The Diary

Entery N.2

 On the day of New Year's eve, Allison overslept. She was woken up when Buster decided it was time for his breakfast, and started licking her face. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, before uttering, "Eww," and "Off, Buster! Off!" Thankfully Anna trained him well, and he listened.

She got up and put on a long shirt then headed sleepily for the door - Buster waited in the middle of the room, and as she walked through the door he took the opportunity to walk up to her and push his nose against her ass cheeks; she shrieked and pushed his head away. The 'almost nothing' referred to that - you see, Buster was a pervert, if such a thing existed among dogs, and the one thing he loved to do the most was push his head under the skirts, and sniff the things he shouldn't. At first they thought it was funny and would laugh, but as the occurrence rose into dozens it became creepy and annoying. She thought Anna would be able to train him so he would stop doing that, yet when Allison asked her she would shrug and say, 'No matter what I do, he still does it; just ignore him, he's harmless'. "Hmph, harmless my ass," she thought.

Once downstairs, she poured food for Buster in one bowl and water into another, then made herself a light breakfast; two scrambled eggs and two slices of bread on one side, and on the other a chopped tomato, cucumber, and some cheese sprinkled across the top. As she walked into the living room carrying her food on a plate, she looked through a window and noticed the snow had fallen quite a bit through the night. Allison shuddered at the thought of having to go outside into the cold, but she was aware Buster needed to be walked. "That damn dog," she grumbled as she placed her plate down onto the table. She took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV, then enjoyed her breakfast while watching late morning programme.

After her breakfast she washed the dishes, then put on more clothes and walked outside; there was snow leading up to the front porch, on the first two steps, and the sidewalks were covered in several inches of thick snow. "Nope, nope, nope," she thought and walked back into the house, locked the door, and disrobed down to her pants and shirt. Buster was laying on the couch in the living room, and as she walked in she said, "Sorry Buster, I'll take you on a walk tomorrow." She watched the TV for a bit longer in his company, before realizing she should probably go to Anna's room and pack up her things - there was no point in avoiding it. She got up off the couch, walked upstairs then down the hall up to Anna's room, and stopped before her door. The room hadn't been visited by anyone since the day the accident happened, and she hesitated for a moment, before placing her hand on the handle and opening the door. A smile spread across her lips as she saw the state of her room; it was a mess. There were clothes scattered across the floor, chair, and the bed, the sheets were untidy as she disliked fixing them, and there were various papers laying on the floor beside the bed.

Allison closed the door behind her, then walked across the dusty floor and up to the bed. She picked up one of Anna's shirts off it, and held it against her nose then breathed in; the smell of her perfume hasn't worn off yet. She placed the shirt back down, then picked up a couple of papers off the floor, and sat down on the edge of the bed. They were papers from college - exams and essays, and they were graded with A, A, and even A+. "Jesus Anna, I knew you were good, but..."

She picked up rest of the papers off the floor and placed them inside the drawer of the bedside table, where Anna held some of her makeup and stuff, then went through the room and gathered all the clothes in one pile on a chair. Afterwards, she dusted off the sheets and added them to the pile, took out the vacuum cleaner and cleaned the floor, the carpet, under the bed, and everywhere she could get to, and got rid of a few cobwebs and a couple of spiders in the process, all under an hour. After she put the vacuum cleaner away, she washed her hands and got a couple of boxes from the basement in which she would pack Anna's things in. There were four boxes, and they were separated in 'Throw Away', 'Keep', and 'Donate'. The clothes and the rest of her stuff went into the last box, except a couple of Anna's favourite shirts that went into the second.

There were various pictures, some framed and some weren't, that had her stop and stare at them for a while, a couple of Anna with her friends, a few with her, and some with the entire family. Two in particular brought a tear to her eye, one where they were smiling with one of their arms wrapped around each other, and another where Anna was giving her a kiss on the cheek while she blushed crimson. She put them into 'keep', and with a sniffle wiped the few tears that made their way down her cheeks.

