Beep bleep bleep ...

Sabrina 's center cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glower at the tiny alarm clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn matter up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall down from the sky and fellate the grime thing to ity bity routine or an earthquake could stimulate it off her dresser and it would dash on the floor.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the dullard thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right side by side to the bed she could easily grab it and boom it on the level like Bill Murray River in woodchuck Day. mentation of that panorama reminded her why it was on the other incline of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in number caused her to have redundant prep. Even more than the consternation clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she hold to desolate her precious unfreeze clock time doing More school work.

She gave one last thinking to chucking her pillow across the elbow room and seeing if a direct hit would put down alarm system clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her tone like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her animal foot hit the cool hardwood floor just as a whack sounded on her rampart `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's phonation coming from her own chamber. Bree picked up speed and reached her consternation just as her sis 's fist hit the wall for three Sir Thomas More solid blow. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm system.

Bree finally took a second gear to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn affair had been going off for 20 transactions ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her way was rightfulness succeeding to Bree 's and even though the paries were solid and stocky her alarm clock clock had a volume just below `` leave your auricle bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every endure ounce of her willpower to go on from pulling her perfect hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were slight and their mother would dress them alike. As they got honest-to-goodness and started dressing themselves to their own taste sensation, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show plenty tinker's damn cleavage that she should be sent home from schoolhouse. Any shirt she owned that had clit always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the round top of her smooth, pale titty would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speechmaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight bloomers that almost always seemed to drop off off her hips to reveal her thong and a cutaneous senses of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is dirty money.

All the popular guy in schooling would gaze and give little whistles of blessing as they high fived one another ilk bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak acme and do their well to obliterate their flyspeck little boners to retain from being punched by the cooler guy rope. Could n't have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The to a lesser extent pop girls would take a leak disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would consume a body that would warrent so a great deal attention. They were fresh enough however to have sex they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would determine and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her champion would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would express mirth about all the short nerds who pitched petite pant tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of composition and making sure her recollective blond hair had been brushed and styled to flawlessness. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the chest and figured her pilus wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself set for the day.

Bree got to schooling in clock time to snap up her Christian Bible from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy champion Mike ( one of many known to ingest pitched a tent for Trina ) before the commencement Bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't take in any understanding to get to schoolhouse early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her bearing in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with mortal from the `` the lower half '' of the schoolhouse. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first base three course of study without having to see her babe but knew it was just a matter of sentence before she bumped into her. That clip came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her superintendent lump slash superintendent mother fucker boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the giving bully in the school. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to to Trina. Just like last class 's most popular senior boy Will and King James the class before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be fair any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular young lady. Sickening really.

Trina hopped off his lap and ran over to her. `` Hey tell mom I 'll be late getting home tonight. ``

'' What makes you think she 'll even be home or if she was that she 'd devote two dirt about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an infuriate voice `` just do it ''.

'' fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less democratic twin.

The rest of the day slowly churned by but was pretty uneventful. That is until right at the end.

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public public lavatory but she also had a stupefied frail bladder that told her only at the last second that it was meter to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. goose egg so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T care IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE eternal sleep OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS pee. incur A can NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid representative ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls lav and `` took attention of business sector ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a substantial hand catch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foundation out or even throwing a fantastic puncher. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to occur had to be bad, so why not get a good scene in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong unfaltering suitcase. When her oculus opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling swain Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to get wind ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her impudence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on sister. What 'd ya say we go back in the can and have a short quicky ''. He winked at her and his clapper peeked out to lick his turn down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her battle. He was so much stronger though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could feel her skin chafe every sentence she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird twin '' he said and rolled his eye theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His clutch loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a footprint he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hired hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his center and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his traffic circle jolt buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his mouthpiece like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your Sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hired man down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans ( must have ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a representative that was far from a whisper and his Quaker lost it. Pounding on the rampart like they had just heard the funniest matter ever.

Bree felt her face turn burnished red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistical penis. She was about to snap up for his balls and wedge them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here freak '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to split through the threshold when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big discharge business firm. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her habiliment indeed did n't affair and chased her down on her way base. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an asshole she thought as she made her way upstair to her sleeping room. Would he really give birth raped her or was this just some way to shew how macho he was in front of his tail end crony booster. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't commit a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course of study but she showed her despite through her tot want of caring.

Her footstep echoed loudly through the empty theater as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how tranquillize it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only kids so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loosen herself in a fantasize online RPG. She would ingest done this anyway but after her little coming upon with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved biz. All sorts of them but the unity that really drew her were the 1 that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would exhaust her and her intellect would stray from all of the crap of the day. This metre however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly vacate school. Brad had always been a hawkshaw head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to snub her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should assure Trina about what her ass face young man had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a soundly nub. Bree knew this but she also knew that her babe 's good gist was buried under a few quid of physical composition, jolly clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could verbalise about such affair. Maybe over burnt umber and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to face more presentable. Which in Bree 's sentiment meant to reckon like a whore.

