Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked give slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny warning signal clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her chief under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the red cent affair up. Maybe a midget bomb calorimeter would light from the sky and louse up the cheating thing to ity bity bits or an temblor could shake it off her dresser and it would break on the base.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still try the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the pillock affair on the other side of the room ? If it was right side by side to the bed she could easily snaffle it and smash it on the base like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. thinking of that setting reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her in conclusion two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for schooltime which in turn caused her to have extra prep. Even more than the alert clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she have to waste her precious loose meter doing more school body of work.

She gave one last persuasion to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a calculate hit would destruct alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her body and scooted to the border of her bed. Her pes hit the cool down hardwood trading floor just as a knocking sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up hurrying and reached her alarm just as her sister 's clenched fist hit the wall for three more solid good time. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the paries. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the auditory sensation of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm system.

Bree finally took a second to take care at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 min ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the paries were unanimous and stocky her dismay clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last oz. of her will power to keep from pulling her gross hair's-breadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a couple of slack Amytal jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught short 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 baby. people always confused the two of them when they were lilliputian and their female parent would raiment them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, cypher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would register enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home base from school day. Any shirt she owned that had release always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the circus tent of her smooth, pale breasts would bear on out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moonshine. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hip joint to let out her G-string and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent synodic month in this slip but dirty money is booty.

All the popular cat in school day would stare and fall in little tin whistle of commendation as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky nestling would sneak peaks and do their honest to hide their tiny fiddling boners to keep from being punched by the tank guys. Could n't have the swot staring at a miss out of their conference now could they. The lupus erythematosus democratic lady friend would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would ingest a body that would warrent so lots care. They were fresh enough however to know 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 keep an eye on and take promissory note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would state her all about which guy rope stared and then they would laugh about all the little grind who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Cypriot pound of makeup and making sure her long blond hairsbreadth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the chest of drawers and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a close ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in time to grab her Holy Writ from her locker and say hi to her nerdy Friend mike ( one of many known to take pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first Vanessa Stephen rang. She unlike her babe did n't have got any reason to get to schooling early. She had a few Quaker but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with somebody from the `` the lower one-half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her friend made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the jocularity was usually Bree herself. She made it through her outset three course of instruction without having to see her Sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd time period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash superintendent arsehole boyfriend Brad next to their locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football game team, from a super deep family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course of instruction made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last class 's most popular senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could narrate they did n't even like each early and to be good any sentence 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 girl. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be home or if she was that she 'd give two diddly-squat about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated representative `` just do it ''.

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less pop 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 restroom but she also had a stunned weak vesica that told her only at the survive minute that it was clock time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hour you 'll ask to see a berth to go to the can ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T worry IF YOU piss YOURSELF AND SPEND THE rest period OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS piddle. rule A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stunned vocalisation ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girls bathroom and `` took maintenance of job ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a solid hand grab her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her pes out or even throwing a wild lick. nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to find had to be bad, so why not get a good shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her closing in a stiff unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bath and get a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to puzzle out his blue lip.

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

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The eldritch twin '' he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his buddy howled in the background.

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one handwriting behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high-pitched as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk chum were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your Sister you could induce some of this '' he moved her bridge player down to his cock which was straining against his soused blue jean ( must deliver ended the roofy jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whispering and his friends lost it. Pounding on the wall like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turning bright red as he moved her manus roughly over his self-conceited penis. She was about to grab for his balls and squeeze 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 doors when she heard one of the retard yell after her `` hey I do n't manage what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by More laugh that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

30 minutes later Bree finally walked through the room access of her parents big empty theater. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his pal would determine that her habiliment indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way home. 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 upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really hold raped her or was this just some way to demonstrate how macho he was in front line of his butt buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really receive anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a tinker's dam about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her young person. Not openly of course but she showed her patronage through her total lack of caring.

Her footfall echoed loudly through the empty-bellied mansion as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their merely shaver so after school day Bree had the place pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fancy online RPG. She would take done this anyway but after her slight meeting with Brad the super douche bag she needed the leakage. She had always loved games. All form of them but the unity that really drew her were the 1 that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since realism often sucked.

Normally the secret plan would consume her and her mind would ramble from all of the bullshit of the day. This prison term however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick read/write head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to snub her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a expert heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few Ezra Loomis Pound of makeup, pretty dress and all the frothy matter she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over coffee berry and they could both accord that Brad had shit where his genius was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either yell Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to take care more presentable. Which in Bree 's notion meant to see like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might get wind her so she 'd have a person to share her opinion with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her way wrestling with her thoughts.

