Dear Diary

By Justine Soria

She's a math whiz, and the local biker gang could use her help in handling their finances.

She wants to join the gang, and let the gang use her … for her brains and her body.

The leader of the gang agrees to let her join his gang on one condition: She need to pass the initiation.

Tonight, during my initiation, the leader of the biker gang will ask her to do things She's never done before.

He'll make her his and teach her how to be his good girl.

And treat her like a naughty little brat in front of all his friends.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gonzales Garcia
• Release date: May 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223366072

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Chapter 1

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Dear Diary!

Hmmmm, how you melt when I lick you here, I sighed loudly and in pleasure, closing my eyes in rapture.

And this little drop here... sooo cool! I bet you'll taste even better now that I put my lips over you and suck hard!

Fuck Lili!! you are impossible Can't you eat your ice cream like any normal person? Marc snapped, shaking his head.

I blinked at my brother. Ever since he was in the US for a semester abroad, he seemed more prudish than before.

Why? I grinned now, just happy to be reunited with my year and a half older brother because he was home for a two week vacation. What had I missed him! His sermons less so, but hey, I was just happy!

Now he gave me one of his famous big brother looks.

Because we're shopping? In a supermarket? And you have to eat the ice cream like a little kid BEFORE we got to the register? And because it's just embarrassing!

I hopped after him in my high heels, undeterred by his lecture, as he morosely pushed the shopping cart filled with healthy stuff.

A really hot guy strolled past us and I smiled at him. Licked my ice cream lewdly before popping it in my mouth and blinking.

And stop hitting on the guy so obviously! He has a girlfriend. See? growled Marc, who had noticed my little flirtation.

In fact, a very pretty brunette rushed towards the cream cake.

Do you like her? I asked Marc and kept my eyes on the couple while my brother took his mobile phone out of his pocket because it had been buzzing softly. Nevertheless, he gave the brunette a quick look.

She is pretty. And looks likeable, he said distractedly and then checked his cell phone.

Then picked up some weird pink salt off the store shelf and checked the expiry date. He always did. ALWAYS!

With every single product.

But heavens, why would a two-thousand-year-old salt from the Himalayas suddenly expire in a matter of days?

Maybe you would like to have a foursome?

I sucked on my ice cream contemplatively.

Could it be that you've gotten worse since I've been gone? Do you have anything else on your mind than sex?

Laughing, I hugged him from behind.

It's your own fault if you just leave me alone for so long, I smirked, giving him a big kiss just below the ear. Gave a cheeky look to the couple who kept their eyes on us.

Your ice cream is dripping me, Marc grumbled, but I also heard the suppressed grin in his voice. He had missed our banter as much as I had.

Anyone who makes it drip must also lick it up, says an old French proverb! So lick me! Do it! Here and now, bro!"

I hugged his tall, toned body very tightly as the couple slowly, very, very slowly pushed their shopping cart past us.

Oh God! That's her brother! we heard the brunette hiss at her boyfriend, who kept his eyes on us two with shining eyes.

Come on! That's perverse!

And with that she rigorously pulled the cream cake on the sleeve and I whispered to Marc so loudly that they still had to hear it:

But no foursome. A pity.

Brunette blushed, Creampie tugged at his pants, and my brother shook from suppressed laughter.

You're really impossible, Lili!

I let go of him, happy that he had finally shed his unfamiliar, uncomfortable seriousness.

And funny! Don't forget that, brother!

And embarrassing. Oh no, I won't forget THAT.

And he thoughtfully looked at his cell phone again.

What are you doing there all the time?

I didn't know Marc like that either. He usually focused on just one task at a time. The moment was to keep me in check before we got banned from this supermarket too, because...

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, it was beyond odd that he was so distracted by his messages.

An acquaintance of mine has started his auction game again and really wants me to be his hunter, Marc explained absently while typing like crazy.

How - hunter? What kind of game is this? Who does that? What are you doing there? Why should you join? What is a hunter? Who are you supposed to hunt? Why should you chase someone? How does that work?

My curiosity was piqued and I crowded closer to get a glimpse of his messages.

It's just a stupid interactive mobile game, Lili. I'm not going to do that, my brother grumbled, hastily tucking the phone into his back pocket and grabbing a pack of toast. WITHOUT looking at the expiry date!

A-hAAAA!

Especially with TOAST BREAD!!!!!

The whole thing was getting more and more exciting!

And why not? Who initiated this? What game is this supposed to be? What's it called? What do you have to do there? What kind of auction is that?

