Meg’s Sexual Diaries Ch. 01 by CansOfSpam

Meg’s Sexual Diaries Ch. 01 by CansOfSpam

Meg woke up to the blare of her alarm, as usual. She groaned and reached over without even opening her eyes, slapping around on her nightstand until she eventually found her phone and hit the side button to snooze the intrusive noise. She rolled over to get those invaluable 5 extra minutes of sleep, but her brain started to wake up anyway and reminded her what day it was.

Friday. And not just any Friday, the LAST Friday of high school. As in, ever.

Meg grunted into her pillow. That was probably worth getting up for. She opened her eyes. The early summer sunlight filtered into her room through gauzy pastel pink curtains. They were childish, she knew, one of the relics from her past life as a princesses-and-frills-obsessed elementary schooler.

She should probably change those, now that she was going to college. But would it even really be ‘her’ room anymore once she was off living in a dorm for three quarters of the year? Her twin sisters, Anna and Amelia, were already fighting over who would get the room after she was gone. The room the two currently shared was bigger, but didn’t have an attached bathroom like Meg’s did. The twins were almost exactly a year younger than Meg (their 18th birthday was a few weeks ago, Meg’s 19th was next week), so they were wrapping up their junior year at the same high school as Meg.

That thought of moving away made her a little sad. She was looking forward to college, but was a little intimidated at the thought of not being around her family. Her sisters were her best friends, and her parents were high on that list, too. They spent a lot of time together, and she loved them dearly. Living separately from them would be difficult for her, she already knew.

She sighed and threw the covers off, then stood up and stretched, yawning. Still a little bleary, she made her way to her bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, which helped wake her up the rest of the way. As she was brushing her teeth, the door to her room slammed open unceremoniously.

“Hey!” she tried to yell through a mouth full of toothpaste; a second later, Anna slammed the bathroom door open in a similar manner, looking even more like she had just rolled out of bed than Meg did. That wasn’t the only similarity: Meg and her sisters were often taken for triplets. Meg was a little taller (though all three were tall for girls their age) and a little curvier than the twins, but they had the exact same expressive blue eyes and blonde hair inherited from their mother, along with little, slightly upturned noses and dimples from their father. To complete the picture, this morning they were both wearing matching blue silk sleep shirts and shorts, a Christmas gift from their parents a few years ago.

“Need to pee. Ame taking too long.” Anna muttered as she dropped her shorts and sat on the toilet, sighing in relief.

Meg just rolled her eyes and spat out a mouthful of fluoride. “Ready for our last day?”

Anna yawned and tore off a piece of toilet paper. “Wish it was really my last, like you. What I wouldn’t give to be done with stupid high school.”

Anna had just broken up with her boyfriend the week prior, and had been in a nihilistic mood. Meg rolled her eyes, making sure her sister couldn’t see. “You’ll make it through. Senior year is the best of the four.”

Anna stood up and pulled her short back on. “I’ll take that as a promise, and sue you for false advertising if it isn’t true.”

Meg rolled her eyes again, this time directly at Anna, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, like she did 90% of the time. All three girls ran track and cross country, and casual athletic wear with ponytails was the typical uniform in and out of practice.

“Aren’t you going to dress up a bit? This is your last hurrah, gotta go out on a high note, right?”

Meg frowned. As far as she was concerned, spending a lot of time on her appearance was mostly a waste. She knew quite well that high school boys were so chock full of hormones that a little encouragement turned them into nothing more than ravening monsters that saw any female as essentially a sex doll to project their fantasies onto. It made her uncomfortable to be looked at like that, like her body was what mattered and nothing else. She found that boys treated her more like an actual human being when she wore little to no makeup and nothing more alluring than leggings and a sweatshirt. Plus, sports bras and standard, full-coverage panties were just way more comfortable. She got the vibe that a lot of the boys appreciated her attitude as well, having a girl they could hang out with as an actual friend.

Of course, the flip side of that was she had hardly gone on a single date in her four years of high school. She had been friend-zoned more times than she could count.

She was shaken from her reverie by Anna slamming a drawer under the sink open. She glared over at her sister. “Do you have to slam everything open? I like that drawer attached.”

Anna shrugged. “Where’s a hairbrush? I can do your hair.”

Meg pulled open a different drawer – gently – and handed her one. “Nothing crazy, maybe just braid it for me?

Anna pouted as she took the hairbrush, “I can do better than that!”

