her disappointment. Going to the shower, the girl started on autopilot to press the buttons on the remote, choosing the desired program. Melinda’s disgruntled look fell on a pile of junk that her older sister had amassed on the shelf, leaving so little space for her things for the shower.

Melinda shared everything with Heather and hated it. It would not be so bad if in the end it did not turn out that Heather always had priority in her place, more space, more time, and the younger sister was content with the minimum that her sister was royally allowed to have. Even in the bedroom, Heather usurped almost the entire space, hanging the walls with posters of a fashionable pop star of a cute boy with a beautiful face and a mediocre voice.

Rustled water. Melinda took off her shirt over her head and spun in front of a mirror, which frowned at her in response to her own reflection. If not for this, her face was very pretty, frozen on the threshold from naive childishness to the charm of a young woman. The body continued this line, remaining in a certain state of transition like a blooming, but not yet revealed plant ... for years. Her breasts began to swell and rounded, similar to the now protruding, half tennis balls with tiny nipple circles. The legs were slender, but unnecessarily thin, graceful in the calf area, but too thin and narrow on the thighs with traces of infant swelling in the groin area, like a girl's.

Melinda turned one way, then the other way, looking at herself with a critical eye, trying to figure out whether her breasts had increased since last month. She missed brown hair between her fingers, twisting the rings on them and let them go, looking disappointed as they straightened, not wanting to curl. Now it's the turn of the face. Two large brown eyes looked at her from the mirror with an expression of unhappiness and sadness.

At this point, the bathroom was filled with steam, starting to tighten the mirror with a film of mist. Melinda took off her panties, exposing the pubis covered with short light fluff of hair, and stepped into the shower. She washed quickly, with an evil frenzy, running her hands over the nasty body, which did not hurry to grow up. Only when she began to wash the fragrant foam between the thighs could not help but be distracted by the heavy suction immediately arising in the groin. While the girl's body was slowly growing up, her mind rushed to adult life in gigantic jumps and he was already overwhelmed by immodest thoughts and desires for a long time. Unwanted thoughts sometimes tormented Melinda for hours, especially at night, when she lay in the dark on the bed and could not sleep.

When she allowed them to take over, about a year ago, unconsciously began to touch her fingers between her legs, she managed to bring herself to a state similar to madness from unaccustomed soul-tearing emotions, vibrations, sweet spasms and explosions of pleasure, and then simply choking with sweetness reaching its peak . The pleasure subsided, leaving Melinda incredibly wet, broken by a frightened and self-honoring shame after her morning awakening.

After a couple of weeks, she tried again, writhed again, and bit her lips swimming in bliss jelly and was tormented by shame in the morning. The memory of the first sharp dazzling orgasm just followed her, forcing to repeat shameful things again and again. As a result, she was now doing this at least twice a week in the dark under a blanket.

Melinda turned off the shower, resisting a keen desire to bring things to the end, taking advantage of a rare moment of privacy. She had been doing this for so long under the cover of darkness, that it didn’t seem embarrassing, wrong and unworthy to lug in the light now. The girl blushed deeply from her own immodest desires, driving them into the depths.

Melinda returned to the bedroom naked, continuing to hear the loud voice of her older sister carrying nonsense on the phone.

- That's a fool! - cursed girl quietly.

She threw her nightgown onto the bed and, in frustration, opened the door of the linen closet, grumbling and pouting like a little child.

Melinda put on a fresh pair of plain white panties, nicely touching the still hot lips in the crotch, sports shorts and a T-shirt. Thinking more about comfort than outer beauty. With a smooth movement, she threw her long hair behind her back and began to grimace, listening to the voice of her older sister.

Capturing a magazine from the shelf, she rushed down the stairs, stamping her legs too loudly. The staircase was spiraling around a small alcove where the telephone was, and where, of course, she found her older sister Heather Sovert. She was reclining across the old soft chair, stretching her legs, swaying her foot on the thumb of which swayed off her feet swayed.

- Not! Have you really met that guy? - Heather mumbled into the tube with a contemptuous grin on her face, the girl's fingers idly fingered the strands of curly red hair. Oh my God! He really is such a freak and a dork, as they say about him? Susan told ... yes, yes Susan. Did you have it? ... It was !? Did not have?
- You would have already decided, it was or was not! - Melinda said disrespectfully, not looking at her sister and jumping off the last step, resolutely walked into the living room.

Heather cast a derogatory glance at her sister's back, her green, black mascara let down eyes flashing with anger.

“You know, I think he’s just a freak like the little short Conor!” - she said too loudly.

Melinda stumbled, as if slamming into an invisible wall, and spun around, glaring at Heather. Her face turned crimson, but the girl didn’t say anything in return. She plopped onto the sofa and opened the magazine, pretending to read it carefully.

- Yes ... yes, you know him. Feeder, with a chicken neck. Weak and Crybaby Jason Conor. - continued Heather sat down on the chair normally, with a barely perceptible sly smile, glancing at her sister from under the lowered eyelashes. The biggest freak in Haven!

Melinda took a deep breath and began to count to ten to herself, trying to calm herself down. She should have foreseen that she should not tell her secrets to her older sister. Melinda knew she would regret having once let slip that she thought Jason was cute and unusually smart. It happened more than a year ago, even before the hormones began to rage in her body so that such a definition was completely innocent, but Heather's pores did not miss the opportunity to remember when her sister Jason insulted and humiliated him in every way.

- Yes, him. - continued Heather, after a pause, laughed throwing up legs. Oh, this is something! It was cooler. The other day, I approached him, and in the sweetest voice from kazala: “hello”! You should have seen his face! He began to sweat and, it seems, immediately finished, a freak freak!

Melinda’s fingers clutched at the edges of the pages, the magazine nearly tearing them away. She clapped her hands furiously. She felt her chest start to burn, she was struck with heat in her cheeks. She barely imagined a shameless process that could happen to Jason and how it could look.

- Yes, this nerd is hopeless. Well, or almost, hopeless. - Heather gloatingly looked at her sister. My younger sister breathes unevenly on him poor thing. She is so small and stupid.
- You're all lying reptile! - Melinda screamed under-holding, her cheeks just burning. I did not think anything like that!
- Not that it says a lot, though ...!
“He’s so much better than your loser boyfriend!”

Heather rolled her eyes and rose from the chair.

- Listen ... wait a minute. It seems that Mel has critical days; she needs to fix her brains. I'll be right back.
- Don't call me Mel! You know, I hate it!

Heather pressed her palms to her mouth and folded them with a horn and shouted: Then stop acting like a spoiled child. What are you sitting here. Go to the kitchen. I do not want you to overhear my conversations.

- I need internet.
- Well, go to the computer, you fool.
- The very fool! I want to check my mail and can't do it while the line is busy!

Melinda asked parents to draw a dedicated line for the Internet a hundred times.They always refused. It has simply been added to the ever-growing list of things ... Read more →