.

Taking the binoculars back to the closet, she replaced them.  Going back
into the kitchen, Linda silently opened the door.  Checking to see if she
still had her keys, she closed the door and quietly walked down the st eps
and across the back court-yard.  Taking a deep breath, Linda began the slow
climb up Marilyn’s steps, afraid of the noise her footsteps were making on
the old steps.  Gradually she worked her way up the steps, one at a time
until she came to the back porch of Marilyn’s apartment.  Hiding behind a
big garbage can, she peered around the can, then over the top.  Since it
was summer, she was able to look directly into the living room, thro ugh an
open window, curtains flying.  Her mother and Marilyn were sitting on the
divan, talking.  Neither made a move towards setting a table for bridge.
They talked several minutes before the front doorbell sounded.  Ge tting
up, Marilyn crossed the room and opened the door.  Linda gasped!  Another
woman, a beautiful blond lady, walked into the room.  She was wearing a
long, black evening dress, a slit up the side.  She was also wearing black
gloves that came up above her elbow.  She was smoking a cigarette in a
cigarette holder.  As she stepped into the room, Linda at once noticed her
gold colored high heels.  They matched her blond hair, drawn up in a
coiffure.

The lady sat down and Marilyn poured her a cup of tea.  She sipped at
her tea several times before she opened her purse and drew out a big wad of
money.  Counting it out on the coffee table, she counted out ten bills, ten
bills that Linda could not see the denominations of.  Standing, Marilyn led
the blond woman into or towards the bedroom.  Linda’s mother followed.
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A NEW LOVE

Melissa, a 20 year old blond, had just been dropped off at the
summer boarding school.  Roberta, her mother, had used the lame excuse
that Melissa needed some extra credits to get into college this coming
fall.  So here she was, in her room, tears in her eyes as she surveyed
her simple room.  There was only a single bed, a cot more or less and
a dresser for her clothing.  There was no shower, no wash stand or
toilet, just the single bed and the dresser.  A knock sounded at her
door.
Opening the door, Melissa saw it was Peggy, a girl who had taunted
her earlier, and she almost closed the door in Peggy’s face.  Peggy
wedged a foot in the jam so Melissa couldn’t close the door and walked
right in.  “Stuffy little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Why are you treating me this way?” Melissa started crying.
“Oh, dry up those tears … Mistress Rose wants you in her office,
RIGHT NOW!” Peggy
grinned, “for some introduction.”
Melissa headed for the stairs and climbed them to the second floor
and knocked on Mistress Rose’s door.  Within seconds she was bade to
enter.
“Very punctual, I like that in a girl,” Mistress Rose walked
around Melissa.  “You’re a very pretty girl…I think you’ll be
greeted warmly by the other girls and women who come here.”
“Mistress Rose, there was  this one girl named Peggy, she treated
me badly,” Melissa said.
“All new girls are treated this way at first, but I’m sure you’ll
find Peggy to be a very nice girl … soon!” Mistress Rose touched
Melissa’s hair.
“Mistress Rose … my room,” Melissa started, “it doesn’t even
have a toilet!”
“Of course it doesn’t.  Girls are taught here to get along with
other girls, it’s all part of their training … you will use the
communal bathroom, along with the other girls.  You will also learn to
shower with other girls.  We have NO secrets here,” Mistress Rose
said.
Melissa turned red at the thought – she never had she undressed
before another female.
“Does that embarrass you?  Undressing before other girls?”
Mistress Rose smiled.  “Well,
you’ll learn.”
“When do my lessons start?” Melissa asked.
“That really depends on you,” Mistress Rose nodded her head.
“Some girls need a little more time than others to get used to our
establishment.  But you will know.  You may go now.”
Melissa started back down the stairs, wondering what kind of place
this was, that all the girls had different times to begin their
studies.  On the way back to her room, she again passed  Peggy.
“Getting all set up?” Peggy grinned.  “So you can be a teacher’s
pet?”
“Why are you picking on me, you don’t even know me?” Melissa
started to cry.
“Oh , poor cry baby,” Peggy teased.  “Come on, it’s time for your
shower.  Let’s see all those goodies you are so proud of.”
“I couldn’t do that!” Melissa groaned at the thought.
“We’ll see about that,” Peggy flipped a switch on the wall…
“Mistress Rose, this is Peggy.  Your new pet won’t take a shower with
us girls!”
“Melissa, this your Mistress.  I’m ordering you to go with Peggy
to the showers and bathe with the other girls!  That is an order!”
Mistress Rose almost shouted.
“Hear that … bitch?” Peggy grinned.
Melissa glared at Peggy a few minutes before she consented.  “Let
me get my robe.”
“You won’t be needing a robe … you won’t EVER need a robe … in
here,” Peggy grinned.
“Get your butt moving … come with me!”
Melissa followed Peggy down the hall to the showers.  Peggy
immediately began removing her clothing, then noticed Melissa was not
removing hers.  “What’s wrong … bitch.  You need an invitation?”
Slowly Melissa began undressing while Peggy stood there waiting
and watching.
“Take all the time you want, but I’m gonna be here waiting to see
your naked body, and before long, other girls will be coming in here,”
Peggy grinned.
Quickly Melissa took her remaining clothes off, trying to cover
her titties and groin area as best she could which caused Peggy to
laugh.  “Girl, you have so much to learn, and it’s going to be SO much
fun teaching you.”
“What could you teach me?” Melissa stepped into the shower.
“You’d be surprised what I could teach you,” Peggy picked up the
soap and began lathering Melissa’s back, down to her rump and between
her legs.  When her hand slid in between Melissa’s legs to her pussy,
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