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A b*****rs Plan

... was my intentions too. With that I got up the guts and logged onto my b*****r’s computer. It didn’t take me long to find his porn collection. It was gigantic. I was so completely amazed at how many naked pictures he had amassed during his first year at college. I wasn’t too interested in porn so I backed up and started looking elsewhere. I browsed his music collection, which also grew immensely. I browsed through the pictures of him and his new college friends. I found some fun pictures but nothing that would make my mother cringe. I browsed through his documents folder. After reading some of the stuff he turned in for English 101 I was a bit ashamed to be his s****r. His grammatical errors were atrocious. I would have proofread all of it for him and corrected it but I didn’t want him to know I was browsing around. Hidden among the myriad of files I finally found what I was looking for. It shocked me. I was in complete awe. I was disgusted and amazed at his intentions. I found a file called “The-Plan.txt” It was a journal of his thoughts. His thoughts about me. It started out very basic. A quick explanation of it’s purpose. He had apparently kept a physical copy when he was younger but decided to transcribe it to his computer and destroy the physical copy so it couldn’t be found. It was all written there. Like a preface to a book, how it came to be. The entries were simple. A date followed by a quick update or thought which included me in some way. At first it was just a ...

... few sentences about how I had been growing up and had developed into a pretty woman. At first it seemed very innocent to me, like a young crush. As I read through the entries in the journal I began to recognize that my b*****r had become more and more obsessed with me. It wasn’t until the entries right before college and right as he got his computer that he began writing more erotically detailed entries. My b*****r’s intentions were spelled out in front of me; he wanted to have sex with his own s****r. I was so grossed out at the thought that I immediately turned off my computer. It was time to get out. I left on a long walk. As I walked I pondered over my b*****r’s journal. His quest for a sexual relationship had completely caught me off guard but it did explain a few awkward moments we had before he went to college. It also explained a lot of what happened after. The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what he was up to. It was in my best interest to know what point his plan had culminated to. I finally arrived back home and scurried into my bedroom. I booted up and logged on. I quickly navigated to my b*****r’s file of conspiracy. This time instead of just reading it I copied it to a USB thumb drive. This way I could read it at my own convenience and not just when his computer was on. From this time forward it was a waiting game. I knew that I needed to read this while he slept. My best bet for that would be in the ...