She wasn't sure what to do with her makeup and personal stuff, so she put them into a small pile on the bed and left it to decide later. As she picked up the pillow and put it into the last box, she found something slightly unexpected: Anna's diary. It was pink and had her name written across the front. She picked it up, and after short deliberation placed it into the 'keep' box. Although she was aware Anna kept a diary and felt a little curious as to what could be written inside, she didn't feel like reading it was something she should do. Her parents on the other hand might want to do that, and even if they don't it wasn't something any of them would want to throw away. The sheets went into the last box, a bunch of things from her desk were split between 'keep' and 'throw away', the jewelry she owned and some of the worthless, but personally significant necklaces and rings went into 'keep' as well.

The sheets went into the last box, a bunch of things from her desk were split between 'keep' and 'throw away', and the jewelry she owned including some of the worthless, but personally significant necklaces, rings, and bracelets went into 'keep' as well.

Then, there was her closet. Most of her clothes and shoes went into 'donate', while her favourite pair of shoes went into 'keep'. Allison was almost done cleaning out the closet when she noticed a big cardboard box sitting in the bottom of it, all the way near the back. She picked up the box, and carried it over to the bed. It was slightly heavy. After she sat down on the bed beside it, she took off the tape holding it shut before pulling the flaps wide open. Shock overcame her as her look fell on the contents of the box, and she gasped: Dildos of various shapes and sizes laid in the box before her, butt-plugs, vibrators, and lube - there were dozens of items in there! Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red as she examined them with her eyes, one by one. They were neatly arranged by size, from the smallest one to the left to the biggest one on the right, and they were all situated near the top of the box - by the looks of it, the box had to have at least two more levels below the one she could see.

"Why in the world would Anna own these?" she wondered. The answer was obvious, but she refused to believe it - one dildo, or two, fine, but this much? She considered going through the whole box to see if there was anything below worth keeping, but ultimately decided against it and closed the box shut. "Anna..." she thought as she shook her head, then laughed dirtily; she couldn't help herself.

She walked up to the closet then took out the couple of remaining clothes and put them into the last box, before walking back to see if there was anything she missed. As she looked up she noticed there was a shelf near the top, and since she couldn't see if there was anything on it because it was too high, Allison raised herself on the tip of her toes and caught a glimpse of what looked to be another cardboard box. There was no way she could reach it without some help, so she took the chair from the desk and brought it up to the front of the closet, then climbed onto the chair and reached for the box. She felt a little nervous as to what kind of contents could be hidden inside, since Anna must have deliberately placed it there so it wouldn't be easily noticed by anyone opening the closet. As the box came off the shelf, she discovered it was heavier than the previous box, slightly bigger, and also taped shut. After climbing off the chair, she placed the box down onto the bed, took off the tape, and--

She walked up to the closet and took out the couple of remaining clothes which she put into the last box, before walking back to see if there was anything she missed. The closet looked empty, however, there was a shelf near the top that was too high for her eyes to reach, so she raised herself on the tip of her toes before looking at the shelf, and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be another cardboard box. There was no way she could reach it without some help, so she the chair from the desk and brought it up to the front of the closet, then climbed onto the chair and reached for the box. She felt a little nervous as to what kind of contents could be hidden inside, since Anna must have deliberately placed it there so it wouldn't be easily noticed by anyone opening the closet. As the box came off the shelf, she discovered it was heavier than the previous box, slightly bigger, and also taped shut. After climbing off the chair, she placed the box down onto the bed, took off the tape, and--

The flaps came open and Allison gasped again, although she wasn't as shocked as the first time. A metal bar of a sort was located near the top, that was a bit more than two feet long and had cuffs attached to each side of it, as well two more near the middle of the bar. Each cuff had a mini padlock on it. She took out the bar and placed it on the bed, then looked through the rest of the items - there were clamps, a ball gag, and various other items that seemed to be designed for torture rather than pleasure. It was just the top level of the box, and judging by the size of it she guessed there were 2 more below, but she didn't dare to look any further. She placed the bar back into the box and closed it, then decided to take a slight break and went downstairs.

There was no doubt about it anymore: Anna was a pervert. While Allison tried not to judge what people do as long there's no harm to anyone, she couldn't help but feel surprised that her sister, the innocent, lovable goofball everyone knew and loved, would be into things like these. When she walked into the living room she found Buster asleep on the couch, and she woke him up by petting his head. As he raised his head to look at her, she said, "It's time for lunch." It was a phrase he heard enough times in the past to know what it meant, so he got off the couch and followed her to the kitchen.