“I’m not casting any doubt on your abilities, just your style choices. This is really just another day of school, not prom.”

“You didn’t let me do your hair for prom either!”

“No surprise there, sis. Me and my friends all went and got it done together, remember?” Meg went and sat down on the edge of her bed, and Amelia climbed up on her knees behind her.

“Oh yeah, because none of you could get dates!” Anna said brightly.

Meg jabbed an elbow back into her sister’s stomach lightly. “We CHOSE not to bring dates, because we would have more fun together.”

As Meg was still speaking, her bedroom door opened again, and Amelia stepped in, already dressed in running shorts and a short-sleeved athletic shirt that made her look even slimmer than she was. Amelia and Anna were identical twins, and ‘identical’ undersold it. They were the exact same person in just about every way. Physically, of course, they were indistinguishable from each other, but they also acted so similarly that even their closest friends sometimes mixed them up.

“Meg’s got a date? About time.” Amelia said as she entered the room.

Anna giggled. “Nope, looks like she made it through all four years without finding a single boy worthy of her attentions.” She said the last part in a fancy, lilting accent reminiscent of movies based off Jane Austen novels, which were perennial favorites of the three sisters.

“Alas” Amelia mocked with a hand across her forehead. “Maybe College Meg will do a 180 and become a total party girl. Different bed every night.”

“Hey!” Meg said, indignant. Her parents weren’t particularly religious, but they were very traditional. The girls had been raised firmly on the side of “save sex for marriage,” and Meg was pretty sure that was what she wanted to do. It seemed like it caused way more trouble for her friends than it was worth. She wasn’t a total prude, she had masturbated before, and even enjoyed it, but it was far from a regular part of her life (mostly because there was ALWAYS someone else home, and she would probably die of embarrassment if anyone ever caught her doing THAT).

Meg tried to look stern and not blush. She was supposed to be the mature one here, after all. She was so close with her sisters, sometimes the one-year age gap just seemed to disappear. “I plan on only sleeping in one bed: my own… AND ON MY OWN,” she hastily added as Amelia opened her mouth again with a jovial glint in her eye.

Amelia shrugged in a way that conveyed the message, ‘Have it your way.’

“So what’s actually up, getting all fancied up for the last day?” Amelia said as she sat on the bed as well.

“Yup,” said Anna, “But I don’t know how fancy it’ll be. All she wants is a lousy braid.”

“Well the hair’s only, like, a quarter of the battle. What is she wearing?”

“Dunno, haven’t gotten there yet.”

Amelia bounced up off the bed and over to Meg’s dresser. “Alright, on it.” She started pulling open drawings and holding up various options. “How’s this… no, you wore that to the school play last week… this?… no, I never liked this color on you… thi – wait, this is MY top!”

“I can dress myself…” Meg grumbled, but she didn’t really mind. Her sisters were having fun, why stop them?

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A few minutes later, Anna was done with the braid and Amelia had picked out a nice off-white blouse and an ankle-length floral skirt. Not exactly leisure wear, but casual enough to not stand out too much. She couldn’t really fault her sister; it was a good choice.

Anna rushed off to her own room to get dressed as Meg and Amelia tromped down the stairs to their parents in the kitchen. Their dad, Roger Boltzmann, a bearded and muscular construction manager in his early 40’s, was sitting at the table with an honest-to-goodness paper newspaper in front of him. He hated to read newspapers (or really anything else) digitally, and was probably single-handedly keeping the local rag in print.

Their mother, Jodie, was washing dishes at the sink and keeping an eye on a pot of oatmeal on the stove. When the two girls entered the room, Roger looked up and grinned bemusedly. “Sounds like a lot of commotion up there.”

“Meg needed help figuring out what to wear. No fashion sense, this girl.” Amelia shook her head in feigned disappointment as she filled a bowl with oatmeal.

“There are blueberries in the fridge,” Jodie said, glancing back at her daughters. “Megan, you look so nice, sweetie!”

Meg also took a bowl and ladled some oatmeal into it. As she did, she glanced at the oven clock. 7:25!

“Thanks, Mom. Ame, eat quick, we’re running late.” She sat and hastily scooped some near-scalding oats into her mouth. Anna came down, dressed similarly to Amelia in running shorts and a graphic tee advertising last year’s track & field regionals, tied into a knot at her left hip so a thin strip of stomach was exposed.