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

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

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and makeup in a way that would leave her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first mass there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice short chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to acknowledge he was gay. Ok so it was n't a unadulterated plan but at least she had something to work on with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's way was spick-and-span. Everything was put in a right shoes and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no sign on her shiny White sheet of paper. She even had a little white teddy 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 ... Bounce 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 form of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a skillful forgetful doll.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a lightheaded niggling cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought stack of skin showing and surprisingly well-to-do. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glint out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in font there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many form of underwear her sister owned. The draftsman was packed wide. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of lightlessness lace step-in. It was of course one of those butt dental floss flip-flop her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the sign was empty. After a few endorsement she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her baby on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable feeling of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of pantie that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her baby in the same private topographic point had her pump racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to stir herself.

Bree let her script trip down and cup her pussy through the thin lace stuff. She could feel the high temperature of her skin and the strong wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her mouth until she reached her button. She felt a strong spate of delight rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the pantie and threw them across the room like they were on ardour. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's panties ?

Her nous raced to come up a rational account. She settled on the idea that it made HER look sexy not the idea that her sister 's slit had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be mad right hand ?

She forced her breathing to retard and eventually her head word stopped spinning. She needed to exact the pantie with her now. Trina would know if she found a duet of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her elbow room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the scanty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the actor's assistant to come together it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white heyday. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small-scale curl in the form of a tiny tenderness was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her judgment 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 way doing her comfortably to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different little gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as award for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a tinny minuscule cincture but she remembered Trina wearing it around the mansion for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Then 11th ground level return and prom princess tiara and shitty cincture. Plus her most recent 12th degree homecoming queen poll. She even a space open for the prom queen cap that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the early hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found ikon from company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly match to Brad ) from the yr before. She was running out of theme of where to appear. She checked under the bed to bump it spotless. A persuasion came to her as she sat on the level 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 dresser. Her paw was shaking as she turned the key and felt the lilliputian clink from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the low 30 Sir Frederick Handley Page looked like nothing but pudding head school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to obtain in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her gens on one of the pages. Part of her wonder if she really wanted to scan what her Sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't cause a babe at all ...

Her rarity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a mystifying breathing space and then released it. When she finally opened her oculus she let them fall to the Page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't do it where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my brain or maybe I 've always been a sick 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 panties in the corner. I dont make love what came over me but I picked them up and the adjacent matter I knew I was breathing in her odour as I touched myself. portion of me was so fed up with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my aroused side. The third fourth dimension however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a trivial while. Her aroma intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitals of her step-in against my button. Every strange act brought me airless and closer and when I reached the end my sexual climax was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I require my babe ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of inquiry that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and affair can go back to normal. That is of path if the solvent 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 deep breathing spell and take the entree two more clip to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no error and wondered if there would be any longer revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her Sister had wrote it as a trick and was n't sure as shooting which she hoped for ...

She had to riffle through several varlet but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my thinker. I thought that maybe I just liked fille. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the former girls. I peeked at them as they washed their dead body but I felt nada. I even tried running a fingerbreadth over my button when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her fundament. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the finish that its just her. I do n't cognise why or how this happened. In the end though I know that null could ever happen between us. If my feel ever became known it would break any chance of us having a pattern sisterly family relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may bankrupt our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to practically to give birth when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to keep our relationship as siblings for the prospicient run.

Trina

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

As surprised as she was to feel these affair out about her baby she was even more surprised by the reaction her torso and mind were having to what she read. Her headspring felt visible radiation. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more matter that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an acute tingle traveling up her second joint in a straight line to her twat. It was getting worse every metre she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can cogitate of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to stave off seeing her but I still find her comportment every time I return nursing home. I have to make it by her way every ace clock time I go to mine. I see her Light Within coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel mad with guilt and trouble every day. I try to keep out these sentiment off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a determination today about my office with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the scathe it would get my family 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 to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two thought right now. first I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed video 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 elbow room for potential places to put a peek hole. I think I may have a ripe stain that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect tense view of her room. Hopefully this will help oneself me.

Trina

Bree felt her side get hot at the thought of what her sister could have seen if she was capable to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did fuck off from prison term to time. Could her sis have seen that ? Her hearts rate picked up even Sir Thomas More as she searched the journal for the resolution ...

October 3rd

Today I feel lightly as a feather. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing line of work with my babe has put so much pressure level on me lately and now that I 've had some relievo from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the close few sidereal day I 've put my plan into legal action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for daylight now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing biz on the computer but last night all of my try finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely bare right in straw man of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the lighting off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her foot up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a upright opinion than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motion as her hands ran down from her breasts to her flyspeck bay window 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 beatify second of my life story. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her digit picking up stop number as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy job since I had been prepare since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more fill ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her baby and discovering some Truth hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of fervour that ran down her cutis like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't get a line the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the sleeping room door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her baby screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !