Strong Words

After Keith snooped in my diary, I learned my lesson. I started carrying it with me in my backpack wherever I went. To tell the truth, I was more worried that Nicole would read my secret thoughts than Keith. She was my sister, after all.

But I hadn't counted on Keith being such a sneaky dog. We were at his place, and after some nice sex and a shower, he said he'd fix us some dinner while I washed my hair. I came into the bedroom wearing a couple of towels, and there he was lying on the bed reading my diary.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

"Reading my diary," he said.

"Your diary! That's my diary!"

He examine the cover of the journal, turning it this way and that, and then held it to his nose and pretended to sniff. "Nope," he said, "I don't smell any markings." He opened it up and sniffed again. "Nope, not even in the crease."

"Markings," I said. "What are you talking about?"

"If this diary belonged to you, it would be marked with your scent."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy like a fox," he said. "If it's your property, you've got to pee on it."

"You want me to... to pee on my diary?"

"Well, if it's really your diary..."

"I'm not going to carry around a peed-upon diary."

"Suit yourself," Keith said, and he closed the book and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said. "Did you at least make dinner?"

"I thought we'd eat out."

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Yup. That is, after I eat you out." Whereupon he scooped me up, laid me on his little table, and buried his face in my pussy. I was still mad at him, but that didn't stop me from coming.

A couple of days later I was over at Keith's again. As usual we were naked within minutes, kissing, touching, making our way toward the bed. Just before we got there, I said, "Wait, before we fuck, can you pour me a glass of wine?"

"Sure thing," Keith said.

He was back in less than a minute, but that had given me enough time.

"Why are you sitting on your diary?" Keith asked.

"I'm going to mark it," I said.

"Really?" Keith said.

"Yup. That way there can be no doubt."

"This I gotta see." Keith crouched in front of me so he'd have a good view.

It wasn't as easy as I'd thought it would be.

"Did anyone ever tell you you have the most beautiful vulva?" Keith said. "Succulent little sex lips. A fuck hole to die for."

"Hush, I'm trying to piss."

"And your clitoris is unbelievably adorable, like a tiny plump berry begging to be sucked."

"It's hard enough with you watching, but your words..."

"You're the one who wanted me to watch."

"I know, but..."

"But what? You pissed for your sister? How come you can't piss for me?"

I don't know why, but the mention of my sister set me off. A few dribbles to start, then a steady stream. I didn't want to make a complete mess, though, and somehow I managed to stop before the puddle overflowed onto the floor.

"Brava," Keith said. "That was beautiful. Simply wonderful. Too bad it wasn't your real diary."

"How did you know?" I blurted. "The cover was the same."

"Once upon a time," Keith said. "Now let's go to bed."

A moment later we were fucking. "Mmm, I love the feel of my cock," I whispered in Keith's ear.

He paused, dick pressed deep. "What do you mean your cock?"

I grinned up at him. "I think you'll find it's imbued with my scent."

"Imbued," Keith said. "I love that word, but not as much as I love your cunt scent. Not as much as I love your cunt. Not as much as I love you."

He'd never said that before. I don't know if I believed him or not, but my cunt believed him.

story and illustration by Mat Twassel