She poured him some food in a bowl and made herself a sandwich, all while contemplating as to what she should do with the boxes she has found. By the time she was done eating the sandwich it became clear she should throw them away, before her parents got home; it would be for the best. But then, there came the matter of Anna's diary - what if there were... dirty things inside it? It seemed highly probably at the moment, and rather reluctantly Allison decided to read it, if only to make sure her parents wouldn't end up being shocked by what's written inside... and maybe it would provide some clues regarding the items she found earlier.

After taking a walk up the stairs and into Anna's room, she took the chair that was by the closet and returned it back to its place, then sat down on the bed and picked up the diary. Holding her breath she opened the diary, and as she read the first couple of lines she was slightly relieved to see it was just fluff. The following pages described everyday happenings to, and around her, and the way she felt about them. However, after a few more pages the things she was writing about slowly deviated, and a name she couldn't recognize started to appear: Avi. 'I love the way Avi smiles', 'The way Avi looks at me makes me feel happy', and the further she read the more it escalated.

'Wednesday: I told Avi I loved her today. She became a bumbling mess and I thought she suspected something, but she was just embarrassed. It was adorable.'

Allison eyes went wide, and she re-read the sentence several times to make sure she didn't miss-read it, then uttered, "Avi is a she?" and shook her head in disbelief. Anna never mentioned Avi before to Allison or spoke about being in love with someone - much less a girl - so she found the things written in there a little hard to believe at first. "And what did 'I thought she suspected something' mean? Did she lie about loving her?"

She continued reading. 'Saturday: We were cuddled up on the couch, with my arms around her. She smelled heavenly. I could have spent the whole day just laying there beside her.'

Sunday: 'It was a bad day. Avi wasn't in the mood and I tried to help lift her spirits, but she just got mad at me. I felt bad, and I--'

Allison's cheeks grew red, and she stopped for a moment as she couldn't believe what she was reading. After taking a deep breath, she continued, 'I took her dirty undies from the washer, the ones she loves, laid on the bed, and held them against my face. It was stupid... but her scent helped me get off, and it made my day better. I'm such a freak. I promised myself I wouldn't do it again, but I did it anyway.'

And then it jumped to Wednesday. 'I went out with Stud Muffin today. Gosh... he gives the best head. I still feel guilty, but on the plus side, watching him bother Avi is amusing; I think he likes her smell.'

Allison blinked in confusion. "Stud Muffin?! Who the hell is that?"

It continued for a while, describing things she did, things she wanted to do, and how she felt about Avi and Stud Muffin's 'amazing' oral skills that left Allison squirming on the bed in shame from just reading about it. There was an excerpt in particular that made her feel uneasy: 'Avi asked me today what she should get me for my birthday, and I... hesitated. What I wanted for my birthday was to tie her up to a bed, blindfold her, and play with her. It would be the happiest day of my life to see her like that, and give her pleasure beyond anything she's ever experienced. But I couldn't tell her that.'

"Anna..." She exhaled heavily, then turned the page. At the top of the page it said, 'Self/Bondage' with 'Tested' next to it underlined twice. Under the text, there was a highly detailed drawing of a girl with her legs and arms bound to a bar with cuffs which Allison found earlier in the box. The girl was naked, wearing a gag, and laying on her back with her legs in the air and spread wide by the bar. It looked scary and she gulped nervously, then read the text below the picture. 'I sooo want to do this to Avie. It would be a dream come true... but it's fun playing by myself as well.' There were step-by-step details on the right page, describing how to use the 'spreader bar' as it was called, and how to get free by yourself.

Her eyes drifted back onto the text below the picture, and as she re-read it, 'Avie' appeared to stand out. After giving it a short thought she realized it must have been because Anna referred to the girl she liked in her diary as 'Avi', and figured it was probably a typo. Yet as she read through the how-to details out of curiosity, her mind kept going back to the name Anna used, and for some reason the more she thought about it, the more familiar it seemed.

"I could swear I've heard it before... but where?" she wondered. "Where did I--" She gasped and stopped.

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