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Subject: {ASSM} "The Sisters 1/?" (Rock Star) (Mf) 
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Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 10:10:02 -0500
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{ASSM}"The Sisters 1/?" (Rock Star) (Mf)
 
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It was almost time, he thought to himself as he watched from his bedroom  
window...
 
He was planning something, and for every wicked moment that passed, he knew  
there would be no turning back. For years now he had watch them grow up from  
adorable little girls into fully matured and oh, so shapely women.  Now he  
sat on his bed smoking a cigarette, staring at the girl's pictures on his  
walls.  So many pictures.  He closed his eyes, took another long slow  drag and 
became lost in his own thoughts.  
 
Donna was the older of the two by a few years and had a long and slender  
body, much like that of a model.  She was a bookkeeper now for a small  company 
and really liked her job.  She was well-suited for it, too.   Having control of 
all those figures and finances gave her a sense of  power.  She played life 
like the numbers in her books; detailed and never  wavering.  She grew up with 
parents that held her down most of her life,  but was now ready to take 
control.  There's a whole world out there to  explore and enjoy, and she was ready 
to experience it, but it would be on her  terms now.
 
Angela was the younger sister.  She filled out into the shapes and  curves 
that both young and old men dream of.  Her innocence was well behind  her 
developed body, and he guessed her experience was further beyond that.   Usually 
around 3 she would arrive home from high school.  It was her senior  year and he 
had a feeling she wouldn't be hanging around after graduation in  June.  She 
was the rebel party-girl who was ready to get out of that  house.  
 
The sound of the car alarm jarred him from his thoughts and he stood to  
watch for her to come into his view.  Donna walked down the sidewalk and  entered 
the gate approaching her front porch.  She didn't notice the figure  watching 
over her.  His eyes followed her every movement until the front  door closed 
behind her and she was gone from his sight...but not from his  mind.  For a 
long time now he told himself that his fantasies were enough,  but were they???  
They had taken a nasty turn of late.  He could no  longer dream about it; he 
wanted to taste his fantasies.
 
Friday morning he awoke, worried that he had missed it.  He climbed  the 
stairs to the attic where he had set up his camera on the tripod in front of  the 
small triangular window.  He set himself on the stool and peered  through the 
lens at the second story window next door, carefully focusing the  zoom.  
There she was.  Angela taking a shower.  He was angry with  himself for 
oversleeping and missing Donna first.  He now enjoyed watching  Angela's wet pulled hair 
and the soap suds running down her body.  He  snapped a few more shots for 
his collection.
 
Their parents would be leaving for their shore home this afternoon.   They 
usually go right after lunch to beat the traffic.  This worked out  well because 
it would give him just enough time to set up the preparations  for his 
fantasy with the sisters.  He planned for every detail and wanted  to be ready by 
the time the first one arrives home.  He wanted this to be  the longest weekend 
of their lives.
 
After lunch he watched and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the  
BMW to back out of the driveway.  The second it was out of sight, he  grabbed 
his bag and made his way across the yard, through theirs and on to the  patio.  
He found the spare key under the flower pot and let himself into  the kitchen 
through the French doors.  
 
The house was beautifully decorated and he couldn't help but stop a moment  
to look at some of the pictures that hung on the wall.  There were family  
pictures of the girls growing up and of vacations from around the country.   He 
tried to relax and look at the pictures, but he suddenly felt a pang of  
nervousness.  What if something went wrong?  What if someone had seen  him sneeking 
through the yard or come into the house?  He took a deep  breath and released 
it slowly to steady himself.  He needed to focus on his  plan.  He had things 
to take care of quickly. 
 
He shot up the steps to Angela's bedroom.  It was full of stuffed  animals 
and smelled of perfume.  It was invigorating.  He could  finally put a smell to 
the girl.  She was a typical teenager with walls  full of posters and a vanity 
full of makeup.  Her closet was packed with  all colors and styles of 
clothing and shoes.  There was a full-length  mirror hinged to the door.
 