I didn't give up that easily and Marc knew that.

I always get on my nerves when I'm excited. And what thundered.

And my brother knew that too, which is why he quickly pushed the shopping cart to the checkout and just said:

We have to hurry a bit. Mum is waiting for the groceries! Come on, now!

(Sputen? Spuuuuten????? Who the hell said sputen these days??? Well, the Marc I knew certainly didn't!)

At first I followed him dutifully. Even helped him put the goods on the belt. I leaned over him as if by accident and whoosh-

LILI!!

Marc wanted to snatch his mobile phone out of my hand, which I had skilfully stolen from his pocket, but I danced back with a grin and laughed: "Hurry up, dear

brother! I'll wait for you in the parking lot!"

Chapter 2

- Come on, Marc! I just need one more hunter! And do you know anyone else who would join in as the hunted?

-No! I don't take part in something like that and I don't know anyone either! No matter how much money it brings!!

I hastily scrolled through the news. Slightly shook his head at how little emoji my brother used. If only he could have emphasized his point of view so much better with the little faces!

Doesn't matter!

I finally found what I was looking for:

-Welcome to the Panty Hunt Interactive Live Game!

Are you a hunter, hunted, keeper or bidder?

Are you brave enough to face the cool tasks?

Can YOU manage to drive the bids of the auction immeasurably and secure a fat share for yourself?

Apply NOW and fill out the profile sheet!

YOU WANT THE JACKPOT?

Then get him!

Hm.

Why didn't Marc DA participate?

So I was able to answer each of the questions with a clear YES! If only my brother could have known when he was asked about one who wanted to join as a hunted one! Horny tasks were exactly my thing!! And Panty Hunt sounded like a lot of hot, dirty fun!

Give me my phone back now! You're the most impossible sister I've ever had!

Boah, Marc was angry when he finally fought his way to me with the fully loaded shopping trolley.

As far as I know, I'm the only sister you've ever had! And why don't you tell me about the game? I want to be part of it!

To help, I grabbed a couple of the shopping bags and heaved them into the trunk of Marc's SUV. Very dear, selfless sister.

Forget it, Lili, my brother growled. That's too crazy even for you.

I rummaged in one of the bags, pulled out the pack of lollipops and put one in my mouth.

I want aba, I mumbled, ignoring Marc's raised eyebrows. Yes, I know I'm annoying. I can not help. Everything is inherited!

Nevertheless, I dutifully took the lollipop out of my mouth and said:

I need the coal. Nana disinherited me again.

Nana is our grandmother. The top bitch, so to speak. I inherited my bitch gene from her, I'm absolutely convinced of that!

I mean, she's still shagging around happily even though she's almost 70 years old! cool right?

Well, crazy is probably better, but at least she always had her lovers under control enough that they married her and over time she amassed a more than handsome fortune! More sluts is hardly possible!

It's nothing new that Nana disinherits you!

Marc heaved himself into the driver's seat and I admired the play of his upper arm muscles for a moment when he started the engine. Ah yes! If he wasn't my brother...

What did you do this time?

I won't say.

"Lili!

I was just testing out their new chauffeur.

Was he really mumbling, Oh man, not again! as he turned to pull out of the parking space?

If you were gay, she would have disinherited you a thousand times over! I countered, pissed off, because Marc was Nana's absolute favourite. HIM she had NEVER disinherited! Or deleted the monthly allowances. Or condemned him to any questionable actions.

And what do you need the coal for?, he asked now and sounded almost worried.

I want to do a European tour, I announced proudly. An educational journey.

My brother was silent for a moment. But I saw his jaws grinding. Was he suppressing a laugh now or what?

Educational trip?

Sure! I waved to a passing BMW driver. But he also looked cute!

I want to know if the Italians are really that hot-blooded, the French so romantic, the Spaniards so wild and the Russians so tough! And I need money for that!

Marc closed his eyes for a moment and I silently counted. My brother had been counting to twenty with his eyes closed for years. Especially when he was traveling with me.

They don't pay out any real money, Lili. The auction runs on bitcoins.

And what is being auctioned off there?

I finally got him to tell me a few details. It always paid to be annoying. Always! Oh, and high heels and a pretty red lipstick were always good for achieving something too!

Panties.

Panties???? My eyebrows shot up. Cooooool!

Marc sighed so heavily, as if he were carrying all the weight in the world on his strong brother shoulders, when he heard my reverent enthusiasm.

Bitcoins, Lili! What do you want with bitcoins anyway?

"I'll start my trip to Europe in England, exchange