If a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Marks buns actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that Stacey was looking at him,she definitely was not looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Marks crotch. I had never noticed that Mark actually had a decent size bulge in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had just never really thought about him as a male before. Entering the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the bathroom. Dave claimed he should go first, because women take forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Stacey said she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school functions. While we were chuckling at this, Stacey had jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Dear Diary,

It is now 10:30 at night. I had better turn the lights down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to return exactly where I have left off.

Dear Diary,

I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get this finished before school starts today… So here goes:

Dave went into his bedroom to gather some clothes together, Mark and I sat and turned on the television. He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with names like, "leave me alone you little pencil dick" and "go away fagot.". "Fagot!" Mark replied. "I'm not queer, I've had more women already then you'll have men in a lifetime!" I suspected this was not true, and that Mark was even more inexperienced then I was. So I said, "at least I don't play with myself under my sheets at night, cherry boy!" He was quick to reply, " ya, but then I'm not so hard up as my sister, who has to watch me do it!"