Down the hall was Donna's much more adult room with a certain style  
befitting a woman coming into her own.  A well-organized closet with  business suits 
on one side and casual pieces on the other.  She had a  corner wall unit with 
some pictures, knick-knacks, and two bottom shelves full  of books.  There was 
a reading lamp with an over-sized chair next to  it.  Lying across the chair 
was a velvet throw.  He picked it up and  felt its softness between his 
fingers.  He bet it felt good against her  bare skin.
 
He walked into the large bathroom that the girls shared.  He was quite  
familiar with  this room although this was the first time he was on this  side of 
the window.  He looked out the window up to see the place in his  own house 
where he sat and took his favorite pictures; his eyes staring back at  him in the 
reflection in the glass.  He was becoming excited as he glanced  at his 
watch.  It would all begin in just about an hour from now.   Time to get ready.
 
Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed closed.  He ran and  hid.  The 
sound of feet rushing up the bare wood steps could be heard  echoing through the 
house.
 
Angela entered her room, kicked of her shoes and spun around to check out  
her body in the mirror.  No wonder men always seem to cater to her every  wish.  
The mirror showed no lies as it revealed her skin tight jeans and  bra-less 
top.  She opened the closet door and stopped dead in her tracks  when she saw a 
man's eyes staring back at her. 
 
 
 
Before she had a chance to react he leaped toward her, grabbing her hard at  
the shoulders and pinning her against the wall.  She tried to scream, but  he 
covered her mouth with his hand.  He told her to keep quiet because if  there 
was any noise, she would pay a dear price and so would her sister.   She was 
scared; her eyes wide open and full of panic.
 
Where are my parents?  Did he hurt them?  Is Donna home  already?  She's not 
usually here till after 5.  How long has he been  here?  Oh, god...what was he 
planning on doing?  The thoughts were  running fast and furious through her 
head.
 
He put his face up close to hers.  He wanted to make sure he had her  
undivided attention when he spoke to her.
 
"Your parents are not here.  They have gone down the shore as usual  for the 
whole weekend.  As for your sister, she'll be joining us a little  later on.  
Now, I want you to understand that you are to do exactly as I  say and 
everything will be just fine.  If not, there will be  consequences...not only for 
you, but also for Donna.  Are we clear on  this?"
 
Angela tried to relax, but couldn't stop shaking.  How could this be  
happening to her?  All she could do is nod in agreement.
 
"I will take my hand off your mouth now.  There will be no yelling,  
screaming, or trying to get away...or there will be punishments.  The first  thing I 
want you to do is get undressed and sit on the bed until I give you  further 
instructions."
 
She was horrified, but pulled herself together.  There was no way she  was 
taking her clothes off, so as soon as he backed away from her she opened her  
mouth with a cocky protest full of attitude.  He immediately twisted her  arms 
behind her and shoved her back up against the wall.
 
"As I see it you have no choice and you'd be smart to get it through your  
pretty little head that I'm the one calling the shots here.  The tougher  you 
make it for me now, the worse it will be for your sister.  This little  outburst 
of yours just bought her my first punishment."
 
As it sunk in that there was no way out of this for now, the young  girl 
began to cry.  "I understand" she said giving in.  He  released her again and she 
walked over to the middle of the room and began to  undress.  He watched with 
searing lust as she unbuttoned her blouse and he  saw that she wasn't wearing 
a bra.  She turned her back to him when she  unzipped her jeans and removed 
them and her panties together.  
 
This was proving to be a good start to the weekend.  Angela now sat in  front 
of him naked on the bed.  God, she was beautiful.  Her breasts  were even 
bigger than he thought and her powder white skin was accented by her  red 
nipples.  None of his photos did this vision true justice.  He  told her to lay back 
and relax.
 
She composed herself, stretched out on her back and let her head find the  
pillow.  Her eyes locked on the clock on the shelf next to the bed.   Donna 
would be home in two hours and would figure a way to get them  both out of this 
situation.  Unfortunately, thanks to her stupid move  earlier, her older sister 
already unknowingly has some kind of punishment  awaiting her.  She didn't 
want to do anything else to jeopardize both of  them getting out of this invasion 
in one piece so she resolved to behave  herself.  She lay there trying not to 
cry....   
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**This is my first attempt at writing a story that will have several  
installments.  I welcome any feedback.....email me at _Starqest@aol.com_ 
(mailto:Starqest@aol.com) ***
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