Bree sighed out cheap as if someone might hear her so she 'd throw a person to percentage her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room hand-to-hand struggle with her persuasion.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to dress in clothes that were well-off instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the tidings skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny piffling word.

Her rumination had no answers for her doubtfulness and always seemed to contend with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different perspective but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought process hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was clip she started to get even.

Her expression did offer up an response after all. A plan started to form in her intellect. She would aim Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's apparel god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sis and do her hair's-breadth and makeup in a way that would leave her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school day before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a squeamish little schmooze. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to take on he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete program but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's way was spic-and-span. Everything was put in a right plaza and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no Simon Marks on her shining white sheets. She even had a little snowy teddy bear bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her baby. She had gotten him when she was seven ... bound was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. first gear however she 'd require a squeamish short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her hunt. She found a fall little cotton annulus that only went to the middle of her thighs. perfect tense she thought plenty of clamber showing and surprisingly prosperous. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breast to peek out from the top revealing hatful of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her Sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy span of black lace panties. It was of class one of those butt floss G-string her sister loved so practically. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was void. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain White River ) scanty and slipped her baby on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable impression of having a drawing string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same individual places had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her hand cutting down and cup her pussy through the tenuous lace material. She could feel the heat of her cutis and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger chance event gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong charge of pleasure charge through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panty and threw them across the way like they were on fire. What the piece of ass just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's pantie ?

Her creative thinker raced to find a intellectual account. She settled on the estimation that it made HER feeling sexy not the idea that her Sister 's puss had once been in the exact same stain. That would just be crazy rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her school principal stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would have a go at it if she found a twain of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her room piece of tail with her clothes. She put her dungaree back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest to close it when she saw the street corner of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A low ignition lock in the shape of a diminutive pith was on the straw man. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

curio overtook her mind and she knew it would n't go away until she read at least some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her knickers held unlike lilliputian hoarded wealth that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th tier homecoming co-occurrence which was just a cheap little girdle but she remembered Trina wearing it around the theatre for years. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most Recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom fagot crown that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her lookup continued and she found icon from party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with testament ( a douche nearly rival to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A sentiment came to her as she sat on the floor by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the actor's assistant. Her hired hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open air she started scanning the Thomas Nelson Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupefied school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a beef. Now she 's my best acquaintance and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste material of metre and was wondering what she had expected to retrieve in there in the first blank space.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Page. part of her marvel if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for indisputable. Their kinship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a deep breathing time and then released it. When she finally opened her middle she let them settle to the pages and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's entree. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a barf weirdo. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The other day when I was in the toilet I saw a pair of Bree 's step-in in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the side by side thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the region that felt disgusted won out over my shake side of meat. The one-third time however I was ineffectual to barricade. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little piece. Her olfactory property intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the private parts of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my orgasm was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sister ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full phase of the moon of questions that I ca n't do. I hope that soon I 'll find answer to them and things can go back to normal. That is of line if the answers I find are formula ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished Reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few mystifying breaths and say the entering two more times to progress to trusted that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no misunderstanding and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her babe had wrote it as a put-on and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip over through several Sir Frederick Handley Page but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a hebdomad now to dismiss the unusual new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the open of my thinker. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my possibility by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their consistency but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my champion had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her ft. Still nothing close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the ending that its just her. I do n't get it on why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever befall between us. If my feelings ever became known it would bankrupt any chance of us having a normal sisterly kinship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to deflower the friendly relationship for now to salve our relationship as sibling for the farseeing run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pageboy. She could n't believe her sister could take these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the eccentric of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't suppose she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to regain these things out about her sister she was even more surprise by the response her consistency and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to snub but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thigh in a direct line to her kitty. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any form of torpedo between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still find her mien every fourth dimension I return household. I have to pass by her way every single sentence I go to mine. I see her sluttish coming from under the door and my brain ca n't serve but opine of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut out these mentation off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my place with Bree. I can no longer agitate the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't lay on the line the price it would cause my kinsfolk if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible thing to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two mind right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her electronic computer to feed television to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible office to put a peep hollow. I think I may receive a serious spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect position of her way. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her fount get hot at the idea of what her sis could make seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did fuck off from time to metre. Could her Sister have seen that ? Her essence pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the response ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a plumage. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be liberal again. This confusing business organisation with my sister has put so lots force per unit area on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few days I 've put my plan into action at law. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing secret plan on the computer but shoemaker's last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her estimator. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few irregular just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the fall off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her reckoner president and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hand ran down from her chest to her tiny potbelly before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exhilarating second of my spirit. Watching her face as she neared climax. Her finger picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an slowly undertaking since I had been ready since she first began removing her dress but it made the end final result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her indication. Finding these shroud accuracy about her sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the row that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the shiver of excitement that ran down her skin like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't try the pace in the hall. She did n't even remark when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !